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

Santana pretty much begged me not to make her get up. I was fine with that. She also begged me to stay in bed with her. I was also fine with that. I was not fine when I realized we'd slept well into the afternoon that we were supposed to spend wrapping gifts, but when Santana finally relented her grasp on my waist in place of a pillow, I took the opportunity to wrap her gifts. I made coffee as I set out the red and gold paper, the tape, and the scissors. When I finally had a mug I sat on the living room floor and began.

I'd gotten Santana a bottle of perfume, a new flat-iron to replace the one she'd broken last time she was angry at her hair, some new sunglasses, new running shoes, and the video game Noah, Mike, and Sam had been harassing her about getting. It didn't take very long before I finished hers and I could move along to the boy's gifts. I was barely done with their hoodies when Santana pulled me onto her lap.

"Almost done?" She asked against my neck.

"No," I shook my head, pulling the packages onto my own lap to write their names across the tops. "I'd probably get a lot more done if I had some help."

"Probably," she agreed, kissing down my shoulder.

"Santana, don't you have to wrap anything?" I wondered, "You didn't get them gift cards too, did you?"

She scoffed, "I should have. No, I'll do it, but maybe a little bit of encouragement might be nice."

I swatted at the hands circling my waist and slipped off of her lap, "Not until you at least start."

She huffed but got up, going to gather her silver and black paper as well as a pile of stuff from her closet. She'd started at some other point, but got sidetracked; it certainly cut down on what she had to do. She'd gotten Mike a small stereo and some CDs. As for Noah, he'd bought him his own hair clippers and a new cable for his guitar and amp. They each had another gift she'd already wrapped and she wouldn't tell me what they were. Santana had always been an amazing wrapper, something about her mom being very anal about the gifts she'd put under the tree. I was certain she'd finish before me when I looked back to my own task before a panicked shout made me snap my head up.

"Oh my god, Rachel," Santana was staring at her hand panicking.

I scrambled carefully over a few gifts, "What happened? Are you alright?"

I was looking for a finger on the ground and pooling blood. Instead, I was greeted with her hand, "It hurts! Dios mio, is it bleeding? I don't want to die before Christmas."

It took a moment before I spotted the minute injury. Really, it looked like she'd drawn it on, but as I squeezed her finger gently, I saw the small wound pucker and fill slightly with blood. I really couldn't help but gape at her.

"Don't look at me like that," she whined, pulling her hand back from me and getting up.

"Where are you going?"

"Bathroom," she scowled at me.

I chuckled and followed her, watching intently as she pulled the first aid kit out, although once she got an alcohol wipe open she couldn't even look at her hand. "Let me see," I took the cloth and began wiping her finger tenderly. "Who would have thought that the great Santana Lopez could be brought down by a paper cut?"

"I was not-"

She couldn't finish as I held up hand and squeezed the skin.

"Don't do that!"

"Calm down," I laughed before tossing the cloth and reaching for a bandage now. When it was covered completely I held her hand up to kiss the bandaged finger, "All better?"

"Don't speak to me like a child," she was pouting but I could tell she appreciated it as she could finally look at her hand and nodded.

"Can we finish now or should we worry about the ones on your eyes," I prodded.

"Oh my god," she gaped at me, horror reading clearly across her features, "Don't say that!"

I didn't feel bad for laughing, that wasn't it; I felt bad for doubling over with laughter.

"Fuck you," she growled and stomped out of the bathroom.

"Santana, calm down," I called, following her into our room.

"Fuck off, dwarf," she called from behind the door.

I sighed and pushed the door open, knowing how upset she was if she was recalling juvenile insults. She was already pulling on jeans and muttering under her breath. I didn't bother with idle talking or apologizing as it was just a waste of time. Instead I pulled her down for a bruising kiss. She resisted at first, but eased into the kiss, taking control of it easily, and biting angrily at my lip until I pulled away.

"Bitch," she scowled.

