MISTLETOE

A/N: Okay, so the awesome YoungTruthLP posted the first of twenty-five Christmas one-shots featuring the awesome and super hot Brittana. Now that my novel is done and I have begun my foray back in to the world of FanFiction (yes, things have been written, but you're not getting them yet :p), I figured this would be a good way to get back into it. It'll be one fic a day for twenty-five days :)

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee :(

You'd think that after five years, I would have learned. You'd think that after repulsing myself and most probably Britt, I would have learned. You'd think that after using countless balms and creams and teas, I would have learned,

But no. Clearly, I'm a sucker for punishment.

"San, baby-oh, no."

I looked helplessly at my beautiful bride (yes, seven years later I still called her my bride because she looked just as gorgeous as she did on that magical day) and pouted. Or tried to. My top lip was so swollen that I probably looked like a messed up version of the phantom from The Phantom Of The Opera.

Yes, I watched musicals. Get over it.

"Baby," Brittany cooed, dropping the box of decorations she'd brought down from the attic and moving to sit next to me on the kitchen floor.

"I'm sorry," I mumbled. With my swollen lip, it came our more like 'thorry' and I could see Britt trying really hard to bite back her laughter.

"Why do you do this to yourself, San?"

"Tradition," I huffed.

"Baby, I know that hanging the mistletoe means a lot to you and I love you so much for putting yourself through this torture every year just to be able to kiss me in the same spot we shared our first Christmas kiss as wife and wife, but I hate seeing you like this."

I just folded my arms in defiance. Britt was probably mad that she was deprived of her hot wifey kisses because, in all honesty, I looked like a fucking cast off version of Frankenstein. No way would my sexy wife want to come anywhere near me. I wouldn't.

"Hey," Brittany coaxed, scooting closer to me and looping her arm around my waist. Even though you looked like a Pokemon right now, I still love you and think you're super hot."

"You do?"

"Of course." Brittany's blue eyes shone and my heart fluttered. I loved when it fluttered. "You'll always be beautiful to me. Now, Lila and Scott are waiting patiently for you to join them outside."

I pulled a face and Britt couldn't stop her laughter that time.

"Just so you know, Mrs. Lopierce, you don't need to hang mistletoe for me to kiss you. I'd gladly do that anywhere, anytime."

I wiggled my eyebrows and my amazing wife just laughed and leaned in, pecking my gigantic top lip softly before sucking on my bottom lip – which, thankfully, was still its standard size. The sensation still drove electric pulses straight down my body to my toes.

She always had an exceptional talent for making my toes curl.

"Now before our children see your lip all Botox'd, you'd better head upstairs and get some of that cream your mom sent over last year." Before I could ask, she continued, "It's in the second drawer in the bathroom, where your extra make up stuff is."

I grinned and Brittany matched it. She jumped up and held out her hands, helping me up. Taking advantage of the available skin, I traced my tongue up her neck, delighting in the shiver that ran through her.

"Te amo," I murmured, eventually pulling away.

Taking a breath to calm my libido, I stopped when I heard Britt call my name. When I turned around, she was standing next to the fridge and holding the cursed mistletoe above her head. I grinned. She crooked her finger at me and I skipped to her, not even bothering to wait as I pressed my lips to hers. Sure, it was a little weird with a lip the size of Lady Liberty, but very little could stop me from kissing my wife.

I'd somehow developed an allergy to mistletoe during our second Christmas as a married couple. Britt was pregnant with Lila and my face had just swelled up.

But it didn't matter because every year, Britt chastised me for being silly and I did it anyway because the smile on her face when she saw the mistletoe made everything worth it.