So here it is. My final week in Ohio, and with the New Directions. Even though I'm looking forward to going home and seeing my family again, I feel as if I don't want to leave. I thought that, at the end, I would perform a number for the New Directions to say goodbye, even though it will probably be one of the hardest things for me to do. And I also need to get something for Sunshine and Mrs Corazon to say thank you for having me.

Not to mention getting something to bring back for Mum, Dad and Tessa.

But even though the fact that I'm leaving at the end of this week should make me sad, something fails to put a damper on my mood. And that something is the start of December. Christmas time.

We're in the choir room, having decided to put up a Christmas tree, which we are now decorating. While singing, which I think is pretty cool. 'The Most Wonderful Day Of The Year' is one of my favourite Christmas songs, as it was on a Christmas CD that Tess and I used to listen to when decorating our tree at home. Even the band is wearing Christmas jerseys and hats.

Mr Schue arrives in the choir room just as the song finishes, and asks where everything here came from. Finn says that the tree was found on the side of the road, the box of decorations was brought in by Santana, and the presents were empty boxes wrapped up, stolen from the display at the mall by Puck.

"This isn't what Christmas is supposed to be about." Mr Schue tells us. "It's about being grateful for the things you did. And this year, we're going to go from classroom to classroom, singing carols."

"Classroom to classroom?" Tina asks, sounding wary.

"We're going to be killed." Quinn says.

Finn, however, is adamant, and Mr Schue agrees with him. "This year, Glee club is going full Santa! And Angel," he says, turning to me, "this is your last week here. Let's make it special."

I smile and nod, even though a part of me is thinking that singing carols around the school is going to turn out anything but special.

It turns out just as I predicted. We make like true carol singers, swaying from side to side and everything, but the other students heckle us, like I thought they would.

"You suck!"

"Who goes carolling with a band?"

"I'd seriously rather be learning."

"You're making me hate Christmas!"

Only three verses into the chorus, and the teacher throws her shoe at us. It hits the drum kit, bringing an abrupt stop to the carolling. We rush out of the classroom, the students yelling abuse at us.

So much for spreading Christmas cheer.

"I can't believe the teacher let her students speak to us like that." Rachel says angrily, taking her coat off.

"I can't believe she threw a shoe at us." Puck comments, looking downcast.

"Angel, I'm really sorry. This isn't a great start to your last week here." Tina says, patting me on the shoulder comfortingly.

I shrug. "It's OK. I wasn't expecting them to start smiling and throwing candy at us, but then again, I guess we're pretty dysfunctional, too."

Finn again, states that we should keep our heads up, and not let this get us down, which I agree with.

"I asked Santa Claus this year for the glee club to stop getting picked on." Brittany states, turning away to hang up a stocking.

We glance at each other in confusion, when Artie mutters, "Guys, this is serious. Listen up." Gathering in a circle round him, with the exception of Brittany, we listen to what he has to say.

"Brittany still believes in Santa Claus." he says. My eyes widen with surprise. Surely he can't be serious. The other glee members seem to think so, too. Lauren decides that Puck should tell her Santa isn't real, but Puck disagrees. "I'm cruel and all, but that's just hardcore."

"I was about eleven, when I discovered Santa isn't real, and I never got over the initial shock of finding out that my parents had been lying to me about his existence." I explain. "But this is something else."

Artie, however, has the idea that we should keep Brittany believing in Santa, just for a little while longer. I can't understand the reason behind it, but I think that he just wants to make her happy.

Which is the reason why, today after school, we're standing in the queue for 'Santa's Land', along with little kids who want to go and see Santa. I have absolutely no idea why I agreed to do this, because in normal circumstances, unless I got a couple of free candy canes, I'd be out of here.

Quinn, too, is in doubt. "Do we have to sit on Santa's lap? Santa's laps are always really warm, and it's creepy."

"Yeah." I agree. "Santa is also not a good role model for younger kids. For a start, he drinks beer and drives his sleigh straight afterwards. That is not something to be proud of."

Artie doesn't listen to us, and gestures to Mercedes to go first. Mercedes rolls her eyes, but does so. Brittany bounces up and down with excitement. I walk over to where Brittany is standing.

"So Angel, which one of Santa's reindeer is you favourite?" Brittany asks happily. "Besides Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer."

"Erm..." I think for a moment before answering, wanting to humour her. "Donner. Because he's always rocking out to Jingle Bells, which anyone knows is his favourite song." Brittany laughs. "What about you?"

"Dancer, because he loves to dance. And so do I, I danced at Sectionals with Mike and we won."

"So we did." I agree, watching the line to see whose turn it is to go and see Santa. As each member has their turn, they ask for random, different things. Sam wants Chapstick, Mike wants Channing Tatum to stop being in stuff, and Tina wants to know when Asian Santa is going to arrive.

My turn now. Oh, great. What the hell am I going to ask for?

I sit on his lap, hearing a cheerful, 'Ho ho ho." May as well get straight to it, I decide.

"Hey Santa, for Christmas, I need a big favour. Can you please bring me a new make-up bag, preferably from Strawberry Net, though I'm not too fussed about the brand. And some make-up inside would be a double bonus, so that I can give my sister my old stuff, as she hardly has any." I finish. The guy nods at me. "Cheers, mate." I get off his lap and hurry over to the rest of the New Directions.

Then it's Brittany's turn.

We all watch with bated breath, as she sits on Santa's lap. "I know you're really busy, so, I only want one thing for Christmas. Do you see my boyfriend over there?" She points towards Artie, who smiles and waves at her. "I want him to be able to walk."

Woah. This is not what we were expecting.

Artie looks stunned. As do the rest of us.

"You can do that, can't you, Santa?" Brittany asks. After a long pause, Santa answers.

"Sure. I'm on it."

"Now we're screwed." Artie says, as Brittany gives Santa a hug.

Hmm. Make that an understatement!

That evening, Sunshine and I give Mrs Corazon a hand at putting up the Christmas tree, in the living room. I stand on a chair, trying not to stack it into the tree, and manage to fix the large silver star on top. Sunshine puts the Christmas wreath on the door and drapes tinsel around the branches, and Mrs Corazon alternates between hanging lights on the tree and taking photos of us decorating the tree. It looks really good when it's finished.

"At our house, our tree wouldn't even be up yet, even though every year I try to persuade my parents to put it up earlier." I comment, standing back to get a good view.

Mrs Corazon smiles at me. "Are you happy to be going back home?"

I nod. "I am, but at the same time, it's quite sad, really. Saying goodbye to both of you, and everyone in the glee club is going to be really hard."

Sunshine nods, sympathetically. "It will be hard, but it's not like you can never keep in touch with us again. We have Facebook, remember?"

I smile. "Yeah, we do."

Together, we stand back to survey the tree, the coloured lights glinting magnificently, lighting up the tree, with the silver star shining on top.