"Mhum," I nodded, well-versed in the skill of ignoring her when she was upset.

She was the one to pull me back, capturing my lips fiercely as she growled into my mouth; I couldn't deny how hot it made me. "San."

"Don't do that," she warned breathily as she kissed down my jaw.

"Don't… do…" I wasn't actually in any position to be coming up with a response as I breathed the words.

"Don't laugh at me," she punctuated the words with a sharp bite to my neck.

I gasped as she finally pulled me to the bed with her. Our lips reconnected immediately and I couldn't help but grab her hands as I rolled us over, "Let me apologize."

Her eyebrows knit and our actions ceased entirely for a moment as she contemplated it. Finally, she gave a subtle nod.

"I'm sorry, my love," I mumbled as I leaned forward, holding her hands above her head as I kissed down her neck. "I'm sorry for laughing at you," I trailed my lips farther down, only to be stopped by her shirt, and that just wouldn't do. Santana was as content to be rid of her shirt as I was mine. The distraction on my part did give her hands the opportunity to begin the trek up my thighs but I had to detain them once more, pressing them to her sides as I lavished her breasts with attention, drawing each nipple between my teeth to nip at them roughly. She cursed loudly but arched up. I finally saw it fit to release her hands to let them tangle into my hair.

"Rachel," she called, already writhing beneath me.

"I'm sorry for teasing you baby," I lamented as I kissed down her torso, urging her shorts and underwear down as I slid down her body.

She nodded as she lifted her hips for me. When she was finally in a more preferable state of dress, rather, undress, she pulled me back up, her knees on either side of me as she pressed her heels to the backs of my thighs.

"I love that you trust me with your anxieties," I reminded during a short break for air, my hand well on its way between her legs as I moved onto my knees. I couldn't deny the surge of my own as I felt her wetness. My fingers dipping between her folds to massage the bundle of nerves I knew would lavish the attention. Santana cried out softly as her hips rolled slowly against my hand. I couldn't even deny my own impatience as I persisted, pressing my fingers farther until I felt her drawing me inside.

"Oh my god," she breathed as she felt me, her own thrusts pausing.

"I should have never laughed at you," I assured, letting her bring our lips together. I savored the taste of her moans as I pumped slowly into her at first.

"Faster," she panted.

I nodded and obliged, filling her before she had the time to miss me. She fell back from the embrace as her heated breaths grew to muted moans. I pressed kisses up and down her throat, timing myself before slipping in a third finger. I loved the almost deprived cry she gave as I massaged her. Soon, I felt her walls clenching around me. I wanted to drag it out, lavish her further, but I knew she'd only grow annoyed if I did. Instead, I drew my thumb over her apex in a few tight circles and she was shuddering around me. I rode out her climax with her and gazed on as she came down, bringing my fingers to my lips. "Am I forgiven?"

The set of her eyebrows relaxed before she nodded, drawing my fingers down to bestow them with attention of her own, holding my eyes as she gently sucked on my middle finger.

I couldn't stop the slight whimper I gave as I watched her. When she seemed satisfied with the job she'd done on my fingers, she let me go. I held her hand and kissed her bandaged finger, "So, I couldn't help but notice you seemed to have bought a lot of gifts for Mike and Noah, but there didn't seem to be much else on your pile."

She rolled her eyes. I hadn't realized how tense I was but I relaxed when I saw her smile, "You're presents have been wrapped and hidden for weeks. I know how you are."

"How am I?" I challenged.

"Sneaky."

I scowled at her, dropping her hand quickly.

"Last Christmas you bought extra wrapping paper just so you'd be able to rewrap everything you'd already opened."

I blushed at that.

"Trust me, I even made sure it was high enough you couldn't reach."

That gave me a few ideas, but I sighed and laid down, resting my head on her shoulder, "You're lucky I love you, otherwise I wouldn't put up with half of your insults."

"I know," she grinned and kissed my head.