Quinn knocked on the door and glanced at Santana who hadn't said a word the whole way over. "Are you okay?"

Santana automatically nodded.

The blonde turned all the way around, "It's just Brittany."

At the sound of the name, Santana turned and started to walk away, but just as she turned, the door opened. Puck smiled at both of them, "Thank God you're here. Rachel, Brittany, and their friend have been talking about nothing but musical…stuff and our parents have done nothing but argue about where to put the menorah."

"Thanks for inviting us," Quinn said for both of them and pulled Santana in by her sleeve.

Santana gave Puck a nervous smile before following Quinn to the kitchen. There they ran into Puck's mom who eyed Santana. She was a little nervous because last time she saw Puck's mom she was sneaking out of his room in the middle of the night. However, Santana was surprised with a smile and a polite hug from her.

Then Quinn said a ridiculously awkward hello to her before leading Santana into the living room.

When they stepped into the room, they found Rachel and her dads having a lively conversation with Brittany and another guy about something. Just as Santana was averting her eyes from Brittany, the blonde looked over at her. Santana cursed her luck and gave a half wave.

Brittany smiled back and gave a half nod before rejoining the conversation.

"Quinn! Santana!" Rachel called with a grin. She walked over to them and hugged them both, "I'm so glad you could come."

After about an hour Santana walked to the kitchen and found Puck standing by the counter with an oven mitt on his hand. She smirked, "Holy shit. You have turned a housewife."

"I prefer the term housedude," he smiled back and opened the oven, taking out a tin pan and peeled back the foil from the top. "Damn I'm awesome."

She walked over to it and peered into the pan. "That looks good." She reached forward to get a taste, but he caught her wrist.

"Not before dinner," he shook his head and put the pan down, closing the foil tightly around the top.

She rolled her eyes, "Yes mom. I wouldn't want to ruin my dinner." She walked over to an open bottle of wine and poured herself some.

"So," Puck paused and took off the mitt, placing it on the counter, "Have you talked to her?"

Santana flinched at the word her. Sure it could have been any number of people in the apartment, but she knew the one he was referring to. However she didn't want to let on so she asked, "Her who?"

He shook his head, "I knew you wouldn't."

"You know what?" Santana took a step closer to him, "It's killing me to be here, but I can't leave because I want to be here."

"Can't you just tell her you miss her?" he asked, lowering his voice and bending down to be face to face with her, "Man up, woman."

"It's not that easy," Santana explained. "I broke up with her. I hurt her."

Puck shook his head and stood up straight, "Whatever." He picked up his beer and added, "I'm going to go talk to her."

"Wait, what are you going to say?"

"Whatever I want."

Santana stood in front of the door, "Promise you won't say anything."

"I'm not promising shit," he shook his head, "It's Hanukkah. Everyone here is happy except for you and her and we both know that there's one way to fix that."

"Fine. I'll talk to her," Santana sighed, "Just let me do it."

He nodded a smug smile playing on his lips, "I knew you'd see it my way."

"Ass," she rolled her eyes. Then she picked up her wine and followed him to the living room.

Just as they stepped into the room, Rachel's daddy called, "The sun is about to go down. Who says we get this show on the road?"

After a short version of the ritual prayers they all sat down for the meal. Thanks to a crazy random happenstance Santana and Brittany ended up sitting across from each other. That crazy random happenstance's names in this instance were Rachel and Quinn.

The whole table seemed to be involved in a conversation except the two ex-Cheerios who had taking to pushing their food around their plates.

Finally Santana took a deep breath and broke the silence, "So, um, how was Chicago?"

Brittany looked up and answered, "It was okay. Really cold and windy."

Santana nodded and tried to think of something else to say. Quick on her feet, she added, "How long are you in town for?"

"I'm staying here," Brittany answered, "I signed a lease last week."

"Oh yeah?" Santana asked, surprised, "Where at?"

"It's a couple blocks from the conservatory's studio," the blonde answered off-handedly.

Santana sunk deep into thought and remembered that she too liked a few blocks from the studio as well. She wondered how close they actually lived to each other. "Sounds awesome. Let me know if you need any help moving in."

