GINGERBREAD

A/N: Back to kidlingville.,,

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee :(

Santana huffed in annoyance and glared at the mess of ingredients in front of her.

"Mija, what-" Her mother stopped mid-sentence and stared with wide eyes at the state of her kitchen.

"Don't be mad, please!" Santana asked desperately.

"Santana, why does my kitchen look like a flour bomb has hit it?"

"Because I suck at baking stuff," Santana replied sullenly.

"What are you trying to bake?"

Santana frowned and mumbled her response. Her mother arched a brow. There was only one reason that her daughter would get so invested in something.

"What was that?"

"A gingerbread house!" Santana cried, her hands clenching into fists. "Stupid Rachel Berry told Britt that her dads make the best gingerbread house and now that's all she talks about! B-But I can make gingerbread too!"

Maribel bit her lip to stop the smile creeping onto her face. Her none-year-old was too much sometimes.

"Well, what's the problem, then?"

Santana's watery eyes narrowed into a glare that her mother was becoming all too familiar with. Her grandmother had taught her well.

"Because I can't make a stupid gingerbread house! I suck at it! I can't make a gingerbread house so Brittany won't want to be my friend anymore! She'll be best friends with Berry and I'll lose her forever!"

"Oh, mija. Brittany is your best friend and that won't change just because Rachel makes a better gingerbread house than you."

"But I want to be the best!" Santana almost shouted.

Here we go…

"Life is not about being the best, Santana. It's about making the right decisions and surrounding yourself with people who love you and respect you. Brittany loves you, right?"

"Yeah," the nine-year-old mumbled.

"And you love her."

"But I can't make a gingerbread house!"

"Does Brittany even like gingerbread?"

Santana blinked. She didn't know the answer to that.

"You know what she likes. So, what does she like?"

"Chocolate. She like chocolate cake the best."

"Alright, so why don't you try and make her a chocolate cake house? Or maybe a chocolate biscuit house?"

Santana's eyes sparkled with ideas and she looked sheepishly up at her mother. "Will you help me?"

"All you need to do is ask, mija. Now, what kind of house are we going to make your Brittany?"

When Brittany came over later, she told Santana that it was a million times better than any gingerbread house. She stared at it for ages, even designating rooms for the members of their families. Naturally, the two of them got the room at the very top of the house, which Brittany kept for days afterwards.

A/N: Not a fan of gingerbread myself, but I accept that it's tradition :)