Long awaited update. I am sorry for being MIA but here you go! I hope you all enjoy! I will have to sneak in more chapters!


A few days has passed since the snow started falling and every single day, Little Santa, Mama Brittany and Santana played in the white fluff. Although the clouds were grey and the cold was near to freezing, the happy family manages to be the rays of sunshine through it all. All those days of playing in the snow has finally caught up to them.

"San..?" Brittany turned around in the bed and started shaking the smaller woman next to her awake. "Little Santa has been coughing through the night, and I kinda feel like shit…" Brittany sneezes four times in a row and she grunts.

Santana turns to face the blonde. Just her turning causes her muscles to ache and spasm. "Bless you, love." She coughs hard and closes her eyes. "We need to get medicine."

"We are all sick." Brittany laughs quietly but coughs loudly, stirring the blonde baby right next to her but not awakening her. "I'll go buy the medicine." She tries standing up but her head starts spinning and she feels like she's in a carousel. Brittany is turning green.

"Love! Lay back down, please!" Santana sits up quickly, ignoring the pain, and lays Brittany back down. The total head rush causes her to crash back down in the bed.

Both women close their eyes and sigh heavily.

"It's only 3:41 AM." Santana looks at the clock next to her in her side table. "I can't call work yet." In the midst of all her hazy and spinning thoughts and her aching body, an idea snaps up. "Brittany, don't think I'm a baby, okay?"

Brittany looks at Santana. Her green, sick, nauseated skin is slowly returning back to its pale color. "Why would I think that?" She looks at Santana curiously as the woman reaches for her phone and dials a number. She can hear the phone ring and someone picks up and at this time.

"Mama, we are all sick."


It was not even 4:30 AM when Seleste Lopez quietly opens the bedroom door and smiles at all of them despite the wee hours of the morning.

"Santana, have you been out in the snow again?" She looks at her retreating daughter under the covers slowly. She shakes her head in disapproval. "Mija, every year! And this time you got Brittany and -" Mama Lopez walks around to Little Santa, "This poor child is beyond sick!" She touches Brittany's small twins forehead. "Dios mio!"

Brittany sits up ignoring the ill feeling starting to rise in her throat. "What's wrong with my baby?"

Santana pulls the cover away from her and looks at her mother intently.

"Brittany breathe, your baby is just really cold and really hot at the same time. I need a hot bath for her right now." She points at Santana. "Santana, get the bath started. Put some alcohol in there with slightly hot water. You'd think your immune system would get stronger since you get sick every time this time of the year." She shakes her head. "Brittany,…" She looks at Brittany closely. "I'd run to the bathroom if I were you." She pats the blonde woman's back and steps aside.

Brittany is smart to take her advice, she barely made it to the bathroom toilet and threw up.

Santana sat up quickly and followed Brittany. She enters the bathroom looking at the slumped over blonde bracing the toilet bowl. "I'm so sorry for getting you and Little Santa sick…" She kneels next to Brittany and holds the blonde strands off the pale girls face.

"San, you're sick too! So don't start playing the pity party." Brittany chuckles and playfully punches Brittany on the shoulder. Another wave of vomit overtakes her.

Santana frowns but there's no time to feel guilty. As she holds Brittany's hair, she starts the hot bath for the very ill baby. She stands up, still holding onto the gold strands but not yanking the blonde around and grabs for the alcohol in the medicine cabinet. Santana pours ¼ of the bottle in the bathtub.

Brittany touches Santana's and Santana let's go of her hair. Brittany looks better at the moment but the sadness and worry for her baby never escapes her face.

Mighty Mama Lopez walks in the bathroom with a towel wrapped Little Santa. "Brittany, you will have to go in the bath with your baby. She needs you, okay?"

Brittany nods and starts undressing herself.

"Hey, get out of here!" Seleste hits Santana's butt out of the bathroom. "Cochina! Go make yourself useful and warm up water and put lemon juice and honey. Go, mi amor." Mama Lopez winks at her daughter and smiles. "I'll take care of them, okay?" Then the bathroom door is closed.

Santana smiles and mouths out, "I love you Mama." Then, she goes to the kitchen and does what her mother tells her.

Brittany is already in the bathtub waiting for her ill baby to join her. The warm water and the alcohol combination soothes her and she just hopes that it will have the same effect on Little Santa.

