It's Christmas Eve. Brittany and I are fixing some Christmas lights that the crazy winds knocked down last night. It's only a few of them and I didn't think they needed to get fixed because you can't really tell they're out of place, but Brittany insisted that we go up on the roof and fix them.

So I gave in and followed her up the ladder onto the roof, but I really don't know why I came up here. It's not like I'm helping her. All I'm doing is holding on to the chimney and curling my toes inside my boots because I'm not particularly fond of heights.

"So you're sure your parents drink that fruit punch during Christmas?" Brittany asks. "'Cause I don't remember you ever giving me any whenever I went over to eat Christmas leftovers at your house."

"I never gave you any because my dad would always spike it with rum and he and my uncles would finish it that same night."

"Oh. Should we spike the one we made?" She lays on her stomach and reaches down over the corner of the roof to pull a string of fallen lights up.

I watch her, my grip around the chimney tightening "Um. No, that's fine. If we did Jamie wouldn't be able to drink any."

Brittany pushes forward some more and dangles both arms over the roof. "You're so thoughtful."

"Brittany, becareful. Please."

After a moment she retreats her arms and stands up smiling. "It's okay, San. I got it." She begins to move towards me, but her foot slips and her arms shoot to her sides to regain balance.

"Brittany!" I release the chimney from the death grip I had on it and grab onto Brittany's closest arm with both of my hands.

She quickly comes to a halt and smiles. "Kidding!"

"What-" I give her an angry glare and let go of her. "That wasn't funny. I'm climbing down now." As I walk across the roof with baby steps, Brittany passes me swiftly and gets to the ladder before me.

"I was just kidding," she says, still laughing. "We're only like twelve feet off the ground."

I ignore her and move down the ladder.

"Do you think we're taking enough ta-moles?" She asks as she climbs down the ladder.

"It's tamales and yes we are taking enough. It's not the only thing my parents will be eating."

She hops off the ladder and lands next to me. "I know it's ta-ma-les, but ta-moles sounds funnier."

"I guess."

"Don't be mad," she cooes and pulls me into a hug. "It was a joke. I won't do it again. I promise."

I hold my arms at my side, not wanting to forgive her so easily. "You know I don't like heights and then you go and pull something like that. It wasn't funny."

"I'm sorry." She leans away to looks at me. "Will you forgive me?"

I shrug.

"Please?" She pecks my lips, but I don't respond. "Pleeease?" She looks at me in the eyes for a few seconds then looks down at my lips. "San?"

She would use that against me right now. I move forward and press my lips against her. "You're awful," I say as our lips touch. She smiles and holds me until my phone starts ringing.

"I'll go put the ladder back," she says before grabbing the ladder and leaving to the garage.

I look down at my phone and see it's Adam calling. "Hey, Jock Strap!"

"When are you going to stop calling me that? I haven't worn one since the day you walked in on me while I was wearing it in the privacy of my own dorm."

"I'll stop calling you that when I get the mental imagine out of my head which is never. But I actually don't mind. You have some nice glutes, my friend. I'm just glad I saw you from behind and didn't get to see the tragic view that is your meat and two vegs."

"You keep lying to yourself. But I'll let you see God's greatest creation whenever you'd like."

"You have tits?"

I hear his laugh roar through my phone. "No, but you already have one extra pair of those to fondle, don't you? Where is she?"

"She's in the garage putting some stuff away."

"Are you guys spending Christmas at her folks?"

"No. We're going to my parent's," I say, not sounding too enthusiastic.

"To your parent's? But doesn't your grandmother go over every Christmas?"

I groan in annoyance. "How is it that you remembered and I didn't?"

"That's going to be... weird."

"Tell me about it. It's been four years since the last time I saw her. I don't know how this is all going to play out."

"Well, you never know. Maybe she came around and gives you her acceptance as a Christmas gift."

I sigh. "Doubt it. But why are you calling anyway?"

"Oh, um..." He sounds nervous. Why does Adam the Titan sound nervous? "Well... something happened and I wanted to share it with you."

