Sweetie Pie's Bakery

Runs In The Family

"Do I have to go?" Santana groaned. It was early afternoon, but she was still laid in bed, on the phone to the blonde and attempting to ignore the flashing clock on the bedside table

"Yes." Quinn giggled

She pouted "Why?"

"Just think of Luke's little face"

"Oh, no! You had to play the Luke card! Cute little bastard gets me every time" she grinned. "I just can't be bothered! I still have to get ready and finish packing, then get to the airport, book in, get on a two hour flight which will probably be full of screaming babies and fat people who need three seats each, get my rental car and then drive for like over an hour to get to my parents house."

"I know, you've told me" Quinn laughed and Santana sighed impatiently

"I know, but I don't want to!" Santana pouted "Ugh. But you got there safe, huh?"

"Yup. And the arguments have already begun. We drove out the other day, and Sam and his girlfriend went shopping, so I got the day with my Aunt Clara by myself, which was nice. We did some baking, coz I don't get to do enough of that recently." She laughed "But needs must. Mom and Dad arrived yesterday and my aunt, uncle, Hayley and Claire should arrive in...oh, about an hour?"

"Arguments? Like what? No one's being mean to my girl are they? Coz I'll have to come back to kick their asses!"

"No, just the usual, Maleficent being a bitch, Mom and Dad bickering, Sam oblivious, Mom nagging me while I hide up here, staring at the view and dreading this next week" she giggled and Santana sighed

"Oh honey. I'm sure you'll enjoy it really, once things get going. Okay, I'm sorry but I'd better go. I'm dressed and pretty much packed so I have to at least attempt to get to the airport to relieve my conscience."

-ooOoo-

Santana pulled up onto the familiar driveway with a tired sigh, before jumping out of the car with a grin. She grabbed her duffel bag from the back seat and trudged up the snowy garden path. The ground underneath her feet was covered in a thick, fluffy layer of snow, and she giggled, finally feeling the first twinges of Christmas excitement. It was easier to get in the spirit when you were in the Ohio suburbs and not on the slushy streets of New York.

She climbed the steps to the front door and pushed it over with a grin, shouting her greetings as she did so "Mami! Papi! I'm here!" she stomped her feet in the porch to knock off the snow before kicking off her sneakers and pulling her coat off, as her mother appeared from the kitchen

"Santana! Oh, it's been so long, let me look at you!" she pulled her into a tight hug with a grin before holding her at arm's length "Ah, beautiful as ever, baby!" she winked and Santana giggled

"Baby girl! How was the journey?" her father appeared from the den with a grin

"I knew you'd say that. It was fine, thank you. How are you both?" he nodded with a smile, "Are Benny and Olivia here yet? And Luke?" she asked with her grin but her mother shook her head as they followed her into the kitchen

"No, they're arriving later tonight. But don't you get Luke all excited, he'll be going to bed as soon as they arrive and I know what you're like!" she waved a wooden spoon at Santana, who sat down at the large kitchen table with a bashful grin, and her father waved a finger at her with mock seriousness before he left in the direction of the den once again

"I won't! Is Papi watching sports again?" her mother nodded and she rolled her eyes "Some things just never change. Okay, let me go unpack and I'll be right back"

She went to the hall to retrieve her bag before heading up to her old room to unpack. As she twisted the door handle and pushed the door open, she felt the familiar pang of reminiscence. Unlike her brother's larger room, which had been redecorated for guests, her bedroom was still almost exactly as she had left it when she moved to college. The same black patterned wallpaper, her dresser still covered in bits and bobs, and her old fur rug still on the floor. The only thing missing were the clothes and signs of it actually being lived-in. Even the old fedora she used to love was still hooked on the back of the door, and she giggled as she threw her bag on the floor and jumped to flop down on the bed