L is for Lights
"Rachel….how exactly did you manage this?" Kurt asked in complete disbelief, blinking repeatedly as he stared at the girl standing rigidly in front of him, literally unable to move for fear of losing her balance and toppling to the floor. "I mean…no, I think the first question covers it. How?"
Santana's response was considerably less wordy. She simply took one look at her roommate and burst out laughing, eyes almost shut and body nearly doubled over with mirth, and she didn't even attempt to stop herself. Pointing at Rachel, she managed to gasp out after a minute or so, "What…was there an…attempted Christmas robbery?!"
"Very funny, both of you, please do continue to make a mockery of my efforts," Rachel said stiffly, and the pouty expression on her face only made Santana's laughter start anew. "If either one of you had helped me more consistently then it wouldn't be a problem, and this certainly wouldn't have happened. But because both of you were not helping me and were much too busy doing alternate activities-"
"Rachel…just…how in the world did this happen?" even Kurt couldn't hold back a laugh this time, and Santana was still snickering into her hands, even wiping at tears of her amusement. He came forward to help her, but then stopped, circling around her on all sides as he attempted to figure out how, exactly, to begin to do so.
"I was attempting to put lights on the Christmas tree, as should be well obvious," was Rachel's overly dignified response as she lifted her chin, but her dignity was rather badly diminished by the fact that she had to remain perfectly still and could use no other bodily gestures. "And I thought that it would be possible to string lights alone the mantle as well and that I could have them connected to the Christmas tree in one large strand, and as it turned out I was simply not accurate in this assumption. I turned into the lights and as I was attempting to remove several from being caught in my hair I suppose I…simply kept turning the wrong direction, and before I knew it…"
"You were tied up totally in Christmas tree lights like a kidnap victim?!" Santana blurted before breaking out in laughter all over again, still making no move whatsoever to step forward to help. As Rachel glared in her direction, reiterating, "You could at least help now since you wouldn't THEN!", Kurt's lips twitched too even as he walked around Rachel in a circle, attempting to find the end of the string to begin unraveling.
"I guess I could just cut through them with scissors…"
"No, we still have to use them for décor, and you could short a circuit or electrocute yourself or something…no, just find the end, it has to be tucked in somewhere…Santana, could you HELP him?" Rachel snapped towards the still snickering girl, but rather than obeying, Santana left the room, her back still shaking with laughter. Rachel huffed indignantly, rolling her eyes as she complained, "That is so typical. She just walks away, leaving us both here to do this by ourselves-"
But her words took on an entirely different tone as Santana emerged with her camera in hand, coming close and starting to snap pictures. As Rachel's eyes widened and she started to squeal Santana's name, unable to move or put up her hands to block her face, Santana's camera flashed away, even as Santana announced, "I think I just found my new Facebook cover pic! Merrrrry Christmas!"