"Adam? You sound nervous. You're making me nervous. Just say it."

He takes a deep breath before continuing. "Jax and I are having a baby. I mean, well, we're not having one, but we're adopting."

I laugh. "What the hell are you talking about? Last time I checked it was Christmas not April Fools. That wasn't even a good joke, Adam."

"It's not a joke. We really are adopting. We've applied earlier this year and now we're just waiting. I'm telling you now because we got a call yesterday and they said they might have a good fit for us."

Brittany returns and frowns when she sees my expression. "What's wrong?" She asks.

I hold a finger up and ask for a minute. "Whoa, okay but- I mean, this is just really random."

"It is for you since we hadn't told you, but it's not like we just happened to decide this today. We've been talking about it for a long time."

"But Adam, you guys are so young. Don't you think you should wait 'till you're at least thirty? Don't you want to live a little first? And since when do you like kids? I thought we both shared the same hatred for them."

"We are young, but we feel ready. And of course we want to live. Raising a kid together will be the biggest adventure of our lives."

"Okay, now you just sound as dumb as Jax."

"Santana, I knew you'd be surprised, but I didn't think you'd be unsupportive. You know you're like family to me. You're my sister. I thought you'd be happy for me. For us."

"It's just a little difficult to do that when I know you're about to ruin your life."

There's nothing but silence as I hold the phone to my ear. I can't even hear him breathing.

"...I just wanted to let you know," he finally says "Tell Brittany I said hello and I wish you luck with your grandmother. Merry Christmas."

"Adam, wait-"

"What's going on?" Brittany asks.

I close my eyes and sigh heavily. "Adam and Jax are having a kid. Well, adopting."

Brittany's eyes go wide. "Oh my gosh, are you serious? That's so awesome!"

"No, it's not Brittany. They're about to voluntarily end their lives." I walk back inside the house and Brittany follows. "Do they not know that having kids changes your life forever?"

"Maybe they do know that and maybe they want the change. Why else would they adopt? It's not like they're adopting without knowing that they're doing it."

"Brittany, you don't get it," I say, tossing my gloves on the kitchen counter. "They don't understand that their world is going to turn upside down. They're going to have to take time off work, give up their freedom, their fun... They're not even married!"

"I wasn't married and I was going to have one."

"Yeah, but yours was a mistake." I want to shoot myself the second those words leave my mouth. I turn to look at her. She's staring at me. Her mouth hanging open slightly and her blank stare quickly turns into a look of hurt. "Brittany. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean it." I take a step towards her and she doesn't move. "You know I didn't. I'm sorry. I'm just- Adam's news got me- Where are you going?"

She puts her jack back on along with her boots.

"Brittany." I slip my jacket back on too because I can't let her leave like this.

"Please don't follow me," she says over her shoulder and opens the front door.

"Brittany, you can't leave like this. I'm sorry!" I follow her across the lawn and my sock covered feet sink deep into the snow. "Brittany, please wait!" I struggle my way out of the cold beneath me and finally make it to the sidewalk. "Don't go," I say, grabbing the door handle to Jamie's car, but it's locked. "Brittany, that was so stupid of me to say. I didn't mean it. Please open the door."

She buckles herself in and glances at me with glassy eyes before turning on the engine and driving away.

We're already an hour late to my parent's and Brittany is still not back. I tried calling her only to find her phone ringing on her nightstand. I'm really worried. Well that's actually an understatement. I'm terrified. Apart from not knowing where she went, she's been gone for a long time, and I don't know what's going to happen when she comes back. We haven't been together for one full month yet and I'm already ruining things.

There's a soft knock on Brittany's door and I see Bri's head poke in. "Sweety, we have to get going. It's rude to keep your parents waiting. I'm sure Brittany will meet us there."

I nod and keep my eyes down. It's embarrassing having to be around Brittany's family right now. Bri didn't make any comments about what happened, but I know she heard us argue because when I came back into the house after Brittany left, she and Brittany's grandmother were quietly sitting in the living room, which I hadn't noticed the first time I was in there.

