"San?" Brett calls wondering why his pregnant girlfriend wants to see him in the choir room of all places.

When he got no reply he slowly opened the door scared of what he would find. It hadn't been an easy two months for him since Santana had moved in with him. Sure he loves his girlfriend to death and has plans of proposing, but it wasn't easy living with her. He isn't sure if it is her or the scary pregnancy hormones he has been reading about, but his girl has turned into the devil. Always yelling at him about something and it is starting to really annoy him.

"San-" Brett loses his ability to speak when he sees his girlfriend sitting in the front row in nothing more than his favorite football jersey.

"I thought I'd surprise me big, strong, handsome man who I've been neglecting and been an utter bitch to lately." Santana says getting up and swaying her way over to him.

"Um…..San…..what if someone…..comes…in." Brett moans as Santana attaches her lips to his neck.

"No one will," Santana whispers palming his bulge.

"San," Brett moans trying to push her away. "We're at school." he hisses.

"I need you; I've missed you so much." Santana softly says.

It takes Brett a whole five seconds to yank down his pants and boxers. Before he can even start pumping himself, Santana has her mouth around his fast hardening cock.

"God San," Brett moans lightly pressing the back of her head towards him.

Santana snakes her arms around his waist and squeezes his ass. She licks the underside of his dick before bobbing up and down on him. Tasting him, she hums it's her favorite taste in the world.

"Fuck," Brett moans pushing Santana's head more into him.

She moans shifting slightly to try and find some relief while still bobbing along. Whenever Brett decides to take charge which isn't very often turns her on like no other. Right now she needs him to come and then fuck her like only he can. So she starts massaging his balls knowing he is close already.

"Shit San-" Brett closes his eyes and blows his load in the back of her throat.

He watches in awe as she swallows all of his cum. She gives his dick one last lick before allowing him to pull her up and kisses her.

"So fucking hot!" Brett moans kissing her while removing his jersey from her and her fucking hot thong.

Santana pushes Brett back into a chair and straddles him. She pumps him a few times before lining him up. They both moan as he sleeves himself inside of her.

"I love you so fucking much." Brett moans as he starts trusting.

"God Brett…..never again are we going this long." Santana moans throwing her head back as Brett wraps his lips around her right nipple.

"Fine….with…..me." Brett moans getting really close.

The bell rings as Santana screams Brett's name, squeezing him so hard that he comes again too.

"Fuck baby," Brett pants pulling out watching their cum pool on the floor.

"I love you so much baby." Santana says pulling on his jersey and a pair of sweatpants that she had brought.

"You can't wear this to class." Brett says pulling her by his jersey into him.

"Just like you can't go to class in just your pants you'd start a riot." Santana says snuggling into him.

They both laugh as Brett takes his jersey and puts it on handing her his shirt. It's very baggy on her, but she loves it.

"Come on we only have two more classes before we can spend the whole weekend alone together." Brett softly says.

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Santana loves Saturdays. They're the one day that neither her or Brett have anything to do so they spend the whole day together. Sometimes they go out and actually do something, but since finding out about the baby they've been spending their time laying around the apartment.

"Is it cool if me and Quinn have a girls day next Saturday?" Santana asks from the kitchen.

"Sure, I know you dislike March Madness." Brett says from the living room.

"It's not that I don't like it it's just that it's boring to me." Santana says handing him a sandwich.

"Thanks babe," Brett says kissing her cheek.

"Yeah so what's going on in this game?" Santana asks frowning as she tries to follow what's happening.

"Kentucky is kicking ass. They're going to win this game by fifty easily." Brett says flipping the channel to find a competitive game.

"This is so boring," Santana sighs leaning back again the couch.

"Sorry baby, but you know how much I love my some March Madness." Brett says pulling her into his lap.

"Well I think I have a way of entertaining myself while you watch the games." Santana whispers in his ear.

"What is that…..oh." Brett says as Santana palms him.

"Just watch your game." Santana orders.

Brett grumbles something under his breath, but goes back to watching the game.

While he's watching the game she smirks as she starts gently massaging his bulge. At first he can ignore the pressure building in his pants until she starts really squeezing him and he can't take it anymore.

"San," Brett moans.

"Watch the game." Santana orders.

"But San-"

"Just watch your game."

Santana slowly unzips his jeans and pulls him out. He sighs a big breath out at the fact that his cock is free. She licks her lips as she stares at his huge cock. Looking up at him to make sure that he's still watching the game she starts pumping. Going very slow up and down his shaft she smirks as she hears him moan.

"You're so fucking big." Santana whispers in his ear.

"Damn babe I can barely focus on the game with you doing this to me." Brett moans trying to keep his focus on the game.

He knows that if he doesn't focus on the game then she'll stop leaving him hard and throbbing.

"I'm just getting started." Santana moans.

"Fuck,"

Closing his eyes he takes a deep breath when he feels wetness surrounds his cock. Santana takes him all the way in her mouth. She starts bobbing on him while massaging his balls with her free hand.

"Oh fuck babe," Brett moans his hands going to the back of her head.

Santana moans around his cock wrapping her tongue around him. It doesn't take long till he's ready to explode in her mouth.

"I'm going to explode." Brett moans.

"I want to swallow it." Santana moans.

Brett just nods as he explodes deep in her mouth. She swallows up all his cum licking his cock clean.

"Damn baby that was fucking hot." Brett moans pulling her up into a kiss.

"So fucking hot." Santana moans rubbing herself on him as they make out.

"Trying to reenact what we did in the choir room yesterday?" Brett asks kissing her neck.

"Maybe," Santana says curling into him.

"Good cause I'm still horny." Brett moans.

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"Sorry I ruined your basketball watching day." Santana says laying exhausted next to Brett on their bed.

"Oh trust me Sanny I certainly don't mind." Brett says turning on his side to face her.

After giving him a blow job on the couch while he tried to watch the game she rode him on the couch. Then they moved round three to the bedroom and just finished up round eight a few minutes ago.

"I'm more than happy to do that with you whenever you want." Brett says wrapping his arms around her.

"Good because I have a feeling I'm going to be a horny pregnant lady." Santana says snuggling into him.

"So you're doing this to your mommy little one." Brett says placing his hand on her hard, but still flat stomach. "Good, just keep the hornyness and not the mood swings."

"Don't corrupt our baby." Santana says slapping his hand.

"I love you little one, but I hope you don't stay up when we're having adult time." Brett whispers.

Santana rolls her eyes, but smiles.

"I'm going to take care of you and your mommy." Brett whispers rubbing her belly.

"Brett," Santana says wiping a few tears away.

"I want our little one to know how much I love it." Brett says cupping her cheeks. "You two are my life now."

Santana snuggles into him smiling. She loves him so much for everything that he does for her and their unborn child.

"You're going to make me cry." Santana softly says.

"Go to sleep baby." Brett softly says as he sees her eyes flutter shut.