Just wanted to thank everyone for a wonderful journey. This Christmas fic has been quite an experience. One, I'm not so sure I would repeat because it is freaking hard to write a chapter and update daily. Mad respect to anyone who does this.

I never thought so many people would read, review, or genuinely enjoy DJ Snowflake & Scrooge since it was a crazy idea. THANK YOU! It's been amazing to get so much feedback.

Once again, this wouldn't have been possible without Whitney's brainstorming, ideas, posters, and edits. And I would have NEVER come close to posting daily without my girlfriend, Gab, editing chapters and revisions on the fly every day and night.

Happy any Holiday you celebrate! Hope you all enjoy it. :D

(Sorry the post came late. I had a little too much fun with Christmas booze, fireworks, and my cousins yesterday.)

-Kell

DJ Snowflake and Scrooge

December 25
Christmas
12:00 am

"MERRY CHRISTMAS!"

Applause, jingle bells, choirs, and trumpets blasted on recorded sound tracks. Brittany paused for a second to let the enormity of the moment sink in for anyone still listening to the radio.

There were parts of the world already celebrating their Christmas mornings, but at this moment, it only mattered that it was officially Christmas morning here in Midtown. It was hard to let her poor mood affect her in this moment. It was Christmas. There would be children trying to sleep, Christmas lullabies sung, parents frantically wrapping gifts, and spouses trying to wrap gifts for their significant others in secrecy. Hopeful magic infused the entire season.

"Merry Christmas!" Brittany shouted again but with a little less enthusiasm. She was grateful for the times she had practiced shouting Merry Christmas throughout the month. "Let's get ready for Santa, family, and the best time of the year! I hope you're with loved ones and you're enjoying the anticipation of Christmas morning. Don't forget who's been bringing you holiday cheer all season long. You are rocking into December 25th with DJ Snowflake on WMHS 97.3!"

Have yourself a merry little Christmas
May your heart by light
From now on, our troubles will be out of sight

Brittany spun listlessly in her chair. Red lights erupted all over her dash. When she had originally planned the show with Holly, Brittany had wanted to take calls and broadcast callers wishing each other Merry Christmas, but Brittany hadn't taken a call on the air since the possibility that one of those callers could be Scrooge ended.

She spun and spun in her chair. Strings of snowflakes and garland around the booth created a blend of Christmas colors around her, but it was hard to feel excited when her heart wasn't in it.

Have yourself a merry little Christmas
Make the Yuletide gay
From now on your trouble will be miles away

The bells in her reindeer headband jingled like light accompaniment to the song. The red lights continued to flash in beats. Brittany stopped spinning and puffed her cheeks out. She checked over her board and fiddled with the sound. She took a bite from one of the cookies Holly had left her and sipped at her cup of hot chocolate.

But 'til then we'll have to muddle through somehow
And have yourself a merry little Christmas now

As the song faded out, Brittany turned her mic back on. The red lights for callers had only increased in the past few minutes. It was hard to continue ignoring them, but she didn't trust herself to be the DJ Snowflake Holly needed her to be tonight on the phone.

"That was Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas and I can't think of a song more appropriate to start this Christmas morning. We're about to get into an extra-long block of Rachel Berry songs from her first album. I just wanted to remind everyone listening that I will not be taking requests tonig-"

The sound of the door opening in the studio was distinct. It changed the air in the room. Brittany couldn't believe Holly didn't trust her. She had been behaving herself. Brittany prepared the next song to start the moment she stopped talking.

Brittany spun her chair once more so she could meet Holly's eyes, but it wasn't Holly at the door. "-tonig-."

There were only three times Brittany had been at a loss for words on air. Every single time had been because of the woman standing at the door. Santana stood at the sound booth door in a long coat, a short black dress, and heels. Her dark eyes reflected the thousands of different emotions Brittany felt. It couldn't be real. Santana couldn't be here. Brittany must have eaten some of Holly's special cookies. It couldn't be Santana, but when Brittany saw the long red scarf around her neck, the same red scarf Brittany wrapped around Santana's neck as part of her Scrooge disguise, Brittany whispered. "Santana?"

