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Gleecember 2025
December 29 – Letters
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Santana sighed.
“What's wrong?” Brittany looked up from feeding Diego.
Santana had finished feeding and burping Jax and was holding him in one arm, scrolling her phone in the other. She turned the phone toward Brittany.
Brittany frowned at the screen. “What am I looking at?”
“Our front stoop.” They'd had a Ring installed after Santana's first album dropped and a fan showed up at their door.
Brittany squinted at the picture. “What are those? Laundry? Who's dropping their laundry at our doorstep?” Her brow creased in puzzlement.
Santana chuffed a laugh. “It's not laundry, Britt. It's letters. Fanmail. Forwarded from FJ & OBTs offices.” She fiddled with her phone and showed Brittany the email she got from the record label.
“Oh. Wow. Babe,” Brittany grinned broadly at Santana, “you're famous famous now! It's awesome!”
Santana shook her head. “It is but, I'm not there right now … I'm going to have to look through all those letters and probably answer them. There are two bags full right now,” she bit her lower lip in thought, “how many more will there be when we get back?”
Brittany's grin softened. “Doesn't matter. You're rich and famous. Your high school dreams came true.”
Santana leaned over and kissed her (much to Diego and Jax's annoyance). “I told you, the only dream that really mattered came true on February 20, 2015 – when you said 'I do'.”
They shifted the boys and Brittany leaned in further, touching their foreheads together. “Same.”