A/N: Happy Holidays! I decided to write a shortish Christmas fic this year! I'm thinking it'll be about 10 chapters (hopefully!). Don't forget to check out the newest update to Growing Up for your holiday needs! This is pretty much immediately following Season 3 canon, except Brittany graduates.I don't own Glee and I'm Michael Buble.

Chapter 1: I'll Be Home For Christmas

"Brittany, I don't understand why we're going home to Lima for Christmas. We have all we need right here!" Santana gestured around their tiny studio apartment. A tiny two-foot tree was on their table and a wreath hung on the wall.

"Don't be silly San. This isn't nearly everything we need for Christmas! What about a place to build a snowman and room for a proper Christmas tree?" the blonde said, continuing to pack her suitcase.

"This tree is so much more fun than a big one. You don't have to worry about making it perfect for the neighbors." the Latina groaned.

"What are you talking about San? A big tree is just more space for fun ornaments!" Brittany explained.

"I still don't see why we have to go home. I told you I'd give up a table for the tree." Santana huffed.

"Because we should spend Christmas with our family!" the dancer sat beside the Latina "Why don't you want to go home?"

"Because my perfect Christmas break is a three-week sex marathon with you." Santana grinned.

"But what about baking Santa cookies and caroling and decorating the tree?" Brittany pouted.

"Do you know how I spent my Christmas as a kid?" Santana asked her girlfriend.

"Not really." Brittany shrugged.

"I had to perfectly decorate the trees in our house, attend multiple holiday parties with my parents, and spend Christmas day hoping they didn't called into the hospital. They always did, leaving Abuela and me to attend three hours of Christmas mass." Santana shrugged "I wasn't allowed to build a snowman in the yard, risk injury going sledding or skating and we only could sing Silent Night and the like. We never watched Rudolph or Frosty or The Grinch."

"But those are all the essentials to Christmas! Santana, now you HAVE to come home with me so I can show you a proper Christmas: Pierce style." Brittany instructed.

"Alright, how about we make a bet? If you can make me love Christmas I'll do all the chores for a month when we get back to New York. And if I still don't love Christmas, you'll do the chores." Santana smirked.

"You're so on." Brittany shook Santana's hand and then urged her to get packed. They were leaving early the next morning and the Latina was not a morning person. Brittany just hoped she could get her sleepy girlfriend through TSA without her going all Lima Heights on them. She snuck the present she'd bought Satana into her suitcase, and happily help the other girl pack.

The sun had yet to rise when the girls locked up their apartment the next morning. The night before, Santana had unplugged everything except their cellphone chargers: no reason to pay an energy bill when they weren't there. Brittany took a final glance around the apartment as she dragged both suitcases and Santana down the stairs and into a waiting taxi. She paid the driver once they pulled up to JFK, tipping him for not making a fuss about Santana's morning groans. The Latina needed coffee or a bed STAT. Brittany shook her head as she watched Santana drag her suitcase as if it was full of bricks, knowing full well what her girlfriend had packed didn't weigh nearly enough for the exaggerated struggle. They'd smartly both packed light enough that their suitcases could be carry-on luggage, so they headed straight to TSA. Once they were through, Santana made a beeline for the Starbucks, Brittany dragging behind her. The blonde grinned as her girlfriend sucked down an Americano while she softly sipped a hot chocolate.

"Britt, I seriously don't understand how Starbucks can taste so much better in an airport, but I swear it's the best," Santana said, perking up a bit now that she'd had her caffeine for the day.

"Probably because we paid nearly double the price for the same cup of coffee," Brittany rolled her eyes.

"Whatever you say. So, have you hatched a plan to win our bet yet?" Santana smirked, stealing a sip of the blonde's cocoa, her coffee gone.

"Letting you sip my cocoa" Brittany grabbed the cup "And buying you coffee was the start."

"Nicely done. So how do you plan to make me not hate the flight on the plane?" Santana said, looking at the time to see when they could board.