"Hi." Santana said first like Brittany did to her numerous times.

Brittany forgot she was still on the air.

"Hey." Brittany barely completed a greeting that had become natural to them.

"I-" Santana immediately tried to explain, to apologize; but she had always been the worst at expressing her feelings. It had never been easy and it was much harder to admit when she had been an idiot. She had practiced what she wanted to say the entire drive back to Midtown. But standing her in front of Brittany, all the words she had practiced escaped her memory.

"What are you doing here?" Brittany asked. She still couldn't believe Santana was back in town, but that she stood here in the WMHS 97.3 studio. "You're supposed to be in New York."

Santana breathed. She had already abandoned her job, left New York and gotten lost six times using Sugar's awful directions and that stupid map. What was she waiting for?

"I heard over the radio that you weren't taking any song requests tonight. I thought maybe you'd make an exception if I called in, but you didn't pick up your phone lines either. So I came here to personally make a request."

Santana didn't apologize with the word sorry, but Brittany heard sincerity in her every word. Brittany remembered when Mercedes had remarked Santana only functioned in intensity, but Brittany had known then, Santana hid sides of softness, sides of vulnerability, and sides of passion. Even now when Santana couldn't find the words, she showed those sides.

"You told me that you would never ever make a song request on my show." Brittany's eyes revealed the slightest hint of memories and curiosity. The DJ pushed the headset back from her ears. She didn't want one word uttered from Santana's lips to be muffled. Again, Brittany forgot to turn off her mic. It picked up and played live every noise in the sound booth.

Santana tilted her head at Brittany's tone. Her heart skipped as she saw the light in Brittany's eyes brighten and her voice bounce with subtle playfulness. "And I meant it. I will never ask you for a song request, not as Scrooge." Santana stepped into the studio. The door closed behind her. "You asked me once what I wanted for Christmas and I finally have an answer. I haven't wanted or asked for anything for Christmas since I was twelve, but this year…I can't stop thinking about one thing." Santana took another step forward and gazed straight into Brittany's eyes.

"And all I want for Christmas is you, Brittany Pierce." Santana's voice wrapped around Brittany's name like secret hope. She only learned Brittany's last name a few days ago, but since Doris had informed Santana that she had spent the night with Brittany Pierce, she had repeated Brittany's full name silently for days.

"I'm not requesting a song as Scrooge, but as Santana. Could you play All I Want for Christmas is You by Mariah Carey?"

Brittany could hardly believe what Santana said. Brittany tried to keep it cool, but it was hard to ignore the feeling produced by Santana's confession. The only thing Santana wanted for Christmas was Brittany. Every word made her heart beat faster and her cheeks flush.

But Santana had stood Brittany up and left with barely an excuse and even if Santana had completely captured every inch of her heart, Brittany had no intention of making it any easier for Santana. She smiled and leaned back in her chair.

"All I Want for Christmas is You? I don't know that song." Brittany deadpanned with absolute certainty.

Santana narrowed her eyes. "You're a Christmas only radio show host and you don't know All I Want for Christmas is You? You've got to be kidding me."

"Nope." Brittany shook her head. "Never heard it before, but maybe if you could sing a line or two I might recognize it."

"I'm not going to sin-" Santana stopped arguing with Brittany. Brittany's bright blue eyes sparkled with amusement and satisfaction. Brittany was teasing her. Santana quirked her mouth and flashed a toothy smirk as she realized Brittany's game. She bit her bottom lip and took another step forward into the room. "So if I sing a few lines, you might recognize the song?"

"I think it's worth a try. That is, if you're serious about your song request and what you want for Christmas."

Santana swallowed hard and glanced around at their surroundings. They were alone. There was no music. It was just the two of them. What did she have to lose? And if singing a few lines from a song was enough to get even just a few hours with Brittany, she would sing any song.

She took a deep breath.

I don't want a lot for Christmas
There is just one thing I need

Santana's voice started light and soft unlike when she had belted out every carol to show off in front of Brittany. She knew all the words to the song, but she sang as if she was unsure of herself.

