A/N: Prompt from lightbluenymphadora, who supplied the first sentence. Eh, I tried. Thanks!

No one did holidays better than Tina, as Rachel and Santana had found out the hard way. After consecutive years of being forced to get their Christmas tree up practically a month in advance and going all out for Halloween and cooking all of their Thanksgiving feasts hours before anyone was going to show up (aside from the turkey and pie because it would have been sacrilege serving those cold!), somehow, still, it wasn't until Rachel and Santana had tried to veto her wish of serving corned beef and cabbage on St. Patrick's day the second year they'd lived with her that they'd really gotten it.

"No!" Tina snapped, hugging the already prepared pan of meat and vegetables in her arms, "I've already – it's right here!"

"But – " Santana tried, her hands up in the air, "Babe, Rachel's vegan, remember?"

Tina jutted her chin out. "So?"

Wincing, her eyes narrowing, Rachel stared at her girlfriend. "Tina?"

"Rachel?" Tina switched her attention to her. Without losing her fierce stance, she shuffled the pan into the oven. "We have buns and those vegetables you love, you know," she pushed her hair behind her shoulder as she set the timer, breezily ignoring Santana.

But, "Tina?" Trying again, Rachel stepped forward, settling her hand on Tina's forearm, "Are you… Okay?"

Tina glared at her. "Give me my food," she huffed, crossing her arms, "And I will be."

Rolling her eyes, Santana stepped forward, taking Tina's cheeks into her hands. "Teeny," she growled, making the other girl look at her, "I've done my best to ignore all of this… This obsession, but really. Really. Baby. What?"

Moving in close to wrap her arms around Tina's waist, pressing a soft kiss to the back of her neck, Rachel nodded, adding her own whispered question.

"I mean," Santana continued when Tina didn't respond, "I love celebrating Chinese New Year with you, and I know you don't mind celebrating Hanukkah for Rachel and Easter with me, but… Are you okay?"

Tina closed her eyes. "Of course I'm okay," she practically spat, fluttering her hands at her girlfriends, pushing them away, "Just because I want to enjoy the holidays and make sure that we can all enjoy them, it doesn't mean I'm… I'm crazy."

"Okay, never said you were." Closing her hands over Tina's, Santana stepped closer, dropping a loud kiss to her mouth, stopping her in her place, "Just, please, what the hell?"

Looking at her impassively, barely responding to the kiss, Tina finally gave in when Rachel slid around her, leaning in to give her a kiss as well. "Okay, fine. I'm sorry I get obsessed. I just…" She sighed, then dropped her face, hiding it in Rachel's shoulder, her left hand closing around Santana's, tugging her forward, "I want you guys to know I'm willing to go all out."

Rachel and Santana looked at each other. "What?" Rachel murmured, softly beginning to stroke her hair, "Hun?"

"You heard me."

"No…" Santana drawled, tugging back on her hand, "That didn't make sense."

Groaning, Tina turned her head, rolling it so she could still lean on Rachel but look at Santana. "How many holidays are there during the year? At least once a month, right?"

Santana nodded.

"And if, say…" Tina sighed. Squeezing Rachel's side, she straightened, taking a step back and dropping Santana's hand, "I take advantage of including the both of you in getting involved with my plans that easily take up most of the month of each month…" Trailing off, she looked at both Rachel and Santana as if she expected them to finish her thought. When they didn't, she groaned again, but forced herself to do so for them, "Then, maybe, I hope you won't…" She looked down, sighing, "Get tired of me."

"What?" "Tina?"

Tina didn't answer.

It was Rachel who gathered herself first. "You… Baby, what has ever given you the idea that we'd get tired of you?"

Santana stepped forward, pressing her hands into her back. "Teeny?"

Tina sniffled. "Not that," she tried, sniffling again, "You've ever… I just… Please."

"Okay," Santana clipped, her voice dropping, getting colder, "Who in the hell planted into your mind that we'd get tired of you? Tell me." When Tina didn't respond, she huffed and pulled Tina forward, out of Rachel's arms and into hers. "Tina."

Tina swallowed.

"Fine." Shaking her head, Santana pushed Tina's chin up, kissing her deeply, firmly. "Does this," she hissed, "Feel like someone who would just drop you?"

"But I didn't say that – "

"You implied it." Stepping in, Rachel brushed her lips across Tina's cheek. "Honey," she smiled, making sure Tina was looking at her, "We love you. Holidays or no. Heck." She shook her head, taking Tina's hand in hers, curling her fingers around hers, "Really, it can be endearing. Even if I… If we don't understand it. It can make me love you more."

Tina blinked. "You mean…?"

Rolling her eyes, Santana slammed her mouth onto hers again. "Tina," she growled against her lips, "Yes, we mean it. Dammit, just, know that, okay? Whatever you do.

"Or do…" she husked, nostrils flaring, "You not want us? Me?"

Tina jerked. "No!" she forced, pulling away and around, grabbing up both Santana and Rachel's hands, meeting both of their eyes, "I just, I want to, can't I guarantee for myself that you won't – you wo-won't…"

Santana hissed, clicking her tongue against back of her upper teeth. Rachel followed, exhaling loudly between her teeth. "What did we just say?" Rachel demanded. "We want you. Forever!"

And Tina, staring at them, taking in each of their earnest expressions, suddenly, eons later, laughed, almost devoid of censure, still disbelieving, a wide smile gracing her face as she jumped into both of their embraces. Raining both of their faces with kisses, she shook her head, barely giving in and allowing herself to relax as she clung to them, kissing them over and over.

"Okay," she whispered, "But I still enjoy celebrating most holidays."

"Wouldn't have it any other way," Rachel kissed her solidly, lovingly.

"Pssh, as if," Santana followed, kissing her as well, "You're stuck with us. Stuck with us."

Tina laughed again. "Okay," she smiled, glancing quickly at the oven before dragging her girls into their bedroom, "Okay."

Rachel kissed her again. "So okay?"

Tina grinned. She rested back into Santana's arms, easily moving onto the bed under her touch, "Better than okay."

No, she wasn't quite sure how she'd gone from putting their dinner into the oven into now, about to have hot, desperate sex, but it wasn't like, Tina moaned, eyes rolling back as her two girls moved on top of her, she wasn't prepared to accept proof – confirmation – that Rachel and Santana really did – and would, still – want her.

No, it wasn't like, she allowed herself to think again, repeating to herself, holding onto both girls, her fingers flexing along their sides and backs, she wouldn't let them prove to her that they really wanted her.

After all, wasn't that what she…

She arched, moaned, gasping as Rachel and Santana divested her of her shirt and bra…

Needed?