Last and final piece of my Christmas story for The Brittana Fandom's Jolly Holiday Smut-tacular!

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Following the theme of the last chapter, this one has smut in it as well (of course.)

Warnings: Brittana getting it on because they should. NSFW

Part 3: Getting Those Wings

I run my fingers through my hair and take a deep breath.

I still can't believe I'm doing this. I had the perfect opportunity and I was too stubborn to take it. I reach my hand out and rap my knuckles against the oak door. Shifting uncomfortably while I wait, I try to recall just what exactly I was thinking about not taking the opportunity I had as I shiver slightly in the cold.

The door finally swings open and I'm met with a confused but elated smile.

"Mija?" my mother asks, as if she can't believe her only daughter is standing on the porch directly in front of her.

"Hey mama, sorry I didn't call." I tell her sheepishly, my cheeks frozen from having to walk the five blocks from the bus stop at the end of the street.

My mother steps aside and waves me in, "Oh Santana, you don't have to call but we would have picked you up. You look as though you've walked all the way here."

I step into the warmth of my childhood home, strange to think it's been only a few weeks since I was here last, and yet it feels as though everything has changed.

Maybe it has.

"I didn't want to inconvenience you or papi and I had a friend offer to drive me, but I decided I'd use the time on the bus to think." I mentally kick myself for not taking that ride that Quinn had offered me when she heard I too would be returning to Lima for the holidays. A good opportunity gone to waste, but at the same time I know I would have had some explaining to do if Quinn had picked me up.

She would have, first and foremost, inquired as to why I was back in Lima when the last time she'd seen me, I was crying my heart out and declaring I'd never return to this town for any other reason than to make Brittany mine again.

Quinn would have no problem seeing right through any lie I would attempt to forge and would know immediately that I was back to try and be with Brittany. Ultimately, she'd probably try to talk me out of doing so, which is what I do not want.

I'm here and I'm doing this. I'm going to get my girl back.

"You wouldn't have inconvenienced us at all Santana, it's really good to see you." I hear my mother say before she pulls me into an embrace. I hug her back lightly, my brain tumbling with thoughts on how I'm going to go about and properly execute my plan. "You know Brittany stopped by the other day."

Well that gets my attention.

I glance down at my mother, "Oh? What did she say?" I try to play it all off cool, like I'm not internally combusting at the thought that my ex-girlfriend still took the time to come and visit my parents around the holidays.

The smirk on my mom's face tells me I'm not pulling one over her at all, "She just wanted to wish us a Merry Christmas. Gave us a basket full of treats and a card," she begins to explain and I see that glint in her eyes that says she's not telling me everything. I tilt my head and stare at her, willing her to continue and she simply chuckles softly, "She asked about you."

My eyes bulge and my throat goes dry, "Y-yeah?"

"Mhmm and how you were doing. She seemed particularly sad when I told her that you weren't going to be spending the holidays around here this year."

I bob my head in understanding, determined to stay neutral about the situation, especially in front of my mother who is liable to burst out in happy tears and hug me for hours if I tell her the real reason I'm home.

That's one thing about Mama Lopez; she's always held a soft spot for my relationship with Brittany and an even softer one for Brittany herself.

"Maybe I'll see her around then."

My mother nods, a smirk evolving at the corner of her mouth as she turns away from me and proceeds to the kitchen. I hurry up the stairs to my old room and quickly change into comfortable warm clothes before flying back downstairs and shouting to my mom that I'm taking her car.

"Oh Santana I should tell you," my mother calls out to me and I turn around to witness a somber look on her face, "I saw Brittany out with that Sam Evans boy the other day."

My eyes widen and my fists clench in irritation. Sam Evans and Brittany? That doesn't even make any sense. I nod to my mother in thanks before I exit the house and walk down to her Mercedes parked in the drive.

Better look out Trouty Mouth because your time with Brittany is about to be cutoff if I have anything to say about it.