"See you in a bit, Tubs," I say to the cat. He switched Brittany bed for his own little one a few days ago and started picking at his food. I thought he was done, but I'm really hoping that he keeps getting better.

The ride to my parents' house is a quiet one. I'm sure Mr. Pierce and Jamie are up to date on the Brittany situation. I don't blame Bri. I know she had to tell them something when they asked where Brittany was.

"Don't you worry, schatz," Oma Abi says, as she lays her soft old hand on my arm. "Britty will come back soon. She just need to clean her head. She will come back. You see." She gives me a little wink and I smile.

Oma Abi is the sweetest old lady ever but sometimes I have no idea what she says half the time. She's like a German version of Betty White who throws in random German words whenever she speaks.

I might not understand her sometimes, but I definitely got what she just said. And I hope she's right.

My mom and dad greet us at the door and my mom tells me to take the punch and food we brought to the kitchen. I step into the house and quickly greet some of my relatives. I see no sign of my grandmother and thank the Lord. I hope she didn't make it for some reason. Or maybe she found out I was here and decided not to join us.

I continue to the kitchen with a relieved smile on my face only to find that I celebrated too early.

My grandma is standing at the stove stirring a kitchen spoon inside a huge steel pot. She has her back turned towards me so she hasn't seen me yet. I can just turn back and leave. But where am I suppose to leave the stuff I'm holding? I'm going to have to confront her sooner or later. Might as well do it now before Brittany gets here.

I set the food down on the kitchen table and she turns around at the sound. We look at each other for a few seconds before she turns back around and continues her stirring.

"Are those tamales?" She asks in a low voice. She doesn't sound angry, but she definitely doesn't sound excited either.

"Yes," I answer.

"You made them?"

"Yeah. Brittany and I."

She grabs a measuring cup full of sugar off the counter and pours it into the pot.

I move a step forward and try to get a glimpse at what she's doing.

I don't know if she felt me move closer or she just knows me that well that she knew what I was wondering. "It's atole," she answers in the same tone as before.

"Oh. We brought punch."

She nods her head and I don't know what else to say. I'm about to leave because this feels extremely forced, but I hear her clear her throat.

"How have you been? Your mother told me you're living in California." She's still not looking at me, but her voice sounds softer. I think she might genuinely be interested in knowing how I'm doing.

"Yeah, I like it there. It's always warm and sunny... And I got a job at this music company so... it's going good."

"You have to be careful out there. There's a lot of crazy people."

I smile. "I know. I'm being careful."

"Santana!" My mother calls. "Come here, please!"

I hold my stance for a while longer to give my grandmother an opportunity to say something but she doesn't.

"Santana!"

"Coming!" I shout back.

"Don't make her wait," my grandmother says.

I nod even though I know she can't see me and walk back through the foyer and into the living room. I'm staring at the ground so lost in thought that I walk right into her.

"Brittany," I exhale once I look up.

"Hi."

I take a chance and lightly grip her fingers with my own, breathing a little easier when when she doesn't pull away. "Can we talk?"

She nods and I lead us up the stairs and away from everyone's leering eyes.

My heart is beating a little faster than usual because I'm kind of nervous. I really hope she accepts my apology. She did come back here so that's got to be a good sign, right?

I close my bedroom's door behind us and we take seat on my bed.

"Brittany, I'm so sorry. I was a total bitch for saying what I said earlier. I didn't mean it though. I swear. I was just upset about what Adam told me and stuff just came out my mouth. Please forgive me. I don't want to ruin our first Christmas back together. All I want is-"

"Santana, stop talking."

I pull my lips inward and nod.

"I do forgive you. Of course I do. I know you didn't mean to hurt me by saying that, but it still did hurt. A lot."

"Brittany-"

"Wait... You didn't mean to hurt me... but you did mean what you said."

"What? No-"

"It's okay though. In reality what you said is true... kind of. I didn't plan my pregnancy. It was a mistake in that sense. But me having a kid would never be a mistake. It's something I want. The only reason why I was so hurt by what you said is because I'm still sensitive about what happened... when I was pregnant."

