The next morning, Santana and Alonso are headed towards their first solo descent of a ski slope. Santana has skied before, so she only took one lesson as a reminder of the mechanics, and Also has finished his initial training, so they are both ready to try their first real skiing, as Alonso likes to call it.

It's a beautiful day. It's cold but it's sunny and not windy at all, so the conditions for skiing are excellent. Santana is struggling to get Alonso into his ski gear, though. He is excited, but he seems restless and he's complaining about his clothes being uncomfortable. His attitude is really playing with Santana's thin patience. She's about to give up and drag her little brat of a son back to the lodge, when he suddenly stops fidgeting altogether and a huge beam is drawn on his lips.

"Mama, mira [look], it's Brittany!" He says excitedly, and right before Santana can do anything to prevent him from doing anything, he is already yelling with all the force of his lungs. "BRITTANY!".

Santana wants to crawl into a hole on the ground and disappear as she notices Brittany is trotting towards them, all geared up, sunglasses smugly balancing on top of her head, and a snowboard under her left arm. As she gets closer, Santana notices, once again, how pretty this girl is, and for one she promises herself she'll try to be nicer. She's not exactly a social person, but there doesn't seem to be anything wrong with this bubbly, beautiful blonde. Except she eats cereal with orange juice. Maybe she's a psycho.

"Hey! Sonso, how's it going, buddy?" Brittany says cheerfully with ease and puts her hand up so they boy can high five her, which he happily does. Then Santana notices that the blonde's attention shifts towards her and is offering her what looks like a flirty smile. "Howdy, Santana." Brittany says with an accent that Santana can't exactly recognise. It sounds southern, kind of, but she can't be sure. The way her name rolls out of her lips is extremely sexy, though.

Either way, she only raises her eyebrow and nods as all greeting. So much for being nicer.

"What is that?" Alonso asks pointing at Brittany's snowboard.

"Oh," Brittany turns her full attention to the boy again. She's a natural, Santana thinks. "This, buddy, is a snowboard. Has the same function your skis do, but it's funnier." She brags. Bad. Alonso turns way too excitedly towards Santana and starts hopping around, pulling from her jacket, and she knows she is about to regret going out altogether.

"Mama, mama, can I snowboard like Britt?" he says and Santana puts a firm hand over his small shoulder. That is a sign that he needs to calm down, he knows it well, and he stops, but is still looking at Santana hopefully.

"First of, she hasn't given you the permission to call her Britt..." she starts firmly.

"Oh, it's fi-" Brittany tries to chime in, but is instantly cut off by a commanding tan finger risen just in front of her face. The power this woman holds... Brittany thinks, imagining what else could Santana command her to do with just the flick of a finger.

"Y segundo, acabas de aprender a esquiar [Second of, you just learnt how to ski]" Santana finishes and Brittany swoons. Commanding fingers and Spanish words are distracting her way too much in way that is definitely not suitable for the child between the two of them.

Alonso doesn't say anything. He only looks down sadly and Brittany's heart breaks. He is a very sweet, lovely boy, and Santana seems to be a pretty strict mother. Britt understands it perfectly, and wouldn't want to step over her, but she does have a soft spot for children.

"Hey, Sonso." Brittany kneels on the snow to be at Alonso's eye level. "Is it true, what she said? Did you just learn to ski?" She asks softly, resting her board on the ground beside them as Alonso nods quietly. Santana simply observes.

"Well, then I'll make you a deal." Brittany smiles as Alonso perks up visibly interested. Santana is about to step in, but fights herself and stays quiet. "I can let you step on my snowboard right now, just so you get a feel of it. But it's for more advanced skiers, so you need to practice, okay? And listen to your mama always." She finishes and Santana swoons. Well, she does in the inside, she doesn't dare move a muscle during their exchange.

Obviously, Alonso accepts the deal, so Brittany grabs both of his little hands and helps him up on her board, making sure neither of them slip, nor the board moves anywhere. When his footing is sure enough, Brittany takes a couple steps to the side, making the board slide a little, making Alonso giggle.

"This is so cool." Alonso says in complete awe as he steps off the board. "Mama, can we go skiing now? I need to be a pro, to then be a snowboarder like Britt." He asks looking at Santana, and she almost chuckles. Almost. She loves seeing her son happy, but she's still pissed off at him for his attitude earlier in the day. Thankfully, Brittany intervenes again.

"Buddy, before you go, I see you are not geared up. You need to put on your skiing coat and your sunglasses. You don't want to burn up, do you? It's pretty sunny today, and the snow is dangerous." As Brittany finishes her speech, he is already slipping his arms through the coat Santana is holding up for him, as she looks at Brittany in disbelief.

"How the hell did you do that? I've been struggling to get him into that damn coat the whole day." Santana says and Brittany notices it's the longest sentence she has spoken to her yet. Some would call it progress.

"I have my ways..." she answers winking. She is flirting and them both know that. This time Santana smirks, though, and Brittany thinks is the sexiest thing she's seen yet. Definitely she's making some progress.

Meanwhile Santana is mentally scolding herself for falling for that cheap, young flirting. She's way over that cheesy stuff. She's almost forty, goddammit.

When Alonso is all ready to go, and Santana is about to say her farewells, Brittany grabs her hand softly to stop her. At the skin on skin contact, they both stop dead on their tracks for a moment. They are both sure the other one felt the same electricity they did.

"Wait, Santana..." Brittany says softly, still not releasing Santana's hand, and the older woman notices how her attitude has shifted into a shy one once again. It's still kinda cute. "I was wondering...will you have dinner with me tonight?" She asks, blushing instantly at how that sounded. "I mean...the both of you, at the dining hall, like just to keep each other company. I'm alone here and so are you two, so...yeah." She rambles and this time Santana chuckles. The girl is cute, no doubt.

"Such a shame. I thought you were asking me out on a date." Santana says nonchalantly, shrugging, internally enjoying like a lot the way Brittany turns even redder. Thankfully, Alonso is playing with his skis and not paying attention to them. "But I'm sure Alonso would love to have dinner together." Santana adds, softly and somewhat thankfully this time, offering Brittany a honest smile. "See you at 8?".

Brittany nods silently and watches Santana and Alonso leave.

If I ever wanted to marry anyone, it would be her, Brittany thinks as she watches them for as long as they stay in her line of sight.