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Everything is wrong about this picture, and I'm not just talking about the fact that I'm watching my ex-girlfriend sit in a booth across from her new boyfriend(?). Of course fish lips looks like he's having the time of his life, probably informing Brittany about some kind of 'alien' language he recently learned or how his parents decided to sign him up for a subscription to Chapstick for life.

Brittany on the other hand looks almost absolutely bored. There's perhaps a little bit of light in her eyes because she finds some sort of amusement in the situation, but I know Brittany and her reactions and she's definitely not having the time of her life right now.

That means there's still hope for me.

I may have done some reconnaissance beforehand, in the form of stopping by the Pierce's who were just in the process of leaving their house for a date night, to figure out where Brittany was. After asking them to not inform her of my return, I made my way towards the restaurant that used to be where we'd have our date nights.

Taking a deep breath I shift my way out of my mom's car and smooth my long sweater out over my leggings, making sure everything looks in place before I stride towards the entrance of Breadstix.

The hostess that greets me barely gets out a, "Can I help you?" before I'm stepping past her in the direction of Brittany. I notice she begins to slide from the booth, addressing the boy in the seat across from her in a friendly manner and I feel something.

Just underneath the surface of my chest, my heart pounds away, in a nervous and dizzy anticipation.

She looks so beautiful. So flawless and intoxicating in her simple sweater, skirt, leggings and a fuzzy hat combo of an outfit, Brittany being the only one that could ever pull something like that off and still look amazing.

Even though she takes my breath away and we haven't even made eye contact, my senses have blurred everything else within range and by the time I step up to a now standing Brittany, the only thing I can clearly see is the endless blue of her eyes as they widen in bewilderment.

"S-San?" she stutters and I can't help but smirk knowing that I can still evoke something like a giddy nervousness in her because she does that without even trying every single second of my life.

A burst of confidence and a fitting now or never attitude overcomes me and before Brittany can get any other sort of word, sentence, or noise out I'm reaching to wrap my hand around the nape of her neck and tugging her forward. With the added help of standing on my tiptoes, I bring Brittany's lips to mine in a powerful but tender kiss.

It's so physically affectionate and emotionally impacting, like free falling through the air while holding hands with the love of your life, that I literally feel a spark light between our lips. Not to be cliché or anything, I'm just being honest, and I definitely hear a squeaked whimper escape Brittany.

After one last swipe of my tongue across her sweet as a candy cane bottom lip, I pull back just enough to open my eyes and observe her reaction. They stay closed for several seconds, her breathing ragged and her pulse jumping so quick I can see it in the curves of her lips. Her cheeks pink slightly and I feel my heart expand in my chest, that fluttery feeling that rested in my stomach returning with vigor.

My lips press to the tip of her nose before I take a full step backwards and break all contact. There's a hesitating stutter of my heart before I perceive the look on Brittany's face now. My apprehension vanishes slightly when I regard her still frozen in blissfulness face. Eyes closed, lips parted, cheeks flushed and forehead relaxed.

I find myself gazing to the left when I hear a shuffle and find widened green eyes and a guppy mouth dropped open in pure shock. I incline my head towards the boy sitting in the booth.

"I'd say I'm sorry Sam but really I'm not," I acknowledge before looking back at Brittany. She has opened her eyes now and is staring at me with a mixture of interest and what I can only describe as mild exasperation. "I'm not sorry for anything except ever thinking that I could live with out you Britt."

I hear Sam scoff lightly and I glance back his way, "You see, I've been in love with Brittany Pierce since as far back as I can remember and I've finally figured out what I think I really knew all along but was too scared to admit." I'm look back towards Brittany, her face has softened, "I'm not about to let something like distance keep me from being with you Brittany because I want to be yours more than anything else in this world I could ever think or dream about. Trust me, I've been doing a lot of thinking lately, and if there's one thing I know that's real it's the way I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

Brittany's eyes widen a little, I'm assuming because of the fact that my voice is not a whisper and other people in the restaurant are turned expectantly and looking our direction. I step forward again and invade Brittany's space, something I have no control over driving my actions. I lean forward until I'm resting my forehead against hers speaking loud enough so that more than just Brittany can hear, but not making a complete show of things.

