Santana wakes up the next morning only to find a note by her door, that someone might have slid under it, which only reads "Sorry". It doesn't have a signature or anything else for that matter, but Santana know perfectly who it is from. She smiles softly and let her memories take her back to the previous night. It's not like she didn't want to kiss Brittany, if she really didn't want to, she would have simply said so. The problem is that for some absurd reason she really likes this girl, and it's been a hot minute since she has been intimate with anyone, let alone with anyone she actually liked. She may have not given any signs about that, bit since the very moment her eyes locked with blue ones, she was a goner. There is something about Brittany, not only the undeniable fact that she's gorgeous, but something she can't describe and is drawing her in way too fast for her liking. She is terrified, but the stupid smile that's taken over her lips right now tells a completely different story.
Brittany has not slept at all. She's sure she fucked everything up with Santana, but she couldn't help herself. There is something about her that is driving the blonde crazy. She is different to every woman she has ever met. There is something about Santana that is making her feel all this things she hasn't felt in a long while, if ever. She's a little scared that she's going to be unrequited, but that has never stopped her from trying before. The thing is that she's not interested in sleeping with Santana. Well, no, she is, of course, but that is not her main goal though. Since the first moment their eyes met she knew there was something else. She actually likes Santana, and the bond she has with Alonso does not help in the matter at all. It would be so much easier to get into something with her if she had her approval... but maybe she was coming on too strong. At the end Santana didn't seem to be resisting, but now Brittany is confused.
It will be Christmas Eve in two days, and Brittany and Santana haven't seen each other in two days. It's not like they have been avoiding each other, but neither of them have made any effort on looking for each other. Alonso has asked about the blonde, but Santana has deflected, only saying she must be busy.
That evening, Brittany decides to use the spa again. She likes how calm it is at night, and she needs the silence and solitude. Not that she can't have silence and solitude in her own room, but the different waters and the Jacuzzi are always helpful.
She is relaxing, all alone, in the hot tube, enjoying the bubbles, with her eyes closed and lost in her little world. So much so, that she doesn't hear the soft padding of bare feet moving close to her, nor she doesn't hear or feel how someone kneels on the edge of the tub right next to her. A soft voice close to her ear scares the shit out of her though and she's about to attack as a self defence reaction, bit thankfully her brain catches up with the owner of the voice before her body reacts involuntarily.
"Listen closely because I'm only going to say this once." Santana says hushedly and hurriedly in Brittany's ear, and it sends all kinds of delicious shivers down the blonde's spine. "There is a party for children on Christmas Eve. I'm taking Alonso there. It's at six. At six thirty I want you to come up to my room, I will have ordered room service so we can have dinner together and we can talk. Alone."
When Brittany internalises what has just been told to her, and turns her head to say something, Santana is already gone, and for a moment she wonders if it was all a dream or a hallucination or something. But then she notices that beside her there is the very same note she wrote Santana, but under her sorry, the Latina has scribbled "I am sorry too..." in a very beautiful handwriting.
With renewed hopes, Brittany hoists herself up, wraps herself in a towel and almost runs to the dressing room to put her clothes back on as she has decided she will hit the resort's gift shop and buy something nice for Santana and Alonso.
That night, Santana takes her son to see a Christmas movie and while he enjoys it very much, she doesn't pay it any attention. All she can think about is what will she order two nights later for dinner, what will she wear, and if she will be able to refrain herself from jumping the girl once she has her alone in her room. She also chastises herself for that last thought, it's not like she can't control her instincts.
Brittany already knows what she's going to wear, though, and it includes her lucky panties, which are basically red lace and semi transparent. Not too shabby. And if she gets lucky, at least they are nicer than the ones she has covered with obnoxious yellow ducks. She also knows she might be getting ahead of herself a little too much, but a girl is allowed to dream, isn't she?
The next two days can't pass fast enough for either of them, but somehow they manage to go through them without seeing each other again, which is kind of odd, since they have been running constantly into each other for the past week, but neither of them will complain. They are both nervous about the evening they have ahead.