a/n: well this is the Christmas chapter, few days early! I'm trying to get this wrapped up, but hopefully I'm not speeding through too much. y'all know what the dashes mean, so read between them at your own consent. I think this will cap at 10 chapters. If you're looking for a different style Christmas story, try Christmas with the Pierces. It's completely SFW and, not to toot my horn...totally adorable. okay okay, ill stop self promoting (for now that is) and let you read.- GEK
Chapter 7:Festive Feast
Santana and Brittany groaned as their alarm blared at ten A.M Christmas morning. Alarms and hangovers didn't mix, but after a minute, Brittany realized what day it was.
"Sanny, it's Christmas!" Brittany squealed happily.
"All I want for Christmas right now is Advil." Santana grumbled.
"You overdid it last night, didn't you?" Brittany asked, getting Advil and water for her wife.
"I just drank until my brain was quiet." The Latina admitted.
"San, what happened? Did someone say something? I thought you were doing well." Brittany worried.
"Don't be mad. Quinn was just trying to be a friend again." Santana pleaded "She asked about Abuela."
"Why would she do that? It's none of her business." Brittany huffed.
"You're right, it's not, but to be fair to her, I confided in her about it. When you and I broke up, I lost my best friend too. So I leaned on Q, and she was really invested in hoping things changed. She understood, it was similar to her dad's reaction to her pregnancy." Santana revealed.
"I didn't know…you know what, let's forget about the past for now and focus on the present and the presents." Brittany encouraged. Santana agreed and she went to the kitchen and brewed some coffee while Brittany got her present out. Santana set Brittany's on the coffee table and Brittany set Santana's beside it.
"Should we take turns?" Santana asked "Or just open them at the same time."
"Together." Brittany insisted "1, 2, 3!" She smiled as they both tore open wrapping paper. Brittany looked at her new and improved charm bracelet while Santnaa observed her jacket. After they both had time to fully appreciate their gifts, they shared a thankful kiss and donned them while they prepared a small breakfast. Santana knew a good meal was in her future and she wasn't going to spoil it. When they finished, they got ready for the Christmas Dinner with Dino, his aunt and uncle and the Thompsons. Santana's hangover was dissipating faster that usual, and Brittany chalked it up to Christmas magic. Still, the Latina took a long hot shower to truly wash away last night's party. Brittany probably had smelt it but likely didn't know Santana had partaken in the Devil's Grass that evening. Getting crossed rarely ended well for Santana, and it truly was a miracle her wife hadn't confronted her. She hoped it would stay that way- at least until after Christmas. When Santana finally got out of the shower, Brittany had gathered all the gifts and packed them up so they would be easier to take down to the car. Luckily Blaine and Kurt hadn't needed the car, as taking all this in a taxi on Christmas day was a recipe for disaster. Santana did her hair and makeup and then put on the Christmas sweaters her and Brittany had gotten. The Thompsons were all about casual Christmas, and the cheesy ugly Christmas sweaters were part of that tradition. While Santana did this, Brittany took her own shower and opted to braid her hair rather than spend time on it that they really didn't have. As the clock struck two, they made their way to the Thompson home. Upon arrival they saw Brady, Lia, Dino and Tony all playing MarioKart on the Wii while Linda, Franny and Enzo were chatting over a charcuterie board. Santana went to mingle with the other adults and Brittany joined the kids, helping Tony beat everyone else.
"No fair, you can't help him win!" Lia argued.
"I'm with Lia, that's totally against the rules." Dino crossed his arms.
"You two are just mad because now there's a real competition." Brady cracked his knuckles "It's on." As their intense game continued, the other four people in the room were sharing wine provided by Franny.
"This is one of the best reds I've had yet." Santana said "And despite being only twenty-one, that list is much longer than it would be legally."
"See, this is why the drinking age in Italia is 18. You can use those years to form some wine connoisseur skills." Enzo says
"I was 14 when I had my first real glass of wine. It was my parents anniversary, and they figured for a special occasion at home one glass wouldn't hurt. They might as well have given me a shit Jager cause I was super drunk." Santana chuckled "I had Jager for real a few months after that."
"You were quite the party animal in high-school then?" Linda questions and Santana nods. "You're not going to tell the kids it's okay, are you?"
"No, of course not!" Santana shook her head "Sometimes it was fun, sure, but most of the time I made decisions I really regret. It also became a sort of vice. It still is sometimes, but I'm lucky that it isn't control me. I abstained for a year before our wedding. Excluding our wedding, I abstained until I turned 21 just recently as well." Santana reveals. She felt its pull too often so she had quit for a while, and even now tried not to indulge when it was for an emotional reason. She'd failed the night before.
"It's admirable really, that kind of self control when you're young. I wouldn't have Lia or Brady if I'd had that kind of self control." Linda admits "I love them, but I got pregnant with them young, and while drunk. I was in an extremely toxic relationship with their father."
