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Also, I don't own GLEE!

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Santana did a once over in her full length mirror, Damn, I look good, and with that thought she grabbed her clutch and phone and hurried downstairs. After doing a quick check of the downstairs she walked to the door. As she put her hand on the doorknob she took a deep breathe.

Play it cool, Lopez.

When she opened the door her eyes were immediately drawn to a single pink white and pink lily.

"A beautiful flower for a beautiful lady." Brett said, charming smile plastered on his handsome face. After all this time Brett never ceased to amaze Santana with his ability to make her swoon. It was sickeningly sweet.

Santana couldn't hold back her giggle even if she had tried, which she didn't. Most people would sooner believe that Hulk Hogan was actually a woman than believe that Santana 'Satan' Lopez would be capable of giggling.

"Well, thank you kind sir….Wait, Babe, where did you get this from?" Santana asked suspiciously.

"Uhm…. Mrs. Hagberg's garden." He answered guiltily, complete with downcast eyes and a protruding lower lip.

It's bizarre that a sixteen year old boy, who looks more like twenty-two, can manage to perfect an adorable pout.

"It's a sweet gesture B., and I love you for it, but we talked about this."

"I know, I know, but the flowers in her garden are just to pretty. I couldn't help myself. Don't be mad." He was working that pout for all it was worth.

"I'm not mad, but I will be if you keepz me from ma breadsticks any longer! Ahora mi amor!" With that Brett immediately perked up, but then frowned again.

"San, you did you just call 'a whore', 'cause that's kinda mean…"

It took Santana everything she was worth to not laugh. "No B. It's Spanish for 'now', so let's get this show on the road!"

"Well why didn't you just say that in American!" Brett said as her grabbed her hand to pull her into a bear hug.

"Sorry B…. you smell really good." Santana inhaled deeply as she burrowed deeper into his hard but comforting chest.

"So I've been told. Last time I was at the mall I was dragged into the fragrance section of Macy's and this really hot girl suggested I wear it. Can't keep the ladies away now. I should probably thank that hot girl!"

"The ladies better stay away!" She pulled back and playfully hit his chest. "Oh, and you're welcome."

Santana's stomach grumbled, prompting her to turn around and lock the front door. Flower in one hand and Brett's wrist in the other she dragged him towards his beloved car. It was a beautiful black 1966 Ford Shelby GT350 Hertz Mustang complete with two gold raising strips. Brett and his grandfather had spent the entire summer fixing it up before the elder Pierces moved away to a retirement community in Florida. Brett was extremely proud of his car, and Santana didn't mind either seeing as it only boosted her boyfriend's popularity. Santana couldn't even imagine what would happen to her rep if Brett had been given his grandmother's Prius instead of the 'Stang.

Brett, ever the gentleman, opened Santana's door for her and helped her in then proceeded went around back to the trunk. Santana wondered what he was doing. She watched in the rear-view as he made his way to the drivers side door and crouched to get into his car. Santana always found it a little funny watching Brett fold his 6'3 frame into the drivers seat. She was brought out of her musings as a an almost empty water bottle was placed in her lap.

"For the flower, it will get thirsty." Brett said nonchalantly.

Santana smiled. "Clever boy." She placed the flower into the water bottle and set it in the custom made cup-holders in the center console. "There, a little feminine touch for this dark interior." Santana smirked.

"Hey now! Dark interior is sexy! This is a mans car, woman!" He laughed before looking at Santana to make sure her seat belt was on and starting the engine. The 'Stang seemingly purred.

This car really is sexy. Santana thought as Brett pulled out of the Lopez driveway and started towards BreadstiX across town. Santana looked over at Brett and studied his face.

He really is the best looking person I have ever met, and that includes looking in the mirror, I'd never admit it though. His short blond locks, the strong nose and jaw, and don't even get me started on those eyes. God, I could drown in the blueness of them….We really are the most attractive couple in Lima. I mean Puck and Quinn were kind of hot, but Puck has a dead rodent on his head and Quinn is always wearing a nice shade of Bitch, so yeah, we are definitely the couple with most sex appeal. Sex. Sex is what got you in this mess, dumbass… How did this even happen, I've always taken my pill religiously…religion. Shit, if slushing losers all day didn't get me a ticket to hell, pre-marital sex should get me court side tickets to the underworld…

"Baby are you sure you are all right? You didn't even squeal when you saw the BreadstiX sign!" He asked genuinely concerned.

"Yeah, no, I'm good. Just lost in my thoughts I guess."

"What's on your mind, sweet checks?" He said as her grabbed her hands across the center console.

"Just thinking about how lucky I am to have you…" She said bashfully.

"I'm the lucky one…" He leaned over to give her a quick peck on the lips, or so he had planned on doing. Santana brought her hands up to cup his face and bring his lips more securely to hers. She mustered up as much G-rated passion into the kiss as possible before pulling away.

"I love you, B. So much." She said, trying not to get emotional. You're in the middle of the BreadstiX parking lot for fucks sake!

"I love you too. Now lets go eat!" He said before getting out of the car and locking it. Brett ran around to the passenger side and opened the door for Santana offering a hand. I don't think I have ever opened a single door while with him. He smiled at her as she intertwined their fingers and walked into BreadstiX.

Dinner was fun as always. They were seated at their regular booth with Santana ordering a chicken Caesar salad and Brett getting his usual spaghetti and meatballs, with Santana eating well over an amount of breadsticks that would be deemed normal. Brett at one point jokingly called her out by saying "San, I don't know how one person can eat so many breadsticks! It's like you ate your twin or something."

She rolled her eyes, but slowed down on the card consumption. A voice inside her head tried to defend her actions however, You're eating for two, you're not a cow. It's not like you can say "Shut up, asshole. I'm carrying your hungry ass spawn!" Yeah that would be a little to dramatic, Berry would respect it….FOCUS Lopez! You're hot, don't forget it, sexy. *winky face*. She had to stop herself. The fact that she actually imagined her inner conscious winking at her caused her to break out of her musings. A baby might not be your biggest problem, Lopez! Thank god for the fortunate arrival of the check.

Santana went to grab her purse, but she half-assed the motion as soon as she made eye contact with Brett. Both of them knew it would be a cold day in Hell before Brett allowed her to pay.

"B, you shouldn't be wasting your money on me. Winter is coming and the pool is going to close for a few months."

"San, you shouldn't worry so much. I make my money doing something I love, so why shouldn't I spend it on someone I love?" He said it like it was the most causal question ever asked as he placed the amount on the receipt and gave it to the waitress.

Santana swooned, and she was pretty sure she heard an "Ahhh" come out of the waitresses mouth. Maybe Brett is right. I might just have a heart attack from loving him to much.

Brett knew he had said something right as he smirked and said "So are you ready for Puck's panther party?"

Shit! I forgot about the party. Just one night, you can do this, put your big girl panties on!

"As ready as I'll ever be."

I tried to do Brett justice. Let me know what y'all think! Next up "Puck's Panther Party" and some paranoid Santana!