December 12
6:09 am

High pitch, shrill, and auto-tuned voices cut through the air. They sang the same lyrics they had been singing for the past seven hours. The only time they hadn't played was during a word from WMHS 97.3's sponsor – Hummel's Bed and Breakfast.

Brittany had the math all figured out. The Chipmunk Song (Christmas Don't Be Late) was less than three minutes long. Occasionally, she had to plug in advertisements for Hummel's Bed and Breakfast. There were a few times where the track didn't play immediately and a few other variables. In her estimation, she had probably played The Chipmunk Song nineteen times every hour that she had been in the studio. She looked at the clock. That was about 7 hours ago.

This had to be the one hundred and thirty-third time Brittany had consecutively played the chipmunks singing about Christmas.

Christmas, Christmas time is near
Time for toys and time for cheer
We've been good, but we can't last
Hurry Christmas, hurry fast

Brittany tapped her fingers on the desk in time with the song. She was completely unaware that while she never grew tired of this Christmas song, she had slowly been driving the town insane.

Thump

Thump

She glanced to the dashboard in front of her. It flashed in shades of red like a Christmas tree. Each light represented another caller trying to reach WMHS 97.3.

With the same gusto and enthusiasm she had every time she answered the phone, Brittany pressed the button and shouted over the loud thumping reverberating through the sound booth. "Listener! You're on the air!."

"Hello?" The called questioned.

Brittany couldn't answer because the small thumping suddenly grew louder and more insistent.

THUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMP

"OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW, SUNSHINE!"

Brittany whipped away from her dashboard and completely forgot about her caller on the line. The door to the sound booth banged against the barricade Brittany had constructed of furniture and random equipment from the sound booth to prevent anyone from interrupting her.

The voice of the caller trying to talk to Brittany on the phone kept repeating. "Hello?"

"I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE AND YOU LOCKED ME OUT! THIS IS MY TIME BLOCK! YOU WILL OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW, SUNSHINE! OR I'LL MAKE SURE YOU NEVER HAVE A BLOCK OR A SPONSOR OR A JOB IN THIS TOWN AGAIN!"

The door continued to bulge against Sue's repeated attacks. Brittany cringed. That door wouldn't last forever, especially if Sue was determined to take the sound booth back by force.

"Well! Thanks for calling in!" Brittany shouted into the headset to the caller. "And you bet we will be dedicating this next song to Scrooge!"

"That's not what I asked for-"

7:17 am

Santana had fallen asleep at Doris' desk and woke up completely confused about her whereabouts. Before any of the regular town hall employees arrived at work, Santana scrambled to leave. She didn't want to meet anyone and she certainly didn't want Mercedes to know she had fallen asleep doing work. Mercedes would have never let her live it down.

After the way she ended her conversation with DJ Snowflake the previous night, Santana decided to drive the distance back to the bed and breakfast in silence. She still couldn't believe DJ Snowflake had the nerve to say she was jealous and that she needed to beg like other women to get the song changed on the show. That would be the last time Santana would call or even listen to the radio host.

Santana didn't realize she would feel so relieved to see the Hummel's Bed and Breakfast sign. The old building was a welcome sight. She parked her car and scooped her packet of notes from her passenger side seat. The map she had bought from Sugar rested underneath her notepad and papers. Santana still hadn't decided what to do with the outdated thing, so she left it in her car.

Normally the bed and breakfast was quiet this early in the morning – or at least Santana had never been disturbed by loud noises or excitement during her stay.

This morning was completely different.

Santana walked into the Hummel's with the expectation of the smell of hot chocolate and breakfast. Instead, she walked into a wall of sound. The radio was blasting.

Kurt and Burt were in the parlor sitting next to the radio. Neither of them looked up to greet Santana. They were too focused on whatever noise was coming from the radio. It would have sounded like a heavy drumming except the beats weren't in time. There were muffled shouts coming through the feed. Santana wouldn't have cared enough to approach Kurt and Burt, but she was curious what they were listening to. The sounds of voices cut in and out of The Chipmunk Song.

Santana rolled her eyes. Seriously? She had ended her night with that song and now she was going to start her morning the same way.

"What are you listening to?" Santana finally asked.