"I downloaded a few episodes of Sweet Valley High onto my phone. If that's not satisfactory, we could always check something off my bucket list." Brittany said nonchalantly.

"Wanky." Santana grinned "But no way. These planes are nasty." Santana shook her head vehemently.

"So are we." Brittany reminded with a wink. Santana shook her head and, taking money from Brittany because she refused to carry cash, went to get herself another coffee and bottle of water before they boarded. When she got back to the gate, Brittany was standing in line. She joined her, passing her the cold bottle, and got out her ticket. Before she could blink, she was sat in a window seat overlooking the wing of the plane with Brittany beside her. She stared out the window as they took off, Brittany's hand clutching hers tightly. She gently rubbed her thumb along the back of Brittany's hand. The girl wasn't scared of flying, but she was incredibly sensitive to pressure change. Once they steadied out, she helped her remember all the methods they'd researched on how to help relieve the pressure. Brittany handed Santana her phone as she forced a yawn to pop her ears, the Latina pulling up the episodes in their latest binge. Despite the distraction, Brittany was still very much persistent in joining the mile-high club. Santana looked around the full plane. She pulled the blanket out of Brittany's backpack and threw it over their laps.

"You better be quiet," Santana whispered. Brittany bit her lip nodding. Santana snuck her hand into the waistband of the blonde's sweatpants and traced the waistband of the girl's underwear teasingly.

"Be quick San." Brittany reminded quietly. Santana nodded as she began to rub the girl over her underwear. Brittany snuck her own hand over to Santana's lap, carefully unbuttoning and unzipping the jeans the girl had insisted on wearing. She repeated the girl's own actions, and when Santana snuck her hand into her underwear she did the same.

"You sure you can be quiet?" Santana whispered seductively, and Brittany nodded quickly. Santana entered her with one finger and heard the blonde inhale sharply. She was having trouble herself as Brittany entered her but kept a good front as she pumped her finger before adding a second. She worked the blonde to orgasm after another minute of pumping her fingers and rubbing the girl's clit methodically. Brittany kept her own hand pumping even as she came down until Santana came as well. They both grinned widely at each other, taking a moment to savor it. A few minutes later, Brittany checked it off her bucket list on her phone.

It wasn't much longer before they touched down in Columbus. Waiting just outside security were three blue-eyed blondes smiling lovingly at their daughter, who ran ahead of Santana, who grabbed her girlfriend's suitcase as she watched her throw her arms around her dad happily, the man lifting her up even though Brittany was only an inch shorter than him. She reached them and smiled as Adam Pierce pulled her into a hug of her own, picking her up much higher off the ground than he'd been able to do to Brittany.

"Hey, Dad Pierce," Santana mumbled as the man released her from his infamous bear hugs. She was quickly swept up into a hug by Beverly Pierce. Brittany's little sister Ashley, now ten, opted to just shrug at the Latina and her sister.

"Ash, where'd you pick up my attitude?" Santana teased before squeezing the girl in a hug.

"Tana, I'm too cool for hugs." the girl groaned.

"Totally impossible." Brittany laughed "Santana tried that on me when we were ten too, but then she got all pouty after a hug less week." she pulled her little sister in.

"Britt, you should've still hugged me when Finn knocked me down on the playground." Santana frowned.

"You two haven't changed at all have you?" Adam asked and the girls simultaneously answered: not at all.

"Alright, well let's get going! We need to get a tree, buy ingredients for cookies, pick out matching pajamas and get home so you so we can start watching movies." Beverly said, leading everyone out to the car.

"Isn't that a lot to get done in one day?" Santana asked Brittany, who shook her head.

"We're starting late this year, this is necessary!" the blonde smiled. Santana sighed, wondering how this fits into Brittany's plan of winning the bet. However, when Brittany sang "Christmas eve will find me, Where the love light gleams, I'll be home for Christmas, If only in my dreams" to her in the car, she realized she was going to have a hard time winning.