I hope you guys didn't think that was going to be your only Christmas Eve chapter because that would have been rude of me. Remember, this is a GayHallmarkChristmasMovie, there has to be a little angst at the end. ;D

Santana and Doris? Sandoris! Hahaha you guys are cracking me up with these names you're making for all the ships and friendships in this fic.

DJ Snowflake and Scrooge

December 24
Christmas Eve
2:47 am

I'll have a blue Christmas without you
I'll be so blue thinking about you

"Britt, hun, you played that song four times in the past hour." Holly spoke into her headset. "It's practically Christmas Eve. You need to snap out of this, Brittany. I've gotten about a hundred calls asking if DJ Snowflake is okay."

"Britt? Come on. Just say you're happy and excited for Christmas Eve. Remember all the times you practiced saying Merry Christmas? Just start doing that again."

"I'm fine, Holly. I promise. I just need a little bit of time."

"We don't have time. It's Christmas Eve."

Brittany shrugged and turned Holly's feed off.

Bells will be ringing the glad, glad news
Oh what a Christmas to have the blues

3:51 pm

"So you got in okay?" Mercedes's voice was terse and annoyed. Santana could hear the agitation dripping with every word.

"I'm good. I got back last night." Santana cautiously answered. She didn't want to incur any more of her friend's ire.

"Well isn't that nice." Mercedes said through the phone. Santana could hear that she wasn't going to escape unscathed. "Because could you believe my surprise and alarm when I heard from Kurt that you had skipped out of town without at least saying good-bye to me? Do you know who I am, Santana?"

"You're m-"

Mercedes cut in before Santana could finish talking. "Your best damn friend, Santana! You do not pull that kind of stunt with me. Do you understand me?"

Santana swallowed hard and fought back the mounting guilt Mercedes added to her already shitty feelings. "Yes, Mercedes. I'm sorry, but I had to get back to work. Terri wouldn't hear no."

"Terri wouldn't hear no?" Mercedes scoffed in disbelief. "Did you finish what she wanted? Does your boss realize that it's Christmas Eve?"

"She's hosting a dinner for the board in the new renovations tonight."

"You're going right?"

Santana paused. "I don't know yet."

"She invited you though?"

"Yes, more as a way of ensuring she'd have someone to blame if anything went wrong, but yes, I'm supposed to go." Santana stood up from her vanity and finished putting in her earrings. She smoothed down her black dress and looked herself over in the mirror. She looked ready for a business party, but she didn't feel like it.

Santana had spent most of the day avoiding any reminders that tomorrow was Christmas, but everyone wished her a happy holiday. Christmas music played over every radio station and in every building. It was unavoidable. Everything reminded her of Midtown. Everything reminded her of Brittany's offer.

It could be the start of a new Christmas tradition- our Christmas tradition. Holly won't be there. It would just be you and me.

"What are you and Stanley doing for Christmas?"

Mercedes didn't give Santana the satisfaction of becoming exasperated for correcting her for the hundredth time. "His name is Sam and he's cooking Christmas Eve dinner right now." Mercedes paused and sighed in exasperation. "Are you really going to spend your Christmas Eve with a bunch of people you don't know and a shitty boss who is never going to put you in a management position?"

"It's my job."

Mercedes groaned. "Santana, I have a job too, but you know it's not going to stop me from celebrating the holidays the way I want and spending them with the people I care about."

Santana stopped applying eye liner and placed the pencil down on the counter in her bathroom. She glanced down at the cell phone on speaker. Santana didn't know what Kurt told Mercedes or if she knew about anything that happened at the bed and breakfast. But not talking about it was slowing killing her. She had been miserable and distracted.

It could be the start of a new Christmas tradition- our Christmas tradition. Holly won't be there. It would just be you and me.

She couldn't stop thinking about Brittany or that kiss or the past three weeks in Midtown.

Without thinking, Santana blurted out what had been on her mind since she had said no. "She invited me to spend Christmas Eve with her."

