AN: Character Death in this chapter.
Chapter 12:
There were a lot of things Brett planned to do in life, but sleeping with Santana Lopez in the manner that he did was not one of them. He also didn't plan on her getting pregnant because of it but there was nothing that could be done about it now.
Currently the two were together at a clinic so that Santana could have her four month check up.
They were sitting quietly in the waiting room as Brett looked over at Santana and took her hand in his and squeezed to show that he was there to support her.
Santana just gave him a small smile as she leaned her head against his shoulder.
The events that lead up to this moment in time were not something that Brett liked to think about, but he felt it important to talk about it with Santana because she was there to witness the shooting and the inevitable death.
Flashback:
Santana, Monty, and Mario were all walking back from the dance studio. Monty was happily laughing and dancing away.
"Man it was so much fun, why does Brett have to have days off on Tuesday's?" Monty asked as he danced away and then back to Santana.
"Because he needs a break of his brain will fry," Santana laughed.
"I'm going to show him my moves,"
"You'll be better than him one day,"
"Do you think that Brett will get to be in videos one day? I mean he's got skills,"
"I hope so,"
"Monty, what do you feel like eating today?" Mario asked.
"Oh pizza, I love your pepperoni pizza they are the bomb," Monty replied with a big grin.
Suddenly the three heard screeching tires and gun fire.
"GET DOWN," Mario yelled as Santana tried to reach Monty to protect him.
The car veered passed them as it was obvious that a rival gang member had pissed off another by entering their turf and he was running on foot to get away.
Unfortunately for the three he ran past them and the gang members in the car didn't care as they opened fire.
Santana felt herself get hit but the bullet grazed her side just nicking her skin making it bleed. She let out a pained yell as she heard her father fall too.
As the gunfire disappeared down the road and the cops could be heard chasing the car, Santana looked up from the ground, "Papi?" she started, "Oh my god, Papi?"
"I'm okay, just got my shoulder hit, you?" Mario asked as he clutched his chest, his heart was not reacting well to this.
"I'm fine,"
"Tana?" Monty said as Santana looked down and saw that the little boy had been shot in the stomach.
"Oh no," Santana panicked as she put her hands on the wound and pressed down.
"Ow,"
"Oh my god, Monty, I, no, no, no,"
"Tana it hurts,"
"I know, but I need to put pressure on the wound okay, to stop the bleeding,"
"Tana?" Monty said as he was crying now, it just hurt too much.
"Monty you listen to me okay, you stay with me, the ambulance will get here, PAPI CALL THE AMUBLANCE, oh my god, Monty," Santana cried, "Please don't let go,"
Monty reached up for the Latina as he tried to wrap his arms around her. Santana held him as he let out a pained cry.
"I'm sorry," Santana said, "Just hold on, okay,"
But when Monty didn't reply Santana had to look down at him.
"Monty?" she started as she pressed harder on the wound but shook him a bit, "Monty? Please,"
Mario hung his head in pain as he realised that the little boy had passed.
"No, please, please come back, Monty," Santana said as she held him in her arms and rocked him, "MONTY!"
Santana cried as she let out a pained scream that echoed through the neighbourhood, "Oh, no, no, no," she cried as she held him in her arms, "Oh god, why?"
Mario could do nothing to console his daughter.
When the ambulance arrived they had to pry Santana away from Monty's body as the Latina cried and tried to reach back for him, "No, you can't take him from me," she screamed as her father tried to pull her back but his shoulder wasn't working well. In the end the paramedics had to pry her away and help her into an ambulance.
Eventually they all made it to the hospital where Mario had to get his shoulder looked at and Santana had her side treated.
She didn't know what to do as she just stared at nothing.
Eventually she heard footsteps running into her room.
"Santana?" Brett said as he looked at her from the door.
The Latina looked up at him and her lips began to tremble.
"Oh my god," Brett let out a breath as he held her in his arms, "Your father called and told me what happened, oh Sanny,"
Santana just sobbed in his arms as Brett noticed that there was still blood on them.
"San?" Brett said as he wiped her tears.
"Santana?" Rachel said as she and Quinton entered the room.
Santana burst into tears as she pulled away from Brett and went to hug her friends before settling on Rachel, "They killed him," was all the Latina could muster out as she cried.
"I'm so sorry," Rachel said as she had tears run down her face too as she realised that Monty was never going to be seen laughing around the crew again.
Quinton couldn't cry, or at least he wouldn't for now as he looked at Brett and gave his friend a supportive pat on the shoulder.
Brett returned the gesture knowing exactly that Monty meant a lot to the four of them.
"Listen kids," Mario said as he walked in.
"Papi? Are you okay?" Santana asked as she looked up at him.
