A/N: Hey beautiful readers! Okay, so I know it's not Christmas yet but I wanted to post thing now. It's almost Christmas Eve for me and I know it's Christmas Eve for some of you, so I think this is a good time to post my Christmas chapter! It's my gift to you-most of the chapter is very happy I think so I hope it helps to raise your Christmas or holiday spirit! Love you guys!

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Christmas

Santana hadn't seen Brittany in the week and a half, but they'd texted for over an hour each night. They talked about random things, from new favorite things, to future plans, to memories of high school. They were becoming best friends again, that was for sure.

It was great, getting to talk to Brittany so much, but it wasn't all that Santana craved. She craved more... she wanted to have Brittany as hers eternally and forever.

But now it was Christmas Eve. There was a month left before Brittany and Sam would get married at the end of January, and Brittany hadn't told Santana how much she's sorted out in her mind. Santana hadn't had any more nightmares, which was good, but she still didn't know if her last one had meant anything.

For Christmas Eve, Santana didn't feel much in the spirit. She and Quinn had put up the Christmas tree the day before, and they'd put a few festive things out. Quinn was bummed because she didn't think that Rachel was going to come for the holidays, and Santana was bummed because Brittany would be spending her Christmas with Sam.

It was three in the afternoon when Quinn and Santana decided to get out of the house. They had some Christmas dinner shopping to do, and Santana wanted to buy Brittany a gift even if they wouldn't see each other on the holiday. Quinn drove the both of them to a shopping center. In the center, there was a jewelry store and a grocery store, so it was the perfect location.

They we into the jewelry store first, and Santana looked at all of the different necklaces they had. "What do you think she'd like?"

"S, no one knows that girl like you do," Quinn pointed out. The Latina sighed as she looked at all the necklaces again. Finally, she selected one. It was a golden Christmas tree pendant on a silver chain. On the small pendant, there was a single, pink heart in the center.

"How about this?" Santana asked. Quinn nodded that she thought it would be good. Santana smiled as they made their way to the check out.

"Do you think Sam will wonder where she got it if she wears it?" Quinn asked.

"Q, I don't give a crap what he thinks. He can go to—" Santana was cut off by what she saw behind Quinn.

"What?" Quinn asked. She slowly turned around, and Santana saw her face light up. "Rachel!"

Rachel was standing behind Quinn, beaming. "Quinn!" The blonde grabbed Rachel into a hug, and Rachel closed her eyes in the embrace. Although Santana couldn't imagine why Quinn would like someone like Rachel, she was supportive of them, and she smiled at how cute they were hugging.

"I thought you weren't coming!" Quinn exclaimed when they pulled apart.

"Well, I felt really bad! I wanted to come, so I managed to rake up some extra cash to buy a ticket! Also, Kurt lent me some money," Rachel admitted, smiling. Quinn was beaming at the shorter girl, and Santana smirked in a nice way. Seeing that, Rachel seemed to notice that she was there. "Santana!"

"Hey, hobbit," Santana greeted. "It's been a while since I've seen you."

"Yeah! A year! We talked some... but it's different actually seeing you," Rachel admitted. Santana smirked again.

"Ma'am?" the guy at the checkout asked Santana, who turned around, having not yet realized that it was her turn to pay for her necklace. She quickly purchased the jewelry and had it bagged in a little Christmas bag.

"Is that for Brittany?" Rachel asked as they made they're way out of the store. Santana nodded swiftly. "So... how's that been going?"

"Pretty good. We text all the time and we have um... had more than one... moment."

"You mean, you've kissed more than once?" Rachel confirmed. Santana nodded that that's what she meant. "Well, I'd call that definite progress. So... since we last talked...?"

"When did you guys talk?" Quinn questioned.

"Um, about a week and a half ago..." Santana was getting nervous. The less people who knew about her dreams, the better. Luckily, Rachel knew that Santana wanted to keep it on the lowdown. How she knew, Santana would never know.

"Yeah, she gave me the rundown on how things were going," Rachel said. Quinn nodded.

Before going to the grocery store, the girls stopped at the Lima Bean, which was in the shopping center as well, to grab some hot cocoa and talk. Rachel talked about her job in New York and Quinn told her some things about her job there in Lima. Santana mostly listened as she sipped her cocoa.

If I had Brittany as my girlfriend, here with me, this would be so much easier.

Santana's phone began to ring, and the Latina quickly answered it, not bothering to check the caller ID. "Hello?"

"Hey, Santana," Brittany's voice said. She sounded happy, but behind the happiness, Santana heard something bad. A tone that told her that Brittany had been crying. Over the years, Santana had learned how to tell when Brittany was really happy, and when she didn't want you to know that she'd been crying.

"You've been crying." Santana was in deep thought, so she didn't notice as Rachel and Quinn turned their attention to Santana on the phone.

"Santana..." Brittany seemed to be choking on her words.

"We're all at the Lima Bean, Britt. Do you want to come?" Santana asked sweetly.

"Yes please."

