Hey guys I'm about a day behind due to parties and Christmas things in real life. I should be caught up by the end of tomorrow! Hope you have a great weekend! :D

DJ Snowflake and Scrooge

December 19

9:03 pm

"No, I'm sorry." Santana rolled her eyes and looked in the Hummel's Bed and Breakfast parlor. "I understand that you have limited time. I understand. Yes...I understand."

Santana caught Kurt watching her from the common room. A bottle of some dark liquor rested next to his hand and with the other, he casually cleaned the counter of the bar without actually cleaning. Caught staring at her, Kurt didn't even bother to pretend to clean anymore. He dropped the rag down and lifted the bottle in the air. The little shake he gave the glass made the liquid bounce. Santana smiled and nodded.

Kurt took the hint and pulled two glasses out.

"So you need me for the twenty-third?" Santana tried to concentrate on the sound of her boss's voice more than the alcohol Kurt poured.

"I need you to be in New York by the twenty-fourth, Santana." Terri Schuester's volume rose. "I have Christmas parties and a few things I need to take care of before the holidays and I don't have time to get ready for the re-opening of the archives. You can handle all of that, right?"

Santana tried to keep the disappointment from her voice. She had asked for this. She had told Terri that she wanted to be back at the archives as soon as possible. How could she have known that she would spend December in the strangest town with - her eyes darted to the clock once more - the most interesting company. Ten minutes passed.

"Of course I can."

"Good. Then I want to hear from you when you're on your way back."

"Not a problem."

Terri hung up the phone without a good-bye, a thank you, or even a Merry Christmas. Santana should have been used to it by now, but compared to the way everyone in Midtown thrived during the holiday season, Terri seemed cold in comparison.

"Need that drink now?" Kurt called to her from the common room.

"Yes." Santana shoved her phone back into her pocket and approached the bar area. Kurt slid her the dark liquid. Santana lifted the glass. They toasted without words. Santana threw her drink back all the way.

Kurt, however, took a very small sip. "That good of a phone call?"

"My boss."

"Sometimes I forget you don't live and work here." Kurt poured her another drink.

"Yeah." She lifted the glass, but this time she allowed herself a moment for the liquid to absorb her thoughts. Without waiting for Kurt to finish his drink or offering another toast, she threw the drink back. "I forgot too."

"Something wrong?"

Santana toyed with the rim of her cup. Her eyes glanced to the clock once again. "No, not wrong, I just - " She huffed before looking back to Kurt. "- I just didn't know what I was getting myself into when I came here.

Kurt smiled graciously. "Santana, you don't owe us anything. It's been a pleasure having you stay here." Santana ducked into her alcohol to mask the guilt his words produced. She hadn't come any closer to finding anything useful for the bed and breakfast, but she hadn't worked up the nerve to tell either Burt or Kurt. It had been on her mind the past few days. Rachel Berry's legacy wasn't enough to stand on. Not to mention, she had been…distracted… Perhaps Kurt sensed her hesitation. To save her, he added. "But I have a feeling you're not talking about putting Hummel's on the map."

Santana smiled into her glass and silently thanked him for changing the subject to a more pleasurable one. "Is it that obvious?"

"Since we started talking, you've checked the clock at least three times and your eyes were counting seconds when you were on the phone." Kurt turned around to see the time. It was half-past nine. "You know, you could listen to her down here if you wanted."

"Ha." This time Santana laughed. "I'm sure you would love that."

"To see Scrooge call into DJ Snowflake?" Kurt couldn't contain his excitement this time. "I already have popcorn in the microwave. I hope it's as entertaining. I have a hunch Scrooge's feelings toward DJ Snowflake have changed significantly in the past day or two."

"Oh you have a hunch?" Santana rolled her eyes good-naturedly.

"I'd say so."

"Well, you're gonna have to get your entertainment like the rest of DJ Snowflake's listeners - by waiting." Santana poured herself another half drink and set the bottle down. Before Kurt could object, she started to walk toward the stairs to settle in for the night.

"That's no fun, Santana!" Kurt called after her.

"That's why they call me Scrooge." Santana shouted back on her way up to her room.

10:51 pm

"Happy Ho-Ho-Ho-Ho-lidays from Motta's Automotives! Think Motta's when you think Mott-ors." Brittany stuck her tongue out at the tacky ad. Holly twirled her finger in the air to tell Brittany to keep reading.