Mama Lopez kneels next to the bathtub and hands over the half awake and half asleep child. "Mind her head now." She helps lower the child into the healing water and into Brittany's bare lap.

"I'm sorry for being such a horrible mother to my child…" Brittany looks downcast and holds her tears to not cry in front of the woman.

"Brittany! Shame on you for thinking you are a horrible mother!" Seleste scolds the woman. She takes the plastic cup that holds the toothbrushes, empties it and uses it to pick water up and pour it over Brittany. "You are only a horrible mother if you give up on your children and stop being their mother."

"But, I got my daughter sick and-"

"Brittany, is this the first time your baby got sick..?"

"Yes…"

"Sweety!" Mama Lopez laughs out loud. "Kids get sick all the time! And this is why we are here, to take care of our babies when they can't take care of themselves. Everyone needs a mother in their lives." She continues to pour the soothing water on the mother daughter pair.

"I just don't want to be like my mom." Brittany pauses and looks up at Mrs. Lopez with a shattered heart and a pained face. "I don't want to give up on Santana like my mother gave up on me…"

She sighs and smiles warmly at the blonde woman. "Brittany, so far you have done amazing!" She stands up and cradles a towel, waiting for Brittany to place her now peaceful looking baby. "I would know, Santana constantly calls me just to talk about you two." She smiles.

Brittany blushes and smiles warmly at the thought of Santana's sweetness. She stands up, not caring that her body is exposed. All she's glad about is her daughter resting comfortably and Santana. Santana, the woman she is starting to love?

"Come on, let's get you two in comfortable sleeping clothes." Mama Lopez cradles the child in her arms and starts drying her.

Brittany takes a towel from the racks and covers herself with it. "Thank you." She hugs Santana's caring mother. She misses her mom, although she is not as sweet as the woman she is hugging. "Thank you."

Mama Lopez laughs. "You're getting me all wet!"

Brittany pulls away from embarrassment.

"We're a family now." The older woman resembling Santana kisses the pale woman's pale forehead and looks at her with love.

Santana just looks up at hearing her mom yell out, "You're getting me all wet!" She can't help but get jealous and angry. "It's probably Little Santa… Or Brittany… Just don't think about it!" She holds firmly on the counter. Her head is throbbing, her body is aching badly and she feels really cold even though she has a lot of layers on.

The waters already boiled and she's put honey and lemon in the water so might as well wait for them in the couch. Santana laid down and closes her eyes, till they get there. The amount of her head spinning and throbbing doesn't do her justice. She can't sleep like this although her vision and hearing is already starting to fall asleep on her.

"MIJA!" Mama Lopez scoots her daughter in her arms and holds her sitting up. "Dios mio!" She feels her daughters temperature. "You're having a terrible fever! Santana!" Her daughters head slips onto her shoulders. "Puta madre! It's gonna get harder now."

Brittany runs to the living room and sees Santana fainted. "How is she?"

"Take it slow, sweety. You're very much sick as well." Mama Lopez hoists Santana with her shoulder and holds Santana's waist. Here she is, rescuing her daughter from sickness yet again and now with two others her daughter has victimized in the snow.

"I can help." Brittany takes Santana's other arm and drapes it onto her shoulders and holds firmly onto her waist.

"Brittany…" Santana looks at Brittany foggily. She smiles weakly with her face flushed.

"You'll be alright, San."

Seleste leads the way to the bathroom. "Let's give her a bath!"

"You're so beautiful…" Santana's voice can be barely heard but they hear her. "Are you my guardian… Angel..?" Then she slips out of reality.

As they get to the bathroom, Seleste pushes Santana onto Brittany and starts the bath running, grabbing the alcohol and other things in the medicine cabinet. "Get her undressed for me!"

Without hesitation, Brittany takes off Santana's clothes quickly.

Mrs. Lopwz just watches Brittany do the unraveling, quickly. "You're good at that!" With her eyes wide open and her eyebrows up in the air.

Brittany looks up and blushes. She doesn't say anything.

"Have you two had sex yet?" She asks the blonde bluntly.

Brittany blushes even more and shakes her furiously while she holds the limp Santana in her arms.

She grins wide and laughs. "Sorry for asking such private questions. Come on, let's get her in the bath."


Hey eyes were still closed, but she can see very faint light outside her lids. Her head hasn't settled its stirring but she feels somewhat rested, although she's still tired. She opens her eyes and tries to clear her vision. The chair underneath her is shaking and she feels as if she's moving forward. Is she that dizzy? Santana needed to get her control on.