"I'm okay mija, but perhaps you should go home now and rest,"
"No, not without you,"
"I will be okay here, I need to speak with the police, and I need to be with Monty's parents, this is no easy thing to see your child go,"
"I need you home with me,"
"I know, and I will be home as soon as I can, I promise you mija, they just want to observe me overnight and make sure everything's okay given that I have a heart condition too,"
"Oh my god, how could I forget that?"
"Mija, calm down, okay, Brett will take you home, okay, and I will be with you once the doctor's clear me,"
"But,"
"Sanny, there is nothing else for you to do right now, so go home and rest, grieve, okay,"
Santana just nodded her head as Brett picked her up in his arms and carried her to the wheelchair to wheel her to Quinton's car.
The car ride back to Santana's house was quiet. Rachel wanted to stay with her friend but knew that right now she was in no condition either and in her grief she felt that she needed to be at home to just sit there in the silence and soak in the news of the boy's passing. Monty had been an integral part of their lives and the fact that he was no longer going to be teasing them for being adults, or dancing his way through competitions, was a bit much for them to take as Rachel held Quinton's hand tightly; but not before she went up to say goodbye to her friend for the night with a promise to see her in the morning which Santana agreed to through her tears.
"We'll talk again in the morning," Quinton said to Brett as the two were downstairs.
"Yeah, morning," Brett said as he sniffed and wiped his eyes.
"It is okay to cry Brett," Rachel said.
"I know, I just, don't want to right now," Brett said as his voiced cracked.
Rachel gave him a hug as did Quinton.
When the two were gone Brett walked upstairs to Santana's room as she held a toy that Monty had left behind in her house.
"I meant to give this back to him," Santana said, "Now he'll never get it back,"
Brett couldn't say anything as he sat down next to her.
"This isn't fair," Santana said as she burst into tears again.
Brett held her again he tried his best to comfort her.
"Please don't leave me," Santana begged in whispers as Brett just nodded his head.
"I won't leave you," he said back as he kissed the top of her head.
The next morning was slightly awkward, and yet, it wasn't. If you can understand that concept.
Santana had rolled over in her sleep to wake up to an empty bed. She sat up and wondered what was going on.
"Brett?" she started as she heard the door open.
"Good morning," he said as he pushed the door open with his foot and brought in her morning coffee in his boxers.
"Hi and thank you," she said quietly as she took the coffee into her hands as she had sat up in his bed.
Brett sat down on a chair next to the bed as the two were quiet for a moment, unsure of how exactly to address what happened the prior night.
"I don't fully regret it if that's what you're thinking about," Brett said as Santana looked at him.
"So you do regret a part of it?" Santana asked.
"I, I just, when I got up this morning I felt bad, you know, you and I, we're still, still, grieving and I shouldn't have,"
"I wanted it, no, needed it as much as you did, we were both emotional and that's just what happened,"
"Yeah, I just, I didn't think I'd do this with you like this, just after,"
"Neither,"
Santana sighed as she pulled her knees up under the blanket so that she was still covered and rested the mug on top of her knee.
Her tears fell again.
Brett shifted from his seat to the bed as he placed his mug on the bedside table and rubbed Santana's bare back as he took her coffee mug and placed it on the beside table as well so that he could hold her properly. Santana found comfort in that.
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Eventually the two did get up and got dressed as they knew Quinton and Rachel were on their way over.
When the other two arrived, Brett let them in. Eventually the crew decided to split up for a bit so that they could talk to each other separately. Meaning that Rachel and Santana were going to be at Santana's house and Brett and Quinton were going to go to the garage, even though Quinton had closed it for the day so that the two could talk as they fixed Quinton's new car.
When the two guys were gone, Rachel turned to look at Santana and asked, "How are you holding up?"
"Better than yesterday, but I'm still in shock, you?" Santana answered.
"Same for me, I just don't want to believe he's gone,"
"Neither, I just, I, I wasn't fast enough,"
"Sanny,"
"I heard them coming and I froze for that millisecond and he got hit,"
"You got hit too,"
"But I could have protected him better,"
"Sanny, you can't blame yourself for what happened, those gang members are to blame, they saw innocent people but kept shooting anyway,"
Santana just looked away for a moment before looking back at Rachel.
"What?" Rachel asked.
"I slept with Brett last night," Santana said as Rachel gaped, "What?"
"I, whoa, okay, this is huge, I mean, wow,"
"I just, was it right? Was it okay? I'm so conflicted, I mean Monty just died and the first thing I do once I get home is have sex with a guy who's not even my boyfriend, Brett's like my best friend,"
Rachel just nodded her head as she listened.
"Rachel, I just, I'm not going to say I didn't like it because I did, he was comforting, and gentle, and kind, but another part of me, I just," Santana started.
