Hey guys! Thanks for the alerts, favs, adds, and of course, the reviews. I just wanted you to know that they will definitely meet each other soon so don't get impatient. We only have 22 days and I want to make sure it's fun and enjoyable. No need to rush! ;) That being said, the chapter lengths will vary and get longer the further we go!

Anyway back to your regularly scheduled program…

DJ Snowflake and Scrooge

December 3
2:49 am

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Alright getting to the end of my list! Yuletide! Like what does that even mean?

Well I'm about to go off the air. Thank you everyone who talked to me about Christmas words. So mostly myself. Good job me! I'll be sending you off with the Christmas classic – Winter Wonderland. You've been jingle bell rocking with DJ Snowflake. Have a good night and a Merry Christmas season!

Sleigh bells ring
Are you listening?

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In the lane
Snow is glistening.

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A beautiful sight
We're happy tonight
Walking in a winter wonder-

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" – What!?" Santana jerked forward. The map went flying from her body and covered the dashboard. Her hand pressed forward. The horn in her steering wheel went off. The obnoxious sound bulldozed its way right through her body. Startled would have been an understatement. "Holy fucking shit!"

Her heart was pounding so hard it felt like it would pop out of her chest. Where the fuck was she and what had happened? Santana looked around the inside of her car in bewilderment. The map was on the floor, there was ice on the windshield, and her car was still running.

In the meadow we can build a snowman

Santana slammed the radio button off and looked out her window to see where she was.

"Fuck!" She jumped a second time – so hard her seat belt caught and jerked her back into her seat.

If the first time was bad, Santana had no doubt her heart had literally stopped. Standing outside her car and peering into the window was that Sugar chick from the gas station. The lollipop in her mouth had been replaced by a halfway sucked on candy cane. Her nails were now completely finished, red, and popping against the darkness of the early morning.

What the fuck did she want now? To give her a compass to use instead of this fucking map?

Santana was still shaking as she reached for the button to roll down the window. It was frigid outside and the coldness quickly invaded the cabin of her car.

"You know –" The candy cane popped out of Sugar's mouth. "- you can't park and sleep here. If you wanted a blanket, I could have sold you one. That map doesn't look very warm. Besides that, you definitely can't stay here all night long with your car on. I mean I'm not an expert, but that seems like a really fast way to kill the battery."

"I must have fallen asleep."

"Duh." Sugar glanced around the inside of Santana's car. Her eyes fell on the abused map discarded on the passenger's seat and the floor. She kinda liked it better when the woman had been using it like a blanket. She had snapped a pic to a few of her friends.

Santana turned her car off and then turned it back on just to make sure it really wouldn't die. Luckily, the engine sounded fine – not that she would know. Cars weren't exactly her thing. Stupid. That had been stupid. This wasn't even her car. She couldn't even imagine the lies she would have to tell the car rental place to explain a dead battery. Maybe Mercedes was right and she should have waited to come in during the day.

Not that she would ever – ever tell Mercedes that.

"Sooooo I kinda can't let you stay here. My boss would kill me, but if you want…you could follow me into town. My shift is over and I'm ready to sleep."

"Wait. I can follow you into town?"

"Well yeah. I mean unless you're a serial killer then you can stay here and wait for my boss. She'd probably kick your ass though. You don't seem like a very capable killer."

"Yes! Thank you!" Santana glanced down at her meter. "Yes, I mean I'll definitely follow you into town and no, I'm not a serial killer. Just let me fill up and I'll be right there."

"Sure! Whatevs. I'll be waiting." Sugar peered into the backseat of Santana's vehicle to make sure there wasn't a dead body or anything. She had been worked at the gas station long enough to know anything was possible when working a night shift. Needless to say, it wouldn't be the first time.

"Um, Sugar?" Santana threw the name out like a question.

"Yeah?"

"Are there any other radio stations in range besides this Christmas one?"

Maybe it was a dumb question, but whatever the reason, it made Sugar smile brighter. "Nope. That's the only one around! WMHS 97.3 just started its 24/7 Christmas run. They probably won't stop until sometime during January or if the company folds and shuts down. I've heard rumors."

Santana didn't care about the rumors. The sooner the radio station "shut down" the less Christmas music she'd have to suffer through. "I've noticed. It's only like two days into December. There isn't anything else to listen to?"

"Technically it's three days." Sugar glanced to the clock to emphasize her point. "And nope! DJ Snowflake plays all night." Santana grumbled something about the holidays and Christmas, but Sugar didn't hear it. She was busy glancing at her phone and catching up with her social media. "So just flash your headlights when you're ready to get out of here."

Santana quickly filled her tank and positioned herself behind Sugar's car. The girl didn't even wait for Santana to flash her lights before she took off.

It took another ten minutes of driving before light posts and signs began to populate the road. A sign on the right caught Santana's attention immediately.

Welcome to Midtown!

Located in the Middle of Nowhere

Santana groaned. Seriously? That was what this town was known – or she guessed not known for? The town was small. It had a few main roads and store fronts decorated in lights. There were Santas on the roofs, wreaths hanging from doors, and strings of lights in windows. The town glistened in the soft glow of incandescent lighting, but since it was still very early in the morning, the town was quiet. Sugar turned down another street, but Santana kept driving through Main Street. She returned the younger woman's enthusiastic wave as a way of thanking her for bringing her safely into town. Santana pulled out Mercedes directions and followed them until she pulled into a cute little townhouse. Like the rest of Midtown, it was already decorated and dressed for the Christmas season.

Santana parked and pulled out a small suitcase.

She rang the doorbell with passion. She didn't care who else lived in the house or if the neighbors could hear. After several seconds of jamming her finger on the doorbell, Santana could hear the locks and the sound of the door turning.

Mercedes stood inside wearing a warm looking robe, slippers, and "an expression". It was hard to tell if she was more amused Santana had actually arrived or annoyed at the early morning wake up. But despite her groggy and sluggish morning face, Mercedes smiled pleasantly. "Oh good, Santana, you made it! I knew you could do it."

"Fuck you, Mercedes."