AN: Welcome to my first go at Brettana! After this, I will continue my Brittiago story, but first this!

CH1.

"Lopez! They need another round of champagne, GO!"

Of course they need another round of friggin' champagne.. Santana thought and plastered on a fake smile and grabbed another tray of glasses and made her way out the kitchen. She walked out the door and did her round, smiling friendly to the posh crowd, ignoring the lingering looks she was getting from some of the suits.

When the tray was empty – again, she quickly walked back to the kitchen, figuring there would be another tray of ridiculously overprized fancy food, tasting like feet, waiting for her. While walking back, Santana turned her head and looked around the room. Santana Lopez was a waitress for a catering company which only catered the most extravagant parties in town. This event wasn't any less than the other's she catered and all the people started to look alike; same suits, same fancy dresses and big brand logo's everywhere.

Santana sighed and shook her head. Only four more months.. She reminded herself. After graduating high school, she wanted to move to New York right away, but she didn't have the funds to do so. Her grades were good enough for her to receive a scholarship, but New York was expensive and with Santana's father unemployed, there was no way she was going to survive longer than one year in college.

So, that's how she found herself working three jobs – four if you counted her singing gigs as well. During the day, Santana accepted as many shifts at the local Supermarket as possible, while working at the diner in the afternoon and at night and the weekends were reserved for stupid, posh parties like the one she was currently working at.

Santana smiled, thinking about her future. Her best friend Puck already told her she would always have a place to stay with him. He went to New York, straight after graduation, to work at his uncle's bar. He told Santana several times she should just come over already; she could work at the bar too and even though he lived in an one room apartment, he assured her they could work things out. At first, Santana refused. She didn't want to mooch of her best friend and she figured living with a guy like Puck, in a small studio would be kind of awkward.

But when the first months passed, with Santana working well over thirteen hours a day, she decided she would stay in Lime for the rest of the year, but move to New York after, no matter what. She just wanted to have a little saving, just in case.

And that's how Santana found herself straightening herself, before walking through the door to return the empty tray and get a new one filled…

Santana stretched and yawned.

"What is it with these people?" She mumbled. "It's after midnight, shouldn't they go home and count their money or something?" Santana took a deep breath and grabbed a few empty trays to take them to the back. When she turned around, she walked straight into something hard. And.. Warm?

"Oh god, I'm so sorry.." She quickly exclaimed. Her heart started to hammer in her chest when she noticed she pushed a dirty tray against a very expensive looking suit. She dropped the trays and grabbed a cloth from her apron to try and wipe some of the muck away.

"It's okay!" A friendly voice filled her ears and finally, Santana looked up. Bright, blue eyes met her dark brown ones and Santana gasped. In front of her, stood a young man, guy? Man? The guy looked to be a bit older than she was, but his beautiful face was boyish. Handsomely boyish…

Santana felt her cheeks heat up from embarrassing and she hoped her tan would hide her blush. She quickly pulled her hands back and watched the damage.

"Oh god.. I'm sorry, I can.. I can take it to the drycleaner for you? Or maybe I can pay it for you! I could give you my number, so you can send the bill? Or something.. I'm so sorry, your suit looks pretty expensive. And good, very good.. I'm sorry.." She started to ramble. God, this is going to cost me. And I really needed to buy a new pair of jeans and my shoes are done as well..

"Miss?"

Santana looked up startled and frowned when she noticed the friendly smile on the blondes face.

"It's okay, really." The guy took the cloth from her hands and wiped over the stain. He looked down and shrugged, "It matches the stain on my shirt, see?" He said as he opened the now dirty jacket. Santana let out a laugh when she noticed a red stain on his light blue dress shirt, making the guy blush. "I guess I'm pretty clumsy. My name's Brett, by the way."

Santana looked up to watch his face and shook his hand he was holding out, when she figured he didn't mean any harm.

"I'm Santana."

Brett smiled, "That's a pretty name for a pretty girl."

Santana blushed and shrugged, "I eh.. I don't.."

Brett smile widened, "You're working here?"

Santana frowned and looked down at her black polo, with the caterers logo stamped on it. Brett followed her gaze and slapped his palm against his forehead.

"Okay, well.. Duh. Natural blonde." He chuckled and crouched down to pick up the tray Santana dropped. "Where do you need this?"

Santana snapped out of her daze, "Oh please, give me that! I just eh.. I needed to take them to the back." She quickly grabbed the trays and turned to make her way towards the kitchen. When she neared the door, she felt something behind her and gasped when she peeked over her shoulder.

"What.. What are you doing? Do you need something?.."

Brett blushed, "I eh.. Wanted to talk to you some more.."

Santana frowned, "What? Why?" She asked as she watched his face suspiciously.

Brett smile faltered when he heard the hostile tone in Santana's voice.

"I'm sorry." He quickly mumbled. "I just.. I saw you earlier tonight and thought you were beautiful and I just wanted to talk to you, that's why I was standing so close, earlier.. When you.." He pointed to the stain on his blazer and trailed off. "I'm sorry if I offended you, I just wanted.. I don't know.."

Santana's jaw dropped, "I'm sorry!" She blurted. "It's just.. I'm not used to people being.."

"Nice?" Brett finished.

Santana shrugged, "Look, I'm sorry, but you're like.. One of them."

Brett laughed, hard. "One of them? What are you talking about, woman?"

Santana laughed along, before getting serious again, "One of them.." With her head she nodded to some young men, who were all, just like Brett, dressed in impeccable, tailored suits. They were loud and obviously buzzed from all the champagne. Brett watched the guys, recognizing most of them from previous gatherings like this one. Almost all of those guys came from prominent families, all of which had old money and owned large companies or worked as lawyers or doctors.

