Summary: A struggling radio station gets a chance to boost ratings and sponsors when one Bed and Breakfast located in the middle of nowhere asks them to run a special Christmas show in the dead of night. The countdown to Christmas commences. Brittana. AU. M.

Warnings: none! I've been doing this nice/fluffy fic stuff a lot recently. Except sMut! There must always be that. ;)

A/N: I started writing this last December when I was going crazy finishing my final semester of grad school but I didn't get to write it because of time constraints. I'm really excited to do this. It's my first time doing anything like this so hopefully it goes great! I mean in my mind, it's essentially a very gay Hallmark Christmas movie! Haha

Anyway, big big big shout out to Whitney who not only helped brainstorm ideas, do research, and edit, BUT she did the cover art and the posters and really anything that's cool and visual because she's kinda amazing. Fact. True fact. And of course, thank you thank you to my girlfriend for editing even though she's in the middle of finals for her semester.

Without further ado, presenting Brittany and Santana in the Christmas series…

DJ Snowflake and Scrooge

December 1
10:15 pm

You know Dasher and Dancer and Prancer and Vixen
Comet and Cupid and Donner and Blitzen…

The first Noël the angel did say
Was to certain poor shepherds in fields as they lay.

We three kings of Orient are
Bearing gifts we traversed afar.

Each song faded and then rolled into the next one.

Christmas song after Christmas song played. But behind every selection and holiday song, a finger checked the feed, adjusted the volume, and picked the next song.

The outro to We Three Kings sounded through her headset and throughout the sound booth and it would be playing in the homes and cars of anyone listening. But for the first time since WMHS 97.3 started playing non-stop Christmas melodies over the Thanksgiving holiday, a female voice echoed back through the feed during the nighttime playset.

"Welcome my little night elves to the first of many late night holiday set lists from the middle of what we should probably just call the North Pole with yours truly, DJ Snowflake. I will be bringing to you all the Christmas classics for your late night holiday cravings all December long." Her voice, bright and upbeat jumped with enthusiasm and in anticipation of the season.

"... and as this is our first night together – I'm gonna make sure you guys don't fall asleep behind the reins of your sleigh."

DJ Snowflake didn't have the typical radio personality voice. Perhaps it was for that reason the failing radio company hired her to take over the late night requests. "You could be a late night wanderer, a poor soul in a cabin for the winter, one of Santa's reindeer getting ready for the big run, or – " Her voice perked up with even more excitement. "- a midnight cookie burglar – like me. No matter why you're awake, I'm here to make sure you keep the holiday spirit. Lean back, relax, heat some hot cocoa, and have some cookies as I take you through the rest of the night."

The red light in the sound booth brightened before darkening to shutting off. A finger checked the feed.

You better watch out
You better not cry
You better not pout
I'm telling you why

Santa Claus is Coming to Town played for what the studio hoped to be hundreds of the listeners at good volume. DJ Snowflake leaned back in her chair and looked over to the control booth, seeking approval from behind the glass. Her "new" boss nodded her head once before turning back to the controls and fiddling with the broadcast. They had known each other for a very long time, but this was their first time working a night shift together. Hopefully this late night Christmas show would last through the season.

"Not bad, DJ Snowflake, but I need you to really sell the season. Our sponsors only agreed to run commercials at the dead of night because I convinced them you could gain listeners and, in turn, gain them new customers. You've got to lure in the late night crew of this backward town if you want to stay on the air."

Snowflake pressed the button down so they could communicate between the booths. "Come on, Holly. It's me. I've got this. I've got more excitement for Christmas in my pinky finger than this whole town combined. You know it's my favorite holiday."

"Hun, I know you've got a real kink for that jolly old man, but you've got to translate that kink into a side hustle or we're gonna be off the air." The song was coming to an end. Holly shrugged her shoulders and pointed to the timer. The red light in the booth flashed in warning.

Britt smoothly entered the feed right as the last notes faded. "Hope you enjoyed that classic and you're getting ready for Santa Claus! Next up is White Christmas and considering where we live, I don't think it's a stretch to say that our Christmas will definitely be full of snow. Now a quick word from our sponsors – Hummel's Bed and Breakfast, a perfect getaway to plan your Winter Wonderland." Their one sponsor was the only "hotel" for twenty miles and located so far off the grid almost no one planned a trip out there…ever.

The commercial was just a pitch Brittany had to recite between every six or seven songs. "It's the only place where you can find peace of mind and celebrate the joy of the season in comfort. Relax and enjoy the holidays without the stress. Hummel's Bed and Breakfast located off Old McKinley Highway just east of the Road-to-Nowhere."

Holly smiled from behind the glass and shot her a thumbs up. She mouthed: "Good!"

"Just reminding all the folks out there listening that I am taking requests for your favorite holiday songs. The number here is 1-800-SNOFLAKE. That's spelled S-N-O-F-L-A-K-E. I'll be waiting for your request."

Her voice faded as the next song started.

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
Just like the ones I used to know.
Where the treetops glisten
And children listen
To hear sleigh bells in the snow.