Brittany leaves Santana's room quietly and walks slowly back to hers, still thinking about their conversation. It's not perfect. The promise of meeting again in a year is far from perfect, actually, but it will have to do. At least it's better than not seeing Santana ever again. She knows there is no guarantee that in a year Santana will still be willing to keep her promise, but a girl can dream, can't she?
When she gets to her own room, she busies herself tidying a little bit. She has been so wrapped up in her own Santana filled fantasy that her room looks like three hurricanes went by and destroyed everything. Skiing clothes here and there, underwear over the kitchen counters (how did that even get there?), dirty, muddy boots staining the carpets...Yeah, it is a little bit embarrassing, she isn't this messy in her normal life.
When she is done and her room looks liveable in again, she is still full of energy and adrenaline. She has to admit she is a little bit antsy and the more she thinks about this morning's conversation, the worse it is for her. Suddenly she is convinced that it was Santana's way of letting her down easy.
She tends to do that. She tends to sabotage herself. It's not like she does it consciously, but she always finds something wrong in everything that seems to be good, or at least, promising. So, in order to keep her own demons at bay, she decides to go snowboarding. Going down a few slopes will ease her mind, for sure.
In Santana's room there's no time to think about anything, at all. She is in a mood, and Alonso is also in a mood (probably because she is in the first place), so at the moment they are yelling at each other. Santana forgot a while ago why they were arguing, and she hates when the situations escalate to this point. It doesn't happen usually, but sometimes she doesn't know how to calm down, and Sonso is her son after all, the yelling and the overreacting is in his blood.
"Okay, stop it!" She growls, running her hands through her own hair almost desperately. "What the fuck is the matter with you today?" She adds, and instantly bites her own tongue. She hates cursing in front of him but...I mean, she is Santana Lopez, some things never change, no matter if she is a 17 years old angsty teenager, or a 40 years old grown ass woman.
At the very least, it has the desired effect: Sonso stops dead in his tracks the second he hears the word 'fuck'. And Santana finally breathes.
"Look, I'm sorry. Cursing is awful, and cursing at you makes my skin crawl. Can we talk like mature people?" She asks. Negotiation might not be her best asset, she can hear herself and nobody would believe she is talking to an eight year-old boy.
"I'm sorry, mama." Sonso mutters looking down at the floor as he plays with the hem of his t-shirt between his hands. "I just wanna go home..." He confesses quietly and Santana frowns. That she wasn't expecting, for sure.
"Why, baby?" She asks, sitting down on the floor next to him. "I thought you were having fun here."
"I am, but..." Alonso sighs softly and looks up at his mother. Their resemblance is uncanny. "I heard you and Britty talking this morning. I don't want to see her again. Why doesn't she like me?"
Santana is a little confused. She thinks back to the conversation she had this morning with Brittany and she realises that a lot of the times, when they talk between one another, there are things that don't need to be said, and that hearing it from the outside might lead to misunderstandings. She sighs softly.
"It's not you, darling. It's not your fault she has to go back to Alabama." She tries to explain, but the boy huffs.
"Is it you, then? What did you do?" He says, crossing his arms over his chest just like his mother uses to do, and Santana doesn't know if she should be offended, or if she should laugh. A soft snort leaves her nostrils involuntarily, though.
After a long talk explaining Alonso that the fact that neither of them can follow the other across the country has nothing to do with him, he seems to calm down. The exertion of the argument takes a toll on them both, though, and soon they are fast asleep on Santana's bed curled up against each other.
When they wake up, she realises it's almost time to meet Brittany, and she still hasn't decided what to do with her son. She needs some alone time with Brittany without the fear of being interrupted by the boy, but she also doesn't want to keep him from being with her, the bond they have formed is very beautiful. So she makes a decision, she will take tonight to be with Brittany alone, and she will invite the Blonde to spend the next day with them doing some outdoor activity. Yes, that sounds good. She just hopes Brittany accepts.
Checking the resort's activities, she finds that there is a stargazing excursion for kids planned for tonight.
"Perfect..." she mumbles to herself as she gets ready to meet the blonde at the spa.
With everything sorted out and Alonso on his way to an amazing experience, she reaches the spa and undresses near the hot tub. This time she is wearing a one piece black bathing suit, but she knows it enhances her curves deliciously.
Soon she is in the tub and the minutes start going by way too slowly. She is still alone.
She checks her watch. Brittany is 20 minutes late.
When she's been waiting for 40, she decides it's enough. With a sigh she starts getting off the jacuzzi when she hears soft steps approaching her.
"I thought you stood me up." Santana mumbles as a smile forms on her lips while she watches Brittany approaching her only wearing a bubblegum pink bikini.
"I thought I stood you up, too." The blonde confesses.