Santana was confused. On one hand, she should be delighted. Brittany finding someone else would mean putting an end to this charade that disrupted her life. It would get her off the hook permanently with Harpers. Not even Harper could insist that she hold on to a wife who was in love with someone else. But on the other hand she felt her heart clench. She loved Brittany. Surely the blonde knew how she felt. How could she when you didn't say anything, idiot. Maybe Brittany would be better off without her. Brittany was pure and innocent and Santana was cold and dark. Brittany deserved happiness. She deserved someone who will love her the way she deserves.

Just not the vet. He wasn't right for her. She needed someone who could give her a little structure, take care of her. Give her time and room to paint and—

Who are you kidding Lopez? she asked herself. The vet was perfect for her. He'd give her all the animals she wanted and would never yell at her because the furniture had holes or because she dressed funny. She knew that she should go do the right thing, tell them it was all right, that she'd give Brittany a divorce, that they could be together. She thought of the vet basking in Brittany's glow and it hurt more than she could ever have imagined. But Brittany deserved the best. Santana put down her drink and went into the hall.

Sam was kissing Brittany under the mistletoe.

The pain of losing her was suddenly much sharper, a twisting stab that was almost unbearable. Santana turned and went back into the living room and found her drink and drained it at one gulp. Then she went to get a refill.

Brittany was confused. At one moment she was saying good bye to Sam and the next his lips were on hers. She froze for a minute before realizing that this is not what she wanted. She pushed the vet off of her, wanting to hear the satisfying crunch of his nose breaking under her fist. But Brittany was not a violent person. Sam looked at her dumbfounded. Brittany glared at the vet. She felt anger coursing through her.

"What the hell Sam?"

Sam smiled regretfully. "I'm sorry Britt. I thought you liked me too."

Brittany really wanted to punch him in his face but she kept her composure.

"Like you? I'm married Sam. And I love my wife. I told you that before."

Brittany knew that if she met Sam before she met Santana, she would've fallen love with the vet. He was warm and funny and loved animals and didn't care about holes in the furniture or funny-looking clothes. But when he kissed her, there had been nothing for her in his kiss. The only thing she felt was disgust. She felt more watching Santana smile at her across a room than she did when this lovely, sweet man forcefully kissed her.

"I'm sorry Britt. I really thought you—"

Brittany sighed. "I don't have feelings for you Sam. I told you this before. I love Santana. She's everything to me. You were only a friend. I'm sorry if I lead you on."

"You didn't." Sam relaxed against the doorframe. "I knew it was too good to be true."

"You should go now."

"I'm sorry Brittany. You're just the kind of woman I could be happy with." He looked down at her with sad eyes. "Am I still your vet?"

"Well, of course. But I can't be your friend anymore."

"I'll miss having you around. But I am going to go now and think about rearranging my plans for the future. This sort of changes things for me." He awkwardly patted her arm. "Merry Christmas, Brittany Lopez."

Brittany watched him walk off into the snowy night. Sam was the perfect man for her story, yet he was all wrong. The wrong woman was back in the living room, and Brittany knew she'd be perfect. Nothing made sense, so she went back to the archway into the living room to regroup. Quinn and Evan had gone, she saw. Santana was saying good-bye to the Greys, walking with them to the hallway, where she stood, and the Harpers were following them. She looked at the clock. Midnight. The Cinderella hour. She sighed.

"Bye-bye, Brittany." Julie held out her arms and Brittany went to give her a hug. "There," Julie said with satisfaction, pushing her next to Santana. "You're under the mistletoe. Kiss her, Santana."

Brittany turned and found the latina looking at her with such misery in her eyes that she was shaken. "What is it, baby?" she whispered. She put her arms around Santana and pulled her wife to her for comfort and warmth, to drive away the misery inside the latina, and Santana held her so tight Brittany couldn't breathe. This isn't close enough, Brittany thought. I want you inside me.

"Kiss her," Julie insisted.

Brittany lifted Santana's face by her chin and looked in to the brown eyes that she loved so much. She smiled softly at her before brushing her lips softly against the latina's. Brittany felt herself shake as her lips brushed softly against her wife's, and then she moved into the kiss and felt such heat and love shudder through her that she clutched at Santana, forgetting the Harpers, forgetting everything but her wife, because Santana was everything. She was so strong and close and hot and because she was Santana, and Santana was all she had ever really wanted anyway.