Kurt looked up. "Oh! Santana! Here!" He patted the sofa cushion next to him. "Sit down. You have to listen to this. DJ Snowflake took over the radio station this morning and has been dedicating The Chipmunk Song to this mysterious Scrooge character. And Sue just found out that Snowflake barricaded herself in the sound booth. I'm pretty sure Sue's gonna kill her."

Burt's expression was much less excited. "I'm not so sure this was a good investment running these ads if Sue kills the DJ who's supposed to read them."

"Where's your sense of adventure?" Kurt's eyes were gleaming. "This is better entertainment than my TV shows!"

Santana's face drained of color. "What about this Scrooge person?"

"No one knows! I mean we pay for the ads, but it's not like the show tells us anything about what DJ Snowflake is planning on talking about any night. Anyway, there's all this gossip going around that Scrooge isn't real and that this is some publicity stunt for ratings."

"That's an unfounded rumor." Burt chided his son.

"Well whether it's true or not, it's working. I'm completely enthralled."

"I just hope people aren't going to blame us for this song playing on repeat." Burt frowned and glanced to the phone on the side table next to the sofa. So far it had been quiet.

Santana backed away from the radio and the sofa. People actually thought she wasn't real? People – besides Sugar - actually listened to that ridiculous radio station?

"This is DJ Snowflake and I think you know what song I'm going to play next. This is play number one hundred and forty-four and I'm dedicating it to Scrooge and to the great Sue Sylvester. If we play enough Christmas music this morning, maybe Sue and Scrooge will realize it's almost Christmas time."

9:13 am

"Hello? Hello? Is this DJ Snowflake? Play a different song! Can I request anything? Please? I want to hear Jingle Bells, White Christmas, anything by TSO. Just stop The Chipmunk Song! My children haven't stopped singing it all morning! This is almost as bad as Let It Go. Can I request that instead?"

One frantic caller's voice filtered through the radio. Brittany had tried to cut the call off, but she was too pressed to reach the button. She shouldered her body against the barricade. Sue had found a podium in the conference room down the hall and was using it like a battering ram. Brittany's mic was still fully functional and their confrontation could easily be heard by everyone listening to WMHS 97.3.

"SUNSHINE! I WILL TAKE THE SOUND BOOTH BY FORCE!"

Sue rammed into the door with the podium. The entire room shook. Brittany braced and prepared for the next attack.

"Sue, I seriously doubt you'll do that." Brittany shouted back using Sue's own catch phrase. The door rattled again accompanied by a roar of indignation from the other radio host. Brittany couldn't help laughing into the microphone at her own joke.

Brittany leaned against the door and waited for the next hit to come, but it never came.

Holly's voice came through her headset. "Brittany, open the door. Let Sue in. We need to talk."

The words were like a physical blow. Brittany knew it would be coming, but still, it would have been better if she could have antagonized Sue for a few more minutes. She looked over to Holly's office. Her boss stood at the glass window with an emotionless expression. She was talking very intensely on the phone.

Brittany puffed out her cheeks and swore. "Jingle bells."

She saw the look in Holly's face. She really messed up this time and she could only speculate who Holly was talking to.

Brittany pulled back from the barricade and pushed aside the furniture. She had only cleared half of the blockade when Sue rammed the podium against the door and burst through the barrier. She panted and tossed the podium aside with a furious roar. Her eyes were like lasers directed at Brittany. "You!"

"Hey, Sue!" Brittany answered cheerfully. "I was just keeping your seat warm for you!"

"Not for long, Sunshine." Sue snatched the headset from Brittany's head. "When Holliday fires your ass, it will be all the warmth my seat needs."

"We'll see about that, Sue."

Brittany walked over the mess from the barricade and the discarded podium. She didn't look back. She couldn't. Sue's words played over and over again in her mind. She knew that taking over Sue's slot in the morning would end in a disaster, but seeing Sue foam like that had been worth it. Despite her desire to host the morning show, Brittany knew it had been a foolish dream and Holly said they probably weren't going to do the Annual Tree Lighting. What did she have to lose?

Besides, maybe Scrooge had heard all one hundred and sixty-six times she played The Chipmunk Song. Now that would have been worth it.

"I'm sorry, Holls."

