New story. I do not own anything. Not even the idea. LOL. Credits to Vsaint for the idea.
He checks himself in the mirror one last tine before heading out the door. Once he stepped outside the building he hailed a cab and told the driver his destination. He didn't want to bring his bike or his car since he would be drinking later on. His phone started ringing and he pulled it out from his pocket.
Hello?
Brett my boy! Where the hell are you? It was Puck, his best friend aside from Sam.
Calm your tits Puck. I'm on my way. He chuckled.
My tits are calm but some of the tits here are not calm. They are waiting to be touched by yours truly, we could share if you want.
Brett laughed. You're disgusting.
Whatever. Just hurry up you're missing out on all the fun! Puck said before he hung up the phone.
Brett, Puck, Sam and Mike were best friends ever since they were kids. Sam and Brett grew up together. Brett's mom was a maid for the Evans so they lived at the back of their house together with the other employees. But things changed when Brett's mom died when he was 5. The Evans took him in and raised him, Brett will always be grateful to them. The two met Puck and Mike when they were in the first grade and they clicked right away. Out of the four, Puck and Sam where the players, they had different girls every week. Brett and Mike, on the other hand, were the complete opposite. Mike has a girlfriend, Tina, and they've been going out since god knows when. Puck and Sam would always ask Brett why would he hold back when he could get any girl he wants but he just shrugs them off.
He opens the door to Puck's apartment and is met with loud music and a lot of people. He's quite surprised that Puck's neighbors aren't complaining and that this many people could fit in his apartment. The blonde made his way over to the bar to get a drink when a cup was pushed into his hand.
"Brett! You finally made it!" Puck said.
"How could your neighbors not complain with all these noise?" Brett asked.
"What neighbors?" The mohawk boy replied. He smirked when his best friend shook his head. "Exactly. Anyway's where is Sam?"
"He said he has this date with some Victoria Secret model." The blonde answered.
"Hmm. How about you? Any dates?" Puck asked.
"Nope." Brett said taking a sip of his drink.
"You need to explore the waters bro." Puck said.
"I'm focusing on my career."
"Well your career is going great and should share it with someone other than family. You better hurry up or else they would all become milfs." Puck replied while looking at the crowd in front of them more precisely looking at the women.
"Nice words of wisdom Noah. I was touched for a moment but it went out the window when you said something about milfs." Brett laughed. "I'm gonna go dance." He told his friend and headed to the dance floor. Brett closed his eyes, letting himself get lost into the music. Dancing was like second nature to him. If he went to college he would take up dancing, but motocross was his passion. He loved the adrenalin rush while speeding down the tracks and the thrill while doing jumps. He opened his eyes and was met with a delightful scene in front of him. The girl was wearing a form fitting shirt that showed a respectable amount of cleavage, skin-tight jeans and pumps that made her legs look like they could go on for miles. His gaze trailed upwards. She was breathtakingly beautiful. Her dark hair was flowing freely past her shoulders to the middle of her back. She had plump lips, a thin nose and chocolate orbs that were now now looking right at his blue eyes. The tan girl smirked and started to dance more sensually, never breaking eye contact. He started to make his way to her when he was abruptly pulled out of the dance floor by Noah.
"What the hell Noah!" He told his friend.
"I got a little surprise for you." Puck replied.
"This better be good-" He was cut off by a familiar voice.
"Hi Brett."
Brett turned around and smiled widely when he saw the blonde in font him. "Quinn!" He scooped her up and twirled her around. Quinn was Sam's cousin and out of all of Brett's friends she was where he would spill everything too.
"Put me down Brett." She laughed. Once her feet were on the floor she kissed Brett on the cheek.
"I missed you too B." Brett's eyes went back to the dance floor but the tan beauty was gone.
"Don't I get a kiss?" Puck spoke, earning a smack on the back of the head by Brett and a laugh from Quinn.