"Hey sleepy head!"

She can hear Brittany.

"I feel a bit better, how about you?" Brittany looks behind her to look at the disgruntled Santana.

Santana grumbles and scratches her head. "Why is the world moving around me?"

"Santana," Mama Lopez eyes her daughter through rear view mirror, "We're going home."

Santana shoots her eyes open. "WHAT?" She grabs her head with her hands. The light pierces through her cornea and her head spins more. "I feel so sick, Mama."

"That's why I am taking you three home for the holidays!"

Santana shakes her head hoping it'll help, and it doesn't. It just makes things worse. "Mama, I have work to do…"

"Ai! Santana, I already called your work. Your friend Quinn is nice."

Santana holds steady and squints her eyes. "What..?" She looks at her mother through the rear view mirror. "What does Quinn have to do with anything?"

"She's helping finish your stuff. I need to send her a thank you gift." Seleste glares at her daughter knowing her mini me is unfriendly and guarded towards Quinn. "You need to give her a hug at least!"

Santana just growls underneath her breathe and slumps back into her seat, trying to think of ways to thank Quinn and keep her stomach from churning even more.

"You have something to tell me, Santana?" Seleste asks in a serious tone and just looks dead ahead in front of her. "I saw a bruise on your stomach."

Santana's eyes shot open and everything around her stops.

Brittany looks back in the road ahead of her, ducking her head.

"I already heard Brittany's side of the story. Now, I want to hear yours."

Santana starts formulating a story in her head. She's thinking hard, which rattles her head even more pain.

"Santana Marie Lopez. I will count to three and if I do not hear the story about your bruise, I will make Brittany and Little Santa stay with me from now on."

"OKAY! OKAY! HERE'S WHAT HAPPENED!" Santana screams out holding onto her mother's driver's seat.


When they arrived at Lima, Santana had blurted out the whole story. Seleste just listened and cursed at Kevin. Brittany remained silent knowing that it was her doing but Seleste never blamed her nor did Santana. As for Little Santa, she just slept peacefully.

"This Mike is a real nice guy; I hope to meet him one day." Seleste just simply says as she parks in front of her mansion like house. She grabs Brittany's hand and looks at the blonde. "I welcome you to the Lopez Casa!"

Lopez Casa is situated far from the other homes near the forest covered in white snow. The large estate itself glowed as luxurious and grand, decorated with white, silver and gold to represent the Christmas spirit and the red double doors just added the Christmas cheer. The front yard was rather big and many statues and models of elves, Santa and reindeers took over, not borderlining tacky but just perfect.

Brittany is amazed, she didn't realize Santana was this rich. No wonder money isn't an issue to Santana. "You have a very lovely house, Mrs. Lopez." Brittany's eyes is stuck just staring at the home.

"Mrs. Lopez? Sweety, call me Mama Lopez or Seleste or Mama!" She laughs as she gets out of the car. "Mrs. Lopez just makes me sound like an old, bitchy woman!"

Santana gets out of the car rolling her eyes and opening Brittany's door for her.

"I'll give you something to roll your eyes about, Santana." Seleste warns her daughter.

Brittany laughs at how Santana shuffles in her feet and regains formality. "San, you're so adorable." She smiles at her girl.

Seleste already has the sleeping Little Santa in her arms. "You two hurry and get the bags outta the back! I don't want neither of you getting sicker." She walks up the stairs and unlocks the red double doors going inside.

Santana breathes and sighs. "I'm sorry for this, Brittany." She opens the trunk.

"Wait, what are you sorry for?" Brittany catches Santana's cold, exposed hands and pulls her close to her. She pouts.

Santana ends up looking up at Brittany and being embraced. "That- I- Um…" She can't think. She knows she's blushing. This is like one of those Christmas movies where a guy and a girl stare at each other lovingly in the white snow, about to kiss.

Brittany just looks at Santana, waiting for the smaller girl to answer her.

Santana tip toes up to kiss Brittany's cheek. She goes flat on her feet and smiles. "Okay, I am not sorry that you are here spending the holidays with me."

Brittany smiles and hugs Santana tight.

"Girls, get inside the house. Mama is getting impatient!" An older man's voice can be heard through the double doors.

Brittany let's go and gets most of the bags in front of them.

Santana only brings in two bags the house in her state.

