AN: So the girls have survived to Chapter 3 without killing each other! I got a ton of reviews, favorites, and alerts for the last chapter and I can't thank you enough for those, I really appreciate it! Also, the status has been changed from Complete to In-Progress, so I think you know what that means - more chapters! The rating is going up as well and thanks to CuteLikeMomiji for pointing that out...I should have just rated it M considering it is a Santana fic! Anyway, I'll let you get on to the reading, enjoy!

Disclaimer: Still no owning going on...

Igloo Making Leads To Making Out

"Santana Maria Lopez! What are you doing in there!"

"Ooh, she just went full name on you, San…"

"Who's Maria?"

Rachel – decked out in winter gear for the second day in a row – tromped across the deep snow covering Santana's expansive yard as best she could, heading for the large ploughed up snow bank the other girls occupied. She looked flustered as she approached and the two blonde Cheerios could already tell that they were about to get a lecture.

"I'll have all three of you know that digging tunnels into snow banks is absurdly dangerous!" Rachel announced as she finally reached her destination. "Do you even realize the potential hazards you're exposing yourselves to! What would happen if the snow were to collapse, subsequently trapping Santana and cutting off her oxygen supply! Santana, are you even listening? Come out of there!"

Legs clad in black snow pants were the only portion of the Latina that was visible, the rest of her was laying inside the small cave like opening that she had manage to carve out. After shimmying backward and pushing herself to stand, Santana turned around to face the girl who had somehow manage to snag the title of her girlfriend the day before.

"Cool it, Little Lady," Santana said with a scowl, crossing her arms over her camouflage coat and looking down on Rachel from her elevated position.

"Santana, don't tell me to 'cool it!'" Rachel air quoted exaggeratedly. "I can't have you dying before we've even had our twenty-four hour relationship anniversary!"

Quinn cackled and Brittany 'Awed,' while Santana stomped down to meet Rachel face to face. The two held defiant glares for a few moments, until finally Santana broke into a grin and carefully took the small brunette's face into her hands. "I said cool it, I'm fine…" and then she kissed Rachel's frown away.

When Santana pulled away from the kiss Rachel still had her eyes closed, but her luminous smile told everyone that Santana had done something correctly.

"Ugh, you two are dis-gust-ing!" Quinn shouted, her voice echoing into the wind.

"Q, I think you're just jealous that you're missing out on all the sweet lady kisses," Santana stated, and then sat down at the bottom of the snow bank and motioned for her new girlfriend to sit next to her. "Don't you think she's jealous, Britt? You know how great my lady kisses are."

Brittany's face was emotionless and she sighed deeply. "I do believe that Quinn is jealous. I'm jealous of Rachel, so she should be too…you're lips are like puffy clouds."

Rachel swiftly grabbed Santana's hand as it flew up and made flailing gestures. "Brittany, you're the one who had to go and get with Whee –"

"Oh, shut up, Santana!" Quinn barked. "You've got Berry now, I don't know why you've got her but you do, so just stop." Then she turned to her blonde counterpart. "And Brittany, I want you to know that San isn't the only one with nice lips!"

Santana's brows came together in confusion. "Damn, Not-So-Virgin Mary! What are you trying to say!"

"I believe that Quinn is trying to tell Brittany that her lips would be just as satisfactory for kissing as yours are, San. I may also detect a hint of contempt over her not having a significant other of her own." Rachel said, happily oblivious of the livid stare the head cheerleader was piercing her with.

Quinn's face flushed and her mouth hung open in shock, before she went on a verbal attack. "Man Hands, you little bitc –"

"Hey!" Santana roared and with a graceful agility she lunged forward and shoved the blonde off her perch at the top of the snow bank. "No one talks to my girlfriend like that!" she warned, and then kicked a cloud of powder onto Quinn, who was now lying on her back at the bottom. "And her name is Rachel, don't forget it!"

