I do not own Glee no matter how much I want to.
Santana's POV
I was walking down the corridor holding hands with my recent girlfriend Brittany. Still trying to keep my sexuality hidden but with Brittany I want to shout I LOVE YOU at the top of my lungs from the school roof. Maybe acting bi might be a good idea. It would save so many rumours and then I could still see boys for cover.
The fourth months we have been together have been a dream come true. She lavishes me with love in private telling me everything and just Brittany being Brittany. Asking questions like why does the Easter bunny always leave a trail in her house.
Today we were in the study hall when she whispered to me, "Santana. I need to tell you a secret of mine. I should have told you sooner but . . . well it's embarrassing." Nothing embarrasses Brittany. She's too naive to understand what humiliates her.
"What is it Brit. You can tell me anything you want, you know that don't you." I grabbed her hand under the table in comfort.
"Well . . . err . . . LordTubbingtonisn'trelatedtome." I just gave her a confused look. "Lord Tubbington isn't related to me." Awe. She whispered it.
"I know honey. You know my dog Barney isn't related to me either."
"That's not just it. There's more. You know how Christmas is coming." I nodded. "Well I don't want Santa in my house. He could steal anything when he enters and why would some fat guy be entering the houses of everyone. He could be watching us as we sleep. He's the world's biggest pervert. Santana could I stay with you this Christmas. You will protect me from the creepy red man wont you."
Well. What could I say?