I've finally updated! I'm so sorry for the huge delay in this chapter, for some reason it took me forever to write and I kept getting stuck. Not sure how I feel about it- would love to know what you think, so please review! Hope you like it!

As always this is for Manda- my inspiration and my amazing friend. Enjoy xx

And I don't own Glee, or any of the characters. Sad face.

Also, the lyric at the end is from Mariah Carey's "All I want For Christmas Is You."

Libby xx

Santana loves Christmas. It makes her feel all giddy and twirly and excited. Especially when she gets to play snowball fights with Puck. She always wins.

But it's Christmas Eve and she doesn't feel giddy and she doesn't feel excited. Even watching the snow isn't helping, it just looks a though the sky is crying onto the trees.

"Santana! What are you doing out here sweetheart?" The tiny girl is sitting on Jane's front step, her dark hair curling in ribbons underneath her red beanie. Jane sits down beside her, feels Santana press up against her.

"What's wrong?"

She's trying to be brave, trying to show Jane that she's a big girl now. But her throat is hurting from trying not to cry and she can feel the tears in her eyes, stinging her skin and making her feel like she's crying icicles.

"Mummy says I've been naughty. Daddy says Santa won't come to me this year." Her voice is shaking and her lips are quivering. She's tried to be good, honest she has. She can't help it that Puck has crazy ideas. They were only playing Tarzan and Jane, they didn't mean for Puck to break his arm. And they had almost got the cartwheels perfect, until Santana accidentally knocked the TV over. Her mummy and daddy just get so mad. They don't like Puck very much, they don't understand that her and Puck are married and will be together always. Her mummy has even taken away her red ring. The memory makes Santana's heart hurt and the tears that were hiding under her eyelashes start to fall.

Jane wraps the tiny girl into a big hug; kissing the top of her beanie-clad head and feeling her heart break just a little.

"Now you listen to me my darling girl. Don't you ever let anyone tell you that you aren't good enough, do you hear me?" She feels Santana curl into her side like a little snail, feels tiny arms wrap around her waist.

"Even mummies?" comes a muffled voice under Jane's arm.

"Yes, even mummies." Jane sighs, hugging Santana tight against her. The little dark haired treasure is the best thing that has ever happened to her son, or for her that matter, and she will be damned if anyone makes Santana feel otherwise, her own parents included. She takes Santana's face in her hands, wipes away the glittery tracks on her rosy cheeks and kisses her on the forehead. Santana closes her eyes; Jane's hands warm against her skin and making the ice on her face melt away.

"And you know what? I think you're at the top of Santa's nice list. Didn't you come visit Puck in hospital when he broke his arm? And haven't you helped me with Sarah lots and lots?"

Santana nods, a shy smile playing on her face. "So you think I've been good enough for Santa?"

"Absolutely"

This is almost too much. As quickly as it had disappeared, Santana's excitement for Christmas comes rushing back and her tummy is once again full of butterflies and her head full of candy canes. Santana throws herself at Jane, the older woman becoming entangled in a firework of silky curls and gangly limbs. She laughs as Santana buries her face in her neck, forgotten tears still damp on her cheeks.

"Happy Hanukkah" she whispers into Jane's ear. She knows this is Puck's Christmas. She likes it; you get seven days of presents instead of just one. Last year Puck gave her a different shaped cookie every day, there was even one with a red jellybean in it, like her red ring. She kisses Jane, gives her the sweetest smile. She loves Jane so much she thinks she'll burst.

"Merry Christmas baby girl."

Santana is watching the Christmas lights and trying to not cry. She wants to make this perfect, it's their first Christmas as a family and she wants it to be one to remember.

Her mother's earlier words shatter around her like the tree ornament Puck had dropped before. All beautiful and sweet, until one wrong move and it splinters and cuts you to the core.