I hold her hand tighter and fight the sting in my chest. "Britt, I'm sorry. I know I keep saying it but I really mean it. I feel like the worst person in the world. And it doesn't matter if what I said is true or not because it was completely uncalled for. I know what happened to you is one of the worst things a woman can go through and I should have never said what I said."

Brittany twists her lips and her eyebrows push together in an effort to keep herself from crying.

"It's just that... I had already gotten used to the idea of having a baby," she says, and the first tear comes rolling down her cheek. "I had already pictured it's tiny hands and it's little feet."

"Britt..." I don't know what to say. I'm back to being the stuttering mess I was when she had the miscarriage.

But this time the need to make her feel better is bigger than ever. I feel it in my chest. It makes my heart pound desperately.

So maybe it's the way she's choking back her sobs or the way her nose is turning red. Or simply the way she's hurting without me being able to do anything about it. But what I say next surprises me the most.

"Britt, maybe- I mean, I'm not saying you can replace... that baby but... if you want to have a baby... maybe we can have one."

She tries catching her breath and eyes me curiously. "What?"

That's definitely not the response I was expecting and it makes me wonder if it's too late for me to back out. Or maybe I can make it sound like I offered something else. Like when you say 'I love you' and if the other person doesn't say it back you can just say that you meant to say 'olive juice.' Not that I've ever tried it 'cause I don't know how that even makes sense but... Ugh. I can't back out.

"A baby. You and me." I try to clarify.

She wipes her wet cheeks dry and focuses her attention on me. "But you yelled at Adam because he's adopting one."

"Well, yeah. But that's them and we're us."

"How is it different for us?"

Why is she asking so many questions? I thought she would just agree and jump up and down.

"I- I don't know. Because I love you?"

"They love each other too."

"Geez, Brittany. Is the thought of raising a kid with me that puzzling?"

"No, of course not. I would love to have a baby with you." She smiles and squeezes my knee. "That has always been one of my biggest dreams."

"It has?"

She nods. "But... I never told you 'cause I always thought you didn't want any. But you do?"

"I do if I get to have them with you."

Her face beams but quickly returns to confusion. "But why were you so upset when Adam told you they're adopting?"

"Because! I mean, I want to have kids with you but not at this very moment. I want us to have a chance to enjoy each other's companies without having to worry about sharing it with anyone else. I want us to be greedy for a while. Adam and Jax." I shake my head. "They're going to lose that."

"But honey, it's not like they're kids who don't know what they're doing. If they feel ready then they should be allowed to do it and you should be supportive. Just because you don't feel ready it doesn't mean they're suppose to feel the same way. You're their friend and even if you don't agree with their decisions you have to be there for them."

I groan and collapse back into my bed. I'm annoyed, not at Brittany but at what she's saying because I know that it's true.

She crawls next to me and lays on her side to look at me. "So you want to make babies with me?" She asks with a giggle. "That's like the best Christmas gift ever."

I laugh and match her position so that I'm looking at her. "I know, right? But I want them like, a long long longgggg time from now."

"How long?" She asks, playfully.

"Thirty years from now."

"Thirty! Your mama eggs will be all dried up by then."

I scoff. "I'm not popping out any crying slash pooping machines. That's going to be your job."

"But what if I want them to have your big pouty lips and your perfect, amazing, smile?"

"Too bad. You're just going to have to make the most out of my lips and smile or find a ridiculously good looking donor that looks just like me. And if you end up going with option number two, I wish you the best of luck because I know there's not one idiot out there that's as hot as me."

Brittany laughs. "Okay, I'll have our babies then. But don't complain if my body doesn't look the same after."

"I will always love you and your body. I wouldn't care if you lost all your fingers or gained ten more."

"Wanky," she says with smirk.

I lean in and hold my lips against hers. They feel different. In a good way. They taste sweeter. Maybe it's because now I know I'm kissing the lips of not only the woman I love but the mother of my future children. Because there is now no doubt in my mind that this beautiful girl is the person that I will share that experience with.