"I've never heard about their father. Only Tony's." Santana says "It sounds like Anthony senior was a good man."
"The very best. Brady had enough time around him that he picked up some of his chivalry." Linda looks over at Brady who is bowing down to Brittany and Tony's superior Mario Kart skills. Brittany sees everyone looking and gives a toothy grin, ruffling Tony's hair.
"Your wife has a way with kids, a real way." Enzo notes.
"She always has. She has a younger sister, I guess that may be why." Santana shrugs "I'm not entirely sure though. Maybe it's her own childlike innocence."
"Do you have a way with kids?" Franny asks Santana.
"I do my best, but honestly it's nothing in comparison to her. I think I often treat them like tiny adults which isn't necessarily the best approach." Santana shrugs.
"That might be the case, but Tony adores you. Not as much as Iron Man, but you're probably a close second." Linda smiles fondly. A timer goes off in the kitchen and she excuses herself. Franny follows to see how she can help.
"So my Dino says you gave him some informational packets." Enzo says "About being gay is what he said."
"I did. He wanted information, and I provided it. It's safe, factual, detailed, and advises against anything you may be worried about. Far better than what his internet research would've yielded I can assure. I also personally told him to abstain." Santana explains.
"Did he say why he was asking?" Enzo questions.
"He mentioned that his health class was lacking in that department." Santana shrugs "But I don't think you have anything to worry about. Let him be a kid. He reminds me of myself, growing up too fast. I love my parents, but they were absent a lot during my childhood. I was raised by my Abuela and well…you can understand."
"Of course. That said if we ever need something, we can talk to you right?" Enzo asked.
"I'll do my best." Santana promises. Linda and Franny bring the main meal out to the table and everyone takes their seats. Tony insists on sitting beside Santana, so he sits on her left and Brittany on her right. To Brittany's right is Dino. To Tony's left is Linda. To her left is Lia. Next to her is Brady, and then Franny and Enzo and back around to Dino. They say a quick grace before digging into the Christmas feast before them. Santana helps Tony cut his food so Linda doesn't have to.
"Why are you using your left hand? Mommy says you're supposed to use your right." Tony asks.
"Well, most people use their right, but my left hand is easier for me. It's kind of like my version of your special heart." Santana tries her best to simplify her answer. Tony seems to accept it and Santana is grateful. Her left hand had been the first difference. Abuela tried to train her, but then the pope said something and she stopped. Santana was just glad she could use it.
"Is that why you have that pretty ring on it?" Tony asked after a minute and Santana giggled.
"No, bud, when someone gets married they always wear it on the left hand. See, Brittany has one too. So do Enzo and Franny." Santana showed him and he nodded in understanding.
"Mommy, did you ever have one?" Tony asks.
"Yes, I still do." Linda says "I just don't wear it because it doesn't fit anymore."
"That's sad. But why do you have one? You aren't married to anyone." Tony states blatantly. He was eight, you couldn't blame him.
"Remember I told you I was married to your dad." Linda says softly "You remember that story right?"
"Yeah, I just thought maybe they would disappear if your person disappeared." Tony says softly "Sorry Mommy."
"Nothing to be sorry for. Eat your vegetables." she says and he sticks his tongue out.
"Iron Man always eats his vegetables. That's how he gets so strong and smart." Santana says and Tony immediately digs into the veggies. Brittany nudges Santana and the Latina raises an eyebrow.
"You're really good with him. I almost wish I could get you pregnant by accident." Brittany whispers in her ear. Santana blushes and everyone notices but chooses to ignore it.
"Um" Dino says tapping his fork against his glass "I was wondering if I could make a toast. I know it might be a little late." Dino says.
"It's never too late for a toast. Go ahead." Linda says.
"Well, I just wanted to say thank you to everyone around this table. To you, Ms.Thompson, for taking me in when I had nowhere to go, Lia for being my only and best friend, Brady for being the big brother I always needed but never had, Zio and Zia for becoming more than that- becoming my parents, to Mrs. And Mrs. LP for looking out for me, and to Tony for teaching me how to be brave." Dino smiled, "You may be just a little kid, but you're the bravest eight-year-old I've ever met."
"Thanks Dino!" Tony smiles. Everyone echoes his remarks and Dino sits down as they all finish. It's time for presents. Watching everyone's eyes light up is the greatest gift of all. Brady nearly kills them with the monster hug he gives as thanks. Their cleaning up wrapping paper when Tony runs back to his room and back as fast as he can.
"Wait, I have somethin' for everybody." Tony hands everyone a homemade present. He drew them all as superheroes.
"I wanted to tell you that you're all heroes too. You have superpowers. The best superpower is love like mommy always says."
