Chapter 2:

Santana laughed as Haley tackled her to Brittany's bed, the younger girl's cold cheeks pressing against her neck. "Hey, Haley! How are you?"

Haley wiggled in her arms before she sat up and crawled into Santana's lap. "Santana! I'm so glad you are here! I'm good. How's NY? Tell me everything."

"Later, Hay," Brittany chimed in from the doorway, "Mom wants you to go get cleaned up before dinner."

"Aww, c'mon Brit-"

"Haley, don't even start whining or Santana and I will go to her parent's for the night." Brittany warned knowing it was an empty threat. Santana's parents were traveling this holiday. They had discussed spending the night there, alone, a thought she was regretting not acting on, but Santana wanted to spend the time with Brittany's family. She loved that about Santana, she was just as much a member of this family as Brittany was.

Haley snapped her mouth closed and shook her head. She looked at Santana with pleading eyes and wrapped her arms tightly around Santana's waist.

"You heard B, Hay. Go get cleaned up, we'll be down in a minute." Santana brushed the messy blonde hair off Brittany's sister's forehead, "Go on."

"Fiiiiine." Haley let out an exaggerated sigh and trudged out of Brittany's room toward her own.

Brittany closed her door and quirked an eyebrow at Santana as her girlfriend lay back on her bed, propped up on her elbows and beckoned her over with her finger, "Oh no, that's twice in the past fifteen minutes we almost got interrupted, again. I'm not coming anywhere near you, Sextana Lopez."

It was true. They had narrowly missed getting caught in their impromptu shower to "warm up" after the short walk from the car to the house. Thankfully, Haley had squealed with excitement at seeing what she assumed to be Santana's car in the driveway, which gave Santana just enough time to frantically throw on clothes and Brittany time to wipe her mouth and finish braiding her hair. The interruption left Santana hanging, again. To make matters worse, they had gotten into a pretty heavy make-out session when Haley finally broke through Brittany's door to find them both. Needless to say, Santana was a little wound up.

"C'mon, let's go help my parents get dinner ready." Brittany held her hand out for Santana to lace their fingers together. She smiled when Santana pouted but complied and leaned close to whisper, "I promise you, you will get your kiss under the mistletoe before clock strikes midnight."

Santana's pout was wiped away with a hungry groan as she nodded and succumbed to Brittany's neck kisses as they walked down the hall toward the stairs.

…

'Mom-Dawg' Pierce gave them a knowing look when she found them at the kitchen counter waiting with false smiles. There was a "we'll talk later" threat uttered that neither girl believed in the least would actually happen. And they were right; the Christmas Eve dinner went off without a hitch.

Brittany held Santana's hand under the table as David Pierce said "grace," and squeezed her hand while Haley was talking about a boy that she liked from class. Santana soothed Brittany's nervousness with her thumb, Haley was just as much her little sister as Brit's and the idea of her liking boys was not appealing to Santana in the least, but, she knew her role was to be the cool girlfriend in case Haley needed her to be. So she would be the calm one here, even if Brittany knew she was just as worried.

They cleaned up the dishes and settled into the living room for the usual Pierce family traditions of watching Charlie Brown and making popcorn garland. It never failed to result in a popcorn fight between the girls and David with Susan coming back into the room to chastise them. It was one of Santana's favorite traditions with the family, a tradition she had thought she might miss out on with Brittany at school and her in NY. That was why she had wanted to be here tonight instead of alone with Brit, she loved these memories, and she wanted to make so many more with her best girl.

Brittany caught Santana gazing at her and nudged her. "What are you thinking about?" She asked quietly as Haley dumped the contents of her popcorn bowl on David's head across the room.

Santana laughed and held out a pillow to block the onslaught of cornels as David Pierce threw a handful blindly in their direction in an attempt to hit Haley, "Just about how much I love these nights with you. And how glad I am that we stopped using buttered popcorn for this tradition," she picked a cornel out of Brittany's hair and popped it in her mouth.

"Yeah, butter was so messy," Brittany's eyes locked on Santana's lips.

"Mmhmm." Santana leaned in to kiss Brittany when out of nowhere they were inundated with a popcorn bomb, totally destroying the moment. Santana shook the popcorn from her hair and lowered the pillow to retaliate, "Haley, I'm gonna-"

The words died in her mouth when standing there with a bowl of popcorn, a smirk and her hand on her hip was Susan Pierce. "You were saying, Santana?"

