Later in the evening, Santana's eyes opened slowly, slightly perturbed by the sliver of light coming from the door. Sure enough, the small corridor was lit and the door ajar. Santana blinked a couple times before she turned around and noticed the spot next to her was empty. Intrigued, she got up and grabbed one of Brittany's oversized t-shirts from her dresser. It barely covered her ass, but Santana figured it would do for a trip downstairs.

As she walked down the padded stairs, she spotted Brittany near the couch in the living room, wearing short shorts and a grey tank top. Her ears quickly picked up on her hushed voice.

"—said no. I can't rewrite it, it's just wrong."

Santana furrowed her eyebrows. She didn't know if she should be intruding, but she was getting cold and Brittany seemed agitated. Quietly, she walked up to her and wrapped her arms around her waist from behind, smiling when Brittany jumped.

"I—I'll call you b-back," Brittany fumbled, ending the call abruptly. Weird, Santana thought...

"Work?" She asked, kissing Brittany's back softly. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt."

Brittany swallowed nervously as she dropped the phone on the couch and turned around in Santana's arms.

"N-no, no, it's okay. You just took me by surprise." She kissed her quickly, still fidgeting nervously.

Santana frowned. "Hey, you okay? You're trembling."

Brittany released a shaky breath; she knew she hadn't said anything that would have clued Santana in, but lying to her face still made her queazy. "Y-yeah, I'm fine. It, um, it was just my boss updating me on some stuff."

"It's pretty late for work calls...is it something bad?" Santana asked, confused as to why Brittany was so jittery.

"No. Just...articles and news. Let's go back to bed?"

Santana looked at her quizzically before she slowly nodded. She took her hand in hers and entwined their fingers, her heart skipping a beat when Brittany's thumb softly brushed against her skin. When they climbed back into bed, Santana crawled on top of Brittany, smiling mischievously.

"What are you looking at?" Brittany murmured.

Santana chuckled. "Isn't it obvious?"

"Well, I dunno, it's kind of dark."

"Hm...okay. I'm perving on your neighbor through the drapes."

Brittany laughed. "You mean Mrs. Nunez? Didn't know 50-year old women were your type..."

"Well, you know me, I'm an equal opportunist."

"Really? So if a nice guy came up to you and—"

"Oh hell no," Santana groaned, nuzzling Brittany's neck. "You know what I meant."

Brittany chuckled contentedly, loving the way Santana's body fit with hers. She hesitated a second before trailing her hands under her t-shirt, caressing her back lazily.

"Mmm, that feels nice," Santana sighed.

Brittany nodded silently, her hands traveling up and down the smooth expanse of skin. She used to love this so much—just laying in the dark with Santana, talking about nothing and everything, flirting, teasing, cuddling...It was easy to remember why.

"I missed this," she whispered, staring at the dark ceiling.

Santana shifted against her and held her head up, looking down at Brittany with an inquisitive gaze. She'd missed everything about this too, but something was bothering her. Brittany had acted so indecisive only a few days ago; she wondered what had changed her mind.

"I missed this, too. So much..." She trailed off. "But Britt, I...I hope you understand this isn't just, um, casual to me. I mean...I know I acted like a horndog and all, but you mean more to me than just sex. You know that, right?"

Brittany smiled at Santana's rambling, the sweet and shy tone of her voice so uncharacteristic of her. She kissed the frown on her forehead away and nuzzled her nose with hers. "You are too cute."

Santana groaned, "Cute is not what I was going for, Britt."

"I know, but still."

"Anyway," Santana sighed, "I guess I'm asking if...maybe you'd like to go out with me?"

Brittany's eyebrows shot up. "You want us to date?"

Unsure of Brittany's reaction, Santana felt her heart pound in dread. "I mean, if you'd like to...I just figured—"

"I'd love to."

"... yeah?"

"Totally. It's just, I was kinda under the impression we already were. What with the sex and all," Brittany teased, pinching Santana's side lightly.

"Sex is not dati—ugh, you're going to be the death of me. I thought you were shooting me down again."

Brittany bit her lip guiltily. "About that..."

"Don't worry." Santana kissed her briefly. "You had your reasons."

Smiling softly, Brittany pulled Santana into her. "C'mere," she said.

Santana grinned before she kissed her full on the mouth, their giggles dissipating into the night.