J is for Jolly
Sure, Christmas season was supposed to be about love and peace and joy and good will to mankind and all the rest of those things that Santana found not only very difficult to actually follow through with, even when she was genuinely trying. Most of the time she did want those things in her life, and did want to show them in her character. Sometimes she succeeded, sometimes she didn't. But Rachel Berry and her ideas of how and most especially WHEN to show Christmas spirit was entirely too much for her to swallow sometimes.
Especially when she decided to blast Christmas music while on her elliptical, first thing in the morning on a Saturday, while singing along the entire time.
"BERRY!" Santana nearly screeched from behind her curtain, not bothering to remove her pillow from off of her head to do so. "If you don't shut the hell up and shut that shit off right now, I swear I'll go deck your halls myself straight into New Year!"
"That doesn't even make any sense, Santana," was Rachel's reasonable reply, called out loudly over the sound of "Feliz Navidad," aka one of the top five most annoying Christmas songs of all time- and the one Rachel seemed to think that Santana most liked, simply by the fact that she was Hispanic. "Even if you were to hit me very hard, you would never cause me to travel forward in time by the force of your blow, and truly, I have never seen you really cause considerable damage or even many bruises when you hit, generally when you're that angry someone comes to hold you back before-"
"AIN'T NO ONE GONNA HOLD ME BACK NOW, BERRY, RIGHT, HUMMEL?" she hollered back, and when she heard a sleepy affirmative from Kurt, she even went so far as to sit up in her bed. "I'm giving you five seconds to throw out the jolly. Five, four, three-"
As she heard the music shut off, and Rachel calling out something about someone being a Grinch, Santana buried her face back beneath her pillow, picturing Rachel being buried under an avalanche of Christmas trees. Would totally serve her right. Was it possible to at least make an arrangement for her to be smothered with wrapping paper in her sleep tonight?