Christmas

"Shhh!" Quinn said, smiling as she tiptoed back into the living room with a bowl of grapes. "Are you okay?"

"Paper cut," Santana grumbled quietly.

"I'm impressed you've only gotten one," Quinn said, glancing at the six empty wrapping paper tubes.

It was their first Christmas with their son, Kevin, and their daughter, Zara. The adoption process had been a long emotional rollercoaster, and the two women were determined to make their first family Christmas a memorable one. Thus, it couldn't be said that they'd gone overboard with presents, because at this point "overboard" was just a distant glimmer in the past. They had, in fact, gone so far overboard that, according to some theories of space/time logic, they were back on board again.

"That's the last one," Santana said, scooting over to sit next to Quinn on the couch.

"Good. I fear we may be spoiling them."

"Just maybe…" Santana said with a smirk. She wrapped the blanket around them and gave Quinn a kiss. "Merry Christmas, Q."

"You too, S."