"Thank you Tony." Santana kneels down and hugs him "I promise to be the best superhero ever. We all do, right?" Santana looks around and everyone nods in agreement.
"I formed my own avengers!" Tony smiles ear to ear proudly. They wind the night with hot cocoa and Iron Man 3, which Tony insists is a Christmas movie.
Santana and Brittany head home as soon as the movie is over.
"Merry Christmas Santana Claus." Brittany smiles.
"Merry Christmas Mrs.Claus." Santana echoes.
The next few days aren't nearly as eventful as the past two, giving the women time to relax before their families fly in for the New Year. Of course, Santana doesn't know how to relax and spends half her time making sure that their flights won't be delayed, and if they will if the roads will be clear enough for them to drive, triple checking their hotel reservations and planning an itinerary for the entire time that their families will be there. And that's just Monday morning.
"San, relax. Everything is going to be perfect, okay?" Brittany says and Santana nods, letting Brittany soothe her sore muscles. Brittany just keeps it up until she can tell the Latina has fallen asleep atop her on the couch. Her wife needed her sleep- Brittany could tell how stressed she was. Santana had plenty of reason- it had been an emotionally exhausting Christmas, their families were coming to New York for the first time, she'd been promoted, she had helped design an office space, she was about to start her last semester for her bachelor's and their one year anniversary was looming close in the future. Brittany had always lived in the moment, never worried about the future and always gone with the flow, so the stress wasn't burying her alive like it was Santana. Even in her sleep Santana was restless, and she nearly toppled off the couch. Brittany caught her, and Santan stirred, eyes blinking open.
"Why'd you let me sleep Britt? There's so much to do. We have to make sure we can get them from the airport, we have to check in with the rental car place to make sure they have the right minivan ready. We reserved it but you never know." Santana groaned.
"Honey, everything will be fine. Just relax." Brittany pleaded.
"I can't sleep right now Britt, I need to stay awake. I have to be ready for any troubling phone call or weather alert." Santana stood up and paced.
"Stop that instant Santana Marie Lopez Pierce." Brittnay said "And sit down." Santana huffed as she did. "Now take a breath. You're going to worry yourself to death. Please just sit with me. You're scaring me."
"I'm sorry. There's just so much that could go wrong." Santana snuggles into Brittany "It just feels like it's a line of domino's waiting to be toppled."
"Worrying this much is just going to make you sick, and then we will have a problem. So stop and just let it be."
"Okay, I'll try." Santana nods with certainty. Brittany kisses her and immediately Santana's desperation seeps in.
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Brittany pulls Santana closer, pressing their bodies and lips close. Her tongue meets Santana and they explore each other's mouths. Brittany sucks on Santana's bottom lip and pulls away with a pop. She taps Santana's nose and darkened eyes meet hers. She trails a hand under Santana's shirt and toys with her nipples through the bra. Santana growls and pulls her shirt off. Brittany chuckles as she reaches behind her unclasps her bra, perky breast freed the blonde immediately starts to lavish them with attention. She adjusts herself so she can suck on her nipples, alternating to give each equal attention. Santana's hips cant down against hers wantonly, and she stops for a minute, just admiring the woman above her.
"Britt, you can look at me later once you've ravished me." Santana whines and Brittany playfully smacks her ass.
"So needy. I can't ravish you on the couch though, it's not as flexible as we are." Brittany smirks. Santana pulls Brittany up and drags her down the hallway. She tackles the blonde onto the bed and kisses her hungrily, tugging at the hem of the blonde's shirt. Brittany breaks the kiss momentarily to take her shirt off. Santana quickly resumes the kiss, tactfully releasing the blonde from her bra simultaneously. Her hands tease nipples and Brittany gasps into her mouth. Brittany returns the favor, and soon they don't have enough breath left to keep their kiss going. Brittany decides to take control and flips them. Santana moans- that feat of strength is so damn sexy. Brittany nibbles on Santana's ear lobe. "Are you going to let me ravish you or not?" the blonde growls.
"I'm all yours Britt." Santana breathes heavily.