"What?"

"Brittany –" Santana clarified with some difficulty. It was the first time she said Brittany's name out loud since the bed and breakfast."-invited me to spend Christmas Eve with her at the studio."

Mercedes's elongated silence was enough to answer the terrible nagging Santana had felt. "And what did you say?"

Santana swallowed hard and avoided looking at the mirror in her bathroom. "I told her no and that I had to leave."

"I see…" Mercedes trailed off. The silence between them grew. Santana felt her stomach tighten in knots. "Santana, I can't tell you what to do with your life. My question is what do you really want?"

What did she want?

Maybe it was the way Mercedes said it or the way Santana had been replaying every conversation she had with Brittany, but she suddenly remembered Brittany's question when they had been flirting over the radio station.

What do you want for Christmas?

The answer became painfully obvious. So obvious, that without answering, Santana rushed out of the bathroom, flipped off the lights, grabbed her coat, and the keys to the rental car she hadn't returned yet and slammed the door to her apartment closed.

"Santana?" Mercedes questioned. She could hear a lot of movement through the phone on Santana's end.

"Fuck." Santana answered breathlessly into her the phone. She ran in heels down three flights of stairs. "I'm a fucking idiot."

"Mhmmm." Mercedes made a sound of agreement in the back of her throat and pursed her lips. It was the first time Santana said something that made sense.

Santana once again struggled to insert the key to the car in the ignition. She peeled out of her space on the street and sped down her block. "I'm leaving right now." She glanced to the clock. "I might make it before midnight if I'm lucky. God, this is just like an awful lifetime movie, Mercedes. What the hell am I doing?"

"Santana, it's only a lifetime movie if you actually get the girl." Mercedes smirked. "So, I don't want to hear from you again until you find Brittany and you tell her you're a fucking idiot yourself. It probably wouldn't hurt to kiss her too."

"Thanks, Cedes. I owe you."

"You don't owe me anything. You're my best friend and I do love you, but this whole Brittany thing is all you; it just takes your dumb ass longer to figure these things out."

9:39 pm

"Hey, hun." Holly stood in the doorway of the studio. "I don't have to go tonight. I can stay and keep you company."

"No." Brittany shook her head. The bells in her reindeer headband jingled, but they sounded a lot more excited than she felt. "It's your big night with the family. Go have fun. I've got this."

"Alright…" Holly said, but she lacked confidence in her employee's current state of mind. "But if you need me, you better call me, okay? I'm going to be listening to you the entire time when I'm at my family dinner. My aunts love the show and they've already asked if you could dedicate a few songs for them. I'll text you when they make a decision on what they want to hear."

"No problem! They will get the most excited and enthused Christmas dedication this DJ Snowflake can give them."

"They better." Holly winked. "Now…don't forget Sue isn't doing her show tomorrow so you can stay and run your show as long as you want. Since it's Christmas, I don't think anyone will complain if they get to hear your voice in the morning again."

"Sure. Sure."

"Umm-" Holly frowned. "I'm putting you back on the radio in the morning and you don't even thank me?" She undid her coat and put her bags down in the sound booth. "That's it! I'm staying. You need an intervention."

Brittany quickly snapped out of her funk as she realized Holly was serious about staying. "No! Holly! I'm fine! I'm super excited to work all the way through the morning show. It's going to be the best Christmas Eve show Midtown has ever had! I promise! And I swear I won't play The Chipmunk Song or make fun of Sue too much once I start the morning block."

"That's my girl." Holly winked with relief. "And, hun, you can make fun of Sue as much as you want. I have a feeling she's not going to listen to any show you host – morning or night."

10:51 pm

The familiar sign shown like a beacon in the dark winter night: Roz's Golden Pump.

Santana pulled up to the gas station parking lot. She couldn't believe she was here again – not just at the gas station, but back in Midtown. There was no time to wonder about how her life had ended up so insane. For the past thirty minutes, she had tried to find the address to WMHS 97.3 radio station on her phone with Siri with no luck. It was by chance that she thought of stopping at the gas station.

