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Santana grinned at her fiancée, who was positively wriggling in the passenger seat with excitement.
“We’re here,” she said.
“Oh my God! We’re here? We’re here! Wait, where is here?” Brittany looked around, but the blindfold that Santana had given her was pretty sight-proof.
Santana chuckled. She was pretty shit at hiding things from Brittany in general, but excellent Christmas surprises was one of her secret ninja skills. She climbed out of the rental car and jogged around to Brittany’s door so that she could open it.
“You’re so super sweet and guaranteed to get lots and lots of sweet lady kisses, but can you please tell me where we are?”
“All in good time, babe,” she teased, linking their fingers together and slowly pulling Brittany away from the car.
“You’re not taking me to some abandoned warehouse, are you?”
“No,” Santana chuckled. She stopped them and moved in front of Brittany to slowly remove the blindfold. “Okay, you need to keep your head still if I’m gonna get this o-“
Santana’s words were cut off suddenly when Brittany wrapped her arms around her waist and kissed her hard. She was so caught off guard that she almost forgot to take off Britt’s blindfold. The cloth went limp in her hands, and she moved to pull away, but Brittany shook her head and kept her close.
When they eventually did break apart, both were heaving.
Santana rested her forehead against Brittany’s. “Wow.”
“You’re the best fiancée in the world and I wanted to show you one of the many ways I’m going to appreciate your gift-giving awesomeness.”
“I love seeing you happy, Britt. If I can make that happen, bonus.”
“You make me happy.”
Brittany’s eyes fluttered open and immediately locked onto hers and, as always, Santana lost her breath for a moment. That gaze then took in what was behind Santana – big gates with candy canes on the top. Her eyes went wide.
“Oh my God!” she squeaked. “Are we at Willy Wonka’s Chocolate Factory?”
“Not quite. Good guess, though.”
Brittany huffed, but Santana didn’t read into it. Her gorgeous and supremely intelligent fiancée probably could have gotten the Christmas surprise out of her if she really tried, but Brittany enjoyed surprises as much as Santana loved organising them for her.
After all, she wouldn’t have arranged a weekend trip to Denver a week before Christmas for just anyone. Her Brittany got the best of the best.
“Ready?” she murmured.
Brittany’s mouth broke out into a wide smile, and she nodded vigorously.
Santana blushed and kissed Brittany’s cheek before stepping aside. “Merry Christmas, baby.”
Brittany’s eyes went even wider, and her mouth dropped open. “Are you fucking kidding me?” she squealed.
Santana chuckled. Brittany didn’t often swear outside the bedroom, and it always humoured her when she did so. Linking their fingers again, she took the first step up to the front door of Hammond’s Candy Factory. She hadn’t even taken a full pace before she was being pulled by an eager Brittany.
The next hour was a whirlwind of an overly sugar-hyper Brittany followed by an ever-vigilant Santana. She’d scored a bonus with her tickets, allowing her and Brittany to actually make their own candy cane. Once the tour was done and Santana had calmed Brittany down somewhat (a few steamy kisses worked wonders), they went into a separate room and put on the required white uniform. She sure as hell wasn’t messing up her two-hundred-dollar jacket. Brittany kept trying to see what Santana was doing, but she playfully kept her work hidden. Once they were done, the instructor told them to go and do some shopping while it cooled. Twenty minutes and half the candy store later, they went back.
“What did you make, Britt?” Santana asked, critically eyeing her sleigh-shaped candy cane.
When she didn’t get a response, Santana looked up and saw Brittany looking sheepish.
“You okay, babe?”
Brittany bit her lip and nodded. She stepped closer to Santana and held out an adorable S-shaped candy cane.
Santana smiled. “Is that for Santana?”
“Yeah.”
“Aw, I didn’t make a B for you. I’m sorry, Britt. I should’ve thought of that.”
“I just wanted to show you that I love you and you do all these wonderful things for me even though you don’t need to because all I want for Christmas – no, all I need for Christmas – is you.”
Santana leaned in and kissed her softly. “You’re all I need too, Britt. Until infinity.”