Brett woke up at 7am, smelling coffee. He groaned and sat up, realizing he was alone in bed.
"Hey." He heard.
He turned his head, seeing Santana wearing one of his t-shirts and a pair of red underwear.
"Wow." He breathed, admiring her beauty.
She blushed and handed him a cup of coffee, "Morning."
Brett smiled, "Morning, Baby. Thanks for the coffee."
She nodded as she climbed back into bed with her own coffee.
Brett leaned over, kissing her cheek, "You okay?"
Santana smiled, "I'm being a complete loser and missing you already…" She shrugged.
He nodded, "We'll still see each other all the time. I'll make sure of it." He muttered, kissing her temple.
She smiled and took a sip of her coffee before setting it on the nightstand when her phone dinged.
She looked at it and smiled, "My test results are all clear…"
Brett grinned and checked his phone, nodding as he looked through the message, "Mine too."
Santana leaned over and kissed his jaw, "Do you have to be anywhere right now?"
Brett shook his head, setting his coffee on the nightstand, "I'm all yours." He smirked.
Santana smiled, "Mine." She whispered before kissing him.
She straddled his lap, moaning when his hands slipped into her underwear, cupping her ass.
He reached up and pulled her shirt off, "Fuck, I love your body." He mumbled before taking her nipple between his lips.
Santana moaned, running her fingers through his hair as he swirled his tongue around her nipple.
Brett pulled back and kissed her lips while rubbing his hands up and down her thighs.
Santana pushed against his chest and scooted back to pull of her underwear. He did the same with his boxers. She bit her bottom lip, looking him over as she straddled his lap again.
She pulled him into a needy kiss as she reached down, grabbing his dick.
Brett groaned and pulled back, "You're sure?" he asked, unsure how he was even able to get the words out as she stroked him.
Santana bit her bottom lip, nodding, "Completely." She whispered before sinking down on him.
"Fuck." Brett mumbled, feeling her tight around him without any barriers.
Santana whimpered, "Shit."
He gripped her hips as she lifted up before slamming back down, making them both moan.
Brett kissed her as he flipped them over, lifting her leg over his shoulder. He thrust into her, gripping her hip and thigh to keep her steady.
"Shit Brett." She moaned, "Harder Baby."
Brett pounded into her, feeling her squeeze around him. She raked her nails down his chest, moaning.
"I'm gunna…fuck baby!" Santana whimpered, cumming around him.
He groaned, trying not to cum yet. He leaned down, kissing her lips as he reached down, circling her clit.
"I ca…can't baby." She whimpered.
Brett nodded, pressing a kiss to her lips, "Yes you can. Cum for me again, San."
She moaned, deepening the kiss as she came around him once more, "Oh shi…"
Brett bit his bottom lip, holding back as he continued to thrust into her. He pressed his head into the crook of her neck, "Fuck."
"Brett…cum baby." She moaned, wrapping her arms around his neck.
Brett groaned, cumming deep into her.
She bit her bottom lip, moaning at the warm sensation spreading through her.
He thrust his hips a few more times before pulling back to kiss her lips. She smiled and kissed back.
Brett grinned, before biting his lip as he pulled out of her, rolling over.
She cupped his jaw, still smiling as she kissed him.
He squeezed her hip, "You're incredible." He muttered against her lips.
Santana blushed, pulling back. She traced his bottom lip with her thumb before meeting his eyes, "So are you." She whispered.
He grinned, shaking his head, "Fuck" he breathed.
Santana frowned, "What?"
Brett sighed, "I've never felt like this before." He muttered.
Santana raised her brow, "Is that a good thing?" she asked, quietly as her thumb rubbed his jaw.
Brett nodded, "What I mean is…" He cleared his throat, "I mean I've never been this happy before."
She smiled and kissed his lips, "Me either."
They picked up some sandwiches on the way to Brett's apartment.
He carried his luggage into his room and set it down.
"Where's Finn?" Santana asked as she walked in, carrying his backpack and their food.
"He's working today." Brett said, setting his guitar down.
She nodded, setting the food on his bed.
"Fuck, your backpack is heavy."
Brett smirked and walked over, lifting the bag off her back, "Sorry, Baby." He muttered, kissing her shoulder.
She smiled, watching as he set the bag down.
"I'm starving." Brett muttered.
Santana nodded, "Where do you want to eat?"
"We can eat in here while I unpack." Brett said.
Brett opened the first box of clothes and began to put them away.
Santana grabbed a box and opened it. She pulled out pictures of Brett and Kitty when they were kids. There were also a bunch of pictures with Finn and a some with a few different girls.
Brett walked back from the closet and raised his brow, "What'd you find?" He asked, stepping up behind her, grabbing her hips.
"Pictures." She smiled, "You were always so cute."
Brett rolled his eyes, "Wait till you see pictures from acne years." He muttered, "That's me and Finn at the party where I lost my virginity."
Santana smirked, "Important night."
Brett chuckled and kissed her cheek.
"Who are the girls?" She asked.
Brett groaned, "No one important."
Santana rolled her eyes, "Uh Sweetie, these pictures are framed. Obviously, they were important."
Brett sighed, "Those two…" he said, pointing at the red head and the blonde, "are ex-girlfriends and uh that one is Jessica." He muttered, "We should just burn them."
Santana nodded, "Good idea." She muttered looking at how beautiful all three girls were, especially Jessica. She bit her bottom lip before feeling Brett wrap his arms around her from behind.
He kissed her temple before muttering, "I'm yours."
She smiled and set the pictures down before turning to kiss his lips. She pulled back, smirking, "Yeah you are."
He nodded, "I am. Proudly so." He grinned.
Brett collapsed on his bed, sighing, "What time is it?"