It had been Mercedes who had first told Santana if she didn't ask for directions, then it was her own damn fault if she got lost.

Santana ripped open the gas station doors. Her heels made very distinct clicking sounds as she crossed to the counter.

I just don't see the point of Same Auld Lang Syne as a Christmas song. Just a reminder, I will not be taking requests tonight. Go be with your loved ones and let DJ Snowflake bring you into Christmas Morning with whatever songs I want to play.

Santana almost tripped. She looked up in confusion. Brittany wasn't taking requests on Christmas Eve? That would explain why Brittany hadn't picked up when Santana called the studio. She tried Brittany's cell phone once, but it went straight to voicemail.

"Sugar!" Santana shouted as she approached the counter. "SUGAR! Where are you? I need you!"

A head from below the counter popped up with a candy cane dangling from her mouth. Her eyes went wide at the sight of Santana.

"Oh. My. God." The candy cane dropped from her mouth and shattered against the counter. "You're here."

"Yes and I-"

"Ohmygod." Sugar's voice darkened with anger. "You're here. Where have you been? DJ Snowflake has been a disaster on the air for the past two nights and everyone on the message boards said it was because you left. I didn't believe them. I mean she saved you the other day in the snowstorm and you guys had that moment at the tree ceremony then you called in and flirted with her. It was perfect! But when the DJ started only playing the most depressing Christmas songs ever, what else could I believe?"

"Sugar, liste-"

"No! You ruined DJ Snowflake! You ruined Christmas!"

"Sugar, that's why I'm here. I need to find her. I was wrong for leaving, but I can't find the studio address. I need to know where she is. I need directions!"

"You're going to apologize?" Sugar narrowed her eyes.

"Yes. I just hope it's not too late." Santana earnestly pleaded with the gas station attendant.

"So you're going to meet her now? At the studio? And tell her you're sorry and that you love her?" Sugar's excitement rose with every question and direction her mind went.

"Love? I didn't say that – I don't know if I love her. I just know I'll never forgive myself if I don't see her tonight."

"OHMYGOD! YOU LOVE HER!" Sugar screeched.

"Yes! Oh my god!" Santana shouted back. "Now stop saying that and help me!"

Sugar waved her hands excitedly in her face in an uncontrollable flailing motion. "You need directions. I know where the studio is but I'm awful at directions! This is a nightmare! I can't help. I need to help! What if I'm the reason DJ Snowflake and Scrooge don't get back together?! Ohmygodohmygodohmygod."

Santana could feel her patience dwindling. She glanced to the clock. "Come on, Sugar! Just tell me where the studio is!"

"The map!" Sugar screamed. "Where's the map! I can circle it for you on the map!"

"Are you fucking kidding me? The map?" Santana yelled in utter disbelief, but she headed straight for the door.

A few seconds later she came running back into the gas station. The obnoxiously oversized map trailed behind her and dragged on the floor. She spread the sheet across the counter. "Where is it?"

"Okay. This is where we are." Sugar circled a spot on the map with her red lipstick and then drew a line along a few roads to a spot quite a few miles away. "And that's where DJ Snowflake is."

"Thank you." Santana bundled the map together. "Thank you!"

"Go! Go! Go! Go!" Sugar shouted as Santana ran through the gas station.

Back in her car, Santana spread the map across her dashboard and studied the lines Sugar drew.

A familiar and ironic thought crossed her head as she followed the red lipstick line with her finger and mouthed the names of roads out loud. How hard could using a map really be?

"EVANS! TURN ON YOUR RADIO RIGHT NOW! SCROOGE IS ON HER WAY TO SNOWFLAKE! I REPEAT SCROOGE IS ON HER WAY TO SNOWFLAKE! CALL AND TEXT EVERYONE YOU KNOW! THIS IS SO HAPPENING!"