AN: We are now back to the present time - it's the year after the crew graduated from their respective Universities/Colleges, however Quinton is still studying his mechanics diploma. Just to give a bit of backing to this chapter.

Chapter 11:

"No," Santana started.

"But," Brett countered.

"NO,"

"But I want it,"

"Stop being such a child, no,"

"Aw, but it's only..."

"I don't care how much you feel it only is you're not getting it,"

Brett just huffed, this seemed to be a common occurrence every time he and Santana went out grocery shopping. Ever since he had moved in in his final year the Latina was strict about what he could or could not buy. Although it infuriated him he could do little or rather he did little to persuade the Latina otherwise.

"But it's only five dollars," he tried again.

"Brett, budget, we cannot get something for five dollars," Santana said.

"We're making better money,"

"And it's better to save that money towards rent, or a house,"

"Or a tattoo,"

"In good time, for now I am going to say this again to you, No, besides we can get something similar for two dollars elsewhere,"

"It won't be the same,"

"It'll be cheaper,"

"Is this the cause of the noise that I can hear about three aisles away?" Quinton asked as he and Rachel were catching up to the two with their trolley.

"Yep," Santana said, "This is Brett, he's an adorable little five year old when he's not being a brat about wanting something that cost five dollars here but there's a similar product elsewhere for two dollars,"

"It's not the same," Brett pouted.

"Is Monty here with you?" Rachel asked.

"Not today," Santana said, "He's at dance class,"

"Oh, I'm surprised you're not there Brett,"

"Day off today," Brett said, "So I'm doing grocery shopping,"

"How's the dance thing going bro?" Quinton asked.

"Good, it's a lot of fun, I mean I don't make as much money hence the still working for the garage but you know it's fun and I love it,"

"Cool, hey, I got this new car coming in that I'm rebuilding, you keen to help me out?"

"Hell yes,"

"Boys and their toys," Rachel muttered, "Oh Santana, girl's night tonight? Mercedes is in town with Kurt and the two are dying to see us after all these years,"

"Sure, although if I have to hear one more time from Kurt about facial care I'm going to ram my Xbox controller up where the sun don't shine," Santana said.

Rachel just laughed at her.

"So B, you and her, you know?" Quinton asked Brett as he pulled the other blonde aside.

"Are we what?" Brett asked.

"You know,"

"Um, no, I don't know,"

Quinton just shot Brett a look.

"Oh, me and Santana, no, if we were you two would know," Brett said.

"Dammit," Quinton said as he took out his wallet and gave Rachel five dollars.

"I told you so," Rachel laughed.

"What exactly did you tell him?" Santana asked.

"Quinton thought you two were finally together after all these years because you live together and all that jazz, I told him that if you two were together we'd have known by now, I won,"

"Ha, teach you for betting against your girl Q,"

"Oh shush,"

"Here you go Brett, but just this once, you can go get that snack you wanted," Rachel said as she handed the five dollars to Brett who light up.

"For reals?" he asked as Rachel nodded her head, "Yes, HAH,"

"You won't get it all the time though,"

"Drat it,"

Santana just shook her head at him.

"You're cheating again," Mario said to Brett as the two were playing poker.

"I am not cheating, you're just mad that I've won five times in a row," Brett said as he picked up a piece of the snack he bought.

"Perhaps,"

"You're trying to throw me off my game,"

"Is that right?"

"Papi," Santana said as she ran down the stairs, "How do I look?"

"Wow," Brett said as he looked at her, "You look, just, wow,"

"Really?"

"He is right mija, you look amazing," Mario said as he looked at his daughter.

"You're going to stun the guy with your gorgeous," Brett said.

"Thank you," Santana said as the door bell rang, "Right, wish me luck,"

"Have fun," Brett said.

"I will," Santana said as she waved goodbye.

Mario just looked at Brett for a moment.

"What?" Brett asked.

"Just wondering about you, that's all," Mario said.

"Why?"

Mario closed up the cards in his hands and said, "After you moved in I made myself a promise that I would treat you like the son I never had, now Santana is going out there and dating, but you, ever since you came here to us, I have never seen you with anyone, not even for a, what do you kids call it, a one night stand,"

"I just couldn't be bothered anymore," Brett said as he shrugged his shoulders.

"Hmmm, perhaps, or perhaps you have found someone you're very interested in but you're too afraid to see where it goes,"

"I don't think so,"

"Just think it over,"

Brett just felt confused as the two continued playing their card game.

It was later in the night when Brett got a phone call from Santana.

"Hello?" he answered as he paused the movie he was watching.

"Brett, can you please come and get me," Santana said in tears.

"Yeah, what's wrong? What happened?" Brett asked as he got up.

"He left me and I don't want to walk home,"

"Where?"

"I, some park,"

"Which one?"

"Pure Park, corner of Maine's and Dell's, I'm, he got mad,"

Brett paused at that, "Did he hurt you?"

"He tried to, but I kicked him, and he tried to slap me, I stopped him, so he stormed off," Santana said.

Brett started cursing in Spanish at that. Yes, in Spanish courtesy of Papa Lopez.

"Brett, please come and get me," Santana begged.

"I'm coming, just hold on," Brett answered.

