A/N: This is a fill for a prompt on the GKM. Enjoy! :)
It's four days before Christmas and you are finally on Winter Break. You're really excited because Winter Break means that you get to spend a lot more time with Santana. You two can have three-night-long sleepovers and you don't have to worry about homework or tests or anything. You can play in the snow and drink hot cocoa and take Haley sledding and do basically anything you could ever want to do.
The break has started off well. You and Santana are cuddled up under a blanket on your couch watching How The Grinch Stole Christmas. It's your favorite Christmas movie and you're happy to be watching it with your favorite girl. Santana absentmindedly runs her hand along your calf as you watch and you can't help but smile at her.
Haley loves The Grinch, too. You told her you were going to start the movie at 2:00 and she said she'd be back in time. You look at the digital clock on the DVD player. It's almost 3:00. Your worry must show on your face because Santana squeezes your leg to get your attention. You turn to her and see that her brows are scrunched up.
"What's wrong?" she asks.
The front door swings open before you get the chance to answer. It slams shut a few seconds later, but you don't hear any movement.
"Hello?" you call out into the house. The faint sound of someone sniffling makes you get off the couch and walk towards the door. Santana follows close behind you.
You reach the hallway and see Haley, still dressed up in all her snow attire, hiccupping and wiping tears from under her eyes.
"Oh, honey," you coo. It makes her cry harder.
You kneel in front of her and wrap your arms around her body. She holds you tight as she cries into your shoulder.
"What happened, sweetie?" Santana asks. She looks almost heartbroken as she toys with the ends of Haley's hair.
"Th-th-they," Haley tries. You hate hearing her like this.
The three of you stay there by the door like that for a few minutes as Haley calms down. She lifts her head from your shoulder. Her eyes are puffy and red as are her cheeks. You run your thumbs under her eyes, wiping away the last trace of tears.
"Did something happen, Haley?" Santana tries again in the sweet voice that's usually reserved for you.
Haley sniffles and whimpers a bit before looking up at Santana. "I-I was at the park. A-and these girls made fun of m-me."
Though you're not even touching, you swear you can feel Santana tense up.
"What did they do?" she asks, her voice tight.
Haley's mouth turns down in a frown as she recalls what happened. "Th-they said my hat was stupid!"
You look at her hat. She's wearing the new ski hat your parents bought her for her birthday two weeks ago. It makes it look like she's wearing a panda's head on her scalp and she looks so adorable in it. It makes her look younger, you think. Maybe that's why those girls were making fun of her.
You look over at Santana who seems to be desperately trying to keep her cool in front of Haley. Her lips are pressed together tightly and her arms are crossed over her chest. You see her jaw clench as Haley starts to whimper again.
"Honey," you say again as you wipe at your sister's new tears. "Why don't you go lie down? I'll bring you some cocoa."
Haley nods and whimpers out an "okay" before she heads up to her room. You sigh as you watch her go. You look back to Santana. She's still standing in the same spot, clenching and unclenching her jaw. You walk over to her, a small, sad smile playing on your lips.
"You're going to hurt yourself if you keep doing that," you warn as you rub your hands up and down her arms. She clenches her jaw harder.
"How can they—How can—" she lets a puff of air through her nose. "Stupid fucking girls."
"Hey," you chastise as you lightly squeeze her arms. "It's not any better if you say that word."
"I know," she agrees as she rolls her eyes and pouts. "It's just… People shouldn't be talking to your sister like that."
You nod. "Yeah, that was pretty mean of those girls. Haley loves that hat."
"I mean, do they not know who Haley's big sister is dating," Santana goes on, seeming to have not even heard what you just said. "Because they should know that I will go all Lima Heights on their scrawny little—"
"Hey," you chastise again, this time with a laugh. You don't want her to talk badly about little kids, even if they are mean brats.
You look at Santana—really look at her. She's amazing. You love how much she cares about Haley. You love how she's so ready to protect her. It makes you feel dizzy, like butterflies are dancing around in your belly. You almost feel like you can't breathe right. You hope she knows how much you love and appreciate her.
You kiss her right in between her eyes. She grumbles, not yet ready to stop being upset. You giggle. "Come on," you plead before pecking the tip of her nose and then her cheek. You feel her start to smile. She wraps her hands around your waist and your soft kisses reach her lips. She hums into your mouth as you deepen the kiss. It feels so nice. The butterflies are really dancing in your belly now. They're even starting to move lower.
Santana breaks the kiss, looking you in your eyes. You smile, hoping it conveys every feeling you have for her.
"I'll go make her cocoa," she says before pecking your cheek. "I know just how she likes it."
The butterflies dance around even more as you watch her disappear into the kitchen. You can't recall Santana ever having made something for someone other than yourself. You watch as she puts extreme care into every part of the cocoa making process. She smiles at you as she heads towards the stairs. You hold your hand over your heart and try not to cry at how sweet this whole thing is. You wish everyone at school could see this Santana.
You're back on the couch when Santana returns. She gives you a soft peck on your lips before settling in between your legs.
"Did she like the cocoa?" you ask.
"She was asleep," she replies. You can hear the smile in her voice. "I left it on her nightstand. I'm sure she'll love it, though; It's perfect. I even taste-tested it."
You smile at that as you settle into the couch further. Suddenly, you worry that Santana doesn't know how much this means to you—and Haley.
"Come here," you say as you attempt to turn her body. "Look at me."
She readjusts herself, her smile faltering when she sees how serious your face is. You hate that. You don't want her to think something's wrong.
"Thank you so much for today, Santana," you say, your voice almost breaking as you speak. "Everything you've done… It means so much to me. To Haley, too, I'm sure."
"Britt," she coos, bringing a hand up to cup your cheek. "I haven't even done anything."
But that's just it. She doesn't even realize how much she's done, how great she's been. You shake your head as you fight tears. You know that nothing you say will convince her that she's been amazing so you decide to show her.
You lean forward, capturing her bottom lip between your own. You deepen the kiss almost immediately, needing to show her how you feel. She moans into your mouth and readjusts your bodies so that you are lying flat on the couch. You run your hands down her side and up the back of her shirt.
"Woah, Britt," she says, pulling away as she realizes where this is going, "Haley's right upstairs!"
You move your mouth to her earlobe, lightly flicking it with your tongue. She releases a breath she must have been holding.
"She's sleeping," you remind her as you unbutton her shorts. "She won't hear us."
You have one hand down her shorts before she has the chance to say anything else. You look into her eyes as you slip your hand under the elastic of her underwear. Your fingers easily find her clit; she's already so wet. You move your fingers in circles, delighting in the way she releases shaky breaths and arches her back.
She comes quickly with her head tossed back and a sated grin on her face. You pull your hand out of her shorts as she moves to settle her head on your chest.
"I love you," you whisper into her hair. "So much."
"Mmmm," she hums, sounding tired. "I love you too, Britt.
You let your eyes drift closed as Santana snuggles further into your chest. The butterflies are still dancing in your belly as sleep overtakes you.
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