Santana couldn't absolutely move.

"Oh, my God!" Brittany continued without being able to look with her surprised deep blue eyes away from the handsome face of her old love, but Santana couldn't neither hear to her words, 'cause she was such in a state of deep shock that she felt right like her mind was wrapped into a layer of cotton wool that prevented her to understand what the hell was going on in that moment...don't know...she felt like she was drunk, but...hard to explain...she felt drunk, but not in the "cheerful and unhinibited drunk-phase", rather in that phase you feel only screwed up and dull and overwhelmed by dizziness and...you know...quite like this. But when finally she began to really physically feel that dizzy sensation, through her blurred vision she saw Brit come closer to her spreading her arms. No...no...no...too much... she began to think while like in a slow motion she continued to see the dance teacher coming closer and closer but she couldn't move...she couldn't move...she didn't want to move...she didn't...

And then she felt it. She felt it clear, she felt it strong, she felt it like a warm wave of relaxing sweetness and tenderness, she felt it in the exact moment she perceived her gentle but determined arms wrap her freezed body, in the exact moment she felt the touch of Brit's tonic body, light before, but closer and closer, in the exact moment she smelled the essence of her sweet shampoo melted with the one of her t-shirt freshly laundered and the parfume of her body cream and the one of her skin...her skin...oh, God...it's incredible...incredible how perfectly Santana remembered the scent of her skin...she was pretty sure she would remeber also its taste...how much she wanted in that exact moment, in that exact crazy moment kiss her neck, softly brush with her lips her velvety and parfumed skin, gently touch its surface only with the top of her tongue...just to recall...just to recall how sweet and pleasant it was...Santana tried to breath deeply, but her hartbeat, her hartbeat that seemed to escape in a furious run didn't give her its permission...it was...it was crazy in a manner, crazy how fast her heart beated, crazy, simply crazy, she could almost feel her heart jumping out of her chest and...and she didn't want, she didn't absolutely want behave like this, like a foolish stupid don't neither know kinda what...like a foolish...like a stupid...like a...God...oh, God...time had stopped...time had stopped...and all that she wanted, all that she could think, all that filled her mind was that she wolud have given anything, anything like anything just to taste her skin...but she couldn't...she couldn't...so she started to imagine, imagine her tongue move slow and discreet on her sweet skin...imagine her mouth just for fun nibble her ear lobe... suddenly her body started to burn. She didn't know how it could be possible, how damn it could be possible for her to feel like that after all those fucking years were passed...she was a woman...she was an adult woman with a family and a daughter and a wrong marriage behind her shoulders, a woman that had seen so much life pass in front of her tired look, a woman that couldn't, couldn't feel like a...like a...a lost girl...a lost girl...that's the truth...that's how she felt...she felt like a lost lonely sad broken-hearted girl who just met again the pair of arms in which she so strongly wanted to abandon, the pair of arms which she really, even if after all those fucking years, knew she belong to...it...it...it was a kind of overwhelming mixture of breathless excitement and innocent love and sexual attraction and...

"Do ya know her yet? Do ya know her yet, mama?" started to shout happily the little Joey pulling Santana's skirt and fortunately turning off her mother's thrill, but Santana couldn't move, yet; Brittany did it in her place, Santana suddenly felt her body getting cold, but at least this unpleasant sensation gave her back her voice, so she cleared her throat and strongly hoping no one realized how shaked she was she began to talk:

"She...she...i-is...yes. Yes, honey, she...she was...uhm...she...she was my...my...my best friend when we...we...we were at the high school." she could finally say, then she took a deep breath and tried to smile in the direction of her little daughter, then she turned her look towards to Brittany who was kinda contempling her face...don't know what Santana saw in her sweet blue eyes...maybe surprise and tenderness and...don't know...some kinda sense of protection...and...love? Maybe...maybe...maybe she was mistaken...maybe it was just a recall...maybe...maybe a bit of disappointment to the words "best friend"? Don't know...don't know...strange curiose look...strange curiose sweet tender wonderful magnetic look...her eyes...her blue eyes...don't know...she had always been able to read into that sincere eyes but in that exact moment she couldn't, she absolutely couldn't do that, even if understanding Brit's feelings and thoughts was the only thing she really wanted...understand and kiss the skin of her whole hot body...implied.

The dance teacher continued to look at her without saying any word, Santana's thoughts multiplied inside her head and probably time wasn't really running as it seemed to her, but the situation began to be heavy for the woman, heavy 'cause the sensation that seconds were inexorably passing near them without anyone of them could talk made her feel incredibly under pressure and as if that were not enough there was that storm, that overwhelming storm she felt inside her mind and her body.

She wasn't stupid. She had undestood it since Brit's arms had left her eager body. It had suddenly been clear into her mind. Just put two and two. That sweetest sensation of completeness...she could remind it without any kinda doubt...that feeling of freedom and security and protection that make you really breath...like you don't have to fear anylong 'cause there's someone watching your back and defending you all the evil in the world...you know...when you perceive her gentle touch and that's enough to make you believe you're not alone in the dark, she's always near to you...believe it's all right just 'cause she's here, here with you and she deeply cares about you...that is called love. True love. And Santana knew that so perfectly. She had suddenly understood it. But then...but then...don't know...there's more...there's so much more...there's that fire the woman felt running through her veins, that aching pleasure, that sincere yearning, that irresistible and uncontrollable desire to touch and kiss and taste and bite and...and...Brit could still left her no respite...no respite.

"God..." Brittany repeted then finally shaking slightly her head with a funny smile, "So this honey baby is your honey baby?" continued without neither trying to stop smiling.

Santana semeed to recover and return to self:

"Yes." she simply replied, then caressed the little head of her daughter giving her a sweety look, then returned to fix her always a bit sad brown eyes into the blue ones of her old love, "I'm so much glad to see you." she resumed, "You can't imagine how much."

Brit answered with a gentle giggle:

"Trust me I can. I definetely can."

Santana with extreme difficulty forced herself to hold one of her appreciation expressions, she had already exposed enough for that day, she was damn pretty sure Brit had already clearly understood not only how much but also in what way she was glad to see her.

"Sooo...what are you doing here?" Santana continued looking at her with tenderness and curiosity.

"Dance teaching?" she replied with a sly smile, "I'm just joking. Well, do ya remember that friend of my mother who was a dance teach..."

"Mamaaa..." began then to murmur the little Joey, "Mamyy..." she started to repeat several times pulling her mother's sleeve.

"One moment, hon. I'm...I'm talking..."

"Mamyyy...I'm hungry." she whispered then believing her teacher couldn't hear.

"Wait just for a second, hon, c'mon, c'mo..."

"It doesn't matter." Brittany interrupted them then with a polite smile, "It doesn't matter. You can go, it's rude making the stomach waiting, isn't it?" continued turning then to the baby who was a bit embarrassed she had heard her.

Santana began to reply, but Brit was faster:

"We can have a cooffee one of these days. If you want, obvioulsy. But if you...yes. I would like it."

For a handful of seconds Santana was seized by surprise, but then a sincere huge simle rose on her face:

"And if I relaunch with a lunch tomorrow?"

"A lunch tomorrow sounds perfectly. I give you my number." she replied while Santana began to feel crazyly victorious, but she could still hold herself a bit, just enough to avoid jumps and screams of joyfulness...not suiutable for a woman like her.

"Bye, miss teacher!" Joey yelled when she and her mother started to the car.

"See you tomorrow." Santana said with her deep sensual voice turning back with a smile.

"Bye, honey baby!" Brit answered then and a few seconds after, almost hoping she could't no longer hear, "And see you tomorrow, honey."