The tables had been turned. The past two times the quartet had spent together had been filled with Quinn sending barbs at Santana for her interest in Rachel. But now it seemed that the Latina had had her revenge and Quinn had quite literally been knocked down a few pegs. Rachel was practically buzzing with pride and the efforts of trying to keep herself from laughing. Brittany just looked completely stunned.

Quinn silently righted herself and Santana watched with keen eyes to make sure she wasn't going to retaliate. "Well, Rachel," the blonde stated, brushing herself off. "I guess you know that Santana's intentions are true."

"Oh, I never questioned them!" Rachel said sweetly, while smiling up at the brunette standing next to her.

"Okay, okay, enough of this bickering!" Santana announced with determination. "It's time to finish this igloo because I wants to get my Eskimo kisses on!"

"Where are you going to find an Eskimo?"

~S~R~S~R~S~R~S~R~

An hour and a half later, Santana sat proudly inside her creation alongside Quinn and Brittany, with sweat cooling on her forehead from digging. The only one who was missing was Rachel, who had yet to be talked into entering the makeshift igloo for 'obvious safety reasons.'

"Get in here, woman! I worked hard on this igloo and now you're just going to sit out in the cold and insult me by not coming in!" Santana called from inside the snow cave. She knew it was going to take some time to get Rachel to crack, but she was Santana Lopez, being persuasive was kind of her thing. "Don't make me drag you in here!"

The small brunette sat just outside the circular door, her arms crossed and her chin jutted out defiantly. "Just because you're sitting in a cave doesn't mean that you should act like a cavewoman, Santana! You are not dragging me anywhere! Have you considered asking me nicely!"

"Please, Rachel," Brittany asked lightly, in her usual happy go lucky tone. "There's plenty of oxen and gin. We all want you to, even Quinn. Right, Quinn?"

The head cheerleader made no move to agree to her friend's statement, she was too busy attempting to check her text messages on her cell phone; igloos made for horrible reception. Santana roughly punched her shoulder, growling, "Tell her!" and Quinn immediately yelped, "Ow! Right!"

"I'm not going to acknowledge it until it comes from Santana – in a nice and civilized manner!" the voice answered back.

Quinn huffed loudly and leaned over to the Latina, lifting the flap of her hat to whisper in her ear. "Tell her that you made this igloo for her…girls love that sort of stuff."

Much to the blonde's chagrin, Santana grinned and sniggered back, "Okay, Gaybray!" Then she scooted towards the opening, where bright winter light and a few snowflakes were managing to find their way in. She crawled half way out on her stomach until she could see her girlfriend huddled up against the wind. "Rachel?"

"What?" Rachel pouted, turning her face away.

"Will you please come into my igloo? I made it especially for you…"

Santana sat silently. She could tell Rachel was contemplating what she had said, and moments later the petite brunette was turning to look at her. "You did?"

"I did," Santana insisted solemnly, resting her head in her gloved hand and gazing into dark brown eyes. "I just wanted to keep you out of the cold and protect you because…you know… you're my girlfriend now."

Blushing, Rachel coyly dipped her head to her shoulder. "Aww, San, that's so sweet!"

With a smirk, Santana nodded. "That's right, girl. Now, will you please come inside?"

Once they were all cramped inside the small space, Santana met Quinn with a high five. "Good call, Lady Lover!"

"Anything for you, San," the blonde grumbled back.

"Can we start the Eskimo kisses now!" Brittany asked excitedly, taking her gloves off and clapping her hands together. "I wanna know where they've been hiding!"

"Oh, Brittany, there aren't any real Eskimos, Eskimo kisses are when you gently touch noses with someone. Here, Santana and I will show you." Rachel placed her hand on the Latina's thigh for balance and they both leaned forward, faces scrunched up with giddy smiles as they brushed the tips of their noses back and forth.

Quinn watched the interaction with sheer horror and fascination. It seemed so wrong to see Santana Lopez and Rachel Berry – out of all the people in the entire world – sharing something so sickeningly cute. Now she really couldn't deny the fact that she felt a twinge of jealousy, why couldn't she have a boyfriend to share Eskimo kisses with!