Only ten minutes later, Brittany came into the Lima Bean, wearing a big coat, a scarf, and gloves. She was absolutely adorable. Her cheeks and nose were red from the cold, but her eyes were red too. Santana had been right. Brittany had definitely been crying.

Santana had already taken the liberty of buying Brittany a hot cocoa, and she slid it across the table. Brittany gratefully took a drink, and then she looked at Rachel.

"It's so cool that you could come, Rachel," Brittany forced out. Rachel smiled.

"No offense to Rachel," Santana said quickly, "but Brittany, stop with the small talk. What's wrong? You've been crying."

Brittany nodded. "Sam... well, he was going to spend Christmas with me, you know? Just us... but he got called into a work emergency. It's either skip Christmas or get fired."

Miss Christmas with Britt? That doofus is so stupid. "Oh, Brittany!" Quinn exclaimed. Brittany was pouting, and Santana wished she could kiss it away.

"Have Christmas with us," Santana suggested. "We're about to go to the grocery store to grab food. And Quinn's girlfriend is here so why can't my—oh."

Well, that's awkward. She's not your girlfriend, Santana. She's the love of your life that you secretly kiss and talk to even though she's getting married in a month.

Quinn looked alarm, Rachel looked concerned, but Brittany was smiling and blushing. Leave it to Brittany to get me through such a totally awkward moment. "I'd love to spend Christmas with you. Um— you guys."

Now, Quinn laughed. "Wow. You two need some alone time, huh?" Santana opened her mouth to say something, although she didn't know what. Luckily, Quinn cut her off anyway. "Rachel and I will go shop. You two walk around, spend time with each other."

Brittany and Santana soon found themselves walking down the sidewalk through the shopping center. Santana was holding the little Christmas present, and neither girl was saying anything.

"Santana..."

"Britt, can I give you your Christmas present early?" Santana asked quickly, stopping. Brittany stopped as well, turning towards her, and nodded. Santana smiled softly and handed the blonde the little bag.

Brittany carefully opened it up and pulled out the necklace. "Santana!" Brittany gasped, smiling. "This is beautiful!"

"Will you wear it?" Santana asked hopefully, thinking about what Quinn had said earlier. Brittany was beaming.

"Of course!" the blonde agreed. She turned around and Santana slowly put the necklace around Brittany's neck. Tan hands brushed soft, blonde hair over Brittany's shoulder before latching the chain. Brittany turned around to face Santana, their eyes locking.

Moments later, they found themselves hand in hand. They hadn't kissed, but they were pressed next to each other as they walked down the sidewalk. It was almost five, but it was already getting dark, and it was much below freezing outside. Santana breathed out, seeing her breath in the air.

"Brittany," she whispered softly.

"Mm?"

"Have you... thought...?" Santana couldn't finish. She didn't want to push Brittany, but she found herself with just a month to get this perfect girl back as hers forever.

"Santana..." Brittany narrowed her eyes, and Santana thought that maybe she glimpsed tears in them. "I don't know what to do."

Santana's heart ached. She wanted Brittany as hers, she wanted Sam gone, and she wanted Brittany to be happy. However, she didn't know how well she could succeed in all of these things happening. She knew that Brittany could be happy with her, but if it hurt Brittany so much to have to choose...

I just have to get her to realize that she won't be happy with Sam. Sam has controlled her too much. He's changed her, and Brittany was doubting being with him. To Santana, this was a big red flag reading: DITCH THE FISH, GO BACK TO SANTANA! Brittany was too nice to see that flag, and although Santana loved that about her, she wished that she could see it by now.

The Latina had a month to get Brittany hers again. It might require work, but she was willing to work.

"Britt, you've been thinking about it right?" Santana confirmed. Brittany nodded, tears clearly in her eyes now.

"And Santana... I want to talk to Sam about it, but I don't know how he'll react," Brittany admitted. Santana pursed her lips. She knew how he'd react. He'd tell her to stay away from Santana, that she was only going to make more mistakes. He'd tell Brittany to stop doubting him, and he would promise that he loved her more than anyone.

No. That's not true. If Sam would ever think that, he's even more stupid than I thought.

"If you're seriously thinking about it, he has to know sometime," Santana pointed out. "The sooner the better, I would think. If you tell him on your wedding day, I think it would hurt him much more than soon."

"But what if... what if he says I can't see you anymore? At all?" Brittany asked. She sounded scared.

That was the last straw for Santana. Brittany was scared of Sam. She thought that he could control her. But he couldn't. "Brittany, he can't make you do anything. He shouldn't control you. That's what I'm saying. If you're scared of him doing that, it's not a good relationship."

"But I... I love him... Um..."

"It's okay, baby, it's okay," Santana soothed, stopping them from walking and turning so that she was facing Brittany, their fronts pressed together.

"I don't know if I love him anymore, Santana."

Santana gave her a thoughtful smile. "Only true love lasts Brittany." Then she pressed her lips to Brittany's in a soft kiss.

It didn't matter that Brittany wasn't officially her girlfriend. This was a perfect Christmas Eve.

Since it got dark early, the four of them were all home by 5:30. Quinn cooked a quick Christmas Eve dinner and they sat around the table and ate, talking happily. Brittany was in a very good mood, and just because of that, Santana was in a great mood. Well, and because of things that had happened earlier.