Brittany grinned at the next ad. "Our weather report is sponsored by our favorite paper publishing company in town. Pillsbury Pamphlets! It's the perfect passive aggressive tool for any situation! They have a variety pack of their most popular pamphlets on special if you mention this ad. Custom pamphlets are available upon request."

She pulled up the weather app on her phone. "It looks like snow is in the forecast this weekend. Make sure you head to the grocery to pick up bread and milk. It could be anywhere from two inches to two feet."

"And now I'm going to open up the request line where I'll be taking any of your holiday favorites." Brittany looked down. The lines had been quiet all night; whereas, normally people would be calling non-stop asking for Scrooge or requesting a song. There had been nothing tonight. To fill the silence, Brittany started the next song and turned her mic off.

Holly frowned behind the glass. The past week had been euphoric with phone calls, advertisers, and townspeople dying to get their voice on DJ Snowflake's show. If tonight was any indication, they were fading out of people's thoughts and holiday excitement fast. As much as Holly loved Brittany as DJ Snowflake, there was something so thrilling and illicit when she had a foil like Scrooge to work against.

"It's a really slow night, Holls."

"I know." Holly said without stating all of her concerns. Brittany was a smart girl. She probably already figured them out. "I just signed two new advertisers. I don't want them to cancel before we even run an ad."

Brittany puffed her cheeks out in thought. "I could always bring Lord Tubbington onto the show again."

Holly's frown deepened. "He chewed through three feet of wires to get to an old piece of cheese."

"But this is the thing –" Brittany ignored Holly's reminder for the last debacle her cat had caused. "-I think if we did a ginger bread special and Lord Tubbington helped me make houses and people, it would be really great. I think it would be a big hit."

"Brittany, I can't say no enough on this one."

"Fine, but now what am I going to down with all the gingerbread supplies."

"Britt, don't even start pouting because it's not going to work this time."

A lone light on her dashboard stopped Brittany mid-pout. She wanted for the song to end before she switched her mic back on. "Listener! You're on the air with DJ Snowflake on WMHS 97.3. What can I do for you tonight?"

"You know-" Brittany jumped from her chair and instantly perked up. Her eyes flicked to Holly. "-after last night, I thought maybe you would have called me, but here I am calling you…again…like I've been doing all December."

Brittany would never make the mistake of not recognizing Santana's voice again.

"Sa-"

Holly shook her head violently in the window.

Brittany corrected herself. "Scrooge?"

"Hi." She repeated Brittany's greeting from the previous night. "Were you expecting some else? Perhaps Cindy Lou Who?"

Brittany broke into an open mouth smile and once again glanced to Holly, but her boss didn't get the reference. Holly hadn't gone caroling. She hadn't run from Sue or held Brittany's hand.

"No, I jus-"

"I'm disappointed I thought you would have a tradition for every night in December.

"You were?" She couldn't imagine the word disappoint and Santana in the same sentence; not after last night. After nights of agitating Santana as DJ Snowflake, Brittany never imagined that same voice could toy with her. Brittany shifted in her chair and distinctly remembered Santana's finger looped in her jeans. The memory, coupled with Santana's boldness, made Brittany's words stick. Her radio personality slipped as she imagined speaking directly to Santana's dark eyes. "I would never want to disappoint you. Is there some way I can make it up to you?"

"I'll have to think of something."

"Why don't we start a tradition tonight." Brittany offered. "I can play you any song you want. O Holy Night, O Christmas Tree, Welcome Christmas Fah Who Foraze. Anything thing you want." Brittany licked her lips, but it did little to suppress her smile. She wished she could see Santana's face. "All you have to do is ask."

Santana paused as if contemplating her choices. "You're going to have to try harder if you want a song request from me…Snowflake…"

The phone clicked dead. Brittany leaned back in her chair unsure what just happened. That had been unexpected. Brittany was used to being the one to surprise people, but Santana always managed to be just as quick, if not quicker.

TAP TAP

Holly tapped the glass and made frantic urges to play the next song or do something. Brittany sat up straight in her chair and quickly fumbled over her playlist and picked something random. "This next song goes out to WMHS 97.3's favorite caller – Scrooge. Now if anyone else thinks they can call in with a request or a suggestion for Scrooge for the holiday season, the number is 1-800-973-WMHS."

Before Brittany could finish announcing the call-in number, her dashboard lit with five more callers. She turned off her mic as the song started.