"Good." Brittany says, latching onto her wife's pulse point and sucking. She takes her time lavishing the girl's neck and collarbone with kisses and more than a few marks make themselves known. The blonde focuses on heaving breasts next. She gently presses an ear to Santana's chest, listening to her heart hammer against her ribs. Gently, she ghost fingers down the girl's sides as she kisses around a nipple. The torture doesn't last long as she latches on and sucks, Santana's back arching. Brittany pushes her down gently, using her weight to hold her down. She continues her appreciation for the girl's breast for a while before she trails kisses down to her navel. She playfully snaps the waistband of Santana's sweats. Santana paws at her with need and Brittany surrenders. She pushes her wife's pants and panties down and Santana kicks them off. Brittany kisses along her hips and waists and ghosts kisses along her things before she lets a breath hit Santana where she wants her most. After what seems like an eternity to Santana, Brittany licks through her folds and quickly captures her clit sucking gently. Brittany lays an arm across her wife's waist to control her bucking. Ever so slowly she trails her tongue back down and dips it into Santana's entrance. She licks back up and circles her clit before returning and probing further with her tongue. Clearly, Santana wants a good tongue fucking, and in a giving mood, Brittany obliges, skillfully thrusting her tongue in and out of the other woman's center. She curls it to hit every spot she can, purring at the noises it elicits from the Latina. Of course, the purr has the added benefit of pleasuring the Latina just that much more. With a few well timed thrusts, a few circles of her clit and a final suck on it, Santana climaxes. Brittany laps up every drop she can before slithering her way back up the writhing body. She kisses Santana, letting her wife taste herself. Santana moans but breaks the kiss quickly.
"Let me return the favor Britt." She smiles, and together they get the dancer out of her pants as well. Santana presses a final chaste kiss to Brittany's lips before traveling to her other set of lips. Brittany likes it softer and slower when it comes to oral, and Santana is sure to respect this. She spends plenty of time licking up her slit and around her clit, and when she plunges inside it's slow and gentle. She twists her tongue rather than thrusting it, much to Brittany's obvious pleasure. The way she moans clues Santana into exactly which spot feels best as she hits it again and again. Brittany falls apart faster than Santana had, already on edge from getting her wife off. They share a kiss, tasting themselves on the other's lip and casually find themselves grinding on each other's thighs. As they get closer, Brittany repositions and they gasp as their centers meet. They don't last long and quickly cum together in a tangle of legs. Brittany is the first to free her legs, and trails her hand down to Santana's heat and cups it. She looks at the Latina, who silently pleads for the blonde to touch her. Brittany isn't one to deny, and she swipes a finger through drenched folds. She circles a clit before plunging a finger into tight velvet warmth. She adds another quickly, Santana already wet from her previous orgasms. She thrusts her fingers in and out, curling them to brush at the most sensitive spot. She uses her thumb to rub tight circles around Santana's clit, and her wife falls apart quickly, squeezing her fingers. Brittany kisses a forehead comfortingly, letting Santana know it's okay to rest if she needs to. Santana, however, pushes through her tiredness to finish Brittany off one more time. After giving Brittany a fantastic finger fucking, Santana falls asleep on a pale chest. Brittany strokes raven locks peacefully and pulls the blanket over them, falling asleep herself.
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A couple hours later and the girls wake from their slumber and climb into a bath, using the bath bomb specifically formulated for relaxation. Brittany combs through Santana hair with conditioner, rubbing her scalp the way she knows helps release the tension headache she's sure is brewing. She carefully rinses the girl's hair and braids it, loose enough that it won't add any tension. Santana just relaxes into her wife's touch, feeling the tension in all her muscles slowly seep away. Brittany's hands are skilled in many ways, and massage is Santana's second favorite. Her shoulders would never NOT be sore if it weren't for Brittany's shoulder rubs. The blonde works her hands just right so that she never makes things worse but always manages to loosen the tension. It's unicorn magic according to Brittany. Once their toes and fingers start to prune they climb out of their bath, opting to just put on their fluffy robes rather than actually get dressed. Brittany helps Santana do some reasonable final checks before taking her laptop away. She also takes her phone and sets it on the charger on the coffee table. Santana takes a breath and accepts that she doesn't need to worry anymore. Brittany helps her make a light dinner of rice, chicken and vegetables. Brittany notices how little Santana eats and begins to worry herself.
"Honey, you've barely touched your dinner." Brittany points out "Does it not taste good? I can make it into soup if that would be better."
"No, it's fine, I just don't feel very hungry. I guess I really did stress too much." Santana sighs.
"Too nauseous to even try to eat a little more?" Brittany asks and Santana nods. The blonde wraps her serving up so she can eat later, and finishes her own while Santana curls up on the couch and watches the news. She shouldn't be doing that either, but Brittany had to admit the weather worried her too. Luckily, the forecast is promising. She brings the last of the Christmas cookies over and makes Santana a chamomile tea. She makes herself one as well and brings the mugs over. She brings the honey as well and watches Santana add an insane amount. Her wife isn't a huge fan of tea, so it's nothing new. Finally, they cuddle up, Santana eating cookies easier than real food because stress eating is the worst. Brittany just holds her as they watch Santana's comfort movie that only Brittany knows about- Oliver and Company. Santana sings along softly to the songs and snuggles closer to Brittany at the sad parts. Brittany kisses the top of Santana's head- keeping her happy and calm was all that mattered right then. A stress induced cold would turn into so much more, and Brittnay wouldn't let that happen. Their family was coming, and nothing was going to put a damper on Santana's time with her Mami and Papi if Brittany could stop it.