Gleecember 2025
December 05 – Snowfall/Lapsitting
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It was the first real snowfall of the season. Gentle, but accumulating. There was always something magical about the first snowfall; before all the slush and salt and sand and shoveling and plows making you shovel the end of your driveway for the THOUSANDTH TIME … Santana took a deep breath.
It was the first snowfall and it was magical. Made even more-so because she and Brittany were sitting on the porch, sharing a blanket with the two little beings cuddled in their laps.
“San,” Brittany's voice was soft as the snowfall, like she didn't want to break the magic.
“Yeah?” She turned slightly so she could see Brittany in the low light of late evening; the snow causing it to be somehow brighter than it actually was.
“We should name them.”
Santana sighed. They'd been awarded emergency guardianship over them (sometimes, it pays to be rich and famous) and they were working on adopting them.
But.
They were looking for the birth mother or father. Family of any sort. The birth mother could change her mind. Or the father could claim he didn't know about them and refuse to terminate his rights. Naming them meant getting attached even more than they were. Naming them meant those names would forever be associated with these two little people. Even if they were taken away.
“I still think Thing 1 and Thing 2 are our best options, Britt.” Santana deflected. She'd gotten better at feelings and expressing them but she still had difficulty when it hurt. And it did hurt. The thought of losing them stole the breath from her lungs.
“San,” Brittany let her know, with one syllable, that she knew what Santana was doing and wasn't going to allow it to go on any longer. “I was thinking we could use our fathers' names for their middle names.”
Santana bit her lower lip. If they did that, and the boys were taken from them, they couldn't use their fathers' names for any future children. She knew it was a fucked up thought. She knew she was avoiding it because it would hurt. No. It would hurt more. Because if she thought about it, it was going to hurt whether they gave the boys names or not. She sighed.
“Okay,” it was barely a word, more of a whisper.
“I know,” Brittany's voice was saying a lot more than her words were.
Santana scooched closer and leaned her head on Brittany's shoulder.
“So, what about first names?” Santana asked her.
“Well, I was thinking. Maybe we can name one Diego Pierce and the other Jackson Raphael. That way they have one Latino name and one … non-ethnic name?” She sounded uncertain. “I'm sorry. Is that racist? I don't mean to be.”
“It's not.” Santana shook her head. “I think those sound good.” She looked down at the baby in her lap. “What do you think? Diego or Jackson work for you?” He yawned at her, his big brown eyes fluttering. “Not impressed, huh?” She turned back to Brittany. “What do you think? Which is who?”
Brittany thought about it seriously for a moment. She stared at the baby in her lap for a moment before turning to stare at the baby in Santana's.
“That's Diego.” She nodded definitively. “This is Jax.”
“Jax, huh?”
“Yeah. I think I like that for a nickname.”
Santana smiled. “Then Jax and Diego it is.”
Brittany nudged her wife, careful not to jostle the babies too much. “See, that wasn't so hard, was it?”
Santana placed a light kiss on Brittany's temple. “No. But now that we've named them … I guess we have to keep them?”
Brittany giggled. “Pretty sure that was the plan all along.”
Santana nodded. “Yeah,” she said softly, “yeah it was.”
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A/N: These are starting to feel like later chapters in Dream Thieves & Guardians. Huh.