As Brittany suspects, the inside of the house is beautiful as it is outside. Just enough holly, tinsel, Christmas balls and little statues around the area and the place looks like Santa's workshop. It's warm and cozy in here. The double doors led them to a large hall and just a few steps in and it's the living room. A big living room where you can feel the fire warming the house in the fireplace, a nice crystalized chandelier illuminating all spectrums of lights and colors, the aromatic and familiar Christmas tree and its scent, and a man sitting in a divan couch with his feet up holding the happy and awake Little Santa.

He looks up and smiles at Brittany and Santana. "Merry Christmas to you Brittany and my baby." Santana definitely got her smile from her dad.

"Merry Christmas to you too, sir." Brittany smiles nervously and walks towards Santana's dad holding her hand out. Instead of shaking hands, he pulls her in close and hugs her tightly with one arm while the other holds jolly Little Santa. Brittany and the man are almost the same height but he's taller by centimeters. He has greying wavy hair but his eyes remain young and chocolate colored like Santana's. He's a bit darker than Seleste, which is where Santana got her nice skin color from.

"Handshakes are for strangers, and hugs are for family." He smiles and lets the blonde go. "My daughter has taken certain fondness of you, I have heard." He looks over Brittany's shoulder and sees his blushing yet smiling daughter. "Mi amor!"

Santana runs to her dad and hugs him tight. "Papa, I missed you so much!" Santana feels better seeing her dad. She kisses her dads forehead by jumping up. "I hope you've been better!"

"Of course, of course, mija! I'm only fifty-eight you know." He breathes in and smiles. "I have another hundred years left in me!"

Santana looks at Brittany behind and smiles. "Brittany, this is my Papa, Emmanuel Lopez."

"Please, call me Papa Lopez!" He laughs. "I hope you are doing better Brittany." His chocolate eyes meets the blue ocean eyes. "I see why Santana likes you."

Both Brittany and Santana blush and look at different directions.

"Emmanuel, stop harassing Brittany!" Seleste comes into the living room. "Brittany, Santana can show you around. Me and Papa are going to get breakfast ready and feed Little Santana, okay?" She smiles and kisses her husband on the cheek.

"Come on Brittany!" Santana smiles and walks the opposite direction which leads to another hall and three rooms.


One the first floor of the house, there's the grand living room, a huge kitchen, a luxurious dining room, a bathroom, an office and a library, and a movie room. The second floor of the house has four bedrooms, the master bedroom, Sergio's old room, Selena's old room, and a guest bedroom. The top most part is Santana's room, well, it's more like a floor. A short spiral staircase leads to a big room filled with pictures on walls the differentiate in black and white, colored, polaroid, vintage, with many books and magazines in photography. Also there are numerous newspapers scattered neatly in tables and desks. Newspapers, magazines and pictures on top of each other should look messy but instead it defined Santana. There are different types of cameras on display from wall to wall, probably a collection. In an empty corner sat a typewriter, it looks old but sure thing it still worked like it was brand new. The windows in her room viewed the home and Lima just beyond the glass, making a nice lighting in the sunrise that is about to come. Her queen sized bed laid inside in an indent on the floor fit for it. Santana was a spoiled child Brittany can see.

"This is my room, sorry for the clutter." Santana smiles. "Mama will probably have you sleep in the guest bedroom downstairs." She shrugs her shoulders and holds Brittany's hand, leading the blonde inside and closing the door underneath her.

"Wow, your room is so… WOW!" Brittany looks around and looks at Santana.

Santana let's go of Brittany's hand and sits in one of the couch. "Yeah, I just spent my time here." She sighs. "No one ever talked to me and if they did, well…" She looks at the floor and just thinks.

"Hey, don't be sad." Brittany kneels in front of Santana and cups the tan cheeks with her hands. She kisses Santana's lips making sure she leaves and impression.

It's been days since they last kissed. It's just been awkward since Little Santa walked in on them almost doing the deed.

"You're amazing, Santana." Brittany says as she pulls away and lays her forehead against Santana's.

Santana smiles and blushes. "I feel a whole lot better." She hugs Brittany by the neck. "I think it's awesome that you're here, Brittany."

"I know. It's nice having a family again." Brittany smiles and let's a single tear fall from her eyes. It's a bittersweet reality for her at the moment.

"It's wonderful to have you here with me." Santana pulls away from the embrace and looks at Brittany with a genuine smile. She takes Brittany's hands and interlocks their fingers together.