"I'm in love with you Brittany Pierce, and I want everyone to know that. I want everyone to see how lucky I am to call you mine, if you'll have me."

With one final kiss to the corner of Brittany's mouth I step back and give her a reassuring nod before I turn around and walk out of the restaurant not looking anywhere else but forward. It's all I have in me to get into my mother's car and drive away a little bit before I gasp out the breath I'd been holding, and the pseudo calm exterior I'd been displaying crumbles in a fit of panicked gasps.

I manage to pull myself together a few minutes later and pull away from the side of the road where I had parked, my new destination one place and one place only.

My heart's hoping that it'll find what it needs there sometime in the next few hours.

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I've been sitting on the front porch of Brittany's parents house for the better part of an hour, not the brightest move on my part considering the cold but at the same time completely worth it if Brittany shows up.

I notice a beat up pick up truck pull up along the curb in front of the driveway. I watch as Brittany hopes out of the passenger seat and says something to the driver, Sam by the looks of the truck if I remember correctly, before he pulls away and she starts walking in my direction.

My heart leaps a little when I see her glance up at me but then it falls as I notice that less than cheerful look that has crossed her face. It's very rare to see Brittany mad, and incredibly hot at the same time, but right now she appears to be debating between kicking my ass and verbalizing me into a weeping mess.

Both of which she is completely capable of accomplishing, and well.

I stand from my spot, and swallow a gulp while smoothing out my sweater. I step to the side as she reaches the door and shoves the keys in the lock. Without saying a word she walks through the door, leaving it open in a clear invitation for me to follow. With a deep breath, I follow her and softly close the door behind me before walking towards the living room where I know Brittany is waiting.

As I arrive I find her pacing the carpet in front of the Pierce Christmas tree, hands on her hips, forehead creased, and incoherent grumbles leaving her lips. I wait, as patiently as I can despite the nerves that are wrecking my body, until she's ready to address me.

Finally she turns to me.

"I just…." She says.

"I know."

"And you…."

"I did."

"Then you go and…"

"I'm really not sorry about that."

"And you're just so…ugh!" Brittany finishes, her index finger pointing at me in accusation and all I can do is fight back the smile that's dying to appear on my lips. She's just so Brittany, even when she's arguing and frustrated, and I can tell her anger is dissipating.

Taking a chance, I step towards her.

"Why did you do that Santana?"

I reach out and take her hand in mine, secretly ecstatic that she doesn't wrench it away. "I told you Brittany, I'm in love with you and I want us to be together."

Something flashes in her eyes, hope maybe, before they return to a somber blue and her chin drops to her chest, "But I'm still stuck in Lima and you deserve better things."

All this time and she's the one that still feels like she doesn't deserve me somehow? What have I been doing all my life to ever make her think that? It's about time I start rectifying those thoughts. I step closer, encircling my other hand around her waist.

"Britt, if there's anything I've learned being away from you it's that we're stronger together. I don't just want you Brittany I need you. Not in the sense that I'm dependent on you, but because of how you make me feel. You make everything trivial seem like sunshine on a cloudy day and everything that's special seem as though it's a wonderful miracle. You give every dream I have purpose because in them all I see is you by my side."

"You can't say things like that." Brittany suddenly says in a sob before she takes a step back, disconnecting our hands.

Suddenly everything I thought would go right has quickly taken a wrong turn as I watch tears streak Brittany's cheeks and anguish overcome her face. My heart rolls in a sickening wave, feelings of rejection and failure lurking up from within.

Have I said something wrong? Did I go too far, too fast?

"Britt I…" I start but a vigorous shake of Brittany's head immediately halts me. She actually looks like she's physically in pain.

Did I do this?