Holly spoke first. "What the hell was that, Britt? I mean I know that was Santana, but that was a much different Scrooge." She looked down. "I've got people calling my line and Sue's line to get onto your show right now."

"That…" Brittany glanced down with a smile. "That was Santana…"

"Oh. That was Santana?" Holly rolled her eyes. "Like that's an answer? That, Brittany S. Pierce, that was hot and that is going to land us another advertiser. That is better than all the Lord Tubbington specials you could ever run. That is going to get WMHS 97.3 in every living room, bedroom, late night shop, and car in a ten mile radius. Before you go all heart eyes and zone out again, you need to take some of these callers after this song."

"Yes, boss." Brittany nodded, but she was already fiddling with her cell phone in her pocket. She didn't care how many people were on the line, there was only one person she wanted to talk to.

"Caller you're on the air!"

"Was that Scrooge? I thought she had disappeared! Are you two going to do a show together?"

"DJ Snowflake! Like OH MY GOD! I Looooooooooooove your show! I started listening from the beginning, but now I make my best friend listen to it too! We totally ship you and Scrooge together. Is she going to keep calling because you said that you weren't taking calls until she called in and then you mysteriously started taking calls again and she called tonight! I wrote a little fic about the tree lighting ceremony-" Brittany quickly dropped the call and moved to the next one.

"…hello…? Hello? Is that you DJ Snowflake? I can't talk very loud because my girlfriend said that if I kept listening to you at night, that I would have to go back to sleeping on the couch. I just wanted you to know I love your show and I'm so excited Scrooge is back."

"I thought this was a gimmick, but damn, that was smoking hot! Can't wait for more! Can you play me something by Pentatonix while I'm in this good mood?"

"Hey DJ! My wife and I listen to your show every night. She's working a late nightshift at emergency care so I want to dedicate Silent Night by Stevie Nicks so she has a peaceful night and makes it home safe."

Brittany put on the next request and dropped her headset. Holly nodded in approval. The phone calls hadn't stopped and Brittany had a feeling Holly was discussing another string of advertisements with someone else. She paced excitedly and kept throwing Brittany a thumbs up.

She only had a few minutes. Brittany pulled out her cell phone. It only took one ring before Santana picked up her phone.

Without missing a beat, she simply stated. "Took you long enough. I thought that phone call would get your attention."

"Yeah, my attention and everyone else's in Midtown's."

Brittany missed the sound of Santana's laughing. She remembered how exhilarated and free they felt after they escaped Sue's wrath. "I've been listening." The sound of the radio in the background became evident before Santana turned it down again. "That was kinda fun getting everyone all riled up. No wonder you like it so much, Snowflake." Santana teased.

The DJ leaned back and noticed Holly watching her. As much as she wanted to stay on the phone forever, she knew her time was limited. Brittany quickly blurted out what she had been thinking about since last night. "What do you want for Christmas, Santana?"

Taken aback, Santana hadn't expected such a direct question. "What? I haven't been asked what I wanted for Christmas since I was like twelve."

"So? Be twelve again. What do you want for Christmas?" Brittany smiled into her phone receiver. "I've wanted to ask you last night, but I got a little distracted by…"

Brittany trailed off. It was the only thing on her mind all day. Brittany shifted in her chair again thinking about how soft Santana's lips were. She finished her thought with barely a whisper. "…you."

"Want to be distracted again?"

"Yes." Brittany's breathing hitched. "But you still didn't answer the question."

"I don't know what I want. I never thought about it."

"You have to want something."

"And you'll put in a good word for me with Santa Claus?"

"I do have connections." Brittany teased, but she looked up. Holly was waiting for her to finish with the call. "Just think about it, okay?"

"What time do you get off?"

Brittany looked at the time on her dashboard. "Not until after three." She smiled deviously into her phone. "Want me to come by and distract you again?"

"Maybe." Santana's voice lowered as if she just imagined their kiss again.

Brittany rolled her hips in her chair. They were obviously thinking the same thing. "Then maybe I'll see you later tonight."

Brittany hung up the phone right as the song ended. She didn't look at Holly. She didn't need to see her boss's eyes. She could only think of brushing back Santana's hair and kissing her again. "This is DJ Snowflake! What song can I play for you?" Even though she asked the question and was excited to be on the air, her thoughts were already elsewhere.