(A quick holiday story to occupy my mind until I figure out where to go with my other two stories!)
"Mom?" Santana asked apprehensively, "Do you think I can bring my girlfriend home for Christmas eve and day?"
"Of course!" Mrs. Lopez exclaimed, she had been hearing vague comments about the woman that captured her daughters heart since sophomore year of University. She had yet to meet the girl, nor even see a picture so the possibility of meeting the girl in person was too good to pass up. "We'd love to have her! But, won't her family want her with them?"
"No, she's kinda estranged." Santana said cryptically. "Are you sure it's okay?"
"Of course baby, We'd love to have her."
Four weeks later
Santana pulled her bag and another off the baggage belt and rolled them over to the entrance of the airport. She stopped and stood in front of her girlfriend.
"Are you nervous?" She asked, as she tightened the scarf around the Latina's neck.
"Kinda. I'm interested to see their reaction." Santana shrugged as they headed towards the shuttle. After a short period of time on the bus, it pulled up in front of the Lopez house. The sky was already dark and full of the musty smell of impending show. She helped her girlfriend out of the bus and pulled their luggage off and onto the sidewalk. They walked up to the house and Santana pushed open the front door.
"Mom?" She yelled through the house, she heard a shuffle and feet pattering towards the door.
"SANTANA!" Her mother exclaimed as she gathered her youngest child in her arms. She pulled away, squishing the girls cheeks with her hands before her gaze landed on the blonde standing awkwardly in the foyer. "Hi… I'm Santana's mom." She smiled extending her hand, not being able to shake the slight recognition of the girl standing in front of her.
"Hi, Mrs. Lopez," She smiled politely, a blush flooding her cheeks. "It's nice to see you again."
"Mom, you remember Quinn." Santana smirked, winking at her girl before her mother could see.
"I knew I recognized you!" She exclaimed, gathering the small woman in her arms and hugging her. "You look so grown up! What are you doing here? I heard your folks moved a few years back?"
"They did… I'm here…" She looked to Santana for help.
"Mom, Quinn's here with me."
"I know mija! But, you said you were bringing your… oh… OH! I get it. Oh my god, Santana Lorna Lopez! You're dating Quinn Fabray!" She turns to the blonde, "You're dating my daughter?"
"Yes ma'am." Quinn replied.
"Why? I mean," Mrs. Lopez exclaimed, before getting a glare from her daughter. "I meant how!"
"Momma!" Santana shouted, "We've been traveling all day. Can you chill on the inquisition for a minute? Can we go change and wash up or something?"
"Yes, sorry dear." She apologized to Quinn. "Santana I made up your room and Quinn you can sleep in the den. The pull out is all set up for you." Santana rolled her eyes at her mothers old fashioned sense of courtship. "Don't give me that look Santana. You know very well that i'd do the exact same thing to your brothers if they brought their lady-friends home."
"Lady friend?" Santana laughed, shaking her head. "Got it mom." She kissed her moms cheek before carrying the bags up the stairs closely followed by Quinn.