"Oh!" I break the kiss and hurry off the bed. "My parents always wait until midnight to open presents, but I want to give you yours now. Come here," I say, waving her over to the closet.

She scurries off the bed and stands next to me. Her eyes are still red from crying, but they sparkle with excitement. "My gift is here?"

"Mhm. I didn't want to keep it at your house and risk you finding it. Go ahead," I motion to the closet door. "Open it."

She swings the door open and gasps.

"It's for Tubs. For when we take him with us," I explain. "Do you like it? I bought a new cushion so he can be comfortable during the plane ride."

Brittany pulls out the pink pet carrier from the closet and holds it up to see inside of it. "It's perfect, San! Lord Tubbington is going to love it!" She wraps her free arm around my neck and kisses me hard. "Let's go show my mom! Oh! Wait!" She sets the carrier back down and snatches her purse off my bed. "I want to give you your gift too," she says, and pulls out a white envelope with the words 'Merry Christmas' written across it in red marker. "Here."

"Is it money?" I ask and wiggle my eyebrows.

"I don't knowww," she sings. "Open it!"

I pull the paper lid up and pull out two tickets. "Tickets?" I turn them over and notice the American Airlines logo.

"They're plane tickets!" Brittany exclaims. "For New York! So we can see the ball drop together!"

"What? How did you get these?" I ask. I'm literally amazed.

"I pulled a few strings," she says, proudly. "Ok, Rachel gave me the hook up, but we're going to spend New Years in New York!"

I finally look up from the tickets, my mouth still open and in shock. "Brittany...this is like the best gift ever."

"So you like it?" She asks, hopeful.

"Duh! It's the best gift I've ever gotten." I glance at the carrier and frown. "It kinda makes my gift look like crap."

"What? No! Yours is totally as cool. And it's for me and Lord Tubbington so it's even better."

I give her an appreciative smile and pull her into a hug, holding my arms tightly around her neck. She encircles my midsection and pulls me off the ground.

"Ahh!" I yelp, wrapping my legs around her hips. "I love you. You have no idea how much."

After a few more minutes of hugs and kisses I take Brittany's hand and lead us out the room. There's loud laughs and chatting coming from the living room area and I sigh because that means all the Lopezes are here. It's not that I dislike them, I just dislike being in their presence when they're all together.

We're about to walk down the stairs, but I feel her tense next to me and I stop to look at her.

"What's wrong?"

She let's go of my hand and her eyes scan the foyer behind me. "Your Abuela is here?"

"Yeah, she's here." It's weird hearing Brittany call her that. I mean, that's what she's always called her, but I haven't referred to her by that name in so long. "Maybe we should keep our distance... just while we're here. I don't want to make anyone uncomfortable."

Everyone in my family already knows about my sexuality. Most of them didn't care and the ones that couldn't handle it, (which were two of my aunts) stopped talking to me for the most part. But I don't mind at all because they're still civil to me and I never liked them to begin with so it's not like I care if I make them uncomfortable. Which takes me back to what Brittany just said. I know that when she said 'anyone' she meant my grandmother. Probably my dad too, since she noticed how he gave her the cold shoulder.

Thinking about my dad, my aunts, and my grandmother making Brittany feel like she can't be herself around them infuriates me. She shouldn't have to worry about pleasing anyone. She shouldn't have to feel bad about holding my hand or kissing me. No one should be allowed to do that to her. Especially family.

I try to keep my cool and take her hand again. "Don't worry about it, Britt," I say with my best reassuring smile. "Just pretend like they're not even here. We won't be sticking around for long anyway. It's already kinda late."

She nods with uncertainty and we walk down the stairs, making a stop at the kitchen to get some drinks. A few of my uncles are already there sneaking some rum into the punch we brought and warning their kids not to drinking it. So much for Jamie getting to try it.

We move quietly around the kitchen and I fill up two cups with my grandmother's atole. I hand one over to Brittany and wait for her to take a sip. She always loved my grandma's atole. The first time she tried it she hadn't had a clue of what it was, but she asked me if she could have a cup of her own. Every year after that she made sure to always remind me to save her some along with her plate of our christmas leftovers. She's as obsessed with my family's cooking as I am with Breadstix.