What was left of my floating heart sinks to my gut, a rush of nausea filtering through me. I guess my leap of faith turned into a hard crash to concrete reality. Brittany, no matter what I thought or wanted to believe, apparently has been able to get over what I hoped we had.

With a thick swallow to coat the dryness of my aching throat, an effect of me holding back the sobs I desperately want to choke out, I nod once to her before taking a deep breath and turning away. Tears paint my cheeks before I even get four steps away. Then a harmonious voice calls out into the silence.

"When I stayed with Artie, I was never really doing that in the sense that you thought I was." I freeze in my departure, Brittany's words laced with sadness but brewing in conviction. "I didn't stay with him because I loved him more than you Santana, I stayed with him because I knew that you weren't ready to be what you really wanted to be for me. I was never in love with him, not like I always have been with you."

Her voice is shaky, like she's had this speech written and prepared for ages but she never had the chance to practice it and suddenly it's all new and exciting and terrifying to say out loud.

"I've always known you've loved me Santana, maybe not in the same way I've always loved you, at least not until last year, but I've always known." Something about the way her words trail off in a whisper cause me to turn around, my body telling me I need to look her in the eyes when she says her last statement. "But now, I couldn't be more proud of how far you've come and I know more than ever that we can be the couple we were always meant to be."

The smile I was attempting, yeah right, to hold back bursts across my lips. I breathe in deeply through my nose and walk the four steps back to Brittany, reaching out and taking her hand in mine again.

"I broke up with Sam, not that we were ever really dating but I told him he wasn't the one I wanted to be with anyway." She admits and the smile on my face only grows.

"Yeah?"

Brittany nods, "It was never really anything more than an attempt to lessen the hurt I was feeling over not being able to be with you. I wasn't in love with him. He's nice and he could make me laugh on occasion, but he wasn't you Santana. No one could ever be you."

I lick my lips and step closer to her, "Does this mean...? I trail off and wait until she meets my focus. When our gaze locks, I can see the answer in her eyes but she still verbally informs me.

"I love you too Santana Lopez, and I want to be with-" My patience has had about as much as it can take. In one swift motion I wrap Brittany up in my arms and plant my lips on hers, feeling the way she kisses that last word into the fullness of my bottom lip as a smile blooms across both of our faces.

We part in a satisfied keen from Brittany, the weight of her body shifting fully into my arms, but our lips remain pressed together even as she mumbles against them, "Take me to bed?"

No other words, well no better words at least, could be uttered in this moment and with slight maneuvering, I hoist Brittany into my arms, her long firm legs wrapping around my waist, and I carry her down the hall to the last bedroom on the left, our lips fused together the entire journey.

With a kick to her bedroom door behind me, I inch towards Brittany's bed and deposit her onto the surface, kneeling between her legs to work on removing her lower garments. The boots are first, the skirt and leggings follow quickly afterwards and I can't stifle the chuckle that escapes my lips when I witness the panties that Brittany dons.

I glance up to her face and see it scrunching in mortification, "Oh God, tell me I'm not wearing my Snoopy as Santa's little helper panties."

"Do you want me to tell you that and lie or…?"

She groans and covers her face with her hand, falling backwards onto the mattress with a huff and mumbling something that sounds vaguely like, "I wasn't exactly planning on anyone else seeing them."

I chuckle and smooth my hands up her thighs, twisting them into the inside of her porcelain flesh before my lips follow the same path. Her hips jerk off the mattress slightly when I nip at the fabric between her legs before running my hands under her top and lifting it up her body as I go. My lips trace the taut skin of her stomach, my tongue poking out along the curves of her abs before I'm hovering over her.

"I'm not saying I don't appreciate them, but they're definitely going to have to go." I husk as I dip my face into the crook of her neck and suck at the skin along the flesh I find there. Brittany groans above me, her body tensing in anticipation.

"Ugh, if you're going to take them off…" she pants before her eyes snap open and gaze into my own, "please do it quickly."

