FROST

A/N: Let's keep going with the kidling Brittana :) Well, more teeny-bopper Brittana.

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee :(

The two thirteen-year-olds were walking home from school, arms linked. Brittany was laughing at something that she'd thought of, while Santana simply smiled at her best friend. She didn't need to know what Brittany was laughing at, because as long as she was happy, Santana didn't have to worry about where she would hide the bodies of the people who upset her.

"Oh, San, look!"

"What?" she murmured, glancing over to where Britt's mittened hand was pointing.

A perfectly formed icicle was hanging from the branch of a tree in the small park they were passing.

"That looks pretty cool," Santana murmured, allowing Brittany to pull her closer.

"I wonder if squirrels have little moulds that they put out at night so that these icicles can form and look super pretty," Brittany wondered, pulling her mitten off.

"Wait!" Santana grabbed her hand before she touched it. "If there's frost on it, your hand will get stuck, Britt."

"Oh." Brittany pouted. "I wanted to take it home and show Lord Tubbington. He doesn't believe in the magic of science."

"Well, we are just going to have to rectify that," Santana said, her mind already made up. She slid the mitten back onto Brittany's hand and pulled her own off.

"San, no!"

Santana swore under her breath as the ice burned her hand. She gripped the icicle tightly and snapped it off.

"F-Fuck, that's cold," she muttered, wincing.

"You're the best friend in the whole wide world and I love you, Santana Lopez."

Santana felt a flutter in the pit of her stomach. "I l-love you too, Britt. You're my bestest friend."

"Let's get home. I don't want the ice particles to latch onto your skin cells and start burning each one off until you no longer have any skin on your hand."

"What?" Santana squeaked, her eyes going wide.

"That's totally a worst case scenario. But frost bite isn't something to mess around with, Santana. Come on!"

The two thirteen-year-olds ran the remaining four blocks to Brittany's house and every second of pain was worth it when Brittany took care of Santana's hand after they'd got the icicle out of her grasp. While Santana warmed up her hand with a hot water bottle, Brittany repositioned the icicle outside her bedroom window.

"There. Now we get to see it every morning when we wake up."

Santana smiled. Seeing Brittany happy was everything to her.

"I love Christmas time," Brittany hummed, snuggling next to her best friend. "But I like it most of all because it's with you."