When she broke the kiss, Santana put her head on Brittany's chest and hung on to her, so glad to have the blonde finally in her arms that she almost wept with relief. She heard Julie say something inane in the background, and then she felt Santana move her arm to catch the open door and shut it behind them, and then they were alone.

They stayed in each other's arms for awhile before Santana remembered what she witnessed earlier. She lifted her head and looked into Brittany's eyes. Brittany was looking at her with such love and care and it made her head spin. She looked away from the blonde and asked,

"Do you want a divorce?" Her voice was soft, almost a whisper, scared of the blonde's answer. "Do you want Sam Evans?"

"No." Brittany shook her head and wrapped her arms around her waist pulling Santana into her again. She held the latina tightly. She wanted her so much. "He thought I did, but he was wrong. 'I've told him earlier, and I told him again tonight. I love you Santana, only you. You're everything to me now and I can't imagine life without you. I've wanted you for so long. Will you please make love to me tonight? I can't stand living with you and not making love with you."

Santana pulled back from the hug to look into the blonde;s face. Brittany was saying all the things, she wanted to hear for so long. The blonde looked at her with such love and honesty in her eyes that Santana felt herself getting lost in the baby blues.

"I love you too Britt."

Something broke in the blonde's face, and she pulled Santana to her and kissed her so hard, she moaned a little against her wife's mouth. Then Brittany's tongue invaded her, and she let go completely, letting her nails rake down Brittany's arms as she arched her body into the blonde. Brittany kissed her over and over again, not the polished kisses she's used to, but rough, awkward, fumbling, hard kisses that left her mindless with love and lust. Santana kissed her back with all the love and passion she could muster and Brittany's knees went weak and she tugged her wife down with her to sprawl on top of her on the hall carpet. Santana's hands were hard on her waist, and she put one of her hands on Santana's breast and pressed it there while Santana pulled her hips close to hers, grinding her hardness into her until she wanted to scream. "I want you now," Brittany told her, "now," and then she felt Santana yank on the zipper to her dress while she fumbled with the latina's. She ripped Santana's dress from the front and yanked her bra away and stared at the most perfect set of breasts she had ever seen. She felt herself drooling at the sight of Santana's bare breast. She finally shook herself from her daze and latched on to the latina's nipple, making her moan deliciously. Brittany quickly turned them over and hovered over Santana before she squeezed Santana's right breast in her hand while, sucking hard on the other. Santana groaned into her hair and yanked again at the blonde's stuck zipper.

Brittany was aching with the need to be naked against her. She kissed the latina again. "Rip it," she told the latina through her teeth. "Rip it off." Santana slid her fingers into the neck of Brittany's dress, and she felt the latina's fist against her breasts, felt her fingers slide into her cleavage, and she shuddered with bone-deep pleasure. Then Santana yanked hard on the old velvet and it split all the way down to her thighs, and the rush of cool air on her naked body was wonderful. Then Santana rolled them over and her mouth was on Brittany's breast, and her hand stroked down her stomach and between her legs, sliding into her effortlessly because Brittany needed her so much, and the blonde screamed her relief as she clutched her wife to her and came.

Then Santana was kissing her again, and she bit the latina's lip and said, "Inside me," and tried to remove the latina's underwear with shaking hands. Santana rolled away from her, capturing both her hands. "Upstairs," she said, and her voice was thick and hoarse. She stood and yanked Brittany to her feet, and she let her arms fall so that her sleeves slipped off her arms, and her dress fell heavily around her hips, and she stood naked to the waist under the mistletoe.

Santana closed her eyes, and Brittany moved close against her, pulling Santanaa to her and letting her hands slide down her back so she could pull Santana's hips to hers. Santana was so hard, and she felt so good against her. She pulled Santana's dress down over her hips, and dropped everything to the floor. Santana stood there just in her underwear and Brittany smiled softly at her before kissing her again. Then the blonde picked her wife up in her arms and carried her up the stairs while the latina just stared at her lovingly.

She gently put Santana on the bed, and climbed on top of her, kissing every inch of her wife's perfect body. Santana rolled them over and slid her fingers inside Brittany again, and the blonde struggled against her wife's hand as the pressure rose in her. "Please Baby, inside me," she said again, and the latina stopped. Brittany clutched at her, loving the heat and the softness of Santana's body, and she rolled against her, reaching over her to the bedside table. She barely had time to register that she really was in bed with Santana—she really would have it all—before the latina had the condom on and had pulled Brittany to her again.

