Brittany had never felt more apprehensive going to work than she did the next morning. She had no idea what to expect, but she did know that she'd be there the full day. The storm had passed in the middle of the evening, and the sidewalks and roads were now heavily salted. No matter what mood Santana was in today, Brittany would have to bear the full eight hours of it.

When she arrived, she skipped sitting down at her desk and went straight to Santana's office. Her boss was sitting behind her desk, doing absolutely nothing other than tapping the end of her pen on it over and over. Brittany wondered if maybe she wasn't the only one who was nervous.

"Um...hi," the blonde said quietly.

Santana looked up quickly and dropped her pen. It started rolling away from her on the desk and she slammed her palm over it to keep it from going over the edge.

"Hi," she said back simply.

Then, they just stared at each other. Well, this was awkward.

Deciding to just cut to the chase, Brittany stepped further into the room and took a deep breath.

"Look, Santana...about yesterday—"

"There's nothing to say," Santana cut her off quickly. "There was a snowstorm, and you let me stay at your apartment until it was safe enough to drive. It was very courteous. Thank you."

"Santana..."

"There's nothing else to say," she said curtly. "Do you understand?"

Brittany felt herself deflate. "Yes."

"Good." She picked her pen back up and started shuffling papers around on her desk. Brittany didn't make any movement to leave the office. "Can you go check your voicemails or something? I need to get some work done," said Santana after a few moments of awkward silence.

Brittany felt her disappointment start to shift to anger.

"I'm sure you do. Right away, Ms. Lopez," Brittany added acidly, walking out of the room without another glance.

Brittany walked out into the hallway, fuming, and leaned against the wall where Santana couldn't see her. She honestly didn't know exactly why she was so mad. But this woman just acted like absolutely nothing had happened yesterday, while Brittany knew without question, that even if only for a moment, Santana had wanted her. For some reason, it pissed her off that Santana was pretending she didn't. Sure, she was Brittany's boss. Sure, what happened yesterday shouldn't have happened from a professional standpoint. But still, it had happened.

The blonde pushed herself off the wall and made her way over to the desk, where she sat down roughly. Being so caught up in her anger, it came as quite a surprise when she felt the liquid warmth in her panties press against her as her butt made contact with the chair. Before she could stop herself, she let out a little gasp. Santana looked up at the sound and right into her eyes, again as if she was trying to read her thoughts.

Looking into the brunette's eyes, Brittany felt her arousal deepen and even more dampness invaded her panties. She couldn't remember the last time she'd been so wet, especially without any stimulation. God she was turned on. All because Santana had gone back into mysterious boss mode? Well, that was unexpected. Brittany looked down at her desk, breaking eye contact with Santana but still feeling her gaze on her. She tried to think of other things...now was not the time for what she was feeling...but the thoughts came anyway. God that humming sound she makes...

Knowing she needed something, anything, to distract her, she picked up her phone and immediately started writing notes from the voicemails. There weren't enough of them though, and within just a few minutes, she was finished. Her arousal was subsiding now, thank God, but she was still not going to pretend like everything was fine.

Smoothing out her blouse, she stood and reentered Santana's office. She marched right up to the desk, set the notes on the edge, and walked back out without saying a word. It actually felt kind of good. The rest of the day passed this way, with Brittany not speaking if she didn't have to. She made sure not to look at Santana either, covertly or otherwise. If Santana wanted a professional relationship, that's what she'd get.

At 5 o'clock, she got up to inform Santana that she was leaving for the day. For some reason, though, she didn't quite want to leave. She wanted to ignore Santana some more.

"Ms. Lopez...if there's nothing else I can do today, I'm going home now."

Santana had been pacing the room with one of her books when Brittany started speaking. After Brittany finished, she sat the book down on her desk and silently walked over to stand in front of her.

"You're calling me Ms. Lopez again."

"Is something wrong with that? I thought I was being professional."

Santana sighed and looked at the ground. "I...I'm sorry about earlier. I shouldn't have spoken to you like that." She looked back up at Brittany, her dark brown eyes unreadable.

"You were asking me to do my job," Brittany replied flatly.

"Yes, but I was rather rude about it. And then you ignored me the rest of the day, and I didn't...well, I didn't like it."

Brittany replayed the words over and over in her mind. Santana didn't like Brittany ignoring her. Her stomach squirmed with pleasure. But then she was confused again. Santana's mood swings were going to give her a headache.

"I don't understand you sometimes. Well, more than sometimes."

"I know."

A few moments of silence passed between them. Strangely, Brittany didn't feel awkward; she just wanted to know more.

"You wanted me yesterday," she stated boldly.

"Brittany, I really don't think we should discuss—"

"Is it because you're my boss? Is that why you don't want to talk about it?"

Santana sighed again. "That's part of it." The brunette then shook her head as if trying to clear it before she started again. "Look, Brittany, it doesn't matter what I want. The fact remains that you're my receptionist, and I'm your boss."

"So, you do want me?"

"I just said it doesn't matter. It doesn't change anything." Once again, her eyes fell to the blonde's lips. Brittany was feeling warm again.

"It changes everything," Brittany replied. She took a step forward and reached for Santana's arms, letting each of her hands trace across the smooth skin. Santana's eyes closed at the contact.

"We can't...I mean...we have to stay professional," she said a little breathlessly. She reopened her eyes and watched Brittany's fingers trailing across her forearms. Tentatively, she took one of her own hands and reached up, pushing a little hair out of the blonde's eyes. Brittany's skin burned where Santana's fingertips brushed against it. No person she'd ever met had affected her so strongly.

Suddenly, Santana regained control over herself and withdrew her hand.

"Brittany...we have to stop."

"Neither of us wants to," Brittany said quickly.

"That doesn't mean we shouldn't," her boss said sternly. "Maybe...maybe we can try to be friends."

Brittany didn't know what being friends with Santana Lopez would be like, but it had to be better than being strictly professional.

"Okay," she whispered. "Until tomorrow then." She started to turn away.

"Until tomorrow," replied Santana.