Scrooflake or Snooge? I'm craughing! Hahahaa yessss best shipping names ever! Thank you! :DDD I'm tempted to change the name of the fic to Scrooflake and Snooge: The Christmas Series.

DJ Snowflake and Scrooge

December 15
5:01 pm

"Let's get a sound check in soon. I don't want this to happen at the last minute and find out that we are broadcasting static." Holly snapped her fingers at the sound crew

"Or broadcasting The Chipmunk Song for the thousandth time." One of the crew snickered into his wires.

"Yeah. Let's avoid that. I don't want to start a mob at the tree lighting." Holly heard his comment and smiled good-naturedly. Maybe she should have been annoyed that WMHS 97.3 was the butt of a few holiday jokes involving chipmunks, but she had just cashed Mr. Motta's check and revised their advertising schedule. Mr. Hummel and his son were so pleased with their visit to the bed and breakfast that they confirmed they wanted to keep running ads until Christmas Eve.

She looked over at her little snowflake.

Brittany stood behind the mobile DJ soundboard and dashboard. She had been winding the same wire in her hand over and over again. Holly approached her from behind, but Brittany never noticed. She just kept wrapping the wire over and over again. Her blue eyes scanned the town square from the platform. The town square was filled with people moving around, spreading thick blankets on the lawn, holding cups of hot chocolate, playing games that had been set up around the perimeter, standing in food lines paid for by the town government, and laughing. A group of carolers walked around singing songs. There was a long line for Santa Claus underneath the great tree in the center of the square. He was laughing merrily at every wish whispered into his ear with a hearty HO-HO-HO. Children laughed and danced around merrily.

Holly waited to see if Brittany would find what she was looking for, but it never came. She just continued to circle the wire around her arm.

"Britt…"

Distracted, Brittany half-answered. "Yeah?"

"I don't think you can wrap that wire any tighter, hun."

"What?" Brittany looked down at her hands and immediately stopped. "Yeah."

"Nervous about tonight?" The crowd kept growing. More and more people filtered into the town square with their loved ones, children, and grandparents.

Brittany turned back with a smile. "When have I ever been nervous?"

"Just checking." Holly shrugged, but continued to smirk. "So do you think she'll show?"

"I don't know. She said she works late nights and I didn't invite her. I really should have gotten her number. Do you think she'd know about the ceremony?"

"We are talking about Scrooge, right?" Holly could hardly contain her amusement. "Because that's who DJ Snowflake is getting paid to talk to tonight."

"Oh. Right." Brittany blinked hard and completely refocused on setting up the DJ booth. "I'll make sure I dedicate a song to her and everything to draw her out. Even if she doesn't show, that should be enough to satisfy Mr. Motta's daughter and keep her happy which seems to make him happy."

"And get us paid!" Holly finished Brittany's thought by brushing the tips of her fingers together in the classic and universal sign for making money. "I knew there was a reason I didn't fire you."

"Oh I'm sure you had this planned the whole time."

"Britt, darling, I never plan when it comes to you. I just count on you being you. And you've haven't let me down yet. Now, let's get this booth up and running. I want everything ready for when my girl Mercedes comes by."

5:47 pm

"Hey." Mercedes flashed her boyfriend a toothy smile and gave him a quick kiss on the lips.

Sam pulled back with a grin. "Hi."

"Glad you came."

"Of course! I wouldn't miss the return of DJ –" He stopped and readjusted his words. "I wouldn't miss the tree lighting ceremony for anything in the world."

"Did you hang up all the flyers? I saw a few on Main Street, but did you get the rest up?"

"You know I did."

"Thanks, babe. You're the best. It's been so crazy getting everything organized and with the last minute addition of the radio station, nothing's been going as planned." Mercedes glanced to her phone. "And now Santana is calling. I'm sure she's lost, annoyed, or getting into a fist fight with a Santa Claus actor. For the sake of our town volunteers, I hope it's not the last option." Mercedes leaned over and kissed him again. "I'll catch up with you later. Is that okay?"

"I'll be fine. You just keep being superwoman. I'm sure I can figure out something to do."

The PA system hooked up through the town square crackled to life.

Sue' Sylvester's voiced echoed through the gathering. "Good evening, Midtown."

