Chapter 6: Christmas and Wishes

December 25th will always be a day that Santana will remember till the day she dies. It all started with Rachel bringing Santana to her house. As soon as the door was open, the latina was pulled inside and smothered in hugs and kisses from very small, very loud, VERY talkative white christian people. They must have been on Racheal's dad Charlie's side because every one of them looked like him. Racheal's daddy, Alech, was tall muscular, and the jewish one. Alech may have seemed like the more strict, masculant one, but in all reality, Charlie was the one you had to be very weary of.

Charlie worked as the CEO for Lima's big time construction company. Alech was a carpentar but was the easiest to please. It seemed that Rachel had gotten her biological looks from Charlie and her kind, forgiving personality from Alech.

Right now Santana was sitting next to Rachel and her dad at the dinner table. Everyone was talking all at once and each person seemed to be talking in paragraphs. Santanta was already welcomed into the family, everyone there adored her, but she was still nervous that they would drop the bomb and ask why Santana had been toturing their relative for so long. After desert, Santana finally relaxed and soon everyone left.

The Berry house seemed unusually quiet after everyone left. Not that Santana missed the constant rambling that sounded like a herd of animals were constantly stomping around. Santana started to help Racheal and her parents clean up the mess. When they started to protest, Santana kindly explained that she use to always help at Brittany's or Quinn's house and that she really didn't mind doing it.

A half hour later, Rachel and Santana were on her couch, drinking soda and talking about whatever; the weather, parents, songs, but both avoiding the subject of school. After it got too awkward to talk anymore, they started to watch whatever Christmas specials were airing. Ten minutes into "A Christmas Carol" Santana started to humm the lyrics to the song Racheal had sung to her. The smaller girl glanced over at the latina, but didn't say anything and just smiled.

"Do you want to go outside?" Racheal asked.

"Um, sure," Santana replied.

Getting up from the couch and a quick shout to Racheal's dads, they started to walk toward the back porch. They exited the house and walked onto the patio. Racheal sat on the cushioned porch swing and patted the spot next to her. Santana quickly accepted it.

"Hey Rachel," Santana reached into her hoodie pocket and pulled out a smalle box, handing it to the smaller girl,"when we went Christmas shopping, I got this for you."

Rachel opened it and gasped at what was inside. She pulled out a beautiful charm necklace. It had her name encrusted in gold. On one side was a saphire colored star and on the other was a music note with a diamond at the end. Santana took the necklace as Rachel turned around and put it on the diva's neck.

"It's beautiful, but how did you pay for it?" Rachel asked, turning around.

"My parents supply me with a large amount of money in my own bank account," Santana laughed.

"Well," Rachel reached into her coat and pulled out a long, thin black box. Opening it she revealed a charm bracelet. The words 'Fix You' were chained onto it. There was a diamond encrusted heart with a band-aid on it, a four leafed clover for good luck and a blue tear drop. Then it letters were chained in this order, S, +, R, =. Santana plus Rachel equals. Santana let a tear fall down her face,"Rachel, this, this is the best present I ever got for Christmas."

"You didn't think I was going to let you go without a Christmas present this year did you?" the small brunette laughed.

"But when did you get it?" Santana asked.

"You're not the only one who can sneak out of the music store without the other person knowing," Rachel said, winking at Santana who looked slightly embarrassed for being caught.

"Wait, you didn't finish this one," Santana said, pointing to the S+R=.

Rachel blushed slightly, but Santana passed it off as the cold, "It was because I don't know what we are. I sat in the store trying to pick out which one I wanted to finish it with, but I didn't know if I should have gotten a smiley face, or a bff or a heart or a-"

"You were thinking about getting a heart?" Santana asked in barely a whisper. Her heart was beating very fast. What would a heart mean? Would it be a friendly kind of love, sisterly love or something more? Or would it even mean anything? And why was Santana hoping that it was something more? When had these feelings erupted?

Looking back at Rachel, Santana noticed that the diva was blushing furiously, "Oh... I didn't mean for that to come out. I mean, if you didn't mind than I did. But if you didn't want it to come out than I didn't mean it. I'm not implying that I'm embarrassed of you! I-I... it's just... you and... UGH!"