"Aww, I wanna try!" the taller of the two blondes gushed and leaned toward Santana out of habit. Rachel quickly cut her off, placing her hands on both of Brittany's shoulders and placing her back where she had been sitting, while saying, "I would have to say that is an inappropriate gesture for two people with significant others."

Now it was Brittany's turn to pout, but unlike Rachel her pouting held real sadness and disappointment. "But I broke up with Artie last night, I don't have anyone else to do it with." Murmurs of surprise went up around the igloo and Brittany nervously bit her nails, her somber face growing more pathetic by the second.

"Why didn't you tell us earlier, Britt?" Santana questioned, reaching over and rubbing her friend's shoulder comfortingly.

"I don't know…" Brittany looked down guiltily. "I've been kind of mad at him ever since he ran over my foot with his wheelchair and I kind of have a crush on someone else…"

"Who!"

"Quinn…"

"What!" Quinn shrieked in disbelief, her brows nearly meeting her hairline as her eyes widened in shock.

"Quinn, that is no way to treat someone who just admitted that they have a crush on you!" Rachel scolded.

"Shut up, Berry! I can if it's a girl!" Quinn shot back and Santana held up her fist threateningly at what she had said. "Brittany, why would you say that! You don't have a crush on me, you're just confused!"

Brittany shook her head in disagreement. "No, Quinn, my feelings for you are true. I think we would look really good together, just like San and Rachel. We have like the same hair color and we're both white…we're like twins."

Quinn threw her hands in the air.. "Do you hear yourself! Twins! That's creepy!"

"Ugh, you two are annoying me! There's too much talk going on when I wants to get my Eskimo mack on!" Santana interrupted. "Britt, Q, I'm going to have to ask you to leave my igloo."

Quinn was already climbing towards the exit when Santana caught her by the hood of her coat. "But! I have one condition…I have to see you give Brittany an Eskimo kiss before you can go." Brittany may not have been the one that she was lip locking with anymore, but she was still her best friend and she was going to make sure her best friend got what she wanted.

Hazel eyes were blazing angrily at Santana as Quinn threw herself back down on the ground, while Brittany had resumed her smiling. She may have been head cheerleader, but outside of school and Cheerios Santana was the boss.

"Only one…" Quinn warned her blonde counterpart and then leaned forward hesitantly. She closed her eyes and awkwardly bumped her nose with Brittany's, and once a couple seconds had passed she realized it was not all that unpleasant. While her nose was cold, Brittany's was warm, and it sent a little shiver of excitement through both of them.

Santana clapped and laughed evilly as the two blondes separated. "Nice! But now you're going to have to leave, Rachel and I have way hotter things to do in here than that."

"You're so sick…" Quinn muttered under breath, crawling out of the opening after she was finally allowed to leave. She wouldn't admit it, but her nose was still tingling from where it had brushed the other girl's.

Brittany was still beaming after receiving her Eskimo kiss, and as she went to leave she turned to the two brunettes and whispered, "Have fun, but use protection, you can still get pregnant even when it's cold outside." And with that she gave them a wink, held her index and middle finger to each corner of her mouth and then waggled her tongue back and forth between them.

"She's crazy…"

"Mmm, but I think she has the right idea," Santana purred as she lied down in the now open space and pulled Rachel to straddle her hips. She moved her hands along the smaller girl's thighs and then worked her way to the zipper of her coat, slowly pulling it down and slipping her hands into the warmth underneath. "How about we try to melt this igloo?"

Rachel let her head fall back and she closed her eyes as Santana smoothed her hands along her ribcage. "As wonderful as that sounds, I think it would take a very significant source of heat for us to even come close to melting all of this snow."