Everyone stopped moving. Both Mercedes and Sam looked up. Mercedes released a soft sigh of relief to hear the sound system working.

"I said – Good evening, Midtown."

"Good evening, Sue." The town responded to the call like they were children in a fourth grade classroom.

Mercedes bit her lip and rolled her eyes. It could be worse. It could be worse.

"I got to go."

Sam nodded and shooed her away so Mercedes could take care of Santana. He waited until she walked a good distance away before he pulled out his own cell phone. There was no way Mercedes could know what he was doing.

"It's come to my attention that some here would prefer the childish and amateur prattling of a snowflake made of sunshine. A oxy-moron if you will-" Sue stressed the second half of the word and continued talking. "But since this show will go past my time block. I welcome you all to The Annual Tree Lighting Ceremony. Hopefully Snowflake won't steal your tree like she tried to steal my booth."

Sue dropped her microphone and walked off the platform. Unsure what just happened, there were scattered amounts of clapping and confused looks passed between people.

"Alright! Let's get this holiday gathering started the right way!" DJ Snowflake's voice boomed from the speaker and instantly dispelled the mood Sue had set. "Can I get all the kids to come down here to the front of the stage? I need your help singing all of these great songs!"

Frosty the snowman was a jolly, happy soul
With a corn cob pipe and a button nose

Various voices from children and adults joined the song throughout the town square.

Sam's eyes widened at the sight of DJ Snowflake on the small platform next to the great evergreen tree.

He whispered to himself. "DJ Snowflake's back."

"I TOLD YOU SHE WAS COMING BACK!" Sugar punched his arm from behind. "Now, did you put up the DJ Snowflake posters like I told you to?"

"Of course I did!" He held one out. It was light blue with snowflakes and announced the return of DJ Snowflake to host The Annual Tree Lighting Ceremony. Sam looked over the heads of the crowd as they started to walk toward the staging area, the source of the music.

"And did you bring your sign?" Sugar lowered her voice to a matter of grave importance.

"I did, but I had to hide it in my coat." Sam turned around so Sugar could see the rolled up poster paper tucked behind his back. "I can't let my girlfriend see it or she would never let me listen to the radio before bed again."

"You're such a push over, Evans." Sugar smacked his arm again. "Alright. I need to be front and center just in case Scrooge shows up. I can't wait to live tweet this. Let's move."

She gave him another shove and pushed him directly into the growing crowd.

6:17 pm

"When I say it starts at six, I meant that you should be here at six. You're gonna have a hard time finding a place close to the tree."

Santana rolled her eyes and stuffed her gloved hands deeper into her coat pockets. "You didn't mention this would be outside and there would be Christmas music and children everywhere."

"Santana, it's a tree lighting. What did you expect?" Mercedes didn't buy it for one second. "You just didn't realize how big this celebration is. You know…if you told me her name, I could help you find her."

"Mercedes, I already told you. There's no one. I'm only here because I wanted to see small government in action and see exactly what it is you do."

"Well, you're gonna have to watch from afar because there's no way you are going to make your way through this crowd. Here's Sam's phone number. You can call him if you want to meet up later. I have to get ready for the tree lighting. The mayor needs to be prepped…again."

"Have fun, little Leslie Knope." Santana threw Mercedes a mock salute as her best friend walked away.

She looked down at the number in her hand and stuffed the piece of paper in her pocket. There was only one number Santana cared about and it certainly didn't belong to trouty mouth. She played with the slide on her phone – locked and unlocked it about a dozen times before she slipped her cellphone back into her coat pocket without calling Brittany's number. It would be absolutely lame to call Brittany in the middle of a tree lighting thing. She didn't even know what she was doing here.

These wonderful things are the things
We remember all through our lives

"Come on."

Santana looked down and saw a familiar hand grasp onto her wrist. She looked up. "What, Mercedes?"

"You're so lame, Santana." Mercedes hooked her arm underneath her friend's and led her through the crowd. "And stubborn and you look like a lost sullen puppy."

Indignant, Santana tried to pull her arm back from her friend, but Mercedes resisted. "I don't."

"You weren't going to call Sam, were you? And I know you weren't going to call that mystery girl."

"You don't know that I have her number."