Santana laughed at the other brunette's loss for words. She threw her head back and laughed but quickly stopped. Rachel noticed this and followed the latina's eyes. Looking above her, Rachel's mouth nearley unhinged itself from opening so wide.

Sitting right above them was mistletoe. Rachel knew that her dad had placed them randomly around the house to suprise their relatives. They never told Rachel where but right now, she didn't know if she was thankful or wanted to smack her dads. The only way to find out was to just go along with it.

Santana's mind was running circles. She had no clue what to do, she was never good at this type of stuff. Usually she would run but Rachel deserved better than that. It was very awkward, neither of them knew what to do.

"Mistletoe," Santana whispered. She mentally slapped herself. Of course it was misltetoe! How could she sound so stupid.

"Y-yeah," Rachel said.

They both looked at eachother. Something, something must have been magical about this night, they could both feel it. Simultainiously they both leaned in. Getting so close that they could feel eachothers breath. Their eyes fluttered shut and they could almost feel the magic come to life.

"Girls? Are you out-oh," Alech said as he opened the back door. Santana and Rachel jumped apart, the mood ruined.

So close! Santana thought. They were in fact very close to kissing. Santana was frustrated, Rachel was furious, and Alech was confused.

"Um," Alech said, scratching the back of his head, "I'll be inside if you girls need anything."

He left and they could practically hear him yell, "Charlie! You owe me ten bucks!"

Laughing, they both couldn't believe what almost happened. What would it mean if they did? Santana was partially thankful that it didn't happen. If it had happened, it would be more questions that needed answers. Don't get her wrong, though, she did want it to happen, but not right now. Rachel felt the same, except if her and Santana had kissed, she would be left in confusion. She didn't know if she was straight, bisexual, or gay. Now that something had almost happened with another female, she would be able to think about who she was exactly.

Rachel stood up and walked over to the banister. Santana shortly joined her. They just stood in silence, not awkward, just comfortable silence. Both enjoying the other's company. Gazing at the sky, they saw a shooting star pass by.

"Make a wish," They said in unison.

Closing her eyes, Santana wished, and so did Rachel. What they had wished for, well neither would know till it came true. Maybe they wished for eachother, maybe for something else, but the other wouldn't find out for a while.

They went inside and Charlie and Alech gave the two a knowing look. They didn't say anything, but they knew. Funny, how the apple doesn't fall to far from the tree.

Entering Rachel's room, they both climbed into bed and Rachel held Santana. They had become accustomed to this since Christmas break. Santana didn't have any nightmares when she was with Rachel. Rachel just wanted to protect Santana from the world, but the only way she could do that was to hold her and keep the latina until the sun came up. Now it seemed as if it was more than a friendly gesture.

The next day, it seemed that the Christmas magic didn't wear off. Or, maybe it wasn't Christmas magic at all, maybe it was always there and it took an insignificant moment for them to see it. Even if they couldn't see it before, they could see it now, and that's what truly counts.


AN1: HEY GUYS! TWO POSTS IN ONE DAY! I KNOW! NEW WORLD RECORD! HAHA WELL HERE IS A LITTLE PEZBERRY, BUT I HAD TO WAIT TILL I WRITE THE NEW YEARS ONE! HAHA

AN2: I THINK IN MY LAST CHAPTER I WROTE RACHEL'S NAME WRONG AND I APOLOGIZE FOR IT, BUT IT WAS ONE IN THE MORNING AND WHEN I'M TIRED I SEEM TO RECIEVE A DECLINE IN IQ.

AQ1: DO YOU HAVE ANY QUESTIONS?

AN3: THOSE OF YOU WAITING FOR 'HEAL' I'M SORRY I HAVEN'T WRITTEN IT IN A LONG TIME, I JUST HAD MAJOR BRAIN FART BUT I THINK I KNOW WHERE TO GO WITH IT NOW!

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN GLEE BUT A PERSON CAN DREAM RIGHT? 3