A collection of shorts of Brit and Santana.

1. The House

Santana walked into the study of their new house to find Brittany sitting over the desk, scribbling on a piece of paper.

"Hey, hun, what are you doing?" She asked, coming to the side of her, and putting her arm around her.

"I am writing a letter to the makers of this house. It is not good, and they need to fix it."

"Sweet heart, we picked out the house ourselves. What made you change your mind?"

"The chimney is too small."

Santana suddenly realized what Brittany was saying. "So, Santa wont be able to come down the chimney, because it is too small. Is that what this about?"

Brittany looked up to see Santana smiling. "Do you think this is funny? He wont be able to get in, and Christmas will be ruined!" She said with a sob.

"Of course I don't think it's funny, Brit, I am smiling about how Santa never leaves your mind. You find problems in everything about how it won't work for Santa. But if it's that much of a problem, I can go up on the roof, and write a letter telling him to use the front door. We will never get the roof done in time by Christmas. Is that ok?"

She held Brittany, her soul mate, in her arms, and stroked her hair. Brittany did not respond, she was busy trying do dry her tears and continue writing.

"Hey, Brittany S. Peirce. Look at me." She did. " I love you, I don't think this is a joke. I will help, but believe me, we can not get the roof done in time for Christmas. And it just will cost too much money. This house was expensive. Do you trust me?"

Brittany nodded her head.

"I know how much Santa means to you, and he will not forget about you, or this house. I will go up to the roof and put a note up there. Ok?

"I love you Santana…"

"I love you too, Brittany."

2 The Smarts.

The news had just come. The phone had started ringing, and Brittany, doing a puzzle, didn't want to answer it. Santana had walked over, and casually picked it up, and answered it with a comfortable, "Hullo." Assuming it was Puck for a booze run.

Five seconds later, she doubled over, gasping for breath, and dropping the phone. Brittany was at her side immediately.

"Santana? Santana, baby, what's wrong?"

Santana just laid on the floor, crying. Slowly, she choked out, "Kurt just died."

Brittany never really understood death, she just imagined the people were leaving on a trip, and weren't coming back for a very long time. That is why the next sentence almost killed Santana.

"Oh! How exiting! Where is he going? I bet he is gonna go to France! He always wanted to go there! Santana? Why are you crying? This is a good thing, right?"

"Brit, hun, can you help me up to the bed? I will explain there."

Brittany immediately obliged. She realized that something was wrong, and Santana needed her sat in bed for a few hours, holding hands and talking. Santana explained a bit to her about how death worked. She told her about how people thought about Heaven and Hell, and she told her that people's bodies stopped working, and they were gone. Brittany wasn't afraid, she just listened.

"So Kurt is gone forever?"

"Yes."

"Is that why you were crying?"

"Yes. He was always there for me, and I was there for him. We were both gay, and some things he couldn't talk about with Blaine. We loved each other like siblings. And now he is gone."

"Santana, do you remember when we sang Born This Way? His shirt said Likes Boys. Do you remember about how we laughed so hard afterwards? Because everyone's shirts were so funny? I bet Kurt is happy right now, wherever he is. And I bet he is in heaven, or the place where amazing people go. He loved us all, and he is happy that we are all grown up, and happy. He was smart, San."

"How did you get to be so smart?" Santana said with a smile through her tears.