"That, I, um, was going to clean up," Santana smiled and began forming a pile of popcorn on the couch to scoop up.

"Uh huh, I thought so." Susan gave them a playful wink before she handed Brittany the bowl. "Girls, help your father clean up the popcorn, I need Santana's help in the kitchen."

Santana gulped and nodded before sending a fleeting glance back at Brittany who just shrugged and began to clean.

Once in the kitchen, Susan pulled Santana into tight hug. "Santana, I'm so glad you came, honey. It's great to see you." She kept her arms loosely around Santana's waist and leaned back, "Brittany's told me about all the care packages you've sent and the surprise visits you've made and I just want you to know that David and I really appreciate it. We can't get there as much as we'd like, but knowing you are so close to her really is comforting to us. So, thank you."

Santana beamed and hugged Susan back before the feeling overwhelmed her and she found herself sobbing.

Susan cooed in her ear and soothed up and down her back as Santana attempted to compose herself and wiped her tears. "What's wrong, honey?"

"I just, I, I miss her so much, it's so hard sometimes-" she hiccupped and looked down feeling very small in the moment.

"I'm sure it is. It's hard for us, too. But, you're doing something right, Santana." Susan assured her and pulled her close again, "Brittany lights up whenever she even so much as talks about you. Just keep looking up at those stars."

Santana pulled back and wiped away the last of her tears as she cast a surprised look at Susan.

"My baby tells me everything, honey. I noticed that beautiful piece of jewelry as soon as I came in," Susan cupped Santana's cheek and kissed her forehead, "We're so glad you are here, Santana. We love you so much."

"Mom, stop making Santana cry, please." Brittany came in with a wink and deposited the last of the popcorn debris into the trash. "Haley and Dad are having a pillow fight I'm not supposed to tell you about, but, there was a near disastrous throw near Uncle Morty's urn I thought you should know about…"

Susan's eyes widened and she scurried from the kitchen brandishing a rolling pin and yelling something that sounded like, "if Uncle Morty gets broken, Christmas is CANCELLED!"

Brittany laughed and walked up behind Santana to rest her chin on Santana's shoulder, "You okay, babe?"

Santana leaned into the embrace and tightened Brittany's hands around her waist before she spun and kissed Brittany softly on the lips, "Never been better."

…

Uncle Morty's urn survived the Great Pillow Fight of 2013, but just barely. Haley was sent to bed before "Santa" came even though she's fourteen now and knows better. Susan and David recruited the girls to carry all the presents down from the attic but banished them from placing them by the tree for fear that they would "ruin Christmas" by seeing who the gifts were for and the shapes/sizes. Brittany's family has been buying presents for Santana since she was in junior high school and spent most of her Christmas Eves with the family. This year was no different.

The house was finally quiet around 11pm. Haley had fallen asleep with the television in her room on about an hour ago and 'Mom-dawg' and Pa Pierce conked out shortly after. Santana made sure to shut off the Christmas lights and double check the locks before bringing Brit her hot cocoa. That was another one of their traditions: hot cocoa before bed and in the matching flannel pj's Susan gave them every year after Christmas Eve dinner.

"Aww, thanks baby," Brittany smiled and sat up to take the warm cup.

"Of course, Brit," Santana shrugged off the flannel top so she was just in her white tank top and flannel bottoms. The way Brittany watched with laser focus was reminiscent of their other tradition: shedding their matching pj's for late night activities. She smiled and sauntered over to the bed, careful to sway her hips just a little more than usual.

Brittany placed her mug on the bedside table and reached out to pull Santana to bed by her unreasonably tight tank top. "Mm, finally, alone at last."

Santana let herself be wrapped into strong arms and rolled until she was on her back. "Hey baby." She brushed a hair behind Brittany's ear and leaned up to kiss the soft, pink lips in front of her.

"Hey." Brittany whispered between kisses. She lowered her head and kissed away from Santana's mouth to her neck, where she paused to suck on Santana's pulse point.

"Mmm, Brit." Santana felt all that tension from earlier, all those unfinished moments and stolen kisses and secret caresses, crash back to the present when she felt Brittany's tongue on her neck and her hand teasing against her bra-less chest. She arched her back and filled Brittany's palm as the soft licking became biting.