I grin and peck her lips, "Always so proper, that's why I love you so much." My intentions of returning to between her legs and removing her panties is cut short when Brittany's hands tangle in my hair and she draws our lips together, sucking the breath from my mouth with an eager kiss.

"I love you too." She mutters breathless when we part and I swallow thickly to keep the arousal punching through my own body to a minimum, at least until I've properly sated Brittany.

Somehow in the removal of her top and bra, Brittany ends up in the center of her bed with me hovering over her and kissing along every piece of precious skin exposed to my lips and eyes.

She's divine.

The way I'm seeing Brittany right now is like the very first time. Every inch of her skin glows in such perfection you'd think a miracle painted it on her itself. I want to touch, kiss, breathe in every part of her in case this is yet another dream, when I wake up I want the essence of Brittany to still linger on my consciousness.

I continue to kiss my way down her body, arriving at her chest with a sigh of delight. Brittany's breasts are heaving up and down in front of my eyes and I'm torn between which to start worshiping. I decide on both, bringing my right hand up to cup the swell of her left breast as my lips descend on the pert nipple of the right.

My lips attach around the bud and pull it into my mouth as my tongue curves around the stiffness in tandem. Brittany cries out above me, one of her hands dropping to the back of my head where she grips my tangled mess of hair, her left hand dropping to my right where she guides my movements as I massage her flesh.

Her fingertips graze down my forearm as I secure her left nipple between my fingers and tug lightly to draw those incredible sounds out of her.

"S-San….ooh."

I can feel her ab muscles clenching and shuddering underneath me, my own stomach pressed hard against her lower body as my hips rest between her legs. I switch gears; drifting my lips across her skin until they encircle the nipple my fingers have been tugging on. I lap at the darker pink before sucking the bud between my lips and running the ridges of my teeth over the stiffness.

Brittany moans again, her hips canting up into my lower stomach, a brush of heat and wetness causing a moan to fall from my own lips. My left hand squeezes at the flesh of her right breast as the tips of my fingers collect the moisture I left there and draw circles around her hard nipple.

Her whole body quivers beneath me a few minutes later when she cups my cheeks and draws my eyes in line with her own. Her breath is coming out in heavy pants, and a light sheen of sweat covers her forehead.

She gulps, "I need you to fuck me right now Santana," she swallows, "or I might not survive. I want you inside of me, please."

My heart leaps back up my chest, her words drying my throat and dampening the space between my own legs. I lean back up to press a kiss to her lips before I glide fully down her body and settle between her spread legs. The Snoopy panties are quickly removed and the scent of Brittany hits me even more forcefully. I inhale deeply, savoring the feeling of being in this position again before leaning down and pressing a kiss to her dripping folds.

A cry from above me and the jerking of hips makes me grin in smugness before I tilt in again and part her folds to taste Brittany's arousal with a broad stroke of my tongue, my lips wrapping firmly around her clit and sucking sharply before I pull away again and scramble back up her body.

Her eyes pop open in desperation as I sit up so I'm kneeled between her legs and wait until she can see me run my fingers between my own legs.

"Oh shit." She curses.

Her eyes flutter as she watches my fingers disappear for a moment before slipping back out. I hover over her again raising my finger to her lip and brushing a hint of my wetness across the swollen pink bottom curve before sliding my hand back between her legs. She gasps at the feeling of my index finger slipping through her wetness in the same manner as my tongue had only moments before.

"I want you to feel me inside of you in every possible way," I whisper before my lips connect with hers and we both moan at the taste of each other in our mouths. Brittany's hands grips desperately onto my biceps as my first two fingers sink inside of her tight heat. I groan at the way her walls squeeze against the intrusion, sliding through that velvet softness that I have missed so much.

I have to break from the kiss as Brittany cants her hips towards me and plunges my fingers deeper inside of her, a broken moan leaving her lips at the action. Her legs wrap around my thighs when I'm completely filling her up, her insides gripping around my fingers as if begging for more.

