A/N: This was prompted by intheforestofthenight; Samchel Christmas with a choice of Quinntana, Fierce, or Brittana (I chose Quinntana) plus kids. I don't know what this is but I had fun writing it anyway. XD Thanks!

Rachel's singing as she strings up the Christmas lights. "C'mon," she cajoles as she finishes up the strand she's holding, "Lift me!"

"Haven't you learned from last time?" Santana teases, taking a sip of her rum topped off eggnog. She's sitting on the couch, feet propped up on the coffee table and offering trademark snide remarks whenever they're warranted. Quinn, curled into her side, reading up on her law homework while not watching the festivities as well, nods. "Mmhm. Just find a ladder, Rachel."

From where he's standing next to her, having been handing her the lights, Sam laughs. "They're right, Rache. We had to almost get a whole new tree hours before our families arrived."

Frowning, Rachel crosses her arms. "Yes, but this time we know what to expect." Walking to Sam's side, she bats her eyes, smiling up at him, "The tree won't be the same without it..."

Santana smirks, leaning down to whisper in Quinn's ear, "We know how this is going to turn out, don't we?"

Grinning, Quinn covers her mouth with her book.

Sam's lips curve up, and he finally caves, turning Rachel around to prepare his hands around her waist after handing her the shiny gold star tree topper. "Your fault," he says into her ear, "If this goes horribly wrong."

Rachel pats his arms. "Have some faith, Sam. I believe in your muscles."

That makes Sam puff up, and even though he obviously knows his wife is buttering him up, he picks her up, sliding his arm around her upper thighs to anchor her. When Rachel requests him to lift her higher, he sucks in a deep breath and does so.

"Woo!" Santana eggs him on, pretending like she's throwing out money, "Work it, White Chocolate!"

Quinn slaps her thigh, "Stop it, Santana. You'll make him drop her." By this time, she has sat up, snuggling into Santana's side so she can get a better view.

"Then it'll just be a repeat of last year."

"We can hear you," Sam grunts, resettling his feet. "Rache. Almost done?"

One hand tensing on Sam's arms, her other reaching out, Rachel is holding the star by the tip, trying to drop it into place. She's practically there, but, "Loosen your arm, I can't lean forward enough."

"Are you kidding? No way!"

Santana turns to Quinn. "Ten bucks says it all comes down."

Grinning, the blonde shakes her head. "Not going to bet against because it's going to happen."

"You guys aren't helping!" Straining, Rachel finally shoves her hand forward, tipping the star onto the top of the tree; his arms tightening around her, Sam lets out a sharp huff, jerking her back and down before she topples over. Catching her as she slides down his body, he laughs in relief. Laughing as well, Rachel whirls around to kiss him, crushing his mouth to hers. "We did it!"

Santana pouts. "Dammit, they did it."

Quinn strokes her arm, unable to hide a grin. "It just means we don't have to spend time getting another tree," she offers, then leans in to kiss her.

"Oh, I can get down with this," Santana murmurs, setting her drink down onto the coffee table and sliding her arms around Quinn's back, "How much longer before the - "

"We're back!" Kurt calls out as the door to Sam and Rachel's house opens, the sounds of little feet pounding on the floor preceding three blurs of color racing into the living room. "Auntie Rachel! Uncle Sam!" the two younger kids babble, wrapping themselves around Sam and Rachel's legs, "Look what Uncles Kurt and Adam got us! Christmas hats!"

"Hey, what about us?" Santana laughs, pulling away from Quinn and pretending to be left out, then scoops the oldest child into her lap, "Guess I'll just make do with this little one. Well, Leia? Did the Uncles Two get you a Christmas hat?"

Leia Evans giggles, grabbing at the red and white hat on her head. "Can't you see it?"

"I don't know..." Quinn grins at her goddaughter, "It could just be a fake. How do we know it's really a Christmas hat and not some knock-off?"

Leia gives her a patented Berry stare. "Don't be silly. Why would we buy a fake Christmas hat?"

Already done with Sam and Rachel oohing and ahhing over the new additions to their holiday wardrobe, Jack and Celia Lopez-Fabray drop down onto their free mother's lap, cuddling into her. "Mommy?" Jack asks loudly, "Why couldn't we find Lee-Lee a blue an' white Hann-kah hat?"

"Because they don't make Hanukkah hats," Rachel explains, patting her daughter's head as she walks past them to head to the kitchen where she can hear Kurt and Adam talking while putting groceries away.

"...But nothing says we can't make one!" Sam finishes for his wife, grinning at the bundle of bodies on his couch, "And one for Auntie Rachel too, huh, guys? Something to do before the cookies are ready to be decorated!"

The kids squeal, jumping all over themselves to scramble up. "We need paper!" Celia says, Jack nodding excitedly next to her. "An' glitter and pens," he adds.

"Oh, I've got Hanukkah stickers in my room!" Leia chatters, grabbing their hands to pull them down the hall, "C'mon!"

Watching them go, Sam, Quinn, and Santana share looks, laughing.

"Well, I think that's my cue to grab the presents out of the car," Quinn stands up, offering her hand to Santana and raising an eyebrow, "Join me?"

Accepting her hand, Santana slides her arm around her waist, turning them towards the front door. "If it means some backseat macking, I'm in."

Sam chuckles. "Just be back in time to help Rachel oversee the kids' cookies, or she'll never forgive you," he says to their backs. Once they're gone, he groans and stretches his back out, rotating his arms. "At least we did it," he sighs, looking up at the star, "But I'm so getting a back rub tonight."

"That's not all you're getting," Rachel says, hugging him from behind. Slipping around to kiss him, she sighs happily when he folds her in his arms. "Mmm... I love you."

Sam kisses her forehead, hugging her securely. "Love you too." Rubbing her back, he pulls away, lips turning up as he meets her eyes, "Now... About those cookies?"