This is basically a half-chapter but I wanted to post something.
Santana woke up around 7am but didn't feel Brett next to her. She furrowed her brow and got out of bed, walking to the living room.
Brett was sitting on the couch, talking on the phone.
"Yeah I know. I haven't told her yet…" He muttered into the phone.
Santana froze and turned around, walking back to the bedroom. She walked over to her bed and sat down, tapping her hand on the knee. She wanted to stay and listen, but she didn't want to be nosey. The curiosity was driving her crazy and she was just about to stand up when he walked in, looking down at his phone.
"Hey." She said quietly with a smile.
Brett's head jerked up, "He…hey. I thought you were still asleep…"
"I just woke up." She said, smiling, "Come back to bed."
He smiled, relieved and crawled under the red comforter, pulling his girlfriend close, "Morning." He muttered before kissing her lips.
She smiled and kissed back, cupping his jaw.
Brett pulled back, "What time is everyone coming over?" he asked, squeezing her hip.
"Around 5. Why?"
"Is it okay if Finn comes over too?"
Santana nodded, lightly rubbing her thumb along his cheekbone. "Of course."
Brett smiled, "Thanks. He's been working all week, but he wanted to hang out tonight. Plus he likes your friends."
Santana bit her lip, smiling, "They like him. Quinn thinks he's adorable."
Brett tilted his head, "But she's with Sam."
Santana nodded, "They uh…" she smirked, "Let people join in sometimes."
Brett's eyes widened in surprise making her laugh.
"They're very secure in their relationship." Santana added.
Brett nodded, "I guess so." He said before biting his bottom lip, "Have you ever…with them?"
Santana looked at his lips, nodding, "Yeah."
Brett nodded, thinking that he should be jealous, but for some reason he wasn't.
Santana sighed, thinking he was upset. He leaned forward and kissed her lips softly.
She pulled back, "Does it bother you?"
He shook his head, "No. It probably should but it doesn't." he said before smirking, "Plus the thought of you and Quinn is really hot."
Santana smirked, "Well if we ever did have a threesome, it'd be with her. I wouldn't trust anyone else."
Brett blushed slightly, clearing his throat.
"God, you are so fucking cute when you're flustered." She whispered before kissing him.
Brett kissed back, groaning when her hand slid down his chest and in the front of his boxer.
She pulled back, raising her brow, "So you do like the idea…" she smirked.
His blush deepened but he just kissed her as she stroked his nearly hard dick.
His hand gripped her hip harder before he tugged her lacy blue underwear down her legs. She slipped her t-shirt off, giving him access to her breasts. He leaned down, sucking on her right nipple, making her moan.
He pushed her onto her back and kissed his way down her body. He took his time, kissing the insides of her thighs while she whimpered, running her fingers through his hair.
Brett lifted her left thigh over his shoulder and took a long lick of her pussy.
"Shit." She whimpered, biting her lip.
He gently sucked on her clit, reaching his hand up to grab hers, interlacing their fingers on her stomach.
She moaned, bucking her hips slightly when he pushed his tongue into her.
"Oh…baby." She whimpered,
He pulled back and sucked her clit while pushing two fingers in her entrance. She moaned loudly when he curled his fingers inside her.
"Holy…shit!"
Brett smirked and nipped at her clit slightly, making her whimper.
"I'm gunna…" She moaned said before cumming around his fingers. She bucked her hips erratically as she rode out her strong orgasm.
Brett left a gentle kiss on her clit before moving back up her body to kiss her lips.
She moaned, tasting herself on his lips and tongue. Brett pulled back and grabbed a condom since he was painfully hard.
He rolled it on and looked down at the Latina, "Roll over, baby." He muttered, kissing her lips once.
Santana rolled over and spread her legs, sticking her ass up in the air.
Brett groaned and gripped her hips, "Fuck." He whispered, running his hands over her ass.
Santana moaned, "Please baby…"
Brett nodded and pushed into her slowly.
"Oh fuck," He muttered, hearing her whimper.
He thrust his hips in a steady pace while gripping her hips. He pulled all the way out before thrusting back in making her moan.
"Shit Baby." She moaned.
Brett nodded and thrust faster, biting his lip, "Fuck, San…"
He reached under her with his right hand, pulling her body up against his while his left hand went to her clit.
"Come on, Baby…cum for me again." He muttered as he kissed her neck and pinched her clit.
Santana whimpered, "Fuck" as she came around him, legs shaking.
Brett thrust faster, one…two…three times before cumming in the condom.
Santana laid down on her stomach, trying to get her legs to stop trembling as Brett pulled out. He collapsed next to her, breathing heavily.
"Shit Brett." Santana mumbled against her pillow.
Brett looked over at her and smiled. Her eyes were closed, and she had a very satisfied smile on her lips.
"Yeah baby?" He muttered.
"That was so good." She breathed, opening her eyes to look at him.
Brett nodded as he pulled the condom off and threw it away. He pulled her close and kissed her lips making her smile and kiss back.