Brett knew they weren't known for being the most friendliest. They all came from Lima's better neighborhoods, drove expensive cars and lived on their trust funds and allowances. Of course, not all of those guys were bad guys. He recognized Blaine, who he went to school with back in the days. Blaine was a good guy, he just got carried away easily. But then again, who didn't? Brett knew how easy it was to get sucked into the world of glitter and glamour, fast cars and well, arrogance.

Girls threw themselves at the guys, all golddiggers, but easy on the eye. People got out of their ways for them and Brett had to admit he enjoyed the attention, from time to time. His father was a mogul from the Netherlands, a self-made multi-millionaire, now owning multiple company's and a lot of properties and Brett was trained to follow in his father's footsteps.

Currently, he was studying business at Columbia University and although he was struggling, his father couldn't be more proud, making Brett happy. As an only child, he felt the weight of his father's legacy lay heavy on his shoulders and he was determined to make his parents proud of him. His mother, a gentle, loving woman, just wanted to see her son happy, while his father John, wanted to see his son strive and rise above all the others.

Hence the reason why he was at the party. His father managed to close a huge deal, merging two large companies which he now owned. Brett was proud of his father, but worried about the two thousand employees who lost their jobs thanks to the merge. John Pierce didn't seem to mind though and Brett knew better than to ask his father about it.

"Brett?"

Santana's beautiful, slightly raspy voice brought Brett out of his thoughts.

"I'm sorry, what?.."

Santana giggled and the sound of it made Brett's heart flutter.

"I asked you if you were alright.."

Brett chuckled and quickly nodded, "Yeah I'm fine. Sorry about that. But you should know, I'm not like those guys. I mean, sure, I know them and yeah, I hang out with them from time to time. But I'm not a jerk like them." He explained.

Santana studied his face skeptically and nodded slowly.

"What are you then?"

Brett smiled, "Just a guy. I'm just home for the weekend, I'm in my third year at Columbia, studying business."

Santana's eyes widened, "You live in New York?"

Brett nodded, "Yeah it's amazing! I've got an apartment near Central Park and it's just.. Amazing. I love it there, so much better than Lima.." He suddenly realized Santana was probably living in Lima and he quickly added, "But of course, Lima is pretty cool, too, I mean.."

Santana started to laugh, "Relax, I know Lima, Ohio sucks. I'm actually moving to New York too. Well, Bushwick. I can't exactly afford a place near Central Park, like.. Ever. But I can't wait to get out of Lima."

Brett smiled widely, "So you're going to be close! What are you going to do study there? Or.. You've got a boyfriend waiting there or something?" He half-joked.

Santana grinned proudly, "I got accepted by NYU and I want to study literature, I hope to become a teacher one day."

Brett watched the beautiful Latina in front of him and smiled. She obviously had long hair, which was now tied into a messy bun on the top of her head. She wasn't that tall; Brett could easily rest his chin on her head and she looked like she would disappear in his arms, would he wrap them around her. Santana wasn't wearing a lot of makeup, a surprise for Brett. Most girls he knew would hide their faces underneath a thick layer of makeup and concealer. Meeting such a natural beauty was refreshing.

Brett took in Santana's face; her dark almond shaped eyes, her high cheekbones and that mouth… He loved those plump lips and loved her smile, showing of those pearly white teeth. He could actually imagine her as a teacher, she would be great. She just seemed to radiate this.. Glow. She seemed sweet and caring and Brett wanted nothing more than to get to know her better.

"Lopez! Get your ass back here, they're waiting for you!"

Brett frowned when he heard a man yelling from the kitchen. How rude..

"I've gotta go." Santana stated.

Think, B. You can't just let her walk away, do something!

Brett nodded slowly.

Yeah, maybe a little more than nodding?!

"I eh.. I'll see you around, Brett. And again, sorry for the stain.." Santana smiled. Was this it? Was he going to let her walk way?

"Yeah, eh.. Nice to meet you.." Brett stumbled.

Santana fought a frown, Nice to meet you?. "Eh, nice to meet you too.." She mumbled quickly and turned around and walked through the doors to drop of the empty trays. "Well.. Are you really that surprised?" She muttered to herself. Santana sighed and took a deep breath. Once again, she plastered a fake smile on her face, before walking out back, hopefully for the last round.

Unfortunately, turns out it wasn't the last round and finally, nearing three o'clock in the morning, Santana finished her shift and pulled her apron off. She threw it in her bag and walked out, fumbling with her key cars.

"Finally, there you are."

Santana let out a scream when she felt a hand on her shoulder and quickly turned around and punched her mystery stalker in the face. She gasped when she recognized the blonde hair in the faint moonlight and clasped her hand in front of her mouth.

"Oh no!"

Brett groaned and grabbed his nose. Tears welled up in his eyes and he cursed when he felt blood on his hands.

"Oh god.. That.. Hurts." He managed to get out.

Santana quickly reached in her bag and pulled out a bunch of tissues.

"Oh god, Brett, I'm so sorry! I thought you were some kind of creep!"

Brett accepted the tissues and pressed them against his nose and held his head back.

"Well.. I guess I kinda was. Waiting in the dark for a beautiful girl."

Santana scoffed. "What.. Why are you here?"

Brett shrugged, "I forgot to ask you something."

Santana simply watched him and waited.

"I eh.. I wanted to ask you for your number.."

AN: Well, guys, here it is! My first Brettana story! Brett will be a jerk and Santana will make some lousy decisions, but there will be a happy ending. Don't know how long it's going to be, but just wait and see.. There will be smut, there will be drama and fluff, of course, but also a lot of angst and hurting!

Thanks for reading!