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[itsahotone]

[Santana, having seen so many others go through that rip thing and back to empty versions of their homes, is not in Lima. She won't go back until she can brace herself for being home and not having Brittany there.

Therefore, she is still in the mansion.

Dressed in this charming outfit and singing this charming song, Santana strolls around the

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[dashboardlite]

[Dean hasn't been all that keen on revisiting his childhood house in Lawrence, Kansas, and after a few pit-stops in Sioux Falls, South Dakota, and other assorted all-American places, he's come to the conclusion that Wonderland is a better alternative to an empty home.

Wandering the hallways is the name of the game until-]

Damn.

[He whistles appreciatively.]

So what kinda car d'you want Santa to bring you?

[itsahotone]

[Oh hiiii, Dean. You weren't expecting an actual, spoken-and-not-sung answer, were you? Because that question makes it very easy.]

Santa baby, an out-of-space convertible too, [Whateverthefuckthatis]
Light blue.
I'll wait up for you dear~

[Slooowly getting up in your space, Dean.]

[dashboardlite]

[Well hello there, attractive teenage girl all up in his space.]

And here I thought it was a '54 convertible.

[But oh man is he grinning like a fox.]

[itsahotone]

[Her look says hold all comments until the end. The rest of her...pretty much says the same, considering she ignores his comment and keeps singing, her voice dripping with innuendo expertly. She isn't so much dancing as she is slinking around him, one finger trailing along his chest, his shoulders as she circles behind him.

Once she's back in front of him, she puts a little extra rasp into the line I've been an angel all year and smirks right up at him. Some lines may be more believable than others.]