My Uncle Felix walks in and immediately walks over to us once he sees us.

"Santana!" He yells in his thick voice, and picks me off the floor in one of his typical bear hugs. "I was looking for you. Here." He hands me a sealed envelope. "Congratulations, college graduate!"

Oh right I had forgotten about.

"Thank you, Uncle Felix."

"Hello, Brittany! What are you doing here?" He asks with sincere curiosity.

I know what he said sounded rude, but he didn't mean anything by it, other than to find out why she's here. He knows we broke up because he's one of the few people in my family who is always interested in what's going on in my life, so that's why he's probably wondering why she's here. There is definitely better ways to find out, but he has never had any type of verbal filter so I'm not surprised by his question and neither is Brittany.

"I came with Santana," she answers, a smile breaking across her face.

My uncle narrows his eyes comically and points a finger at us. "Are you two ladies doing each other again?"

I choke on my drink and begin coughing like a maniac because it went down my windpipe.

Brittany pats my back as I regain control over myself and says, "Not yet," in an offhand whisper.

My uncle belly-laughs and I feel my face get hot. I don't know if it's because of Brittany's comment or the fact that I now how atole chilling in my lungs.

Did she really just say that? To my uncle? I mean, it is Brittany, so I guess I shouldn't be surprised, but it totally caught me off guard. Hence the choking.

"Are you okay?" She brings her hand up to my face and cleans the smudges off my nose and cheeks.

At that very moment my grandmother walks in just in time to see Brittany clean off the last trace of liquid off my face and give me a kiss on the cheek. She follows my line of sight and notices my grandmother staring at us. "Sorry," she mumbles and leans away from me.

My grandmother purses her lips and turns back the way she came.

Earlier, when I talked to her in the kitchen, I had gotten my hopes up and thought that she had maybe finally came around. She was talking to me again and asking how I was. I thought she had a change of heart, but I was wrong. So wrong.

"Don't worry about her, Santana. She's an old woman with religious beliefs. She's the toughest one to crack, but you're her favorite granddaughter. She'll come around.."

"I don't think so," I say and pull Brittany closer to me. "But whatever."

We chat with my uncle for a while until my mom comes into the kitchen and tells me it's rude to hide out and that we need to go sit with everyone else. I argue with her because I'm not twelve anymore but we end up following her and joining the rest of my family.

My grandmother is sitting down next to my two aunts who only cared to wave to me from afar. How ironic. It's like it's the homophobic corner of the house. Jamie sits down next to us and distracts me for the rest of the night with stories about her soccer team and the ass-wipe kids that giver her shit at school. And when Brittany is busy with her second bowl of locrio, I share some of my best comebacks with Jamie.

When midnight arrives my obnoxious uncles, who've had too many cups of punch, cheer loudly and go around the room giving everyone hugs.

I lean into Brittany, who is sitting next to me, and trap her in a side hug. I burry my face in the crook of her neck and don't show my face again until my uncles give up and stop asking me for hugs. "Merry Christmas, Britt,".

"Feliz Nah-vi-tad," she says in her heavy American accent.

I chuckle at her cuteness and lean forward to kiss her, but she pulls back a little. I open my eyes and see her glance my grandma's way before looking down embarrassedly.

"Brtt," I call, but she doesn't look up. Not bothering to even look at my grandma I grip Brittany's chin gently and tilt her head up until I can see her eyes again. "It's okay." I let my eyes linger on hers then close them again and lean in a little, waiting for her to meet me halfway.

I can tell he's holding her breath because I don't feel it on my lips, but she releases it just before her lips touch mine. She doesn't hold the kiss for long but when I open my eyes she's smiling timidly and smile back because I know she's getting over her fear just for me.

I don't even care to look at a certain side of the room because I know all I'll find are glares so I focus on watching everyone open their gifts.

Not too long after Brittany's dad stands up along with Bri which means it's time to go. While I say my goodbyes to my parents Brittany runs upstairs to bring down the pet carrier.