Brittany pulled back long enough to remove Santana's tank top and shrug off her own flannel top. She pressed wet and hungry kisses along Santana's collarbone, between her breasts, pausing to give attention to pert nipples. She sucked one bud into her mouth and dragged her teeth along it, while she focused her thumb and forefinger on rolling the other. Santana's rapid breathing brought her breast more and more into Brittany's mouth, egging her own. When Santana's fingers found their way into Brittany's hair, she moved lower and licked along taut abs before she stopped to tease at the elastic on Santana's pants.

"Brittany, please," Santana scratch at Brittany's scalp and bucked her hips forward. All the nipple play and wet mouth action was just compounding her frustration from earlier. She was convinced she would die if Brittany didn't touch her soon.

Brittany nodded and looked up at dark, pleading brown eyes as she looped her fingers into Santana's pants and underwear, discarding them while she kept eye contact. She lowered herself between Santana's legs and gently pushed them apart before she pressed feather light kisses along the inside of Santana's left thigh, collecting wetness as she went. "You are so beautiful, San," she kissed higher until she hovered over Santana's glistening sex, "Will you come for me, baby? Will you come in my mouth?"

"Fuu- Brit, yes, please, make me come." Santana nodded and licked her lips as she fought the pleasure heavy lids that threatened to close. She wanted to see this, she wanted to watch Brittany and tattoo it to her memory, she didn't want to miss one moment of this.

"Good girl," Brittany smiled and lowered her lips to Santana's core once more as she laced her fingers with Santana's and watched the pleasure spread across Santana's face.

"Uh, Brit, God, that feels so good, baby." Santana tried to slow her hips to enjoy everything that Brittany was doing. She felt Brittany's lips everywhere: sucking, licking, tongue stroking, everything. Brittany's nose bumped Santana's clit when she slipped her tongue inside and Santana saw stars. She squeezed Brittany's hand in her own and tightened her grip on Brittany's hair as she felt herself climb too fast, too high.

Brittany could see Santana's eyes widen when she realized she was getting close. She felt Santana try to slow her hips and resist the rush she knew was coming. Brittany felt Santana's insides pulse around her tongue and watched as Santana's breath got shorter and faster with every suck of her lips. Santana was doing everything in her power to resist what Brittany was determined to make happen, "Don't fight it, baby, come for me, come on my face-"

Santana gasped and every ounce of resistance she had in her attempt to prolong the pleasure crashed to the wayside as Brittany's words pulled her over the edge. She let out a deep moan and her body froze as she felt herself coat Brittany's tongue and chin with wetness. A happy hum from Brittany and her lips sucking on Santana's twitching clit pulled her into a second more powerful orgasm that had her breaking their eye contact and cursing into pillow under her head in an attempt to keep quiet. Santana collapsed into the bed while Brittany continued to lap attentively along her buzzing sex before she kissed her way up her still heaving stomach and chest.

Brittany reached down and brought Santana's limp hand to her mouth where she kissed her palm lovingly and placed it behind her neck. She stretched their linked hands overhead on the bed and lowered herself down to press soft, patient kisses along Santana's jaw while she caught her breath.

Santana scratched lightly at Brittany's hairline as soft pink lips found her own and she unclasped their hands just long enough to pull Brittany against her. "That was…that was…"

"Amazing. Perfect. Wonderful." Brittany supplied with a laugh as Santana lazily sucked on her lips.

"I was going to say 'hot.' But, yeah, all of those things, too." Santana smiled and snuggled into Brittany's side as they shifted positions. She danced her fingers along Brittany's ribs and over her chest before she stopped at Brittany's necklace. She traced the line of the delicate chain before she rested her fingertips on the small gem and let out a contented sigh as Brittany pulled the covers over them and tucked her in.

Santana let out a soft purr and lifted her head up just long enough to kiss Brittany once more before she fell asleep, "There is no star that will ever shine as bright as you, B."

Brittany pressed a kiss to Santana's head and gently closed her hand around the one Santana had touching her new favorite piece of jewelry as she glanced at the clock by the bedside indicating that it was past midnight, "Thank you for giving me the universe, San. Merry Christmas."

Awwww, shucks. There's a little "warm and gooey" to go with your Christmas cookies. :) Review if you are feeling randy...or if you want me to write a little ditty for NYE. ;) Happy Holidays.