Author's Note: Partially inspired by BeChloeIsLegit, I'm going to do Holiday prompts as well. I'll do most any femslash ship, except for Mitchsen. I might do a crossover if I'm familiar with the other universe, however no Rachel Berry from Glee. The first prompt is from BeChloeIsLegit: "What about one where Stacie invites Aubrey to go home with her for Christmas? Aubrey is used to an organized list of events with her family, but Stacie's is more laid back and casual about things." I hope this lives up to your expectations.
"Oh this is just fantastic." Aubrey called out dejectedly as she checked her messages after Bella practice ended.
"What's wrong sweetie?" Chloe asked, moving up to her best friend and running her hand up down her back in a soothing fashion.
"My parents just told me they're going to Europe for Christmas." Aubrey informed the redhead, melting into her touch. "Essentially, since Janet's spending Hanukkah with Seth's family this year, and they finally figured out there won't be any boys in my future, I'm basically on my own."
"Oh, honey, no." Chloe said, throwing her arms around her best friend. "You can come home with me. Beca's coming, it'll be all kinds of fun."
"I wouldn't want to intrude." Aubrey said, pulling away from the hug. "I'd just be a third wheel."
"You can come home with me if you've got a passport." Stacie offered.
"Why would she need a passport?" Beca asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Je suis Canadienne" Stacie replied. With a smile she turned back to Aubrey "Come to Quebec with me."
"That's sweet of you." Aubrey smiled back at Stacie. "Are you sure your family won't mind?"
"You're not a Maple Leafs fan are you?" Stacie asked. Aubrey just stared back at her blankly. "Yeah, you'll be fine. Just pack some warm clothes."
"I had no idea you were from Quebec, you speak such perfect English." Beca said, still surprised at the taller brunette's revelation.
"Mom's from Halifax." Stacie explained with a shrug.
The flight from Atlanta to Toronto was uneventful. Thankfully Stacie had planned their flights in such a way to have plenty of time to deal with customs at Pearson Airport and still have time to grab coffee and a snack at Tim Horton's before having to make their connecting flight to Quebec.
"Did you know the Rush song YYZ is named for this airport's code and based on its Morse Code broadcast?" Stacie asked as they made their way to the gate.
"I didn't even know there was a song called that." Aubrey confessed. "I barely know there's a band called Rush."
"Mon pere likes them." Stacie said.
"What's your family like, anyway?" Aubrey asked.
"They're family, what else can I say?" Stacie replied with a shrug.
"I mean, are they warm and friendly, or cold and distant like most of mine, save for my sister?" Aubrey followed up. "Like, what am I wandering into?"
"Oh, they're pretty cool, really laid back." Stacie answered as they found seats at the gate for their next flight.
"Where did your parents meet?" Aubrey inquired.
"College. McGill. They like to joke they had chemistry from the beginning, because that's the class they met in." Stacie explained.
"Isn't that a really good school? Like the Harvard of Canada?" Aubrey asked, taken aback.
"It is yes, and I considered going there." Stacie confirmed.
"So, if you're from Quebec, and your parents went to McGill, how'd you end up at Barden?" Aubrey pressed, genuinely curious about Stacie's motives.
"Well, I got all kinds of offers from all kinds of schools." Stacie started. "M.I.T. was hard to turn down, I might actually do grad school there. But then...you won't believe me if I told you."
"I won't believe what?" Aubrey asked, her curiosity clearly piqued.
"Let's just say I saw a video." Stacie got in just before boarding started for their flight.
"You saw...then why?" Aubrey asked as she followed Stacie to the plane.
"Up till the end, I liked what I saw. Then I did some reading." Stacie said. "I never said anything because I never thought it'd be important. I figured I'd just continue having fun, then I got to know you."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Aubrey asked, a little hurt by how parsed Stacie's words.
"That you're amazing and I really, really like you." Stacie said.
The flight from Toronto to Quebec was a little more eventful, for Aubrey and Stacie at least. They talked about their feelings for each other, how they'd both really come to like the other in the short time they'd known each other. They agreed to put any serious discussion off till they got back to school, but that they'd certainly go on a date while in Quebec. It was nearly 8:30 PM by the time they got to Stacie's parents' house, but Aubrey was surprised to find a number of Stacie's family there. As soon as they were through the door, they were bombarded with greetings and introductions. It was a good ten minutes before they were able to make it to Stacie's room with their bags.