"Sorry Puck, I don't want to catch anything from you." Quinn replied. "I'm going to get a drink, be right back." She left.
Brett started to look around for the woman. "What are you looking for?" Puck asked but he ignored him and continued to look around till he saw the Latina at the bar laughing with Quinn. He can't help but be awed by her smile.
"Oooh. She's a feisty one I tell you." Puck said, breaking Brett out of his trance.
"Who's a feisty one?" Mike said, appearing out of nowhere.
"The one talking to Quinn by the bar." Puck answered.
"Ahh Santana. She is feisty but she's okay once you get to know her." Mike said.
"Look they're coming here." Puck nudging Brett. Once Quinn and Santana reached them Puck whispered something in Quinn's ear and excused him and Mike, muttering something about getting more drinks but Brett knew better.
"Brett this is my best friend Santana, Santana this is my cousin Brett." Quinn said. Brett raised his eyebrow at Quinn when she mentioned him being her cousin.
"Nice to meet you Brett." Santana said when they shook hands.
"Pleasure is all mine." Brett said smiling and marveling at how soft her hand is. He kissed the back of her hand causing the tan girl to giggle.
"I think I see Tina. See you later guys." She said, leaving the two alone.
"That bitch." Santana mumbled and Brett laughed.
"She is sneaky." Brett replied. "So how do you know Puck?" He asked.
"I don't. Tina dragged me along saying that Quinn was going to be here. How about you? How do you know Puck?" She asked.
"Puck was my best friend since elementary." He shrugged.
"Are you with someone? I'm not keeping you from them am I?" Santana asked
"Nope. I came here alone. And trust me I'd rather be here talking to you." He smiled, making the girl blush. He felt someone bump into him making him spill his drink on Santana. "What the hell?" He looked around.
"Oops sorry Bretty boy, I lost my balance for a bit." Puck smirked. "Ass." Britt mumbled. He took out a handkerchief and turned back at Santana.
"I'm so sorry." He told her while trying to dry her shirt.
Santana giggled at his actions. "It's okay Brett. It's not your fault. Who new you carry a hanky around." She teased.
Brett smiled and hand her his hanky so she could dry herself off. "I'm still sorry."
"I was going to head home anyways. I got work tomorrow." She smiled at him.
"I'll drop you home. It's the least I can do since I spilled my drink on you." He said.
She looked at him for a moment then nodded with a smile. "Sure, if that's okay with you. It's just a few blocks away though if you don't mind walking." She said.
"That's not a problem. Lead the way." He opened the door for her.
They walked in a comfortable silence. Brett would say something that would make Santana laugh.
"So here's my stop." She turned to Brett. "Sorry for dragging you from the party to drop me home."
"Don't worry. I had a good time with you. I should be sorry for ruining your night, spilling my drink and all. Well maybe I'm not really sorry because I got to spend more time with you."
Santana blush. "I'll return your hanky after I wash it." She said.
"You don't have to." He reached for the piece of clothing,
"Please, I'm the one who made it dirty." She objected.
He sighed. Then something crossed his mind. "Then can I have you're number since you have to contact me to return it." He said pulling out his phone.
"You're as sly as your cousin." The girl laugh while typing her number. Brett smiled, he could listen to her laugh everyday. "Thanks for dropping me off Brett." She handed him back his phone. "See you around."
"Soon I hope." He answered.
"I hope so too." She giggled and kiss his cheek. "Have a good night Brett."
"Oh, I had a great night." He said with a goofy smile on his face.
She laughed and shook her head. "You're too cute." She said and tuned to walk in her apartment.
Brett just stood there 'till she made it inside the building before starting to walk back to his apartment.
"Psh. Feisty my ass." He said to himself and walked home.
What do you guys think? What the eff happened to the season finale of Glee?! I'm kind of disappointed on that show. My brittana heart though. Heart meet floor. Haha. And Naya's ustream! Haha. Worst/best ustream I've ever watch. Adorable though.