I don't care about the presents
Underneath the Christmas tree

As Santana sang, her voice grew in confidence and strength until she hit the refrain. Her coat felt heavy; the scarf restricted her throat. She had long since warmed up in the sound booth. She felt compelled to strip away layers, both physically and emotionally. Santana took another step forward. She loosened the buttons of her coat; it dropped to the floor.

I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know

Brittany clenched her stomach as Santana approached closer and closer. Her eyes roved up and down Santana's outfit. Wow. Brittany dug her ass into the back of the chair and tried not to think about how incredibly amazing and sexy Santana looked. If Santana wanted to recreate their moment in the Hummel's parking lot, she was succeeding. Brittany barely understood the words of the song. She read Santana's sincerity in her eyes. She witnessed Santana's apology as she shed her coat. She felt Santana's desire with body language. Brittany counted the steps between them. She wanted nothing more than to close the distance, but Santana's voice, like a siren's, urged her to remain seated.

Santana stepped into her chair. Her legs brushed against Brittany's jeans. Brittany shivered. Santana leaned over her. Her fingers wrapped around the right arm of her chair. Her nails purposely dragged down her forearm. Dark ringlets of hair hovered over Brittany's chest and tickled the side of her neck.

Santana leaned in. The back of Brittany's chair pushed back against the soundboard as Santana pressed all the way into her body. Brittany turned her head as Santana's soft lips caressed and intimately kissed the back of ear.

"Make my wish come true. All I want for Christmas is you, Brittany."

Santana whispered the final part of the verse as if they were her own words and not lyrics. The effect was more powerful. Brittany shuddered and moaned. "Jingle bel-" Santana cupped her chin and stopped her swearing with a full kiss. Brittany's entire body thrummed with Santana's deep throaty voice and Santana's body pressed completely to hers. She closed her eyes and kissed her back.

But Santana pulled back.

Confused, Brittany looked up as if to ask why they stopped.

Santana ran her index finger underneath Brittany's jaw. Her thumb casually brushed over Brittany's lips. Brittany moaned again. Santana shook her head with a teasing smirk. "Britt, you're going to want to put on my song request now and queue your list because you're going to be a little preoccupied for the next twenty or so songs."

At first, Brittany didn't understand, but she remembered the headset she had discarded. She whipped around and picked up her headset. The mic was still on. "Umm- so here's Mariah Carey singing All I Want for Christmas is You. I will start taking requests as soon as –" Santana's hand twirled the wire attached to the headset around on her finger. Brittany bit her bottom lip. Santana brushed aside Brittany's hair and trailed a soft line of kisses down her neck. Brittany tilted her head and bit her bottom lip to prevent herself from moaning directly into the mic. Her voice hitched. "- I welcome Scrooge back to town. You're listening to DJ Snowflake on WMHS 97.3."

Brittany made sure she shut the mic off this time. The song started playing over the broadcast. Santana pushed the headset off Brittany's head. Her nails ran through thick blonde hair. Santana pushed off the reindeer headband. Brittany allowed herself another second of Santana's teasing before she spun in her chair. Her hands held onto either side of Santana's hips.

A small gasp escaped Santana's mouth, but she tilted her head down. Her eyes smoldered with desire – more than when she sang the song. Without breaking eye contact, Santana reached down her body, purposely running her fingers over Brittany's hands on her hips. Santana went past Brittany to the hem of her dress. She bunched the material in her hands and lifted. Without the mic or her headset on, Brittany released an uninhibited moan as Santana straddled either side of her.

Santana's hands wrapped around Brittany's neck as she settled directly into Brittany's lap.

"You know –" Santana breathed the words. "- I had a dream about you, but this is so much better."

Brittany smirked and licked her lips. Her fingers danced down Santana's hips, underneath the bunched material of Santana's dress. They wrapped around Santana's inner thighs and danced beneath the black material. Santana arched her back at the feel of Brittany's hands.

"And what did I do to you in this dream?" Brittany asked. Each word she punctuated by running her nails further up between Santana's spread legs.