He then drove as fast as he could to the place to find the Latina waiting on the side of the road for him. As he jumped out of the car, Santana hugged him and burst in to tears.

"Hey it's okay, I've got ya," Brett said as he held her close, "And when I find him I'm going to beat him to a pulp for doing this to you,"

"I just want to go home," Santana whispered as Brett nodded his head.

When the two arrived home, Brett watched and heard Santana go off for a shower. He felt incredibly bad for her. She didn't deserve this. He sighed as he waited to see what she wanted to do next.

When she eventually came back downstairs she was now in her pajamas and glasses, "I'm just going to go to bed, I'm tired, goodnight Brett, thanks for coming to get me," she said.

"Yeah, no problem, goodnight, sweet dreams," Brett said to her as she nodded at him with a small smile.

However, as the night progressed Brett eventually heard the door to his bedroom open making him sit up.

"Hi," Santana said, "Sorry that I woke you,"

Brett rubbed his eyes and looked at the time to see that it was just gone on three a.m.

"It's okay," he said, "What's up?"

"Can I sleep with you?" Santana asked making him raise his eyebrow at her, "I mean, not like that, just in here, with you,"

"Yeah, sure,"

"Thanks,"

Santana slid into his bed as Brett automatically just wrapped his arms around her. But instead of flinching or moving away from it, the Latina just cuddled up against him.

"I just wish that guys would stop wanting sex on a first date, not all of us want that you know," Santana said.

"Not all of us want sex on the first date," Brett said.

"You know what I mean,"

"Yeah, I do, I'm sorry your date didn't go well,"

Santana just sniffed, "Well, at least it's over now,"

"Sleep well Santana," Brett said.

"You too Brett,"

Brett just smiled sadly as he watched Santana fall asleep. He carefully brushed some of her hair aside before settling in and sleeping as well.

The next morning Santana woke up first as she turned to see that Brett was still asleep.

"Brett, wake up," she nudged.

Brett just groaned in annoyance but kept sleeping.

"Brett, get up," she tried again.

"No," Brett grumbled.

"I have to go to the bathroom,"

"No,"

Santana pinched his side making him yelp.

"Thank you," Santana said as she got up and raced to the bathroom.

"Fun night huh?" Mario asked as he crossed his arms and looked at Brett.

"Fun? No, no, no, not fun, I uh, I'll let Santana explain," Brett said.

"Morning Papi," Santana said as she hugged her father from behind.

"Hello Santana, good night with Brett?" Mario asked.

"Yeah, he has nice hugs,"

"Something go wrong?"

"The guy was a puto, he kept demanding sex no matter how times I said no, I mean it was a first date and he just..."

"I'm sorry Sanny, I shall find him and kill him for you,"

"Brett already offered,"

"Oh, well, thank you, did you succeed?"

"Nope, puto ran off already because Santana embarrassed him by kicking his ass, well, balls, but you get the point," Brett said as he shrugged his shoulders.

"Good girl," Mario said as Santana slid off her Dad's shoulders and jumped back into bed.

"Um, my bed," Brett said.

"Comfy, shush," Santana said as she literally disappeared under his covers and hogged all the blankets leaving the poor blonde in just his boxers with no warmth.

"But,"

"It's so comfy in here, and warm, I'm never leaving your bed,"

"So many things I could say, so little time," Brett said.

"And you will not say anything or her father will shoot your ass," Mario jested with Brett.

"Santana, out of my bed," Brett said.

"No, fluffy blankets and a soft bed, nope, I'm living here now, you can have my room," Santana mumbled through the blankets.

"That's it, I'm picking her up," Brett said as he scooped Santana up making the Latina squeal at him.

"Hey," she laughed.

"My blankets please," he said.

"No,"

"Santana, I'd like to have my blankets back please,"

"No,"

"God, who's the five year old now?"

Mario just shook his head at the two as he disappeared to make them all some breakfast.

Today Brett was with Quinton and helping the blonde fix up his new car. It was going quite well and Brett actually found himself enjoying helping out with the mechanics. It just fascinated him.

The two were talking about Santana's date from the prior night and Quinton was appalled at how his friend got treated.

"Man that guys sounds like a jackass," Quinton said as he looked up at Brett, his face was covered with a bit of grease from his car.

"He was, I'm going to find him," Brett said.

"Don't bother, guys like that eventually, besides, you have to count me in, I wanna beat him up too,"

Brett just grumbled at that.

"Hey, hand me that thing over there," Quinton said as he pointed to a piece of equipment that was sitting on his work bench.

"Sure," Brett said as he went to get the tool that Quinton wanted and gave it to him as the phone rang, "Hang on a sec, hello?"

Quinton paused so that he wouldn't make any noise, his eyebrows furrowed as he looked at his friend in concern. Brett's face was revealing sudden sadness that the blonde wondered what had happened.

"I'll meet you there," Brett said as he hung up the phone and looked stunned.

"What's going on?" Quinton asked.

"Q, can you please take me to the hospital? There was a shooting and, and, oh god,"

"Let's go, tell me which hospital and I'll tell Rachel to meet us there, we're here for you bro,"

Brett just nodded his head as he felt like a part of his world just fell apart.

AN 2: Right, sorry for the short chapter, but we shall end it here. Until next time team.