"Oh, but you admit there's a girl now?" Mercedes waited for Santana to realize she had fallen into her trap.

Santana muttered under her breath, but didn't say another word.

"Come on. You can come see small government in action from behind the scenes – just like you wanted." Mercedes pulled Santana back behind a metal gated fence area toward a few tents. People moved out of Mercedes way or approached her with a thousand questions. Mercedes answered every question with a direct and quick answer. She barked orders and asked the whereabouts of people, vendors, and transportation.

Music from the loud speakers continued to play through the PA system. Santana's eyes darted around as they passed by a sound booth. For a second, she could have sworn she saw a tall blonde woman, but when she did a double take, Mercedes continued pulling her through the backstage.

"I want to thank everyone for coming together to celebrate winter, the season of giving, and a town of blessing." A voice spoke through the speaker system. "There are a lot of events and special projects I look forward to every year and yet I don't think I enjoy anything as much as our Annual Tree Lighting Celebration…"

The voice continued on, but Santana wasn't listening. She looked up and realized how close she was to the tree. Mercedes stood to the side of the platform where she could see the mayor. She silently mouthed the words to his speech in case he would forget anything.

"But I think I've talked enough, that's why we have a very special host from WHMS 97.3 here to lead you all in a countdown."

"Alright, Midtown! I hope you're ready for the most dazzling display of lights to ever light up a tree!"

Santana paused for a second. There was something about the voice over the loud speaker that sounded both so familiar and so electrifying at the same time. Santana's eyes darted to the back of the sound booth. The woman kept talking but, Santana didn't know why she couldn't place the voice. It tickled memories and a variety of emotions from annoyance, chagrin, and most recently – heat.

Yes. It evoked a wave of heat. One she had felt very recently.

Intrigued, Santana took a step away from the tree to join Mercedes at the side of the platform so she could see the woman talking.

"I'm going to need everyone to be loud! Really loud! That's the magic of this tree, it can only light up if we all count together. On the count of three!"

Santana's boots crunched against the cold hard ground of the town square.

"ONE!"

She couldn't quite place the voice.

"TWO!"

The town shouted in tandem, but Santana could only hear the woman's voice. Santana stepped next to Mercedes, but while everyone looked toward the tree, she faced the stage.

"THREE!"

A brilliant explosion of light erupted around her and enveloped the entire town square with colorful lights.

OOOOOOOOOOOOooooooh Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The town collectively gasped at the sight of the tree lighting. Children pointed excitedly and jumped with admiration.

"Now that is a tree lighting. This is DJ Snowflake of WMHS 97.3 broadcasting to you from Midtown's town square where everyone is celebrating winter, merriment, and the season. I'll be taking any requests from the crowd, but if you couldn't make it to the Annual Tree Lighting Ceremony, you can call into the toll free number 1-800-973-WMHS. A big big shout out to our sponsors Hummel's Bed and Breakfast and Motta's Automotives for making sure we have music to sing the night away."

The crowd in front of the stage surged forward as DJ Snowflake opened for requests. A few signs popped up throughout the crowd from fans of various ages expressing their devotion to the late night DJ.

"DJ Snowflake!"

"Dedicate something to Scrooge!"

"Play The Chipmunk Song!"

"DJ SNOWFLAKE I LOVE YOU!"

"WE MISSED YOU!"

"Reenact your fight with Sue!"

The sound of Brittany's laughter gently tickled the PA system and rippled through the town square. "For old time sake, this one goes out to Scrooge! I hope she's listening and enjoying the holiday spirit. Scrooge, if you're out there, give me a call and I can finally fulfill that song request."

A remixed version of The Chipmunk Song started to play. The crowd gathered in front of DJ Snowflake's platform went wild cheering. They waved signs that read DJ Snowflake and Scrooge and started to sing along with the chipmunks.

Santana's stomach dropped as DJ Snowflake pulled her headset off and pressed a few buttons on her dashboard. Blonde hair spilled around her shoulders and draped over her soundboard just like it had over Santana's hand at Hummel's Bed and Breakfast.

Fuck.

"Santana?" Mercedes questioned, but her best friend walked faster than her voice.

Brittany couldn't stop smiling as the crowd went a little crazy. She caught Holly sharing the same excitement. She removed her headphones and walked over to her boss.