"Santana, you're being ridiculous. Mahalia isn't even one. She won't remember any of this." That's not the point she wants to say. It's her first Christmas, it should be magical. Full of candy canes and cuddles. And her grandparents, no matter how much they loathe the fact that her and Puck are still together. Her tears sparkle under the glow of the lights as the phone in her hand rings again. Santana just about flings it into the Christmas tree until she spots the caller ID.

"Jane…" It comes out somewhere between a sob and a sigh of relief, and all of a sudden she can't breathe and the self doubt, the worry and the failure start to stream down her cheeks.

"Santana, don't you listen to anything your mother says." Jane has this uncanny ability to know exactly what Santana is thinking even before she says anything, something her son has inherited from her, much to Santana's amazement. In spite of herself, Santana smiles down the phone, already starting to feel better.

"I just want it to be perfect for her." She whispers, not quite trusting herself to speak without her voice breaking.

"I know you do. But sweetheart, she's not even a year old. She'll be just as happy playing in mountains of wrapping paper. Like that Christmas you got a trampoline, and all you did was play mummies and daddies with Puck in the giant box it came in. You know what will make it perfect? You and Puck enjoying the day with your daughter. I know how much you love Christmas."

"I guess." She plays with her hair, red and green dancing on her coconut skin.

"No guessing. Only fact. Kiss that gorgeous granddaughter for me and I'll see you both tomorrow. Love you sweetheart."

Santana kisses the phone, like she used to do when she was younger, and like Leah does now whenever she hears her Nanna Jane's voice on the phone. She loved that woman, she really did. If she can be half the parent to Leah that Jane has been to both her and Puck, then she'll be happy. As she ends the call she hears Puck coming up behind her.

"Ready?"

"Ready for what?" She turns around and all at once feels a smile playing on her mouth.

Puck has Leah all dressed up for outside. She looks like a miniature candy cane, her dark peach fuzz hair sticking out under a red and white stripped beanie, little red ear muffs on, and a red and white striped snowsuit with Santa Baby on it (where does Puck find this stuff?). Puck's trying in vain to put an ice cube in her tiny hand, and all Leah wants to do is put it in her mouth.

"And why is Leah eating an ice cube?"

Puck grins at her, eyebrows wiggling suggestively and it's all she can do not to burst out laughing.

"Duh, San. It's her first snowball fight. Gotta start her off with something small. She can't hold a proper snowball. It'd probably squash her."

She laughs; she loves how excited he gets about snowball fights. She's pretty sure it's his favourite part of Christmas. Next to the presents of course. She goes to hug him, caressing his mohawk, and running her hand over Leah's candy cane head. Sometimes she still can't believe she's got them both. Her thoughts are interrupted by Leah squirming between them.

"Come on San, you're at an advantage. Leah just ate her ammunition." The rosy cheeked dark haired baby smiles up at her mother, and Santana melts like the ice cube.

As they break apart, she reaches for something in her pocket and hands it to him.

"I almost forgot…your Hanukkah present." He smirks at her, loves how they've made their own traditions, their own way of doing things (hey, they're Puck and Santana, haven't they always?). He looks down at what she's given him; he thinks she's gotten Leah to draw on a card. But it's black, and as he stares at it, he can make out a head, thinks he sees a hand, knows there's a baby somewhere in the snow of that sonogram. He can't believe it and he looks at her and she's smiling and there are tears in her eyes again and he's pretty sure he's crying too. She wraps her arms around him, kisses her daughter on the nose, and kisses her husband full on the mouth, tasting candy canes, snow and mischief. He breathes her in, she smells like pine needles (Santana loves to lie under the tree. It's adorable), excitement and cookies. Christmas lights dance rainbows on their skin and they sway to their own carol of passion and love.

She looks up at him with those gorgeous chocolate eyes, and he's still overwhelmed by how much he loves his family.

"Merry Christmas Puck"

And he thinks Leah's first Christmas is turning out to be the best one yet.

All I want for Christmas is you.