"Fuck Santana, I love when you're inside of me." She husks before rocking her hips into my fingers again. "Make me come baby."

The combinations of demanding Brittany and the curses that are leaving her pretty mouth have me on edge. I slip my fingers out of her before driving them back in, twisting them to touch everywhere.

"You want me to make you come Britt?"

She nods and moans, biting her lip as I thrust into her again. "God yes San-tana! Ugh, don't ever stop…"

I shake my head against her shoulder, where my forehead has fallen to rest, "Never baby. Not even when you come hard around my fingers. I want to make love to you until we both pass out."

Brittany groans, her walls clenching around my fingers at my words and I push harder grinding my hips into the back of my hand as I rock into her.

"Just like that baby, ugh," I pant into her skin, my thrusts picking up pace as I reach for Brittany's release, "the way you feel around my fingers. So sexy."

"Oh-yes San…ugh fuck!"

I can feel the way her legs are quivering in their grip around my own, squirming back and forth as my fingers dip in and out of her again and again and again.

"Mmm, shit s-so clo…OH!" Brittany cries as I curl my fingers inside of her, my thumb pressing down to circle against her hard throbbing clit. I raise my head until my eyes can look down on her, needing to see the way she falls apart because of me.

"You're so amazing Britt, so incredible." I murmur, brokenly as my grinding results in me bumping my own clit against the back of my hand as I continue to slide inside of her.

Brittany's face is flushed, her lips caught between her teeth so hard that the skin is turning white when I push inside of her again I lean down to nip at the skin just below her ear, knowing it will send her spiraling over.

It does.

With one more violent shake below me, I feel her insides grasp around my fingers so blissfully tight. Her back arches off the bed and a moan leaves her lips.

"San'ana!" is screamed out before Brittany's voice cracks and her body goes still.

I slow my rocking to a stop, my fingers still gently curling inside of her as she shakes in her after release.

Even though my own sex aches for release, I slip my fingers out of her when I'm able and wipe them on the bed sheet next to her quivering thigh. Pressing a kiss to her lips I inhale the taste of her orgasm as it lingers there, a gasp released into my mouth when my still slightly damp fingers palm Brittany's hipbone.

When she's done gasping for air, her eyelids flicker open and she smiles up at me licking her lips before she speaks. "I can…" is all she manages to breathlessly squeak out, her hand vaguely waving in the direction of my own sex and I chuckle before pecking her lips again.

"It's okay Britt, just rest a little." I tell her, settling down on top of her body as I pull a blanket off her floor and drape it around us. I scoot up to kiss her again, lazily but loving to ensure she knows that this is really really what I want.

"Love you." She mumbles and I chuckle again.

"Love you too gorgeous, I'll be here when you wake up." I whisper into the night before allowing my eyes to close in exhaustion and I fall asleep to the sound of Brittany's moderately erratic heartbeat.

If this is a dream, I know that I don't want to wake up and I'll cling to ever fiber of my imagination to stay here in this moment with Brittany.

That's my only wish this Christmas season.

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One Week Later- Christmas Morning

After waking up super early in the morning to find Brittany dozing next to me with the biggest grin on her face for the seventh day in a row, I finally stop pinching myself because I'm inclined to believe that this is really happening. I've finally really gotten the girl of my dreams and I'm never letting her go.

There was a good several hours spent between us, when we weren't getting reacquainted in bed, talking and trying to figure out what to do with our futures.

In the end we decided that I would stick around Lima, maybe getting a job at McKinley working for Coach Sue, until Brittany finished the school year. Then after a summer of us both working and saving up money we would move to New York where she would attend whatever school she wanted and I would try to get a job as a jazz singer, or some kind of singer at a diner or something.

All in all, it was decided that no matter what, we were going to do things together. To follow our dreams together with the person that makes up the majority of those dreams and desires standing next to us.