Santana pulled back, "What time is it?"
Brett looked over head at the clock on the nightstand, "10" he said.
"Okay. We need to leave around noon to get the tree." She said.
Brett nodded and kissed her again right as his phone dinged.
"Shit they found us." Brett mumbled.
Santana laughed, "They always do."
He kissed the tip of her nose before rolling over to grab his phone.
Finn – Should I bring anything tonight?
Brett – No
Brett set the phone down and rolled back over to face Santana.
She smiled and cupped his jaw, "We should probably get up…" she muttered, glancing at his lips.
He smirked, "Okay." He said before kissing her softly on the lips.
Santana smiled and pulled him closer.
Brett pulled back, "Come on." He muttered.
She sighed and got up.
"How's that?" Brett asked, turning the tree stand.
They had come back to the penthouse around 3pm and set up the 6-foot Douglas Fir in her living room.
"Perfect." Santana said.
Brett nodded and stood up. He stepped back and looked at it, "Yeah. It seems sturdy."
Santana smiled, "Thank you for your help."
"Of course, Babe." He winked, "Where are your decorations?"
"In the guest room closet. I'll get them." She said, walking to the guest room.
Brett grabbed his hot cocoa and took a sip as Christmas music played.
Santana walked back in with a large red box. She set it on the couch and opened it, smiling. "I love Christmas." She said quietly.
Brett smiled, "I can tell." He said, grabbing a Santa hat from the box, slipping it on her head before kissing her lips softly.
Santana smiled, "You taste like cocoa."
Brett kissed her lips once more before there was a knock on the door.
"They're early." Santana said, walking over to answer it.
Brett looked in the red box, seeing a picture of Santana dressed up as a sexy Mrs. Claus. He smirked and set the picture on the coffee table as Santana walked back in with Quinn and Sam.
"I'm telling you; I think it's a bad idea." Quinn told her boyfriend.
"I think it could be fun." Sam grinned.
"We'll all be too drunk to walk by the end of that game." Quinn laughed.
"What game?" Santana asked.
"Naughty version of Drink If…" Quinn said. "He found a bunch of questions to ask and if you've done them then you have to take a drink."
"It's a bad idea." Santana muttered.
Brett reached into the box, grabbing another picture. It was a picture of Santana and Sebastian in front of a large Christmas tree. Sebastian was smiling at the camera while Santana kissed his cheek. He set it on the coffee table as Santana walked over.
"So I only have white lights and blue balls." Santana said
Sam smirked, "Blue balls suck."
Santana rolled her eyes while Brett smirked with a small nod as he grabbed the white lights.
Santana looked at the coffee table and picked up the two pictures, glancing at Brett who focused was untangling the lights. She bit her bottom lip, seeing the picture of her and Bash.
She took it to the kitchen, catching Quinn's attention.
"San?" Quinn said quietly, seeing Santana ripping the picture up before dropping the shreds into the trash.
"Yeah?" Santana said, looking over at the blonde.
"What was that?"
"A picture of me kissing Bash last Christmas." Santana said quietly.
Quinn nodded, "Okay." She said with a small smile, "Girl, you're falling hard."
Santana smiled, "Come on." She said, pulling Quinn back out to the living room where the guys were untangling the lights while discussing the hockey game.
"Yeah there was a hat trick." Brett grinned.
"That's awesome." Sam said, "San, you got to see a hat trick!"
Santana smiled, "It was really cool."
Brett winked at her while smiling. He walked over to the tree and began to string the lights up.
Santana grabbed her phone and took a picture of him before walking over to help.
Quinn elbowed her boyfriend.
Sam looked up, "What?" He said quietly.
She nodded towards the other couple, smiling, "I think our Sanny's falling in love." She whispered.
Sam raised his brow, looking over at the Latina who was laughing at something Brett said.
Sam smirked, "You think?" he asked before there was a knock on the door.
Santana winked at Brett before walking to the door, letting Finn in.
"Would you like some hot cocoa?" Santana asked.
"Sure. Thanks." Finn said, taking off his jacket.
"Hey Man." Brett grinned.
"Hey. How are you?" Finn asked.
"I'm good. You?" Brett replied.
Finn sighed, "I'll be grateful when I'm out of that hotel. Monday can't get here soon enough."
Santana heard him and bit her bottom lip, sighing. She was actually completely dreading Monday.
Brett nodded, "I'm sure you're tired of it."
Sam walked over to the other men and helped with the lights while Quinn scrolled through the playlist.
Santana heard her phone ding in her back pocket and pulled it out.
Ryder – Lindsay doesn't feel good so we aren't coming
She felt a little relief and replied.
Santana – Hope she feels better.
She took Finn a mug of cocoa, "Ryder and Lindsay aren't coming." She said.
Quinn smirked, "So it's just us?"
Santana nodded, "Yeah."
Sam grinned, glancing at his girlfriend, "We have to play the game."