DJ Snowflake and Scrooge

December 14
7:03 am

"Santana?"

Kurt did a double take on the stairs. Santana flashed him a smile as she walked by. She wore a dark red sweater, jeans, and black boots. Her hair hung in soft curls around her face.

"Good morning, Kurt."

"Good morning?" He said like a question and stared at her.

She felt his eyes and turned back. "What?"

"It's just I've never seen you up this early."

"Oh." Santana said as if deciding if her behavior was something out of the ordinary. "Yeah. I guess I just wanted to get an early start for the day."

"Well it's the first time you'll actually make breakfast. My dad is downstairs in the common room. We have eggs, bacon, and scrapple."

"As long as there's coffee…" Santana glanced down around the bannister and tried to get a better view of the common room.

Kurt followed her gaze and smiled to himself. He could only imagine who Santana was hoping to see.

"There's always coffee, Santana." He reminded her and continued to walk upstairs to put new linens in the rooms.

She continued down the stairs, but only found a smiling Burt waiting for her.

"Morning, Santana!" He welcomed her with a cup of coffee on the table and a smile. "It's nice seeing you up so early."

"Yeah, I was hoping to see um-" She looked around, but there was no one else in the common room.

"To see um?" He teased. "What you're looking for doesn't happen to be tall, blonde, and have long legs?"

"No." Santana immediately blurted, but took it back. Quietly, she asked. "Did she come down yet?"

"She got a call from her boss earlier this morning. An emergency came up at work. She had to leave."

"Oh." Santana sat down at the table and fingered the handle of her coffee. Fuck. Now what was she going to do?

7:07 am

"There's my ladykiller." Holly teased. "So did you fill that extra space in your bed for the night? I knew you wouldn't need me to keep you company."

Brittany smiled and walked into her boss's office. "No, but I gave her my number."

"And you didn't get hers?"

"I-" She paused. "-didn't think about that. What if she doesn't call?"

"Do you really think she wouldn't? Please. She'll call. You guys were making eyes all night. What's her name?"

"Santana."

"Santanaaa." Holly repeated the name with a smirk. "Hot."

Brittany blushed a little and leaned against the doorframe. She sighed with a soft smile. "Yeah. Really hot." Brittany straightened up when she realized she was practically drooling. "What did you need me for?"

"Business. We have a meeting with Mr. Motta of Motta's Automotive."

"Why? And we? What are you talking about? What could he want with us?"

"No idea, Britt, but he wanted to meet with us immediately."

8:19 am

"Santana? What are you doing here?" Mercedes questioned.

"Why do people keep asking me that?"

"It's just…" Mercedes checked the time on her phone to make sure. "Early."

"Yeah." Santana took a sip of Mercedes's coffee from her desk. "Whatever. I'm just up early."

"You – Santana Lopez – you're just up early." Mercedes repeated Santana's own words and narrowed her gaze. "Sure."

"Why is no one ever here when I'm here?" Santana looked back down the hall to the empty offices.

"Because they are all getting ready for the Annual Tree Lighting ceremony tomorrow night. We've got vendors to get in place, sponsors to please, traffic to organize, and speeches to write. We have to check the ground breaker and test the lights so we don't blow anything." Mercedes rattled off a few more things she had to do, but she realized that Santana wasn't listening. She was looking at something on her phone. Mercedes measured her up once. "Santana…"

"Hmm?"

"What's her name?"

"What?" Santana snapped her head up from her phone. "Who?"

"What – is – her – name?" Mercedes cocked her head.

"What? No." Santana shook her head. "Nothing. No one."

"Santana, you're acting as if I don't know you." Mercedes put her hand on her hip. "Fine. You don't have to tell me her name, but you can't stand here all day. Either you tell me her name or you can come help me put together the tree ceremony."

"What? That doesn't even make sense. There's nothing to tell and I'm definitely not going to some stupid ceremony for lighting a tree." Santana picked up Mercedes coffee cup and started to leave the office.

Mercedes didn't even bother to ask for her cup back. She knew it was gone. She did, however, like getting the last word in.

"Santana." She called down the hallway. "She might not have a name, but I can guarantee you that everyone in town will be there tomorrow night."

Santana's boots stopped on the hardwood floor and she paused for a second before she flipped Mercedes and kept walking. "There's no one!"

"So I'll see you tomorrow! It starts at six!"

"Mr. Motta, welcome to WMHS 97.3 studios." Holly took the business man's hand. He wore a sharp suit and a sharper tie. He looked over the office with one quick sweep and met the eyes of Brittany in the back of the room with scrutiny.

"Let's skip the formalities." He kept his eyes on Brittany. "You're the one they call DJ Snowflake, right?"

"So you're a fan?" Brittany stepped forward and took his hand.

"Absolutely not." He shook his head. "But unfortunately my daughter can't stop talking about you and what she calls her OTP Scrooge. In fact, she's spent the past two days moaning and wailing because you've been taken off the air and you're never coming back."

"Well that isn't tru-"

"Yes!" Holly jumped in and cut Brittany off. "Yes, DJ Snowflake has been taken off the air. It's been due to a lack of sponsorship and money. We just can't afford to keep her on the air."

"Well-" He reached into his jacket. "What's it going to take to keep her on the air? Do you have any advertising packages?"

"What?" Brittany's eyes widened. "You're going to run ads?"

"That's how it works right?" He bent over Holly's desk and started to write the check. "I pay you for ads, you stay on the air, this Scrooge person comes back, and my daughter leaves her room and stops talking about the whole thing, right?"

"Yes." Holly nodded emphatically. "That's exactly how it works."

"Wait." An idea formed quickly. Brittany held a hand up to stop him from completing the check. "You know what would seal the deal, Mr. Motta?"

"What's that?"

"Yes, Brittany, what are you talking about?" Holly twisted her neck to figure out why Brittany was going to derail a legitimate business from running ads with the radio station.

"Give your daughter something to look forward to. She thinks I'm off the air forever. Why don't you tell her that you are going to sponsor DJ Snowflake's return at the Annual Tree Lighting ceremony tomorrow? That would not only make her happy, but it would give her a reason to get out of the house."

His pen paused in midair.

Holly's expression changed instantly from worry to excitement. She leaned behind Mr. Motta's body and threw Brittany two thumbs up.

11:07 am

"No, this is not a false alarm. I just got off the phone with my dad and it's happening. DJ Snowflake is going to be there and there are already rumors that Scrooge is going to make an appearance." Sugar knelt on the floor with a tube of paint. She curved the brush into a D and started to make the J.

"What rumors?" The voice on phone line asked. "Did you make these rumors up?"

"No..." Sugar stated, but then smiled as she completed the word Snowflake. "Maybe…but DJ Snowflake is definitely going to be there. My dad is paying for the whole thing. So make sure you have your sign in case Scrooge makes an appearance."