Santana rolled her hips forward. She cupped the sides of Brittany's face, leaned forward, and pressed her mouth against Brittany. They kissed her hard. The swivel chair rocked back and forth, but Santana wasn't concerned. She opened her mouth and ran her tongue along Brittany's lip before giving her a little bite. She pulled back and met Brittany's eyes. With a smirk, she whispered in heavy breaths. "Let me show you."

At Hummel's Bed and Breakfast, Kurt uncorked a bottle of wine and poured a glass for his father. They sat in front of a brilliant fire in the parlor. Kurt smiled and turned the radio up. "I told you it was better than my shows."

At Holly's family party, five aunts, three grandmothers, eleven cousins, and seven grandchildren gathered around the radio. They laughed and toasted each other, DJ Snowflake and Scrooge, Holly, and each other again. Holly's great aunt came up to her with a smirk. "What do you think they are doing over there? I bet you it's not FCC regulated."

"If I know my girl, Brittany, it's most certainly not FCC approved." Holly said with pride. "Maybe that Puckerman's Pool Cleaning Service place can do the sound booth too."

"OHMYGOD! OH MY GOD! MY FEELS! THEY LOVE EACH OTHER!" The lights at Roz's Golden Pump flicked on and off. The light sign brightening and dimmed to the same beat as the song on the radio. She tried calling Sam Evans.

But across town, Sam sat in front of his radio with his girlfriend, Mercedes, right next to him. The radio softly played in the background. Santana's best friend shook her head softly. "Took her long enough. She's so difficult." She turned to Sam. "Thank you for inviting me to listen."

"I just wanted to make sure you didn't miss it." Sam admitted. He paused and decided if he wanted to ask the next question. "Hey, Mercedes, do you think I could ask Santana to autograph my DJ Snowflake and Scrooge t-shirt?"

Mercedes didn't know if she wanted to kick him back down to the couch or kiss him for being so wonderful. "Why don't you ask Santana the next time you see her?"

It would be more entertaining to see Santana's reaction anyway.

7:15 am

"No, not that button." Brittany laughed into Santana's ear. She wrapped her arm around Santana's bare waist and pointed to another switch on the dashboard.

Santana wiggled in Brittany's lap and leaned over the sound board to press the button Brittany wanted her to touch. She noticed all the blinking red lights to the right side of Brittany's booth. "What are all of these?"

"Those are all the callers we've been ignoring since we started welcoming you back." Brittany said with a smile. Her fingers danced along Santana's stomach. The woman in her lap responded by leaning back into Brittany's check. Brittany moaned at the feel of Santana's backside pressed against her naked chest. Brittany's other hand reached around and pulled the blanket she had found in the Holly's closet around them tighter.

Santana smirked. "So we probably shouldn't keep them waiting. Maybe we should at least let your listeners know you're alive and okay."

"I'm alive, but –" Brittany's legs shifted as she remembered Santana's hands and mouth all over her body. "-I'm definitely not okay." Brittany's eyes fell on the discarded headset and she had a brilliant idea. "How about you tell them?"

Brittany reached over Santana's body and grabbed the headset. She placed it over Santana's head.

"What are you doing?" Santana reached up and touched the headset.

"It's easy. You're already a radio personality. Just say whatever you want and it will be perfect and I'll play the next song."

"Bu-"

"I'm sure there's some way I can convince you to do it." Brittany kissed down the side of Santana's neck. Brittany whispered underneath Santana's ear. "You look really hot with these on."

Santana softly moaned and conceded. "Fine."

"Okay so when you're ready, flip this switch and just talk like you normally would when you call into the station." Brittany pressed a few other buttons and redid a few of the songs coming up. "And go."

Santana took a deep breath, flipped the switch and turned half way around in Brittany's lap so she could see Brittany's bright blue eyes. With all of Brittany's confidence and swagger, Santana spoke into the mic. "This is Scrooge broadcasting live with DJ Snowflake. We just wanted to wish everyone a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!

Brittany leaned into the mic and added. "Thank you for making WMHS 97.3 your one and only Christmas radio station. Merry Christmas!"

End