They popped open some Champagne and hung out all Christmas Eve night. At midnight they all cheered and shouted "Merry Christmas!". It almost felt like New Years.

When it was about time to go to sleep, Rachel and Quinn retired to Quinn's room. Santana turned to Brittany. "Do you want me to sleep on the couch or do you want to share the guest bed?"

"I don't want you to sleep on the couch Santana. It's not like we haven't slept in the same bed before," Brittany pointed out, taking the Latina's hand. They both went to the guest bedroom where they changed and slid under the covers.

As they laid there, Santana scooted towards Brittany and wrapped her arms around her. Brittany sighed contently, and Santana smiled. She inhaled and she smelled Brittany's hair, which smelled of vanilla. "I love you Brittany."

"I love you, Santana."

They both drifted off quite quickly, but Santana's mind filled with dreams. Santana was standing by the crowd, just like always. However, Brittany was clearly visible on a platform in the center of the people. They locked eyes, and Santana somehow managed to push through some people. They both made their way towards one another.

When they found each other, Santana took the fair skinned hands. "Brittany." They pressed their soft lips together for a moment and then stared into each other's eyes. As they stared, both so deeply in love, Brittany began to disappear.

Santana could feel her there. The soft skin, the warmth, but she couldn't see her. "Britt?" the Latina asked quickly, nervously.

"Santana, I'm right here," Brittany answered. Santana gulped nervously before she glimpsed Sam behind the invisible Brittany. He was smiling devilishly, the one thing that was barely keeping Brittany away from her.

Santana woke up, scared. This dream meant something, whether or not her other one did. This one meant that Brittany loved her, wanted to be with her, but Sam was still there in her life, keeping them from actually being together.

"Santana?" Brittany mumbled. Somehow, the blonde had known that Santana was uncomfortable. God, I love her.

"Sorry I... I had a bad dream," Santana muttered, pulling away from the girl. Brittany turned around, her eyebrows knitted with concern.

"About what?" she asked softly, bringing a hand to Santana's hair and stroking it gently. This is perfect. Why isn't she mine yet?

"Um..." Santana didn't know what to tell Brittany. "You... and..."

"Sam?" Brittany asked. Her sympathetic expression and stroking hand didn't alter as Santana nodded. "It's okay, baby. I promise."

"But, you're—"

"Santana," Brittany told her firmly, yet thoughtfully. "Sam isn't here. I'm with you on Christmas, okay? Right now, can we forget about him?"

Santana pursed her lips as she searched blue eyes. "I'd rather him really be gone, Britt."

"I... um... Santana, he might be gone soon, okay? So just pretend like he already is, and so will I," Brittany begged. The way she spoke hurt Santana, because she knew that the words Brittany was saying were hurting her.

"Okay..."

He might be gone soon, okay? Might. That was the key word. What if Brittany decided that she couldn't hurt Sam? What if Sam was too much of a jerk to her if she tried? Santana, stop thinking like that. Think on the bright side. It's Christmas, and she's spending it with you. Like she said, forget about Sam.

Now, Brittany wrapped her arms around Santana, and they found themselves pressed together. They stared into one another's eyes before pressing their lips together in a long, slow kiss.

Someone knocked on their door. "Santana? Brittany?" Rachel called.

"Yeah?" Santana called, sounding annoyed.

"Breakfast is ready!" Rachel answered. "Quinn says to hurry up!"

Santana groaned, and Brittany smiled slightly at her. "Come on, baby. It's Christmas." The Latina let the blonde drag her out of bed, out of the room and to where Quinn and Rachel were sitting.

Apparently, they were having apple pie for breakfast, and that was fine with Santana. They all ate in a peaceful science. When Brittany was done, she set her fork down and snuck her hand to Santana's knee, giving it a light squeeze. Santana flashed her a pleased smile.

Quinn finally spoke. "Have you guys... worked anything out...?"

"We're making progress," Brittany answered quickly. Santana nodded in agreement. Quinn nodded swiftly, and Rachel gave them one of her wide smiles. Normally, those smiles bugged the hell out of Santana, but right now she didn't care. Brittany's hand was on her knee, and she was just happy.

The rest of the day was filled with more talking, cooking, and exchanging presents. Brittany had already gotten a present from Santana, but she got a cute pink t-shirt from Rachel and Quinn. Rachel, although she didn't celebrate Christmas, had already received her presents through mail, since no one had been expecting her, and Rachel gave Quinn a beautiful necklace.

Santana didn't really know what to expect as presents. Rachel gave her one first. It was a few chocolate bars, and Santana thanked the shorter girl. Quinn handed her a small box, and when Santana opened it she discovered a twenty dollar bill. That was good too.

There were a few other presents that they gave each other, and then Brittany turned to Santana. "I have a present for you... I'd like to give it to you in private..."

Brittany led Santana back to the guest bedroom. She looked nervous about something, but Santana couldn't tell what.

"Santana," Brittany finally muttered, narrowing her eyes. "I need to talk to you."


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