U is for Unicorn
One would think that it would be simple to get Brittany the Christmas present she had requested this year. Brittany had a tendency to ask for the impossible and sometimes the frankly insane- like her request last year, for Artie to be able to walk. When someone believes in Santa Claus, even at age seventeen, there seemed to be no limit to what they believed possible to obtain for Christmas, which left people like her parents, and more importantly, her girlfriend, Santana, in a fix as they tried to figure out, usually last minute, how to make it happen for her.
And this Christmas, she had asked for a unicorn.
Not a unicorn stuffed animal, not a unicorn t-shirt or poster or slippers, not a unicorn bedset or hat or anything else that Santana could have found somewhere, that may have actually existed. Nothing that money, however much she might have shelled out, could have possibly bought.
A unicorn.A real, life, actual unicorn, complete with a horn. And the more Santana thought about it, the more stressed out she got.
How was she possibly going to get her girl what she was asking for? Yet how was she going to explain to her- for the second year in a row- that Santa Claus couldn't deliver what she apparently wanted most?
It took her over a week of agonizing to herself before she finally came up with a solution. Walking up to her girlfriend after class, she pulled her aside in the hallway and into the choir room by the hand, then sat her down and sat across from her, still holding her hands between hers as she told her the story she had been rehearsing to herself for days.
"Britt…haven't you heard the stories about Santa Claus and the unicorns?"
When Brittany shook her head, her eyes wide and guileless as always, Santana took in a slow breath, trying to make sure that she sounded fully sincere and serious as she continued.
"Well, Santa used to deliver unicorns a lot, back like, in the pilgrim times, when they were running around all over the country. But when we started getting winter and the unicorns didn't like the cold anymore, they started to get cranky. So when Santa would try to round up a reindeer for Christmas for a good boy or girl, the unicorns would get upset because they wanted to be left alone to sleep, plus, they were jealous of all the attention that Santa and his elves were getting. You know how territorial they can be, they're so special they want all eyes on them, right? So when Santa tried to get a unicorn one day, the unicorn was so upset he poked Santa in the butt with his horn. So ever since Santa's been upset and he won't work with unicorns anymore. He's afraid of them. I know it's silly because they're usually so sweet, but I guess you'll just have to find a way to get a unicorn yourself."
Brittany had been listening intently, and as Santana watched her, trying to determine whether she bought it, the blonde sighed, disappointed, but nodded acceptance.
"That's really sad…okay. I guess I can live with just having a stuffed unicorn this Christmas."
But Santana didn't even have time to breathe a sigh of relief before she added, "But St. Patrick's day, I should be able to have one. Because everyone knows the leprechauns and unicorns are best friends…"