"You feel conflicted because you did it not too long after Monty passed, I know what you mean, but in the end it happened and there's nothing you can do to take it back, all you have to understand is that sometimes people react in different ways to cope with the loss of someone and this is how you reacted, what was Brett's reaction this morning?" Rachel asked.
"Pretty much the same," Santana said as she sighed, "I'm just, I'm so confused and conflicted and sad,"
"We'll get through this, all four of us, I promise you that,"
"It'd have to be five though,"
"Oh my god, I can't believe I forgot your Dad, have you heard from him yet?"
"Just before you arrived, he'll be home by dinner time tonight,"
"Good," was all Rachel could say.
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About two months had passed now and things were slowly getting back to normal.
Monty's parents were grateful to the Lopez's, Fabray's, and of course Pierce, for looking after them and helping them through the loss of their foster son as they in turn helped the crew cope with their sorrow as well.
At the funeral, Santana had placed the toy that Monty had left behind in the casket with him as she said her final goodbye to the boy who used to smile at everything in life not matter how hard it could be.
Today though, she had another problem and she wasn't sure how to approach it. In the end she decided to just sit her father and Brett down and just say it.
"What's wrong Santana?" Mario asked as Santana sat both of them down at the dinner table.
"I, I, as you know, um," Santana started as she tried to collect her words together, "I have never hidden anything from you, have I Papi?"
"No, you haven't,"
"I mean, I told you about sleeping with Brett,"
"Yes,"
"And I,"
Mario just looked at his daughter for a moment then realised what she was trying to say, "Are you sure?" he asked.
Santana just nodded her head as she tried not to cry.
"Santana?" Brett started as he took her hand in his, "What's wrong?"
"I, I'm pregnant," she finally let out.
Brett felt stunned, "Oh,"
"It's yours,"
Brett couldn't help the slight smile that was forming on the left side of his face before remembering what happened the last time someone had told him that they were pregnant with his kid.
"What?" Santana asked.
"Um, so, what, what do you plan to do?" Brett asked.
"I, I don't know, I, what do you think I should do?"
Brett took a breath before saying, "I know what I want, but this is ultimately your choice,"
"I, may I get back to you two, I'm just going to call Rachel," Santana said as she walked upstairs.
"What are you thinking?" Mario asked.
"I don't know," Brett said.
"If Santana keeps the baby, what are you going to do?"
"I'm going to be a father, that's what I'm going to do, and I'm going to help her raise our child together regardless of whether we're a couple or not,"
Mario seemed please with his answer, although Brett didn't see his face at that moment.
When Santana came back down she sat and she looked at the two, "I'm keeping it," she said, "And I will raise it,"
"I will raise it with you," Brett said, "I promise you that, that's my kid too and my responsibility to bear too,"
Santana just gave him a smile.
"And hey, when the kid is old enough, I'll spoil it with candy and leave the aftermath to you two," Mario said, "For now though mija, I'm going to tell the rest of the family that there's a baby on the way, that okay?"
"Yeah, I already told Rachel and Quinn, so they know," Santana said as Mario smiled and left the room.
"Your Dad's so great about this, if it was my family they'd have..." Brett started.
"Made you get rid of it after beating you about it," Santana finished as Brett looked at her, "Quinn told me what happened,"
"Oh,"
"I'm sorry that you had to go through that and that no one considered how you felt,"
"Is this why you want to keep the baby? Because of me? Because like I said if I have to sign I will, I want to support you no matter what,"
"Partially yes, I want you to be happy, but the other part, Rachel and I were talking about it, and the more we talked the more I just couldn't give it up, you sure you're ready to deal with me?"
"You deal with me so I should return the courtesy," Brett smiled as he brought her hands up to his lips and kissed them.
Flashback end.
So here he was now, about four months in as he waited to be called up with Santana.
"If Monty was here he'd be so bored," Santana commented.
"I think he'd have a lot of fun teasing you in a way that only he could away with," Brett said.
"True, hey Brett,"
"Yeah?"
"If the baby is a boy, can we call him Montgomery?"
Brett looked at her before saying, "Yeah, our own little Monty,"
"Thank you,"
Brett just smiled as he kissed the top of her head.
"Mr and Mrs Pierce?" the doctor called as Brett looked up.
"Oh, um, we're not married or together, I'm just the father of the baby," Brett said as he stood up and held Santana's hand.
"Ah, my apologise, right this way," the doctor said as he ushered Santana and Brett into his office room, "You two just seem like you're a couple,"
"Yeah, we get that, although recently her father and my best friend look really annoyed at me when we tell them we're not, I can't for the life of me figure out why," Brett said as he looked at Santana who shrugged her shoulders at him.
The doctor however had heard similar tales to this before and figured that eventually those two would figure it out, but for now, "Let's look at how the baby is going shall we?" he said as he began to explain what was going happen next.
AN 2: And that's where we'll end it team.
