A/N: I wanted to leave Someone Said You Love Me as a one shot, since I thought it could stand-alone, just as it was. But, I've had some requests for straight up smut regarding Brett and Santiago, so I figured I'd make a series of follow on one-shots from Someone Said You Love Me, both smutty and fluffy. So, please don't be surprised when there isn't a direct follow-on between each chapter.

"I am so sick of Spanish," Santiago sighed, brushing his fingers through his short hair.

Even that tiny action bored him, so instead, he slumped forward against his desk, resting his head against the palm of his hand, while he scribbled across the piece of paper Brett had given him.

"You only say that, because you are fluent and you think Martinez is going to slow for you," Brett rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Well, you're right about that. That was always the reason I never came to this class anyway, but what's your excuse?" Santiago tilted his head.

"You already covered all of this the other day, when you came over to tutor me," Brett shrugged.

Santiago took his plump lower lip between his teeth, which did nothing to contain the bashful smile that took over.

"So, I actually helped?" Santiago murmured, turning his head to look at the boy.

Brett couldn't help himself as his eyes shamelessly roamed over the Latino; taking in those mysterious brown eyes, before his eyes found those perfect plump lips. His own lips turned up into a devilish grin once his eyes travelled lower, taking in the large, possessive hickey that he'd left there only hours ago, which Santiago had proudly on display.

"Yeah, you did..." Brett finally managed to say, offering up a loving smile.

"Do you want me to keep tutoring you?" Santiago offered, though the way Brett's eyes were practically undressing him didn't go unnoticed; in fact, it made his body ignite. His boyfriend's dark eyes said so much, and it turned him on to no end.

"I'd like that," Brett replied, with a voice thick with arousal.

Brett was sure that Santiago heard it too; that tone, so with a shy blush, he turned his attention to the front of the room, much to Santiago's disappointment.

Without the distraction of Brett's eyes, or those soft pink lips, Santiago became restless once again, bouncing his knee and with a heavy sigh. He could tell he was irritating people though, so the Latino ultimately brought his actions to a stop and settled for rubbing his thighs. It was when his pinky brushed against Brett's, that he felt that jolt down his spine and the smile appear on his face.

As discretely as possible, he inched closer to the blonde, brushing his pinky up and down his forearm. It was only a few more brushes against Brett's skin before Santiago turned his hand over, resting it against Brett's thigh before he found a pale hand sliding into his own.

Brett slid his long fingers over Santiago's palm, teasing the skin as he gently scratched it, before he found his fingers sliding between Santiago's; their hands dancing together, almost sensually as the two boy focused on each touch, more than anything else.

It was when their eyes met that Santiago reluctantly slid his hand out of Brett's and along his inner thigh, caressing his the muscular limb with an internal smirk. He was thankful that Brett had rushed out of dance rehearsals in his sweatpants; the material being more pleasant under his hand, than the blonde's usual jeans.

That didn't matter for too long though, because mere moments later, Santiago's hand slipped inside Brett's sweatpants.

There it was; Santiago's hand tracing the outline of Brett's flaccid cock through his boxers for a fleeting second, before it was gone again; the touch simply teasing the blonde as his hand fell to the boy's thigh, letting his fingers trail over the bare skin.

Brett said nothing, not when he knew that Santiago was building him up for a reason, even if he was desperate for that warm, tanned hand, to be wrapped around his cock.

Slowly, Santiago's hand slid up, inch by inch teasing Brett's length until he felt the boy starting to stiffen under his fingertips and with a smirk, his hand slowly found its way into Brett's boxers.

With those fingers teasing his foreskin, Brett couldn't help the tiny moan that escaped him; his breath catching in his throat as he gripped at the table. He was rock hard by now, but with Santiago's barely there touches, he couldn't find the friction he needed for a release.

"Santi..." Brett breathed, taking his lip between his teeth.

Santiago simply smirked at his boyfriend, offering up the most innocent smile as he trailed his index finger over the underside of Brett's cock, gingerly teasing his balls. What surprised him, was when his fingers slowly travelled back towards the blonde's puckered hole, he found it to be filled.

This time, it was Brett that smirked, turning to Santiago with the sexiest, devilish grin. "You bought me a plug, so I used it. I wanted to be ready for you, as quickly as possible," Brett whispered, for only Santiago to hear.

He thought he felt his heart stop at Brett's words; they were music to his ears.

"You're just that desperate for my dick, aren't you?" Santiago purred, and all Brett could do was nod.

They'd been together for three months; and in those months, they'd gotten more and more daring, the two of them finding out what made the other tick in the most intimate ways. This was the most daring they'd been, and both of them knew what was coming next; the thing they both craved.