"I certainly wasn't expecting that." Aubrey said when they were alone.
"Sorry, I had no idea everyone would be here." Stacie apologized. "You ok?"
"Yeah, it was just a bit much to take in all at once." Aubrey brushed it off. "I'm good."
"Good, because I'm hungry, let's go downstairs and see what there is to eat." Stacie said, heading out before Aubrey could reply. When they got to the bottom of the stairs, they ran into Stacie's 18 year old cousin Guillaume.
"Hey Aubrey, I was thinking of going to the bar down the street and I was wondering if you'd like to go with me?" Guillaume asked, laying his accent on a bit thicker hoping the blonde would like it. He was completely oblivious to the grin on his older cousin's face, which grew wider when she saw their grandmother Therese approach them. Stacie indicated for her to stay silent while Aubrey responded.
"Sorry, but it's been a long day, I just want to eat and get some sleep." Aubrey brushed him off politely.
"Perhaps tomorrow then?" Guillaume asked. "Or Monday, we could watch the Canadiens match."
"Elle n'aime pas les garçons, Gui." Stacie said, earning a chuckle from Aubrey's grandmother.
"Désolée, Gui." Therese said, patting the boy on the shoulder. "Belle prise, Stacie."
"Merci grand-mère, mais nous ne sommes..." Stacie started
" Je parle français et nous sommes." Aubrey cut in "Ou je veux."
"Really?" Stacie asked, not believing what she was hearing.
" Vraiment." Aubrey confirmed, kissing Stacie
The following week went rather quickly. After doing some Christmas shopping the next day, Stacie and Aubrey did end up going to the bar Guillaume had talked about to meet some of Stacie's friends from school who were home for the holiday. None of them knew Aubrey was the reason their friend chose to go to college so far away, the brunette simply touted their top notch engineering department, but they could all tell how smitten Stacie was with the blonde. The next few days were spent seeing the sights and meeting more of Stacie's family as they came by sporadically. Soon enough it was the night before Christmas Eve. Stacie and Aubrey were watching Netflix in Stacie's room while they waited for Stacie's mother's parents to arrive from Halifax.
"So are you enjoying yourself?" Stacie asked when the movie they had been watching ended.
"I am." Aubrey confirmed, though Stacie could tell there was something she was holding back.
"But?" Stacie spoke the unspoken word.
"It's nothing really." Aubrey shook it off. "I'm just not used to the...chaos isn't quite the word, but, like, things are a lot more formal, more regimented in my family. Things are planned weeks, sometimes months in advance."
"Except when they decide they're going to Europe and don't tell you till the last minute." Stacie reminded the blonde.
"I promise you everything but not telling me was meticulously planned." Aubrey said. "Actually, I wouldn't be surprised if not telling me till they did was planned as well.
"Well, if I have any say in things, I'd like to think this is the first of many Christmases you spend with my family." Stacie reassured the blonde. "My dad's family's taken quite a liking to you, and I promise you my mom's family will too." she adds, glancing at her phone when she hears her text notification. "Speaking of, they're here."
"Fortuitous timing" Aubrey said as they headed downstairs. On their way to the foyer, they were stopped by Therese clearing her throat and pointing over their heads at the spring of mistletoe. "Merci, Therese."
"Welcome to the family, Aubrey." Therese said as Aubrey and Stacie kissed
Note 2: Hope you enjoyed it. Looking forward to your prompts. Tomorrow, a Jashley story for bilbobarneybobs
Translations:
Elle n'aime pas les garçons, Gui. - She doesn't like boys, Gui
Désolée, Gui. - Sorry, Gui
Belle prise, Stacie. - Nice catch, Stacie
Merci grand-mère, mais nous ne sommes - Thank you grandma, but we aren't (Aubrey cut her off before she could say 'pas')
Je parle français et nous sommes. - I speak French, and we are
Ou je veux - Or I want to
Vraiment. - really
Merci, Therese. - Thank you, Therese