Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or any song used in this chapter.


Chapter 2

The next morning, Kurt and Rachel were working on their Christmas dinner plan in the kitchen while Santana was playing with the kids in the living room.

"Did you call Puck to confirm his presence?" Kurt asked as he scribbled something on a notepad.

"Yes and he hasn't called me back yet." Rachel huffed. "When he does I will give him a few words on manners."

"Okay so we'll get back to that later. About the food, we need a bit of everything, meat, fish and something vegan for you."

"I already made a list of meals we could do." The diva handed her friend the piece of paper.

The blue eyed man read it. "Well sounds perfect. Do you know if Shelby and Quinn are still taking care of the desserts?"

"Shelby texted me it was still okay." The brunette confirmed before turning to call her wife. "Santana, honey, did you hear from Quinn?"

A minute later, Santana stepped into the room. "What?"

The Jewish girl smiled at the girl when she leaned against her. "Did Quinn tell you if she was still baking the desserts for our Christmas dinner?"

"Nope but I'm getting tired of hearing all your obsessive planning so I think I'm gonna pay her a visit."

Kurt and Rachel both gasped. "You could help us instead of judging." The boy stated.

The Latina laughed. "Yeah, not gonna happen." She grabbed a piece of paper and crumpled it before throwing it at Kurt. "I'm gonna go get changed and leave you two crazies alone." She kissed Rachel sweetly before leaving the room.

The tall man frowned. "And you don't say anything!?"

"Oh no, I prefer her to stay far away from the planning, it won't do us any good." The Broadway star exclaimed.

The designer chuckled. "Good point."


An hour later, Santana was at Quinn's house, sipping her coffee on the girl's couch. "Sooooo are you bringing your new girlfriend on Thursday?" She snickered.

"What?" Quinn asked as she stat next to her friend.

"Are you bringing a date?"

The blonde raised her eyebrow. "Why do you care?"

The Latina smirked. "Well I was starting to worry that you'd end up like a crazy old lady with a dozen cats. It's about time you got some action."

The publisher made a face. "Well I'd be grateful if you could stop worrying about my sex life or love life, thank you very much."

The tan girl snorted. "I don't. Mine is fulfilling enough; I don't need details of yours."

Quinn raised her eyebrow. "Then why are you asking?"

"Because anal-retentive Rachel will need to know soon if you're bringing a +1 or not so she can do her table seating plan." Santana explained.

"Are you serious? She's doing a seating plan?" The blonde chuckled.

"Why do you think I left my house and came to yours?" Kurt and her were driving me crazy with their planning."

"I bet." The publisher chuckled. "How many will we be?"

The raven-haired girl puffed. "The four of us, you and your girlfriend" She teased again. "Is your mom joining us?"

"She wasn't sure if she wanted to spend the holidays with Robert." Quinn shrugged. "She thinks it's too soon but she probably will anyway…"

"I can't believe your mom is dating a guy she met on her singles cruise." The tan girl exclaimed.

"You and me both…" The publisher trailed off. "So who else?"

"My parents, Rachel's dads, Shelby and Beth, Kurt and Elliot…" The Latina smirked. "Maybe Puck and Zizes..."

They chuckled at the thought. "Do you think it will ever stop being funny?" The blonde questioned.

"Nope!"


The next day, Rachel decided to visit her mom at the new building Shelby had bought to create her new school. She greeted the construction workers before looking for her mother. She found her talking to the contractor.

Shelby excused herself before approaching her daughter. "Rachel, sweetie, what are you doing here?"

"I wanted to check on the progress of the work and bring you the recipes for the desserts we chose with Kurt." The diva explained as she hugged Shelby.

"You're sweet." The coach kissed Rachel's cheeks.

"You look tired, are you okay?" The brunette asked concerned.

Shelby sighed. "Work isn't progressing as expected."

The Jewish girl scanned the inside of the building. "Is it ever?"

The coach chuckled. "No. But since it's an old building, there are some surprises..."

"I'm sure it will be okay." The petite reassured.

"I hope." Shelby ran her hand through her hair. "I can't wait to be done with this for the holidays."

Rachel squeezed her mother's shoulder. "Courage, just a few more days. And we are a part of this adventure too so if you need anything, all you have to do is ask okay?"

"Yes, thank you." The coach smiled before clearing her throat. "So you talked about recipes?"

"Yes!" The Broadway star grinned before handing the recipes to her mother. "If it's too much though, just tell me. My dads and Santana's parents will be there to help so we can…"

"Rachel." Shelby cut her off. "It's okay. I'm sure Beth won't mind helping me."

The brunette nodded. "Okay, but if you change your mind, just tell me."

"I will." The tall woman assured.

"Ms Corcoran?" The contractor called.

