"Brett I don't feel much like dancing tonight. You go dance I'm just going to hang here for a bit." Santana says kissing Brett cheek.
"Okay," Brett hesitantly says.
For the last two weeks something has been off with Santana. He couldn't tell you what it is, but something is different between them. At first he thought it might have something to do with Thanksgiving they had at her dad's, but she had told him that everyone even her nana who hardly liked anyone all loves him. Whatever it is it has caused Santana to distance herself from him a bit always complaining about being tired and feeling bloated.
"B, I know you're itching to dance so go have some fun." Santana says reassuring him she's not angry with him for wanting to dance.
"I love you," Brett says gently kissing her lips.
"I love you too," Santana whispers as he dances his way out onto the dance floor.
She's been feeling really just really off for a few weeks now and feels bad that she's been taking it out on Brett. The last two days everything he has done has pissed her off. She doesn't get it though because when she looks back he really hasn't done anything to warrant her anger.
"I'll have a vodka on the rocks." Santana says to the bartender.
"Well, well, well look who we have here." someone says from behind Santana.
"Puck?" Santana says after turning around.
"It's been a while hasn't it." Puck slyly says sliding next to Santana. "Dude I'll take whatever the lady's having." he says to the bartender without taking his eyes off of Santana.
"What are you doing here Puck? Isn't this club a little out of your normal stomping grounds." Santana asks turning to look at him.
"Well you hot stuff stopped showing up at my usual clubs so I had to come find you." Puck flirts placing his hand on her arm.
"I'm glad you did." Santana whispers in his ear.
She sees Brett out on the dance floor rocking out making every girl wants to dance with him and every guy wants to be him. She feels bad that she's flirting with another man when she already has a loving boyfriend. Though not enough to stop her flirting.
"Are you here with anyone?" Puck asks giving her a sexy, cocky smile.
"Maybe, but they're not here now." Santana says closing her eyes.
"Well aren't you still a little sexy vixen." Puck sexily says.
"Just be thankful my boyfriend is busy." Santana whispers feeling slightly guilty.
"Yeah that's probably a good thing." Puck says leaning in staring at Santana's lips.
She surges forward and kisses him. Puck wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her into his lap.
"I really shouldn't." Santana says pushing away from Puck.
"Please you don't care if he finds out." Puck says kissing her again.
"Puck, this is wrong. Leave me alone." Santana pleas trying to push him back now starting to feel slightly guilty.
"That's not what you were saying a minute ago." Puck says smirking as he slides his hands under Santana's shirt.
While Puck tries to convince Santana to leave Brett watches from afar. At first he feels very hurt and betrayed by Santana cause she is obviously interested in the other guy, but then he seems to be upsetting her and that pissed him off. He quickly walks over to Santana wrapping his arm around her shoulder.
"Hey baby," Brett sweetly says glaring at Puck.
"Brett," Santana sighs snuggling into his strong body glad that he's here to bail her out of almost making the same mistake she's made before.
"Listen buddy I don't know who the fuck you think you are, but Santana and me were trying to have a conversation before leaving for a little something something if you know what I mean." Puck growls glaring at Brett.
"Buddy," Brett emphasizes. "Santana is my girlfriend and if you don't leave us alone I'll beat the fuck out of you." he growls tightening his grip around Santana's waist.
Puck looks at Santana hoping that she'll give him some sign that she wants him instead of this giant blonde man.
"Just go Puck," Santana says looking up sadly into Brett's hurt eyes.
"Well if you ever get tired of the blonde giant you know where to find me." Puck says before leaving.
Brett pulls Santana out of the club not wanting to blow up at her there. He is still mad about what he saw his girlfriend doing with another guy, but he isn't about to leave her in the club by herself.
"You know, you really haven't changed." Brett spits as they walk to his car.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?!" Santana shouts stopping Brett in his tracks.
"It means I saw you flirting with that douchebag and then kiss him!" Brett shouts pounding his fist onto a car.
