Warnings: I don't own Glee or any of the characters or any of the songs I may use. This will include lesbian sex.

"No,"

"But San-"

"No,"

"Please,"

"No,"

"Please,"

"N-no,"

"Santana!"

She finally groaned and I saw her resilience wearing down.

"It's all I want, I swear," I shifted excitedly on her lap, grabbing far more of her attention than I wanted, "And we can even put off wrapping until tomorrow."

She rolled her eyes.

"You can bring Mike and Noah," I pleaded.

She sighed.

I'd won.

Santana was not pleased as she shivered in the back of Mike's car. Noah and Mike were in the front joking around and teasing her about being whipped, I was trying to cheer her up although my giddy mood didn't seem contagious. It took quite some time, and we'd still had to park pretty far away but I couldn't contain my excitement as the grand tree came into view as well as the rink before it. I could see the hint of a smirk tug on Santana's lips before she pulled her scarf over her face. We followed the boys to go rent our skate's and we were on the ice almost immediately.

Noah was fairly clumsy on his skates but it only took a moment before the childhood skill came back to him. Mike was, of course, fairly adept at it. Santana and I were pretty good, skating a few circles to warm up. Soon enough, the boys passed us quickly, taunting Santana as they sped by. I still couldn't say I was used to it after all our time together, but I sort of enjoyed it when she looked to me for permission. Once it was granted I watched her race after them, glad she was finding some sort of joy in our day plans. The trio was lost in the crowd but I still enjoyed my solemn skate, basking in the joy of the city I'd dreamed of for so very long.

"Having fun?" A warmer voice than I'd heard all morning came as a familiar form molded perfectly to me.

"Why wouldn't I be?" I laced my fingers with those of the hand on my waist. "I'm skating at Rockefeller Center with the love of my life," I gushed.

She glided to my side, her arm still on my hip and as I looked up to Santana I knew she'd be blushing even behind her scarf, "I guess."

"You guess?" I bumped her side gently.

"I'd have preferred to stay home and cuddle but you know," she shrugged, "Love of my life and all that."

I smiled, "Would it make you feel better if you had a hot chocolate?"

She nodded, "Yes."

"Just a little bit longer and then we can get the boys," I assured.

Santana was the kind of person who could have fun just about anywhere. Yes, she hated the cold, being physically active when it wasn't necessary, the cold, not being able to make out, the cold, and I'm uncertain if I'd mentioned it but the cold. She gave me the final leisurely laps around the rink before we were trailing after Mike and Noah. When we finally got them off the ice, Santana's goal was chocolate. She drug us, well, me through the crowd to wait impatiently into the line. Since, I was her portable space heater she let the boys leave to find a table; I couldn't say I minded as she held me tightly to her chest and nuzzled my hair, shuffling forward the few inches at a time it would take her to get her chocolate.

"Can I take yo-"

"Chocolate," she blurted, although it was muffled by my hair.

"She means, may we have three large hot chocolates and a large coffee," I giggled, rubbing the hands currently clenching in my coat pockets before pulling a bill from my wallet.

"You get me," she nodded.

"I couldn't let you freeze simply because you can't properly articulate your desires," I shrugged.

"And there that goes," she huffed.

I giggled again as I leaned back against her comfortably while we waited on our order.

I could only watch on in amusement as the three burned themselves repeatedly while trying to warm up. Really, it didn't seem like such a hard task to drink slowly, but I could be wrong. Chug, hiss, whimper; it was a pattern being repeated all around our table. Technically I was only responsible for Santana, but I felt it necessary to scold them all between my bouts of laughter. When they were all done, and certain they wouldn't be able to drink anymore if they wanted to, we were ready to get back on the ice.

"'S not funny Rach," Santana mumbled, a slight lisp tinting her words.

"But it is," I chuckled against her arm.

"I hate you," she groaned.

"Liar," I challenged.

She pouted fiercely before skating away, me hot on her tail as I couldn't keep my laughter at bay. When I finally caught her I apologized, although she scowled at the small smile still on my lips. The boys finally settled their almost perpetual race to glide along with us. Mike skated along backwards as he and Noah talked about some girls they'd seen on their trips around. I was anything but amused as they spoke about girls skirts coming up when they fell; Santana seemed to be trying to stay out of the conversation all together. When I asked about her, Mike said he'd talked to the girl from the café. I even told him to invite her to our small Christmas get together.

The boys were ready to leave far earlier than we were, and so I was surprised when Santana told them we'd call a cab. They left us with tight hugs and reminders of our plans for Thursday. A good chunk of the crowd had diminished but as the natural lights dimmed it became apparent that it was mostly couples still out. In the light of the large tree at the head of the rink I could understand why Santana would want to stay.

"It's so big," I sighed as I looked up to the large tree as we approached it.

"Tha-"

"I swear to God Santana Lopez don't even think of making one of those vile "That's what she said joke,""

She chuckled behind me and nuzzled my hair, "You're no fun."

"And you're a terror but I still love you anyway," I shot back.

"I know," she sighed comfortably. "Is it everything you've ever dreamed of?" Her voice was silent now, genuinely more inquisitive.

"What? Ice-skating? Santana, we've been bef-"

"No," I could hear the smile in her voice, "New York? With me?"

I smiled silently as I thought about it. I'd certainly never imagined that my former tormentor would fit so perfectly into my future but she did. I may not have foreseen it but I knew nobody else was meant to be where she was in my life, holding me tightly, kissing me so lovingly, and cherishing me as only she could. "While I see myself as highly creative, and excellent at planning for any circumstance," I sighed gaily into the night air, "My imagination could have never been so splendid as to bring me you."

Getting into the cab after that, on the ride to our apartment, I could only think of how amazing my lover was. Her fingers laced through mine as she held me closely to her side. I basked in the warmth of her love. Even as we stood outside our own apartment door, as if this were some juvenile date and we'd need to part ways, the magic still clung to us. And even when it ended, our lips pulling away as we blushed almost shyly at each other, I wouldn't have had it any other way.

"I can't taste you," Santana's face fell.