Brittany started to explain, but Holly shook her head. "Britt! The stunt you just pulled is the reason why you can't be Miss Sunshine anymore. You just can't help yourself, can you? I told you to finish whatever nonsense you had planned last night, but now you pissed off half the town and Sue."

"But did you see Sue's face?" She tried to deflect.

"I just got off the phone with the president of the CCCMV."

"The what?" Brittany quickly did the Roman Numerals in her head. "Two-hundred thousand nine hundred and five?"

"Did you just-" Holly started to ask how Brittany had figured that out so fast, but moved on. "No, it's The Concerned Christians in the Community for Morals and Values group. They happened to catch a majority of your show last night and this morning."

"That can't be good…"

"They want to buy a full night of advertising."

"I'm sor-" Britt started to apologize again, but realized what Holly had said. "They want to what? They want to sponsor us?"

"Oh no!" Holly shook her head with a rueful smile. "They don't want to sponsor you at all. In fact, they are convinced that our radio station is participating in some kind of unspeakable evil ritual and your night spent playing that song over and over again had been part of said ritual. They are renting the sound booth and the time slot for Saturday night."

"So they are doing their own show?"

"I'm pretty sure he was trying to say 'y'all need Jesus."'

"So I'm not fired?" Brittany couldn't believe it.

"Not yet. You did bring in money. Not the way I would have done it, but more than Sue has in the last six months." Holly noticed she was getting another phone call. "Shit. It's the Hummel's. I've got to take this. You're still on for tonight, Snowflake, but if I hear that stupid song one more time, I don't care how much money you bring in, I'll make Sue your co-host."

"That would be evil."

"Don't tempt me, hun. Now get out of here before Sue takes her break to come flay you alive." Holly picked up the call. "Mr. Hummel! It's so nice of you to call! Oh you caught our most recent show? Exciting stuff, huh?"

Brittany lingered in the hallway and waited to hear the bits and pieces of Holly's conversation. The Hummel's call couldn't be anything good. Brittany could only imagine that Hummel's Bed and Breakfast would cancel their advertisements and sponsorship.

"You want to do what?" Holly asked in disbelief. Her eyes darted to Brittany. "Sure, I'll tell her."

9:41 am

Santana didn't know if she should help or if she should disappear. Since Sue had taken back the radio show, the phone lines to Hummel's Bed and Breakfast hadn't stopped ringing. It wasn't her fault that DJ Snowflake had dedicated The Chipmunk Song to her over and over again. More importantly, neither Kurt nor Burt knew she was Scrooge. Yet knowing they were ignorant of her unintentional involvement, did little to alleviate the guilt Santana felt as she started to walk up the stairs.

"Yes! This is Hummel's Bed and Breakfast, the perfect place to rest your head." Kurt answered yet another phone call.

Burt walked through the parlor with two different phone receivers in his hands. "Yes, we did sponsor the night ads. We had nothing to do with the morning sho- yes, we did hear that our name was attached- you want to do what?"

The Hummel's continued to pace in their respective areas.

"You liked the show?" Kurt stuttered in shock on the other line. "You thought it was about time someone put Sue in her place?"

"You want to know availability for rooms in January?"

Santana retreated upstairs. Whatever she had done to trigger DJ Snowflake had set the town buzzing and she wasn't sure she wanted any part of it. She inserted the gold key into the Rachel Barbra Berry master suite and for the first time since she had started her stay in Midtown, Santana was almost relieved to see Rachel's portrait faces…almost…

Santana collapsed on the bed before the portraits could wig her out. Maybe she needed to take a break from the late nights at the town hall with DJ Snowflake. Clearly, they weren't good for her or the rest of the town.

10:11 pm

"Welcome back to another late night run with Santa's favorite Late Night Christmas Show and your favorite host – DJ Snowflake!"

"I'm sure that by now you've heard about this morning's…" She looked to Holly through the glass for the appropriate word. "…activities between myself and Sue from the morning show. I am supposed to formally apologize for taking over a portion of her block, but since I seriously doubt she's even listening, I'm just gonna skip right over that and tell you that I will not be on the show tomorrow. So make sure you get your fill of Christmas songs and joy before I go off the air tonight because-"

Brittany checked Holly once more. "- I don't know when I'll be back..."