"Yeah well maybe that's because I know you're only with me because of my dad!" Santana shouts tears threatening to spill over.
"That's bullshit and you know it!" Brett shouts back.
He really wants to hit something to get out some of this anger that is threatening to blow up with is strange to him as he never loses it. He will never ever ever hit Santana or any woman no matter what. The closet thing is a truck so he punches the hood.
"I don't think it is." Santana sobs slightly scared of Brett as she watches him punch the truck all she can think of is every bad relationship she's ever been in.
"Well I guess then we have nothing left to say to each other." Brett says getting much less angry.
"I guess we don't," Santana says turning back towards the club and heading to get a cab.
"I've always cared about you and loved you. It had nothing to do with your dad; he just finally gave me the confidence to talk to you." Brett whispers watching her leave.
He slowly walks to his car and gets in. For several minutes he just sits there staring out the window trying not to cry. He had been madly in love with her and it broke his heart to see her cheat on him. All he can think is that something has to be wrong with him.
"I'm sorry that I somehow let you down and forced you to do this to me." Brett sobs, picking up his phone and dialing.
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"God he's such an ass." Santana rants to the taxi driver.
"Most of us men are asses, but we do try not to be." the driver says looking at the Latina through the mirror.
"Yeah well the only reason he was even with me is because of my dad and money." Santana vents.
"Wow that's really an ass move." the driver says.
"Thanks,"
Santana quiets up, sort of feeling bad that this random guy thinks that Brett is an ass. He was always so nice to her and did protect her from Puck despite the fact that she had already caused him such pain. Even though she's scared that her dad might be right and she hates when he's right she's never been scared of Brett physically hurting her which is what made this even harder. She can't help, but love Brett.
"Maybe one day we can be friends." Santana whispers to herself.
"Miss, we're here." the driver says.
"Oh thanks," Santana says getting out and handing him a twenty. "Keep the change."
She walks up the stairs wishing that she still had Brett. Her emotions are all over the place and it is starting to give her a headache. One moment she hates Brett thinking he is only with her for her money then the next she feels horrible for cheating and wants to run back to him. She is so distracted by her rapidly moving emotions she doesn't notice that someone is in her living room.
"Santana," Mario says scaring her half to death.
"Dad," Santana yelps grasping at her heart. "You scared me." she gasps trying to regain her breath.
"Where's Brett?" Mario asks looking confused.
"He went home dad." Santana says still trying to recover from the shock her dad gave her.
"Oh I thought he would have come back with you." Mario says sighing as he sits down.
"We don't live together…wait why are you here looking for Brett?" Santana asks starting to get a little worried.
"He called me about five minutes ago and wanted to try and talk him out of it." Mario says glancing at the door.
"That still didn't answer why you thought Brett would be here." Santana says now wondering what exactly her dad is really doing here.
"I heard from Connie who heard from George that you two were going clubbing tonight so I just assumed that he would at least see you home and I could talk some sense into that boy." Mario says unsure of why tonight of all nights Brett doesn't come with her.
The moment Santana had walked through the door without Brett he had known something is wrong. Not just that, but the phone call he had gotten from Brett has scared him. If there is one thing he can't lose it is the young lawyer.
"Do you have any idea of why Brett would quit?" Mario asks figuring he might as well ask.
"He quit?" Santana asks confused.
"Yes and since he's not here I'm assuming that you had something to do with it." Mario says wanting no wishing that she has nothing to do with it.
Santana freezes wondering if she should lie through her teeth or just tell him the truth. Well since it is his fault partial she figured the truth is needed.
"We broke up," Santana says bracing herself for the blow up.
"WHAT!?" Mario shouts jumping up.
"We had a fight and he broke up with me." Santana softly says hoping he'll blame Brett instead of her.
"What did you do to fuck things up now Santana?" Mario says trying not to shout.
"Why do you always think it was my fault!" Santana shouts starting to get pissed.
"Because it normally is!" Mario shouts.
