landslide [glee one shots]

My One Christmas Wish (Brittana)

i know this is late but shhh. just go with it ; )

thanks for reading!

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"Britt, why are we here again?" Santana asked as she scrunched her nose up in disgust as she just saw a kid pick his nose.

"Because I need to tell Santa something and a letter just wont do," Britany replied excitedly, bouncing on her tiptoes to see over the people in front of them. There were only two families so that made the blonde really happy.

"As much as I know Santa will enjoy a visit from a lovely blonde like yourself, don't you think that he's already ambushed enough with everyone else's requests? If you write him a letter then he can look back incase he forgets." the shorter girl tried to convince her girlfriend. Honestly, she was just hungry and the smell of freshly baked pretzels was haunting her.

"I'll write him my own note in neon permanent marker right now if that's the case but I need to tell him right now." she insisted as they both shuffled ahead in line. "Plus notes always get lost or one of his reindeer could've eaten it. Or what if he got into a fight with one of his elves and they threw it away out of revenge. That would be a disaster."

Santana couldn't help but smile fondly at that. Her lover made some excellent points and who was she to bring her spirits down?

"It's your turn," an elf called to the pair blandly as the mom and dad that was in front of them took away two crying kids, walking to the exit.

"Finally!" Brittany says in a clipped tone as if she's been waiting 2 hours as opposed to the 30 minutes they were in line. She quickly handed another elf her 10 dollar fee (slipping an extra five with the words, "For your hard work in the North Pole." whispered) and walked up to the man sitting in the chair, plopping on his lap.

"Hello, young lady," he said skeptically, adjusting his small glasses that were on the tip of his nose. "Um, what would you like for Christmas?"

"Here's the deal," Brittany said, suddenly serious, and Santana chuckled from her stance near the exit. "I know you're busy delivering toys and such and I actually don't really like you because I never got my Barbie dreamhouse when I was seven, but," she paused, voice now softer and a smiled played on her lips. "I'm willing to forgive you if you can grant this one wish that I have for christmas."

The man in the suit shifted a tad bit uncomfortably as the teenager made her demands. He only signed up for kids under the age of 7, not girls who probably were just making out in the bathroom. But, he guessed, she hadn't peed on him or spilt juice on him so how bad could this be?