A/N: Merry Christmas, everyone! As a Christmas gift for all of you I am giving you this chapter :) This is based on the most recent Christmas episode "Previously Unaired Christmas," except this version goes a little differently. ;) Happy Holidays!

Here Comes Santa Claus

"Please, Santana, we are begging you!" exclaimed Rachel through the phone. "We really need you to be Mrs. Claus!" Kurt's voice came after Rachel's. "These kid's are getting vicious, and fast! They've been asking and chanting for Santa for the past half hour, and he's passed out in the bathroom, totally hammered. Parents are getting impatient and starting to leave."

Santana grumbled, throwing her head back over the edge of the bathtub. "Why can't you do it, Lady Hummel? I mean, you were practically born to play Mrs. Claus."

"Come on, Santana. Please. For me?" asked Rachel in a soft, sweet voice.

Santana sighed and bit her bottom lip, keeping herself from smirking, and a warm, pleasant feeling spread through her body. She had come to the apartment to change out of her slutty elf costume and take a bath for a reason, and it wasn't because she was feeling dirty or sweaty. She needed a break from all of these feelings overwhelming her. Ever since Rachel had broken up with Brody, her boyfriend who had turned out to be a male prostitute ('long story, don't ask,' was always Rachel's explanation to others), she had started to have... strong feelings for the adorable, tiny brunette. The way she had just asked her to dress up as Mrs. Claus for her... she could barely take it. These feelings had started months and months ago, and increasingly developed as each day passed. She could barely hold them in and deal with them any longer, and she had to get over them. Rachel was straight. So she gave her one-word answer to being Mrs. Claus.

"No."

Rachel growled. "Santana, why are you so stubborn sometimes?" She heard Rachel sigh, which, even over the phone, sounded so cute. "Fine. I guess that means I'll dress up as Mrs. Claus."

Santana felt her eyes widen slowly. She had seen the Mrs. Claus outfit that they found in the mall's storage unit in the costume section, while they were getting their elf costumes. It was probably one of the sexiest Mrs. Claus costumes she had ever seen. And if it were on Rachel...

There was a battle going on in her head, between going to see Rachel in this outfit or just doing what she should do, staying home and trying to get rid of these infectious feelings for her beautiful brunette roommate. And she knew the decision she was about to make, she was going to regret.

"You know what? You've convinced me. I'll come back, and help out."

She heard Rachel squeal. "Oh, thank you! We need all of the help we can get! Do you want to be Mrs. Claus?"

Santana cleared her throat. "Uhm, no, no, I-I'll leave that for you."

"Ok, that's okay, I guess. See you in a bit."

"Everyone! Are you excited to see Mrs. Claus?!" Santana heard Kurt exclaim through the doors they were standing behind. They were in a giant wooden present which was part of the stage in the mall. There were changing rooms and such inside.

When She heard no response from the kids, she heard Kurt repeat, "Are you excited?!"

"Hurry your Jewish ass up, Berry! Just because this is a Christian holiday you are representing doesn't mean you can waste time and not care, the kids are waiting out there! Do you have no sense of urgency? Kurt is about to give you your cue!" Santana ordered.

"God, calm down, Santana!" Rachel giggled. "I'm almost done, just zipping up these incredibly high boots and... Done!" Rachel walked out from behind the wooden screen she was changing behind, and Santana almost gasped. She looked absolutely incredible. Santana wasn't even sure what to do, or say. Her body was screaming for her to grab her by the waist and pull her in really close, lean in and...

"Santana? Did you hear me?" said Rachel. "I asked what do you think of it?" She did a little twirl, showing off the outfit.

Santana, not showing anything she was currently feeling, shrugged. "I'd look way hotter in it," she lied.

Rachel rolled her eyes, just in time to hear Kurt's cue: "Well, here she is! Mrs. Claus!"

Rachel pushed open the doors, and all the kids began to cheer, thank God.

"Who's ready to sit in my lap?" Rachel exclaimed as Santana began to walk out from the wooden box. More cheers from the crowd.

"I sure as hell am," muttered Santana under her breath, sideways glancing at the beautiful girl to her right, dressed up as Mrs. Claus.

"Man, this is a lot harder work than I thought," said Rachel, stretching out her arms. "I've had at least 6 dozen kids sit in my lap today. I'm ready for a break."

Santana couldn't take it. She was about to do something crazy, something she would probably regret. She walked over to Santa's chair Rachel was on and sat herself down right on her lap, sitting sideways on the chair, wrapping her arms around Rachel's neck and putting her outstretched legs on the armrest in front of her. Santana crossed her legs slowly and looked down at her, smiling.

"I think you have time for one more," she said softly.

Rachel looked startled, but okay with it. She began to giggle. "San, what is this about?" she said through laughs.

Although her giggles sparked butterflies in her stomach, Santana gave Rachel an annoyed look, cocking her head slightly to the side. "Okay, new rule. You, Rachel Berry, are the only person on this earth who is allowed to call me that."

Rachel smiled, an emotion Santana couldn't read sparkling in her eyes. "Oh?" she said. "Why only me?"

Santana bit her lower lip, not breaking the eye contact they were sharing. I really hope this works, because if it does, this will be the best Christmas ever, she thought. I'm going to have to be really seductive and sexy. Luckily for me, that comes naturally. She slid one of her hands from Rachel's neck down to her shoulder, and then her waist, as she moved herself even closer to Rachel. As she did this, she noticed Rachel's dark eyes flutter slightly, and Rachel let out a small whimper, like Santana's hand was something she was afraid of, yet something she enjoyed very much.

Santana put her lips right next to Rachel's ear. Rachel bit her lower lip, feeling Santana's warm breath on her ear and cheek.

"Mrs. Claus, can I tell you what I want for Christmas this year?" Santana whispered. Rachel's eyes fluttered in pleasure and she let out a small moan once again, this time her eyes closing. Rachel nodded, and Santana smiled and proceeded to whisper. "I don't care what you call me, or what you do, or what you say. All I know is that I want you for Christmas, and nothing else in the entire world." She leaned her forehead onto the side of Rachel's head, breathing in her citrus-scented hair. "Do you think you could do that for me, Mrs. Claus? It's all I ask for, and I've been really good this year..."

Rachel turned her head and opened her eyes, looking right into Santana's. Their faces were just inches away, and Rachel's lips were so close to hers Santana could practically taste them. She wanted to kiss her so badly it was driving her crazy, and she couldn't hold onto her sanity much longer. But before Santana could lean in, Rachel beat her to it, softly pressing her cherry-flavored lips onto hers, keeping them there for a drawn-out couple of seconds, then broke away, giggling just slightly. Santana couldn't help but grin. She had successfully gotten her. Rachel was all hers, every beautiful, sweet, sexy bit of her.

"I definitely think that I could make that work."