Their volume has been steadily raising and increasing. Both are extremely loud and hot headed and don't back down. As the argument continues both keep getting more and more frustrated.
"So I fucking kissed another guy! It's all your fault anyway!" Santana shouts slash sobs.
"How the fuck is this fucking problem my fault!" Mario shouts at her.
"Because you're forcing me to marry him!" Santana shouts before falling on the couch. "What if he's only pretending to like me." she sobs.
Mario's resolve slightly breaks and he wraps his arms around her pulling her into his lap.
"I just want you to marry someone who will take care of you when I'm gone." Mario whispers.
"Why couldn't you let me choose?" Santana asks sobbing into his chest.
"All the men you were dating were horrible and princess you're pretty selfish. I don't want you to lose the company and I know Brett liked you, is a really nice guy and he can help you run the company." Mario explains.
"I-"
Santana doesn't get to finish her sentence as she starts puking all over the floor. She groans as she finally stops throwing up.
"Are you okay?" Mario asks rubbing her back.
"God, I just can't kick this damn bug." Santana says rubbing her boobs.
Mario frowns as he watches his daughter. In all her life he hardly remembers a time when she was sick and actually got out of bed. She is a huge baby when it comes to being sick.
"Sweetie are you sure that you're sick and didn't just eat something bad?" Mario asks.
"Duh, I mean what else could it be?" Santana asks frowning.
"Well normally when you're sick you can't function….." Mario trails off not wanting to say what he thinks.
"Yeah…..shit!" Santana shouts jumping up.
I can't, I can't, I can't Santana thinks as she runs to her calendar. She can't remember the last time she had her period, but she just couldn't be pregnant could she. Firstly her and Brett have always been careful….
"Santana," Mario says walking in.
"I have to…I have to pee." Santana says running out of the kitchen and up to her bathroom.
She calmly as calmly as one can be when they think they might be pregnant with their ex-boyfriend's baby, rips open the pregnancy test. Not that she can read what the test directions are. She's too worried the fact that she's about ninety percent sure that she is pregnant.
"Santana don't worry until you get the result." Santana tells herself bouncing on one leg as she waits for the timer to go off.
Half of her wants the test to be positive that way she'll always have a piece of Brett in her life, but the other half is terrified that she's not ready to be a mom and more importantly a single mom. She doesn't think that Brett will want to be with her even if she is pregnant; he'll probably think it's someone else's.
The timer goes off and she looks down out the results.
"Well?" Mario asks when she walks down the stairs suspecting he knows what's going on.
"I'm pregnant," Santana says a shocked look on her face.
"Who's the father?" Mario asks wanting to know what dead beat guy is the father to his grandchild.
"Really! You have to ask!" Santana shouts tears starting to fall.
"Well you do sleep around a lot." Mario says frustrated with the whole situation.
"Dad how can you say that." Santana gasps.
"Cause it's-"
Before Mario can finish Santana storms out. She can't believe her dad.
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Brett sits lonely on his couch wishing he could still be with Santana. While what she did was wrong, but he still loves her. He's heartbroken that she cheated on him even though it was just a kiss. Then the fact that she really thinks he's only interested because of her father hurts more than the kiss. He thought they had a great connection and understanding of each other, but apparently he is wrong. Though above all else he really just wants her to say sorry so they can mend their relationship and get back together.
"Lord Tubbingtion, I will not cry over this woman." Brett firmly says.
Lord Tubbington just stares at Brett as if to say yeah right. He then jumps down and strolls into the kitchen.
"I was not too hard on her; she kissed another guy right in front of me." Brett shouts after his cat. "God I need a life."
He knows that he won't leave the house for a week and the only one he'll talk to will be Lord Tubbington, but he likes to think he has friends. Sure he does have friends, but they're all from work and he doesn't think he'll be able to handle hearing about Santana.
He gets up to go get something to eat when the doorbell rings.
"Hello…" the words die in his mouth as he takes in a drenched, crying Santana nervously fidgeting at his door.
"I'm pregnant."
