This is the second half of the last chapter!

Santana opened the door and paid the delivery guy before carrying the box of Chinese food into the living room where Quinn and the three guys were drinking beer and talking.

"So you're going to be 29 in March?" Quinn asked Brett.

He nodded, "Yeah. I know. I'm old."

"Hey!" Finn said, "I'm older than you. I'll be 30 in July. How old are you guys?"

"I'm 26." Sam said, "The girls are both 25."

"Yeah…we're old." Finn muttered.

Brett chuckled, shrugging, "I don't feel old."

"You're not old." Santana said, setting the food on the coffee table, "Everyone want another beer?"

The others all nodded, and Brett stood up to help. They walked to the kitchen and grabbed 5 more beers.

"Baby…" Santana said, quietly.

Brett turned, "Hmm?" he hummed.

She cupped his jaw and kissed him on the lips. "You're not old."

Brett chuckled, "Thanks Babe." He said before kissing her once more.

They walked back to the living room and sat on the couch. Everyone grabbed a pair of chopsticks and dug into the different options.

"So you're divorced?" Quinn asked Finn while they ate.

Something in her voice made Brett glance at Santana who had a small smirk on her lips. He looked over at Finn who seemed oblivious to it.

"Yeah." Finn nodded, "We were married for almost 5 years."

"Wow. I'm sorry." Quinn said.

Finn shook his head, glancing at her, "Don't be. It's for the best."

Quinn hummed, smirking.

Brett grinned and took a bite of his food, shaking his head. Santana leaned over and stole a piece of his chicken. Brett kissed her temple, unnoticed by the others who were still talking.

Santana smiled and leaned into him as they continued to eat. Brett reached over and grabbed his beer and took a sip.

He nearly spit it everywhere when Quinn said, "Maybe we should play that naughty drinking game."

Finn looked over at Brett with wide eyes.

When they finished eating, Sam went to the restroom while the girls took the leftover food to the kitchen.

Finn grabbed Brett's shoulders, "What is happening?" he whispered.

Brett laughed, "Okay, buddy. Breathe. Quinn and Sam sometimes have…threesomes and Quinn's interested in you."

Finn's arms fell to his sides, "Wow." he breathed, "But I don't want to do anything with a dude…"

Brett shook his head, "I don't think that's how it would work but look, I had nothing to do with this."

"This is insane." Finn whispered, "What should I do?"

Brett raised his hands up, "Leave me out of it." He replied, smirking.

"Oh hey have you told her yet?" Finn whispered.

Brett shook his head, "I told you earlier that I hadn't told her yet." He muttered as Sam walked back into the room.

Quinn and Santana walked back and sat down. Brett sat next to Santana, grabbing his beer.

She leaned over, kissing his jaw softly before whispering, "Sorry about Quinn."

Brett felt goosebumps raise on his neck from feeling her breath against his skin.

He turned his head, "It's okay. He's interested." He said quietly while the other's looked over the questions for the game.

Santana nodded, "I had a feeling he would be." She smirked.

Brett turned his head a little more, kissing her lips.

She smiled and cupped his jaw, deepening the kiss.

Quinn glanced over and smiled, elbowing Sam. Sam looked over and grinned.

Santana pulled back and laid her head on his shoulder, glancing at her friends as they looked away. She blushed slightly. She didn't usually show her emotions so plainly in front of people, even her best friends.

"Okay guys, first question seems awfully relevant." Sam smirked, "Ever had a threesome?"

The others laughed. Everyone drank except Brett, who noticed Quinn smirk at Santana.

"Next…" Sam said, grinning, "Have you had sex today?"

Brett and Santana both took a drink making the others laugh before moving onto the next question.

"Your ex really said the wrong name? During sex?" Sam asked Finn who nodded.

"Yeah. She uh…yeah she did." He said.

"What'd you do?" Quinn asked.

Finn chuckled, "I stopped and asked her who the fuck 'Daniel' was. Turns out it was some guy from the gym she had been fucking around with." He shrugged.

"That sucks." Sam sighed.

Finn nodded, "It was over that night. I haven't seen her since." He said, taking a sip of his beer.

Quinn nodded, "That's insane."

Sam nodded, "That was the last question…" he said, looking at his phone, "So your last show with Artie is Friday…" he said, glancing gat Santana.

She furrowed her brow, "Wait, he's doing a show on the session with Sebastian? I thought that was for the same magazine as with Ryder…"

Sam shook his head, "No. I just go the text to be there cause my shoot with Marley will be at the show too."

Santana sat up and grabbed her phone, "Shit." She sighed, seeing the text from Artie.

"I heard Sebastian already purchased one of the prints…" Sam muttered.

Santana shook her head, "Fuck."

Brett took a sip of his beer before asking, "Want me to come with you?"

Santana looked at him like he had five heads, "No."

Brett nodded, sighing before standing up, "Anyone want another beer?"

Santana frowned as he walked to the kitchen.

"Yeah." Finn said, "I'll come with you." He said, nodding to Santana that it was fine.

Brett grabbed two beers, handing one to Finn.

"You okay?" Finn asked quietly.

Brett nodded, taking a sip of his beer as he headed back to the living room.

Finn grabbed his arm, "Brett, you sure, man?"

Brett sighed, nodding, "I'm good. It's nothing."

Finn nodded but knew better as they headed back to the living room.

Brett sat back down on the couch next to Santana. Santana licked her lips while Quinn talked to Sam and Finn.

"Brett, it's not that I don't want you there…" She said quietly.

Brett turned to look at her, "I know."

She frowned but figured that they should talk about it after everyone had left.

"Yeah so you guys ready?" Quinn asked.

Finn and Sam nodded.

"We're gunna to go." Quinn said, looking at Santana. "We'll see you on Tuesday at the shoot with Holly."

Santana nodded before remembering, "Wait, Brett and Finn are moving on Monday. Can you guys help?"

"Sure. Text us and we'll come help." Sam said.

"Thanks guys." Brett smiled.

Santana walked them to the door.

Quinn hugged her, "You good?" the blonde whispered.

Santana nodded, "Yeah. I'll see you guys Monday."

"Call me if you need anything." Quinn said before leaving with the guys.

Santana walked back to the living room where Brett was cleaning up beer bottles.

"Brett…"

He turned to look at her, "Yeah?"

"I didn't mean that I don't want you there…" she said, "But the photographs are…" She sighed, "They would bother you."

Brett nodded, "I know, San." He said, throwing the bottles in the trash.

He felt like he had no right to be bothered by her job. He knew what he was getting into when he asked her to be his girlfriend.

"I won't be working with Artie or Sebastian anymore…" She said.

Brett sighed and nodded without saying anything. He sat down on the couch and took a sip of his beer.

Santana walked over, sitting next to him, "Baby…"

Brett looked at her, "San…I'm human so I'm going to be a little jealous, but I understand your career. I understood it before I asked you to be my girlfriend. Occasionally it's going to bother me, but I still want to be supportive."

Santana nodded, biting her bottom lip, "So you want to come to the show?"

Brett shook his head, "I'm not going to go because there's a large possibly of me punching Sebastian in the jaw." He smirked before adding in a serious tone, "Just don't be worried about me looking at you differently because of the photographs."

Santana leaned over and kissed his lips, "I am afraid you'll look at me differently and I really really like the way you look at me." She said quietly.

Brett smiled, "Trust me, that's not gunna change." He muttered, before kissing her.

Santana's heart jumped at his words as she deepened the kiss.