"I'm all moved in, but…thanks," Brittany offered a small tentative smile.

Santana couldn't help, but smile back. She ducked her head shyly which caused Brittany to smile wider. Suddenly they were grinning at each other like idiots and laughing broke out on their end of the table.

However when the laughter died out, the end of the table became awkward again so they both joined different conversations.

A few hours later, Santana was in the kitchen, helping Rachel with the dishes. Quinn walked in and leaned on the counter next to them. "Brittany, Puck, James and your friend from the play are still playing driedel. I don't think any of them are going to quit until someone wins."

Rachel smiled, "Well since Noah, Brittany, and my dad all hate losing we may be here for a while. Anyone for some more wine?"

"I would love some," Santana closed the dishwasher and turned it on.

"How's it going with B?" Quinn asked, raising her wine glass to her lips.

Santana sighed, "Why is everyone on me about this?"

The blonde set her glass down, "Because you're miserable."

"Who said?"

"You did," Rachel pointed out.

"I lie," Santana added with a tiny smirk, "You guys should know never to listen to me."

Quinn and Rachel laughed. The actress handed Santana a glass of wine, "We just want to see you two happy. If you want us to stop trying to get you two back together then we'll stop."

"Please," Santana replied, taking the glass, "Thanks for the help, but if this is going to happen, I'm the one that's going to have to do it."

A couple hours later, Rachel and Puck's parents left. Quinn, Rachel, and Santana were all staring at the game of driedel that had been going on for hours. Brittany was sitting at the table, her pile of candy in front of her. She looked exhausted with her hand propping up her head. Puck and Rachel's friend from the play were in basically the same condition.

"This is taking forever," Quinn muttered.

"We can go if you want to," Santana offered.

The blonde shook her head, "No, I promised Brittany we'd take her home." She looked around and spotted the TV in the living room, "So I'm thinking we watch reruns until she's ready."

"Perfect," Rachel grinned.

They all walked to the couch and sat down to wait for the endless game to finally wrap up.

Finally Puck emerged victorious only to give a half-hearted fist pump and announce his departure to bed. Rachel had to wake up Quinn and Santana who had fallen asleep watching TV.

Santana, Quinn, and Brittany shuffled out the door, all exhausted. Quinn completely forgot to drop Brittany off, but the blonde assured her that she could walk the rest of the way.

However, having always been protective of Brittany, Santana insisted on walking her home. The silence swirled around them like the wind as they walk, watching the people that passed by and kicking at the ground.

Before Santana knew it, Brittany had stopped in front of a building three blocks from her apartment. The blonde stood there looking expectantly at Santana who looked like she wanted to say something. The brunette shoved her hands into her pockets and kicked at the ground. Finally she decided that everyone was right. They were miserable apart. She ran a nervous hand through her hair before adding, "I know we've been really…awkward and stuff lately. I was just hoping that maybe…we could…" She trailed off, "Do you wanna go get some coffee before I have rehearsals tomorrow? You know, to talk and stuff."

The blonde smiled and slid her arms around Santana's neck, offering a sweet hug. Santana's chest swelled with the vicinity of Brittany. She snaked her arms around the trim waist of the dancer. She had to bite back the three little words that were playing on the tip of her tongue. She missed this. She missed how warm Brittany always seemed to be even when it was freezing outside.

Brittany closed her eyes and absorbed the feel. She'd been waiting to touch Santana again since Rachel told her that they had reconnected. However, she knew if she didn't stop soon, she wouldn't be able to stop herself from confessing all of her feeling to Santana. She'd told herself that Santana ended it and if it was going to start again, Santana was going to have to be the one to do it.

Finally Brittany withdrew and offered Santana a sweet smile, "Call me when you get up tomorrow?"

Santana nodded, numb from the loss of warmth.

With one last slow smile, Brittany disappeared into her building.

Santana started to make her way back to the apartment as she thought. Things were starting to get better. The sun seemed a little brighter and the wind seemed a little less harsh. She had something to look forward to tomorrow morning. Santana couldn't help, but smile.