Brittany looked up into Santana's eyes, so dark with need for her that they were almost black. "I thought I'd never have you like this," she told her softly. She eased herself under the latina, and Santana arched to let her, and when Brittany wrapped her legs around Santana and pulled her closer, Santana closed her eyes and put her forehead on the blonde's. "I've never wanted anyone like this," Santana told her. "Not like this." While Brittany was savoring her words and her weight, Santana lifted her hips and moved into her, thick and hard, and Brittany lost everything in the heat as the woman she loved, thrust inside her, rolling so that she was on top, pulling her closer. She clutched at the latina, licking her tongue into Santana's mouth and the latina moaned her name, and her fingers dug into her back and arms while Santana moved like a mad woman inside her. Santana wasn't what she'd expected, wasn't the smooth, polished, controlled lover she'd thought the latina would be, and knowing that the latina was going crazy in her arms because she was in her arms, knowing that it was Santana who was surging against her, whispering her name brokenly, telling her that, she loved her, knowing that it was Santana saying those mad, passionate things to her, all that made her crazy too. Her body went wild because Santana was so strong and rough and hard inside her, but her mind pushed her over the edge because she knew it was Santana in her arms, inside her, and because she loved the latina so. Santana was everything. She was so much, then too much, and the pressure built until it all exploded inside and Brittany cried her name, and Santana rolled again and pinned her wife beneath her, stroking over and over as she writhed and sobbed mindlessly. Then Santana shuddered in her arms and dropped her head on her wife's shoulder, whispering her name again and again.

"Stay with me," Brittany whispered finally when all the shocks were gone and she was soft with satisfaction. "I want to sleep with you all night. I want to wrap myself around you all night."

"I couldn't ever leave you Baby," Santana whispered in her ears, softly. "I couldn't ever let you go. I love you Brittany"

Brittany smiled in response and fell asleep holding on to her and to her promise.

Brittany woke the next morning with Santana pressed against her back, warm and naked, the latina's hand still curved around her breast, and she closed her eyes for a moment because Santana felt so good. Then she put her hand over the latina's and pressed it against her breast, and Santana stirred and kissed her hair.

"It's Christmas," Brittany said, and Santana laughed and said, "It sure is."

Santana rolled away a little and pulled her onto her back, and the blonde was beautiful in the morning sunlight.

Santana ran her hand up to her wife's neck to cradle her face, and then she kissed her. "Merry Christmas, Brittany Lopez. I love you"

Brittany felt like she was about to burst from happiness. She pulled Santana to her, and kissed her on the lips.

"I love you too San."

Santana smiled, and Brittany snuggled against her, resting her cheek on the latina's chest, still amazed that she finally had Santana naked in bed with her. "It's so warm with you," she said, and Santana said, "That's you. It's always warm wherever you are."

"No." Brittany raised herself up a little on one elbow so she was nose to nose with her wife. "I was really cold without you. You heat things up considerably." She kissed her on the nose, and then on the lips, and then started down her neck. After months of wanting the latina, she wasn't going to waste a minute.

"Your Christmas present's under the tree," Santana said, and her voice was breathless but happy. "You keep this up, you won't get it for hours."

Brittany stopped and grinned up at her, her chin resting on Santana's stomach. "You're right." Brittany rolled out of bed and headed for the stairs. I'll ambush her under the tree.

"Hey," the latina pouted and reached for her wife, but Brittany grabbed her lace robe and ran downstairs.

A/N

Ok so first I want to clear up a few things. To do the reviewer who called Brittany stupid and selfish, since you were anonymous, I have to address your review here. I want you to read the chapter where Santana flirts with Caroline. No one is perfect. Brittany was drunk in the previous chapter but yet there was no flirting going on between her and Sam. And as for the wife stealing, how come you had no issues with Caroline flirting with Santana? Why wasn't that a disgrace? As for the comments about Brittany being a stupid, selfish person on the show, while I disagree with this comment as well I'm not going to justify somebody else's work to you. But just remember, that it wasn't always Brittany's fault on the show either. Most of the time, it was Santana's. If you really think that my story is idiotic, then you don't have to read it. To everyone else, I'm sorry for the rant. But I am a hemo fan and I do love Brittany, the same way most of you love Santana. and I'm not gonna just say nothing when someone blatantly insult one of my favorites for no reason. I hope you guys enjoy the chapter. I'll update