-KNOCK- -KNOCK-

"Ladies, if you're doing anything, please put your clothes back on and have breakfast downstairs." Seleste's voice can be heard through the door on the floor.

"MAMA! We're NOT doing anything!" Santana growls out loud.

Brittany starts to laugh hysterically and yells out, "YOU WOULDN'T WANNA SEE THIS, MAMA LOPEZ!"

"BRITTANY!" Santana stares at Brittany with disbelief.

Brittany let's go of Santana's hands and dashes to the door on the floor.

Santana's instant reaction is to chase the other girl and make her pay. "Get back over here!" She laughs out loud.

"CAREFUL! DON'T FALL DOWN THE STAIRS!" Mama Lopez watches Brittany and Santana play mouse and cat, just chasing each other like they were little girls. It brings joy in her heart singing Santana like this: happy, carefree and young. She's enjoying the inner child she's never seen from her daughter. "It's time to eat! Then rest, both of you!" She calls ahead of her.

Brittany is carefully running down to the first when out of the blue she sees Selena and her bitch face at the first step of the stairs. She slows down her running and starts walking down.

Santana sees Brittany walking down only two steps away from the bottom of the stairs when she pounces on the tall blonde. "Got you!" She feels Brittany stiffen and not play along anymore. "Hey, Britt Britt, what's the matter?"

"Hi sister." Selena says coldly not so much towards Santana but at the sight of Brittany. "Hi, Brittany. Nice to see you again."

Brittany smiles radiantly as if she can't tell Selena doesn't like her. "Hi Selena! Happy holidays to you."

"I'm sure it's a happy holiday to you." She smiles evilly. "So, sleeping over again I see."

"What's your problem, Selena?" Santana gets off of Brittany and walks toward her older sister. "Mama invited her over and I want her here." Santana is challenging her sister.

"No problem, Santanita." She shrugs her shoulders sarcastically. "I can't ask if you guys are having another sleep over?"

"I was invited by Mrs. Lopez for the holidays and I accepted." Brittany says more serious and calmly.

Selena crosses her arms and snorts. "Can't you spend holidays with your family? I mean, you have a baby." She thumbs behind her.

"She's the only family I have left." Brittany smiles. "How about you? I don't see a wedding ring or a man with you either but I see a child." She shrugs. "I guess we're both similar in that department, right?"

Selena's eyes go wide in anger. She rolls her eyes and opens her mouth. "Well, well well! Aren't you a smart-"

"SELENA! Drop the attitude!" Papa Lopez yells out at his eldest.

The three confronting women look at the older man in embarrassment.

"Leave your attitude at the door, Selena. Or you can just leave." Mama Lopez walks down the stairs and stands in between Brittany and Santana and Selena. "I invited her to stay. I don't need your rudeness to ruin the holidays. Your Papa and I didn't raise you like this." She points at Selena and walks towards the kitchen.

Selena huffs and puffs and walks to the kitchen after her Mama in defeat and embarrassment.

Emmanuel walks towards Brittany and Santana. "Santana, can you go to the kitchen and talk to Selena, please?" He gestures towards the kitchen.

Santana looks at Brittany and walks towards the kitchen.

Brittany feels embarrassed at what Selena had said to her and what she had said to Selena.

"Are you okay?" Emmanuel holds Brittany's shoulder and side hugs her tightly. "I'm sorry that Selena attacked you just like that." He sighs. "She's used to protecting Santana since she was a little girl." He slowly leads them to the kitchen. "She's seen how people treated Santana differently and cruelly. Just at the moment, she doesn't want to accept that you treat her like how we treat her." He pulls away from Brittany and looks into her eyes intently. "You treat her with love and respect, like we do; her family." He laughs happily. "Santana is twenty four but she's still the same little girl we've always known and loved." Emmanuel pats Brittany's shoulder. "Thank you for taking care of my, Santanita." He walks into the kitchen and leaves Brittany.

Brittany doesn't know how to make out of the situation. She gets it. Selena hates her because no one's ever been kind to Santana and finally someone has and it happens to be her. She doesn't mind it at all. She can see how wonderful Santana is, like extremely wonderful. It's going to be worth having Selena bitch at her, as long as she's with Santana. Emmanuel Lopez is true and right about what he said, she loves Santana Lopez.


How did the story continue? Bad, good? I hope you guys enjoyed though!