"Now class, I have to go. I have a dentist appointment, but I'll see you all in here on Thursday for your test." Mr Martinez announced, once the bell had sounded through the school, and then he was out the door.

The rest of the students were quick to follow, eager to go and get their lunches; all but Brett and Santiago, who had spent the last few minutes of the class, working the Latino up to full length and girth as well.

It was when the last student had left, Santiago sprinted over to the door to pull it closed and lock it; he had to keep hold of his jeans to stop them from falling down since he'd already popped open the button and tugged down the zipper.

"Looks like you're just as eager as me," Brett smirked, glancing around the room. "It also looks like the rumours are true. The Spanish room is the only classroom without a camera."

"What do you expect?" Santiago shrugged. "Figgins sucks, and this was Schuester's room for a while. It was probably the only place he could fix his hair without Sue finding out."

The laugh that left Brett was one that could melt Santiago, but right now, it was far too innocent with Brett's cock standing to attention, leaking pre-cum which was simply begging to be slurped up.

Santiago didn't even waste a second to think before he was across the room and on his knees; eagerly taking the thick, leaking head into his mouth.

Brett's knees almost buckled, as he leaned back against the desk behind him, moaning wantonly into the empty room.

Santiago pulled away, just as quickly as he'd wrapped his lips around that bulbous head; sliding a hand back to carefully pull out his boyfriend's plug and the moment he had it in his hand, there was a small bottle of lube beside his head.

"My-my... You did come prepared," Santiago smirked, offering up the plug to the boy, who simply slid it into his backpack.

"I'm coming over to your place tonight anyway," Brett grinned, with a moan leaving him mere seconds later as Santiago lubed up his stretched hole.

Brett pushed him away though, after a moment and after the most searing, rough kiss, Santiago's jeans and boxers were around his ankles, with Brett rolling a condom down the long, huge cock.

"I love that my man is so hung," Brett husked, tilting his head as he admired the thick, twitching member standing proudly.

"I bet," Santiago smirked, before his lips were back against Brett's; their throbbing cocks rubbing against each other as Brett's back hit the board behind him.

"I need you, Santi..." Brett whimpered, with the feeling of Santiago's covered cock brushing against his driving him crazy.

It was only a second later, when Santiago realised he was more than thankful for that plug as he easily slid in to Brett's ass, with a long, guttural moan.

Brett's head was still spinning from how quickly Santiago had spun the two of them around and bent him over the teacher's desk; and that was how he felt raw ecstasy as he felt his boyfriend's throbbing cock fill his ass.

Santiago didn't halt though. He knew the lack of resistance as he pushed into Brett meant that he wouldn't hurt that his boyfriend, and that was what was the most important to him.

With that thought in mind, he also wanted to give Brett what he needed and with an encouraging roll of his boyfriend's hips, Santiago did just that; bringing his hands to Brett's hips as he slammed his cock into his ass.

"Fuck," both boys moaned in unison.

Santiago kept up that rough rhythm though, as he harshly pounded into Brett; a hand coming around to stroke Brett's length furiously.

The room echoed a symphony of sounds as the Latino fucked Brett with everything he had. The sound of his balls slapping against Brett's ass had to be Santiago's favourite, along with Brett's moans, but both sounds mixed perfectly with the deep grunts, as well as the sound of the desk sliding along the floor with each hard thrust.

"S-Santi," Brett mewled, his mouth hanging agape as almost inaudible moans passed through his soft pink lips. "I... I'm gonna cum, Santi..."

Santiago internally thanked God. He'd been on the verge of his climax for a while, but he was utterly determined to make sure that he brought Brett to the high of his life.

It was that one thrust more; that one thrust, that hit his prostate in the most perfect place when Brett came, shooting hot, thick roped over Santiago's wrist, while his ass squeezed Santiago's cock deliciously.

"Fucking hell," Santiago whimpered, as searing cum trickled from the tip of his twitching dick, slowly filling the condom and covering his own length.

The two of them were a trembling, panting mess, and when Santiago slumped against Brett, the blonde turned his head to catch Santiago's lips in a lazy, soft kiss.

"I love you," the blonde whispered.

"I love you more, Brett Pierce."

"Impossible," The other boy replied, tilting his head and letting go of a whimper once Santiago pulled out.

"Fuck, I needed that," Santiago grinned, before his lips morphed into a smirk.

"You can say that again," Brett rasped, and on his face, was the most blissful, sex-induced smile.

"I better clean up," Santiago laughed, gnawing at his lower lip. "And you, better put that plug back in."

And Brett merely replied with a smirk.

A/N 2: I'm completely open for suggestions if you want to see anything in particular. There isn't all that much Brettiago around, which I've noticed. So, if there's anything you feel like reading anything in particular, let me know. :)