A/N: Hi. So basically this story is based around the film 'The Holiday' so it isn't entirely original. Also I stole some of the script. Yes it will have some differences but I can't say I thought of the idea alone. I was watching it and thought it would make an awesome fan fiction so I've decided to give it a shot. For those of you who haven't watched the film a) kill yourself and b) as if. Two women troubled with guy-problems swap homes in each other's countries using a home exchange website. The rest you will have to read to find out. There will be some Quick too also a tiny bit of Fuinn. But don't worry it was necessary. Happy reading! I hope you enjoy.

London. 20th December. 8:30pm

"I'd like to make an announcement." The tall suited man spoke into the microphone with a goofy looking grin spread across his face. One arm wrapped around the short brunette who stood beside him and another holding a glass of champagne. The Christmas music bellowing from the speakers came to a halt and the sound of chattering died down.

"We are all getting another Christmas bonus?" A voice came from across the room in a somewhat jokingly manner.

"No Mercedes, as much as I would love to, it isn't that." Finn chuckled. "Myself and Miss Berry here." He paused gesturing to Rachel who was stood smiling like the cat who had got the cream. Quinn Fabray who was sat with her fellow colleges Mercedes and Tina rolled her eyes it was just like Finn Hudson to build up the tension. "We are due to be wed."

The room buzzed with choirs of cheering and congratulating whilst the DJ continued to play 'All I Want For Christmas Is You'. Quinn sat frozen. Her mouth was dry and tears threatened to spill from her hazel eyes. Her chest tightened and she almost forgot what breathing was. Quinn had only ever been in love twice. Once with a boy named Artie Abrahams and now with Finn Hudson who happened to be her boss. Finn wasn't Quinn's average guy but she had fallen for him. He led her on, made her think he truly loved her and shot her down in front of a bunch of staff she worked amongst at this lame Christmas party.

"Well I wasn't expecting that." Mercedes was the first to give her opinion.

"Me neither, I mean, I knew something was going on between those two but 'due to be wed'?" Tina quoted Finns words that were spoken moments ago. Quinn winced hearing them; it felt like someone was stabbing her over and over.

"That's what you call a Christmas surprise." Mercedes giggled as she finished the rest of her red wine looking over at the unusually quiet blonde. "Quinn are you alright? I thought you'd be the first to criticise."

"Yeah, I'm fine." Quinn smiled trying her best to persuade the two other women who were both staring intently at her. The petite blonde looked over at the soon to be wed couple who were surrounded by a group of women she couldn't quite remember the names of. Quinn felt the anger rush through her veins, she wanted to walk right over there and slap that smug grin off his face.

"Okay. If you're sure." Mercedes returned the smile before tucking into her party food.

"If you'll excuse me." Quinn told her two friends as she stood up exiting the room, meeting Finns eyes as she did so. The tall man kept his gaze on the blonde. Politely excusing himself from the bunch of nattering women he trailed after her knowing exactly where she had gone.

Quinn sat in her office. Her elbows propped on her desk and her hands joined together as her forehead rested on the top of them. The sound of muffled sobs could be heard as Finn made his way to the office door. A sign attached to it that read Q Fabray. Not bothering to nock Finn entered the room shutting the door behind him causing Quinn's head to shoot up. The man could see her tear stained cheeks and her bloodshot eyes.

"Quinn I was going to tell you bu-."

"Don't." Quinn cut him off holding her hand up in front of her. "I don't want to hear it."

"You didn't actually think we were serious did you?" Finn asked with slight amusement in his voice. Quinn stood up from her chair a frown in place as she grabbed her coat and bag.

"Yes Finn. Yes I did think we were serious. You told me you loved me. You bought me expensive things. You took me on that weekend away. What did you expect me to think?" Tears flooded her eyes at this point and she struggled to release her next set of words. "Well I hope you and that… That thing, have a great Christmas together while some of us sit alone heartbroken!" She dodged her way past him as she flung the door open storming down the corridor.

"Oh come on Quinn don't be like that!" Finn shouted after her but it was too late. Quinn had left the building.


Los Angeles 20th December. 10:30am

"San stop! This is stupid. You're crazy! How many times do I have to tell you? I didn't sleep with her!" Sam shouted up to the balcony as bags of clothes flew to the ground.

"Oh right yeah. Because your receptionist needs to work until three in the morning." Santana scoffed as she leant over the rail.

"A bunch of us were working all night. She wanted to hang out. Nothing happened!"

"Okay." Santana nodded shrugging her shoulders. "So swear on my life that you didn't sleep with her."

"Oh come on…" The blonde huffed.

"Go ahead." Santana waited crossing her arms over her chest.

"Look, I don't wan-." Sam was cut off by another bag of clothes coming his way.

"Your receptionist Sam!" Santana growled. "You know this is why we were smart never to get married. This is why I told you never to get rid of your house. You know, some where inside, I knew this about you."

Sam tilted his head back rolling his eyes with a sigh. "Will you just please calm down? First of all I did not sleep with her, and secondly, we have had problems for over a year now and I know you don't want to deal with that, but we have."

The Latina laughed bitterly. "I am well aware we have had problems for the past year. If I work a little bit too much I never stop hearing about it but if you work to much Mystro,its for the sake of you music."

