"Wow, you are hot."
Three minds were thinking the same thing, but only one mouth was able to verbalise it. After that, everything happened too fast. Brittany's eyes averted from Santana's and turned downwards, noticing a little boy looking up at her in awe for the first time. Santana was dragged out of her own little fantasy world by her son's words, and she flicked his ear with too fingers, hard enough to get his attention, but not to hurt him.
"Sonso, compórtate." [Sonso, behave] She muttered in Spanish and Brittany's eyes moved quickly back to her. That was probably the sexiest thing she had heard in her whole life, even if she had no idea what it meant. "Let's go." Santana added drily, dragging Alonso along with her while he wasn't able to take his eyes off the blonde beauty.
"Miss, you are up next." Said an annoyed voice behind Brittany and she realised that she had been standing there awestruck for a few seconds. Quickly she stepped towards the reception counter and had her check-in done.
Neither of them imagined they would see each other ever again.
Oh, how wrong they were.
The next time they saw each other, was that same evening. Brittany had been out and about, having a little hike, enjoying the nice weather - her favourite, super cold but sunny -, and when she was getting back to the resort to have a shower and some dinner, she saw Santana playing with her son, both laying on the ground making snow angels. She thought it was the cutest thing ever.
Santana somehow felt someone was observing her, and when she looked for the source, she found those striking blue eyes again. Brittany waved at her smiling cutely, and all her answer was to raise an eyebrow.
With a visible shrug, Brittany walked away and went on with her day.
They met again the next morning during the buffet breakfast. This time Santana was alone, she had left Alonso at an early ski class, so when she noticed the blonde bombshell right across the buffet table, picking up some interesting choice of breakfast, she allowed her eyes to linger on her figure for longer.
A snicker takes her back to reality and she notices Brittany looking directly at her, a wicked smile on her lips. She wonders how long has she been staring.
"You are hot, too, you know." Brittany mutters softly, batting her eyelashes very...sexually, which makes Santana frown, scoff, and turn around, leaving the blonde behind.
Third time's a charm, they say.
This time, it's Brittany who catches eyesight of Santana at the resort's spa area. She's wearing a red bikini that leaves very little to the imagination, and Brittany is sure she is visibly drooling. This might be the most beautiful woman she has seen in a long time, if not ever. Time to make a move, she thinks as she saunters towards the darker woman, swaying her hips purposefully.
Santana sees her from afar, but acts as if she hasn't. Through the corner of her eye she observes the blonde, though. Fascinating creature she is, Santana thinks, as she remembers the girl was having a weird mixture of bread and bacon, and a bowl of Lucky Charms with what looked like orange juice instead of milk for breakfast, and now is wearing a full body bathing suit, neon blue and covered with unicorns. She notices Brittany's legs seem to go on forever. She notices she seems to have a quite muscular body, probably has abs too. And she notices the girl looks young, at least ten years younger than her, she thinks.
When Brittany gets close to her, Santana still acts as if she hadn't seen her, even if all her senses are in overdrive right now.
"Are you not getting in the water?" Brittany asks somewhat innocently, smiling softly. "I for one love swimming in heated water when it's freezing outside. It's an awesome sensation. You could use the jacuzzi if you don't want to swim." The blonde rambles, and Santana notices she sounds kind of nervous. For some reason she thinks it's cute.
"I'm fine, thank you." Santana answers coldly, looking briefly at Brittany before minding her own business again, which consists on fake reading a magazine even if she is not even sitting down. The magazine is upside down too, Brittany notices, but will let it slide.
"I'm Brittany." The blonde introduces herself, but Santana seems to be far from doing the same thing. It doesn't kill Britt's enthusiasm though. "Where is your...sidekick?" She asks uncertainly. Sure the little boy was an exact copy of the woman she has beside her right now, so she was sure it was her son, but she didn't want to offend the woman, just in case he wasn't.
"My son..." Santana mutters looking around. "...is right there, playing on the slides."
As Brittany looks in the same direction Santana is, Santana takes a moment to look at her. Dear baby Jesus, she is gorgeous.
"He is cute," Brittany declares with a giggle. "So are you." She adds, turning her head back to Santana, and locking her eyes with hers.
Santana gulps audibly before turning her head again.
"Alonso!" She shouts to get her son's attention. "Sonso, vamos [come on], it's time to go".
Brittany is visibly bummed about the woman's reaction, her shoulders slumping slightly.
Alonso comes running to her mother, and she wraps him in a fluffy towel.
"Hello, Miss, my name is Alonso, but everyone calls me Sonso" he says chivalrously, puffing his chest out at the sight of the blonde next to his mother.
"A pleasure, young man. I am Brittany." She answers with a beam as Santana pushes his son along with her. He seems to be just as infatuated by her as she is, she is just better at hiding it.
After ten or fifteen steps, Santana stops though, and turns around, finding Brittany exactly where she left her. She could swear the blonde was checking out her ass.
"Name's Santana." She simply says before turning around again and leaving.
That evening Alonso seems incapable of shutting up about how pretty this Brittany is, and how nice she seems and how cool it would to see her again. Once Santana has put him to bed, she lies down on her own and breathes deeply. That night she dreams about long legs and blue eyes.
Brittany, on the other hand, decides to go stargazing and she thinks it would be really nice to have someone beside her at that moment who she could cuddle with while they watched the stars. Dark chocolate eyes and tan skin never leave her mind.