"Yes, I'll be with you in a minute." Shelby turned toward Rachel. "Sorry sweetie, I have to take care of this but I call you later alright."

"Okay, good luck. See you later." The diva kissed her mom's cheek before leaving.


At night, once the kids were in bed, Rachel and Santana decided to settle in their movie room to cuddle while watching a movie.

Santana was making popcorn upstairs while the diva was looking for a DVD.

"It's supercalifragilisticexpialidocious. Even though the sound of it is something quite atrocious. If you say it loud enough, you'll always sound precocious. Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious. Um diddle, diddle diddle, um diddle ay." The brunette sang as she moved some DVDs on the side to find Mary Poppins. "I can't find it." She sighed. "I was sure I left it there though. Wait a minute…" She waited for her wife to join her before saying in a fake sweet tone. "Santana?"

"Yes?" The Latina replied as she put the popcorn on the table.

"Did you hide one of my DVDs?" The Jewish girl questioned. "Again." She emphasized.

"I have no idea what you're talking about…" The tan girl replied innocently as grabbed a handful of popcorn and munched them.

"Are you really lying to my face right now?" The Broadway star raised her eyebrow. "Mary Poppins didn't just disappear by magic."

"Well no, she left on her cloud." The raven-haired girl laughed.

Rachel frowned. "I'm serious!"

"Maybe the girls played with it." Santana offered.

"Are you seriously accusing our daughters right now?" The petite girl said unimpressed.

"Maybe Kurt borrowed it?" The Latina tried again.

The diva stomped her foot and put her hand on her hips. "Santana!"

"Baby, come on!" The taller girl whined. "We watched it three times last month, I can't take it anymore."

"You like this movie!" The brunette exclaimed.

"Yes but it doesn't mean I want to watch it for the fourth time!" The raven-haired girl argued.

The Jewish girl huffed. "Where is it?" She glared.

The tan girl chuckled. "You're cute. Okay, so I'll tell you if you promise me we won't watch it."

"What? No." The Broadway star shook her head. "That's no fair!"

Santana raised her eyebrow. "Take it or leave it."

Rachel growled, raising her hands up in frustration. "You're infuriating!"

"Yeah but you love me." The taller girl smirked.

"Yes, I guess I must be crazier than people thought." The diva mumbled.

The former cheerleader laughed. "Well, it also helps that I'm really charming and good in bed." She moved closer to the girl and took her in her arms.

"It doesn't hurt yes." The Jewish girl looked at Santana through her eyelashes.

The Latina gasped, feigning hurt. "That's all I am for you? A pretty face."

The diva giggled. "No, you can be a pretty good wife when you want to…"

"When I want to?" The tan girl kissed the brunette's nose before kissing her lips softly. "So am I a good wife right now?"

"I haven't decided yet." The brunette bit her bottom lip, trying not to smile. "After all you hid my DVD."

Santana smiled at her wife's cuteness. "What can I do to help you decide?"

"Give it back to me." The petite girl smiled sweetly.

"It's in my office. Now, what else?" The raven-haired girl put her hands on her wife's waist before kissing her neck.

"Well, hum…" The Broadway star closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling. "You can continue what you're doing, it feels quite nice…"

"Hmm…" The Latina bit Rachel's neck before whispering in her ear. "Well maybe we could skip the movie and go to our bedroom so I can show you some of my talents."

Rachel chuckled despite her arousal. "That's an awful pick-up line."

"I already have you, I don't need pick-up lines." Santana kissed the girl's jaw. "Besides, you're not saying no."

"I could let myself be convinced…"

The taller smirked before kissing her wife. "Let me lead the way Mrs Berry-Lopez." She took her Rachel's hand and started walking toward the stairs.

The brunette laughed and followed happily before remembering the popcorn on the table. She stopped abruptly. "Wait, you just did popcorn, it's going to go to waste."

The tan girl blinked before looking at her in disbelief. "Seriously?"

"Yes!"

The raven-haired girl rolled her eyes. "We'll eat it tomorrow." She tugged on her wife's hand to make her move again.

"It won't be good tomorrow." The diva pointed out.

"Oh my god!" Santana exclaimed. "Then I'll give it to the birds! Now, I want to make love to my wife, do you think it's possible?"

The petite girl smiled, lifting her hand to cup her wife's cheek fondly. "Yes."

"Good. Jump on my back, hobbit." The Latina leaned forward.

"Santana!"

The tan girl chuckled. "Come on, we'll go faster than if you use your tiny legs!"

"Well you don't mind my tiny legs when they are wrapped around your face." The Broadway star smiled smugly.

The raven-haired girl gasped. "Fuck!"

"Not yet!" Rachel winked before jumping on her wife's back.

"God, I love you." Santana stated.

The diva kissed the Latina's cheek. "I love you too."