Taking a hold of the front of Rachel's jacket, Santana lured her down until their noses were touching like they had earlier. "Then let's see," she began and then dipped her head to lick a path up from her girlfriend's collarbone to her ear, "just how hot we can get…"

After sitting up, taking off her coat, and laying it on the ground behind her, Santana switched positions and rolled Rachel onto her back so she could lie between her legs. She then began unwinding Rachel's scarf at an agonizingly slow pace, placing a kiss to each new patch of skin that was revealed to her lips. Next to go were the buttons of her sweater.

"Santana…" Rachel sighed, as hands slid below her tank top and traced up her sides.

"Mmm…" Thinking that her girlfriend was enjoying the treatment by the way she was shuddering, Santana continued on, licking her lips and lowering her head to place soft kisses on Rachel's now bare stomach.

"Santana!" Rachel hissed in aggravation and suddenly tore the other girl's hat from her head to get her attention, sending dark hair flying everywhere.

"What!"

"I'm freezing! You can't just start stripping my clothes off in twenty degree weather!"

Santana smiled sheepishly and pulled the shirt back down. "Sorry, you just get me going…"

Rachel sat up and tried not blush at the confession, but it didn't help that Santana's sheepish smile had transformed into a devilish grin. "Well, that's…that's nice and good, I suppose," the petite brunette stammered, trying to look at anything besides the Latina's mussed, almost-sex hair. "I mean…you get me going too…"

Santana bowled the smaller girl over and attacked her with heated and eager kisses. "Do you want to go inside? Up to my room? My bed is so warm, I promise."

"Um…sure," Rachel finally replied with a sly smile, after weighing the options in her head. Brittany was so right about Santana's lips being like puffy clouds and she was going to take advantage of that fact.

~S~R~S~R~S~R~S~R~

After dodging Santana's mother who was busy at work in the kitchen, the two brunettes ended up outside of her room up against the door. Still kissing and clamoring to touch as much of each other as they could.

Santana's hand was clutching the doorknob, while she tilted her head to the side. "Damn, who could've known that Rachel Berry is such a sex kitten…" she whispered, as Rachel kneaded her breasts through her sweatshirt and nipped at her pulse point.

"You should know that I strive for excellence in everything I do," Rachel rasped back.

"Does that include me?"

"Open the door and maybe you can find out…"

With her back still to the door, Santana swung it open, but instead of Rachel pushing her through the threshold to her bed she was met with a blood curdling scream.

"Oh my God!"

Santana turned around to find both of her Cheerio teammates lying on her bed, but not just lying on it – lying all over each other on it. "What are you doing!" she screamed, not believing what she was seeing.

"Mija? What's going on in there?" a voice shouted from down the hall.

"Nothing, mamí!" Santana yelled back, before shoving Rachel into her room and slamming the door. Letting her mother know that her household had suddenly turned into an explosion of teenage hormones was the last thing she needed.

"Santana, it's not what it looks like!" Quinn rushed to say, while getting off the bed and straightening her ponytail.

"Oh really! Because it looks like you and Britts were about to get down in my bed!"

"No…" Brittany said, shaking her head. "I wasn't going to get down on her, I was going to go down on her."

Quinn flushed a dark crimson and Santana covered her mouth like she was close to throwing up, then motioned towards the door. "Congratulations on your newfound love, but get out! I'm about to blow chunks!"

Rachel elbowed her girlfriend in the ribs and gave the two blondes an understanding smile. "I, for one, think it's wonderful that you two have developed affections for each other. We've formed out own little group, the awesome foursome!"

Santana slapped her forehead and wondered what the hell she had gotten herself into. Quinn couldn't even speak and Brittany followed through with her usual.

"Foursome? I've only had threesomes."

San and Rach have just inspired everyone! Special thanks to Astrayed for suggesting that I add some Quitt, Fabrittany, Quittany, Bruinn? Whatever it's called! Hope you liked it and thanks for reading!

PS: Here's a little hint for next chapter, it's titled...Cookie Baking Leads To Love Making ;)