Merry Christmas ❤

Magic Under The Mistletoe

"It's Christmas Eve?! You're joking!" I scream. I run frantically around my room picking up items of my clothing that have ended up on the floor somehow. I shove my bra and underwear back in the drawer, blushing and pretending I can't see Santana smirking at me. I run past the door, then I stop in my tracks and turn back, staring at the handle. There's a leopard print G-string hanging off it. "Where did that come from?!" I shriek. Santana gets up off the bed and comes to my side. "You took it off me last night." She says. "That's so disgusting. I must have been drunk." I say, and storm out of my room.

Kurt is sitting on the sofa and he turns to look at me. "Are you done in there?" He asks, looking amused. "I love you both, but whoa!" I sit down next to him. "What do you mean?" He puts on a girly voice. "Oh, Santana, I'm so close, don't stop, oh baby don't stop!" He says breathlessly. I shove him. "Shut up!" Of course he doesn't shut up. "Ohh Rachel, Rae, Rach, oh honey bear, come into me baby, don't stop, keep going, holy shit Berry!"

I whack him over the head with a cushion, blushing furiously. "Stop it stop it stop it!"

He takes the cushion from me and hits me back. He looks at me sympathetically. "Look, if you want her out of the house, I can take her ice skating?" He offers. I laugh. "Oh, so she can push you over from behind, pretend it wasn't her, then take photos and put them on Twitter?" He considers this. "Good point. Why don't you take her? I'll start the Christmas decorations."

I smile at him. "Sure, just don't try and cook anything. I don't want the kitchen or the whole apartment burning down." We both laugh. "Happy holidays!" He says. "So what did Santana do?" He asks me. "She screamed in my ear to wake me up, then I found her wearing my black silk Victoria's Secret nightie," he opens his mouth "Which I DID keep secret, and then I found a leopard print G-string hanging off my door handle!" I tell him. "I thought there was a lock on your door." He says, confused. I give him my 'seriously?' face. "Come on, Kurt. This is Santana we're talking about. She obviously picked the lock or busted it to get in." He shakes his head. "Go on, get her out of here."

"SANTANA!" I yell. She comes out of my bedroom, wearing my clothes, again! I sigh. "Santana, go and put your own clothes on. Then a scarf, thick socks, winter boots and a coat. I'll put mine on too." She stares at me. "Why?" I smile. "We're going ice skating."

Watching Santana ice skate is like watching Bambi trying to walk on the ice. Every time she falls she lets out a girly squeal, and about five guys hurry over to help her up. And when she tries to get up, she falls straight back down again. "I think I've got it, Rachel!" She calls to me, skating a few inches. She looks so proud, I don't have the heart to tell her she's going backwards.

Suddenly she crashes to the ground again. "Oh no..." I sigh. "Don't think about it too much!" I call. "It'll feel more natural then!"

She moves on her knees to the edge of the rink and pulls herself up. "You," she pants. "Get on this ice now, and skate with me!" The group of girls at the table next to me, who I strongly suspect are all lesbians (they've been staring at her since we got here) glare at me. "No! No way!" I shake my head at her. She opens the small door to the rink and carefully walks towards me, wobbling on her skates. "Hey Bambi! Didn't expect to see you here!" I call, and laugh. She reaches the table and drops into the chair next to me. "Skating is harder than I thought!" She says.

One of the girls at the table next to us calls over "Hey Bambi!" Santana and I both look at her. Then I look at Santana. There's fire in her eyes. Obviously that girl heard me call her Bambi and thought that was her name. I know it's not, but she doesn't. Santana stands up, and goes over to the girl. "What did you call me?" She says softly and quietly. "I thought that was your name..." The girl says, looking scared. Oh no. I have to stop her before someone gets hurt. "Santana!" I jump up. She whips round to look at me. The girls all look at me too. "Stop it!" I try to pull her away from them. She pulls her arm away from me. "Stay out of it, Rachel!" I take her arm again. "No! I'll, I'll come on the rink with you!"

Her face relaxes and the fire goes out of her eyes. She starts pulling me eagerly towards the ice, causing me to trip on my skates a few times.

Santana pulls the door to the rink open. She steps onto the ice, and she does one loop of it, then comes back to me. "Your turn! This should be good." Clearly she thinks I'm going to land hard on my butt. I place one foot down cautiously, then the other. I skate forward a little way, then a bit further. I make it halfway around the rink before I do fall down on my butt. Santana skates over to me and pulls me up, laughing. "It's not funny!" I say, checking myself for cuts and bruises. "Yes it is!" She laughs. My phone rings and I pull it out of my pocket. "Hello?" I hear Kurt's frantic voice. "Rachel, you and Santana need to come home now! There's going to be a massive snowstorm soon!" He sounds really worried. "Okay, we'll be there soon." I promise, and hang up. "What did Lady Hummel want?" Santana asks. "There's going to be a massive snowstorm and he wants us to come home." I tell her.

Suddenly, the whole skating rink turns light pink, like the pink you see on Valentines Day. "And now it's time for the Christmas Couples Skate!" A voice announces over a loudspeaker. "Come on Santana, lets get off the ice." I tug at her gloved hand, wanting to get off before we get knocked down by couples skating. A boy skates up to me and grabs my hand, pulling me away from Santana. She slips and hangs on to the wall for support. Halfway around the rink, the boy lets go of me and I fly forwards at rocket speed.

Someone skates out in front of me. I'm going too fast to see their face. I'm going to...CRASH. Both of us fall down. They hit their head hard on the ice. The impact it has on me is less severe. I sit up slowly. Everything is kind of blurry. The world shifts, and the Christmas lights come back into focus. So does the face of the person next to me, struggling to get up. "Santana! Oh my Barbra, I'm so sorry!" I pull her into a sitting position and then put my arm around her shoulders and help her stand up.

"I think we'd better get home. You need treatment for that," I point to the bump on her head. "And that snowstorm is going to start soon." We get off the ice and put our shoes back on. As soon as we get through the door, we're leapt on by Kurt. "Thank god you're both okay!"

"Yeah we're fine Kurt." I get a bag of frozen peas from the freezer and give them to Santana. She sits on the couch and presses them to her forehead. "Okay, I'll be in my room if you need me." Kurt says, and leaves. Outside, the snow is falling fast. I sit next to Santana on the couch. She shifts and puts her legs across my lap.

There's an unfamiliar look in her eyes, warm and loving. It makes my whole body tingle.

She pulls something out of her coat pocket and holds it up above our heads. "Mistletoe?" I ask. "Yep." She leans in close to me and kisses me on the lips. Fireworks. That's all I can say. It's magic. Magic under the mistletoe.

She leans back against the arm of the couch. "You like?" She asks. I nod, and blush. She looks at the flakes falling outside the window, then at me.

She holds her phone up. 12.04 AM.

"Merry Christmas, Rachel."