"Mija," my mom starts. "Are you sure you don't want to stay? Brittany is welcomed too."

"Not tonight, Mami. I don't think it's the best time to stay."

She frowns. "Will you spend New Years with us?"

I shake my head. "Brittany got us tickets to go to New York. It was her Christmas gift to me," I happily inform her.

"Wow, that's a very good gift, Santana. That's very sweet of her."

My father overhears, or more like eavesdrops, and joins the conversation. "Your mom and I spent New Years there once. It was one of our best New Years. I'm sure you and Brittany are going to have a lot of fun."

All I do is stare at him because that was the last thing I was expecting him to say after the conversation we had on my birthday.

People used to tell me I was bi-polar because I changed my mind and moods a lot but the only reason why that happened was because of Brittany. If I was mad or sad she always knew the how to make me smile again. If we went to the movies and I wanted to watch a horror film she always knew how to make me want to watch a comedy instead. Now that I think of it, she's a very manipulative person. But she's a sweet and very sexy manipulative person so it's okay.

Anyway, my point is that if I was really bi-polar, I would have inherited it from my dad because what the hell? Just a few days ago he wanted me to ditch Brittany and move to New York and now he's telling me just how much fun I'm going to have with her there.

I hear my Uncle Felix's obnoxious laugh coming from the stairs and see that he's laughing at something Brittany said.

"Santana, I'm sorry for what I said to you the other day. You're obviously not a kid anymore and can make decisions on your own. If Brittany's the one who makes you happy then that's who you should be with." He rubs his freshly shaved chin. "My uh... my offer will always stand though. You can bring Brittany of course," he adds before I can say anything. "It would be nice to have you closer to us. The both of you."

I give him and tight smile and nod. "Thanks, Dad."

"Bye, Mrs. Lopez." Brittany comes almost skipping towards us and hugs my mom. "Your food was delicious."

"Ohh, Brittany," my mom says, with a swish of her wrist. "You're too kind."

Brittany smiles but turns nervous when she looks at my dad. "Thank you for having us, Mr. Lopez," she says in a diplomatic tone.

"My pleasure, Brittany. Maybe next year we can fly down to Los Angeles."

I know exactly what that means and so does Brittany because she clearly relaxes and smiles again. "That'd be nice."

Of course that I don't bother saying goodbye to my grandma after the way she behaved so Brittany and I walk out hand in hand towards her car.

"Wait! Britty!"

I look out the window as Brittany turns the engine on and see Oma Abi hurrying down the street. "Oh my God. What is she doing?"

Brittany jumps out the car and runs to help her walk the rest of the way. "Oma, you shouldn't be running like that." Brittany says softly, as she guides her inside the car.

Her grandmother makes a weird scoff sound before saying, "I'm not too old Britty!" She also says something else in German and Brittany responds by saying 'young'. "Ah! I'm young. Yes."

Once she's buckled in on her seat we start the drive back to the Pierce's.

"Why were you running like that?" Brittany ask her.

"I want to have time with you and Santana. And I want to tell you Santana, Oma Lopez is ubel! Ubel!"

"What's that mean?" I ask Brittany.

She giggles. "It means evil."

"She's saying my grandma is evil?"

"Yes! Ubel!" Oma Abi shouts.. "I saw." She points at her eyes. "But Oma Abi is not ubel." She takes my left hand and tugs on Brittany's right arm until she hands her hand over to her. "I love Britty and I love you, Santana." She speaks German for the next five minutes and when she's done she brings my hand closer to Brittany for her to take. When she does Oma Abi leans back on her seat contently.

"So what did she say?"

"She said she supports us. And she wants us to give her grandchildren before she goes to heaven."

I laugh. "She did not say that."

Brittany grins and kisses my hand. "She just wants us to be happy."

I take a deep breath and tighten my grip around her hand. "Me too."

sorry if this was a litte too long, but I wanted to fit all of Christmas into one chapter.

Also, I know I'm withholding the sex (muahahaha) but we'll get to it soon, promise!