Sam shook his head laughing. "Wait, if you work too much? Santana you cut 75 trailers this year, you put a cutting room in the house and you sleep with your blackberry. And I'm not gonna have a conversation with you about sex because I can't remember the last time we had it."

"Oh please. Nobody has time for sex." The Latina lied. The truth was she just didn't enjoy it anymore. She didn't love Sam. She hadn't loved anyone in a long time she just didn't want to be lonely.

"That's not entirely true." Sam muttered.

"You did it! You absolutely slept with her!" The Latina screamed throwing the final bag to the ground. "We are over Sam! Grab your things and go!"

"Santan-."

"You know what I think Sam? You never really loved me. You loved the idea of you and me but not so much me. So go fuck your receptionist and have a fucking good Christmas." Santana told him before walking through the patio door that led to her bedroom.

Sam raised his voice loud enough for Santana to hear from inside. "Hey, I did the best I could. Is anybody good enough for that job? No they're not. And you know what? I will fuck my receptionist because she's a hell of a lot better than you."

Santana felt her blood boil.

"You know you do this right?" Sam continued as he kicked over a plant pot. "You screw up every relationship you've ever been in. Its what you do." He waited for a response but got nothing. "What ever." He sighed picking up his bags and throwing them into his the backseat of his land rover. "Have a great Christmas." And with that he got into his car and drove through the gates leaving the giant mansion-like house.


Santana flopped down onto her bed. With a deep sigh she pulled her blackberry from her pocket and dialled the only number she knew would be of use to her in an hour of need.

"Hello?" Came a voice through the phone.

"Its over. I broke up with Sam. I found out he was shagging his receptionist."

"Oh hon, I'm sorry. I knew he was no good. Are you okay?"

"Yeah yeah, I'm fine. I had a feeling we weren't going to last much longer." Santana huffed studying her nails. "But its Christmas you know and I'm spending it alone."

"You know what I think you need Ms. Lopez? A vacation."

"A vacation?" Santana repeated.

"Yeah a vacation! You need a break Santana, you work yourself too hard and who knows? You might meet someone special."

"Yeah." The Latina agreed nodding her head although no one could see her actions. "Yeah I do need a break. Thanks Kurt, I hope I haven't interrupted your morning with my depressant whining"

"Oh no, don't be silly." Kurt chuckled flipping her off. "Blaine and I were just watching the end of it's a Wonderful Life. Classic Christmas movie."

"Indeed it is." Santana laughed. "Well if I don't see you before then have a good Christmas!"

"You too sweetie. Tootle pip."

"See you later Kurt." Santana laughed hanging up the phone.


"Right." Santana said clasping her hands together as she loaded Google. "Where do I want to go by myself at Christmas?" Santana laughed shaking her head. "By myself depressed at Christmas." She fiddled with the mouse before typing vacationspots into the search engine. She scanned a few pages before coming across a vacation rentalsite.

"Interesting." Santana raised an eyebrow clicking the link and browsing a list of countries. "Hm where do they speak English? Ah England. Click on a town or city." The Latina read the instructions. "Mmm Surrey." She scrolled through a list of houses before one caught her eye. Opening it up she read the description. "Christmas in the country, a fairy tale English cottage set in a tranquil country garden, snuggle up by an old stone fireplace and enjoy a cup of coco in an enchanting oasis of tranquillity in a quiet English hamlet just 40 minutes from exciting London." Santana sat back in her seat taking a swig of coffee. "Yeah." She breathed out a smile in place. She had found her vacation spot.


Quinn flicked through the TV channels in her hooded fleece lying on the couch next to the roaring fire. It was a typical winter's night in England and Quinn was feeling lower than ever. The beeping of a received message cut her from her thoughts. She picked up her laptop from her small coffee table and placed it on her lap.

(1 new message from HomeExchange)

SanLo: I'm interested in renting your house. I'm wondering if it's available this Christmas, because if it is, you could be a real life saver.

QFab: I'm very interested. But the cottage is only really available for home exchange. We switch houses, cars, everything. I haven't done it before but friends of mine have.

QFab: Where are you? Please say somewhere far away.

SanLo: L.A.

"L.A?" Quinn exclaimed with a huge grin. She continued tapping away at the keyboard.

QFab: I haven't been there, but have always wanted to go. I'm Quinn by the way. Neat freak, healthy, none smoker, single.

SanLo: Santana. Loner, loser and complicated wreck.

Quinn read aloud with a chuckle.

QFab: Hi!

SanLo: Hi! I must say, your house looks idyllic. Just what I need.

QFab: Really? Thanks. What does your place look like?

SanLo: My place is nice – little bit bigger than yours.

QFab: Not hard to be.

The Latina laughed and pulled her lip between her teeth.

SanLo: Can I ask you one thing?

QFab: Of course.

SanLo: Are there any men in your town?

QFab: Zero.

SanLo: When can I come?

QFab: Tomorrow too soon?

SanLo: Tomorrows perfect!

QFab: We are on. Two weeks. Starting tomorrow.

Both women squealed with excitement. But they had no idea what was to come.

TBC.


Okay so I'm gonna leave it here. Next chapter things will get a little heated when Santana gets a little surprise. I wonder who will show up… ;) Please reviews tell me what you think!