"Do you hear that?"

"It's like you have a mini cult following." Holly didn't even sound concerned, mostly thrilled at the idea.

"This is crazy. They are all here because of that fight I had with Sue and – " Brittany's voice cut off. She peered past Holly's head and down the stage. Soft dark curls bounced in the opposite direction of the stage area. When she had thought maybe she would see Santana at the tree lighting, it had been a fool's wish, but Brittany swore to every elf in Santa's workshop, the woman walking away had to be Santana. " – Santana."

Confused, Holly didn't follow. "You mean Scrooge? Because that's the reason these crazy kids are here. They are literally chanting DJ Snowflake and Scrooge."

"Holls, can you do the next song for me?" Brittany disconnected herself from her sound pack and jumped down from the platform. She still had time. She could catch her.

This time she would get Santana's number.

"Santana!" Brittany called after her, but the music must have been too loud. It was some Mariah Carey song blasting through the speakers now that the chipmunks were done.

"Santana! Wait up!"

The dark haired brunette finally turned around, but there was something unreadable in her expression. Taken aback, Brittany flashed her the same smile she had given her at the bed and breakfast and hoped it would jog her memory. "Hi. It's me, Brittany. Remember me? I gave you my number Saturday night. I didn't think I'd see you here. I mean I wanted to, but – "

"Yeah, I remember." Santana shook her head. How in a million years was DJ Snowflake the same woman who had bought her a drink and flirted with her at the bar? Santana didn't know what to think. It was too coincidental – just too perfect for a radio show. She had remembered Kurt said the radio station was failing and trying to drum up ratings somehow. Had Brittany known she was Scrooge when she came onto her the other night? She looked Brittany up and down, but she was impossible to read. "I remember who you are, Snowflake."

At the sound of her nickname from Santana's lips, Brittany's face dropped in instant recognition. Her eyes darted from Santana's mouth to her eyes unsure if she was right, but there was no mistaking it.

"Scrooge?"

"Evans! If you don't get your ass moving, we are going to miss everything!"

"What could we miss!? You did it! Well your dad did it! We get to have DJ Snowflake back on the air. I can finally fall asleep again."

"Pay attention, Evans! DJ Snowflake ran off in the middle of her song dedicated to Scrooge. Where do you think she could be heading?"

"The bathroom?" Sam suggested.

"Ugh. Amateur." Sugar leaped over the metal fence to the back stage area and quickly ran in the direction she had seen DJ Snowflake go. Her furred boots skid to a sudden stop at the sight of DJ Snowflake standing over a small dark haired woman. They were standing close. Their eyes were so focused on each other that neither one realized they had gained an audience. Sugar pulled back as if she could feel the tension between them. She held her arm out to stop Sam from running forward.

"Wait…" Sugar narrowed her eyes. "That's map lady. What's map lady doing with DJ Snowflake?"

"Who's map lady?" Sam questioned.

"The lady who bought the map, try to keep up, Evans."

"What's she doing?"

"I don't know." Sugar shook her head. The last time she had seen map lady, she had fled rather ungracefully from the Rachel Berry album release at Roz's Golden Pump. "She's definitely not an assassin. She's just kinda grumpy all the time –" Sugar paused. "Oh. My. God. She's grumpy all the time. Scrooge is grumpy all the time. Map lady's grumpy all the time because map lady is Scrooge! EVANS!" Sugar grasped the sides of his face and yanked him down to her level. "MAP LADY IS SCROOGE! THAT'S DJ SNOWFLAKE AND SCROOGE!"

"What!? Really!?" Sam could hardly contain his excitement. Since he had started listening to the DJ Snowflake broadcast at night, Sam found he could fall asleep to the sound of the two of them bickering. "I've been waiting for this."

He stripped his heavy coat off and removed the sign he had been hiding and lifted it above his head.

Sugar pointed and screamed. "It's DJ Snowflake and Scrooge!"

Brittany and Santana finally broke eye contact and stared at two people screaming with signs and pointing at them.

But before either group could react, Mercedes stepped out from her tent and in all the commotion, she only saw one thing.

"Sam Evans, what in the hell do you have in your hands?"

The red and green painted letters fell unceremoniously to the ground.

DJ SNOWFLAKE
AND
SCROOGE