It was such a well constructed plan that even our parents think we'll be just fine. It's not as if telling us it wouldn't work could have stopped us from doing it, but it's nice to know that we have their support too.

As I roll over and wrap my arm around Brittany's bare waist I feel her stir under my touch and my gaze automatically travels to her face where I wait with bated breath for her to open those gorgeous eyes I never fail to fall into.

"It would be cute that you're watching me sleep if it wasn't also slightly frightening." I hear Brittany mumble without opening her eyes.

My lips drop into a pout before I err on the side of defensive. "I wasn't watching you, I was admiring pure beauty right before my eyes."

Finally pale eyelids give way to vibrant blue and Brittany's lips quirk in a smile, "Oh?" she teases and I nod, shuffling closer until our noses are touching.

"Mhmm, it's like I was looking in a mirror or something." I joke and get a scoff, weak shove and a pout from my girlfriend. I let out a boisterous laugh before I snuggle up to her again and plant kisses from her temple to her chin.

"I'm kidding baby, you're the only one I consider breathtakingly stunning."

She seems to ponder again before she nods, "A bit on the really gushy side but I suppose I'll take it, as long as…" she trails off so I arch my eyebrow expectantly, "you tell me you love me."

"I love you Brittany Pierce." I say without hesitation, kissing her again. We roll into an embrace before Brittany suddenly halts our lip lock a few minutes in.

Her eyes bug, "Wait, what day is today?!"

I smile and kiss her again, "Christmas day beautiful. Merry Christmas Brittany."

With a giddy squeal and smile Brittany rolls out from under me and bounces off the bed, still naked, to bound over to my window and look outside.

"San, it looks like it's going to snow!" she exclaims and I make my way out of bed, much more leisurely, to join her by the window, wrapping my arms around her waist and molding my body into hers as my lips press to her shoulder.

Outside the weather doesn't look like it's changed much, it's been uncharacteristically warm this winter in Lima and thus there's been a lack of snow. But it's something that makes Brittany happy so of course I'm not going to disagree with her.

"You might be right babe," I tell her, perching my chin on her shoulder as she rests her hands over my own on her stomach and laces her fingers through the gaps. "Just remember, even if it doesn't snow this year there will be plenty of winters for us to celebrate with snow in New York."

"In our own house in Ridgewood?" she asks, referencing the brief revelation I made about a dream I had of us living there. I didn't tell her everything, because I'm not even sure if I wouldn't think I was crazy recounting that, but she deserved to hear the tidbit of me believing (knowing) we were going to have a beautiful house together someday.

I nod, "That's right. With our…dogs or cats and whatever else."

"Kids?"

My heart leaps but I try to stay cool, "If that's what you want Brittany because I want everything with you."

She turns around in my arms and wraps her hands around my neck, looking straight into my eyes, "I've always wanted everything with you but mostly to call you my own and someday get to love a little miniature you just as much."

A verbal response wouldn't convey my feelings properly so instead I kiss her with every bit of emotion I have. When our lips part I whisper against hers, "Good because that's exactly what I want."

"Merry Christmas Santana." She murmurs before we kiss again into silence.

As we dress and get prepared to join my parents downstairs for the joyful morning Brittany tugs me back into her arms.

"By the way, if we have a boy I've always wanted to name him Nolan, that way we can call him Nol around the holidays and it'll sound like we're saying Noel. It'll be like our own personal Christmas miracle."

I don't think it's possible to love this woman anymore than I already do, but I'm sure I won't stop finding out for the rest of my life and I'm okay with that.

"That's a perfect idea Britt. We'll have our own wonderful life."

"Like a Gleeful life?"

I laugh, "Yeah something like that." I tell her before kissing her silly again.

Somewhere in the distance I swear I hear a bell chime.

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What more is there to say? I definitely enjoyed writing this verse, and I am considering expanding it into a few other one-shots where you'd get to see married Brittana with their adorable son Nolan. If that's something you're interested in, stick around you might see it!

Thank you all again for being such awesome shining individuals!