They had been unpacking all afternoon.
Santana looked at her phone, "5. What time will Finn be back?" she asked, still looking at her phone.
Brett glanced at his girlfriend, "Not for at least another hour."
Santana shut and locked Brett's door before turning around with a smirk.
Brett grinned and sat up as Santana pulled her shirt over her head and walked over to him.
"San…" He whispered when she reached behind and unhooked her bra.
"I want to give you something to think about tonight when we're apart." She smirked.
Brett swallowed, nodding as she pulled her jeans off, leaving her in only a pair of blue lacy panties.
She smirked, loving the way he looked at her, "You want me?"
Brett nodded, grinning, "Always."
Her smirk faltered at his genuineness before she pulled her underwear down her legs. She reached over and undid his pants while biting her bottom lip.
He pulled off his shirt before pulling off his jeans and boxers. She smiled and straddled his lap before kissing his lips.
She wanted to make sure that when she left, he'd miss her as much as she was going to miss him.
Brett woke up when he heard a knock on the apartment door. He sat up and looked over at Santana. She was completely naked and sound asleep on her stomach.
There was another knock and he pulled on his boxers and jeans, zipping them up as he headed to the front door.
He opened the door, surprised to see his new neighbor, Emily.
"He…hey." She stuttered, seeing his shirtless body.
"Hey." He nodded.
"Sorry. Finn invited me over for dinner tonight…" Emily said.
"Oh. He's not here yet." Brett replied as the elevator dinged and Finn stepped off.
"Sorry. I'm late." Finn said, "Come on in, Emily."
Finn glanced at Brett, "Oh shit. You're staying here tonight. Want to join us for dinner?"
Brett shrugged, "San's here right now…"
Finn nodded, "Gotcha…" He said as he and Emily entered the apartment.
Brett walked to his bedroom and saw that Santana was still asleep.
He pulled a shirt on and kissed her cheek, "Baby." He whispered, "Santana, baby."
Santana hummed and opened her eyes, "Hey." She muttered, smiling.
Brett grinned, "You're welcome to stay here tonight but Finn is here."
"What time is it?" She asked, sitting up.
"Almost 7." Brett replied, sitting on the edge of the bed, next to her.
Santana sighed, "I have to be at Holly's studio at 8 in the morning."
Brett nodded, "Want to stay for dinner? Finn invited our neighbor over."
Santana nodded, "Sure. What's your neighbor's name?"
"Emily." Brett said, kissing her bare shoulder.
Santana nodded and cupped his jaw, kissing his lips, "I'll get dressed and be right there." She said, pecking his lips once more.
Brett smiled and nodded before heading to the living room where Finn was ordering pizza while Emily drank a beer on the couch.
Brett grabbed a beer and sat in the recliner as Finn got off the phone.
"That pizza should be here soon." Finns said, sitting on the couch.
Santana walked into the living room wearing her jeans and one of Brett's t-shirts.
"Hey baby." Brett grinned, "This is Emily, our neighbor. Emily, this is my girlfriend, Santana."
The women shook hands before Santana sat on Brett's lap in the recliner. Brett handed her his beer and she took a drink before handing it back.
"How long have you lived here, Emily?" Santana asked.
The blonde smiled, "A couple years. It's a great building. Everyone is really nice."
Finn smiled, "Everyone I've et has been great."
Emily nodded, glancing at Brett before asking, "Where are you guys from?"
"We actually grew up in Brooklyn then moved to LA." Finn said.
Emily smiled, "I love LA."
Finn chuckled, "It was pretty cool living there…always running into famous people."
"You met a lot of famous people?" The blonde smiled at Finn.
Finn nodded, "A lot of major celebs were Brett's clients."
Emily furrowed her brow and turned to Brett, "What do you do?"
"I'm a personal trainer." Brett replied, squeezing Santana's thigh when she took another sip of his beer.
"Wow. I don't have enough discipline to work out that much." She laughed, "What about you, Santana? What do you do?"
"I'm a model." Santana replied.
"Oh my God! I thought I recognized you! You're in last months Vogue!" Emily said shocked.
Santana nodded, "Yeah. That was me."
There was a knock on the front door and Finn went to answer it, coming back with a pizza.
While Finn and Emily talked, Brett looked at the Latina, "You okay?" he asked quietly.
She smiled and nodded, kissing his lips before whispering, "Just gunna miss you."
He nodded and kissed her cheek, "Me too."
"You guys want some pizza?" Finn asked.
Brett nodded, "Yeah." He said as Santana got up to grab them a couple slices.
After they finished eating Santana had to leave to get ready for the next day's photoshoot.
"Call me before you go to sleep?" She asked, biting her bottom lip.
Brett nodded, "Of course. I'll facetime you. I gotta see this face." He smirked and kissed her cheek.
She blushed and kissed his lips before whispering, "Bye Baby."
"Bye Babe." He winked, before watching her get on the elevator.
He closed his door and walked back to the living room where Finn and Emily were talking. He grabbed another beer and sat down in the recliner.
Finn laughed, "Brett, do you remember in high school when we first got caught smoking pot?"
Brett chuckled and nodded, "Mom was so pissed."
They continued to talk for another hour or so till Brett decided to go to bed.
"Night guys." Brett said.
"You work tomorrow?" Finn asked.
Bret nodded, "I have to go in for awhile and interview some people."
Finn nodded, "Night Man."
"Night." Brett nodded and headed to his room.
He pulled off his jeans and shirt before climbing into bed, groaning when he smelled Santana on his sheets.
He pulled out his phone and facetimed her.
"Hey!" her heard as Santana's smiling face popped on the screen.
"Hey." He grinned, seeing that she had clearly just gotten out of the shower. Her hair was wet, and she was wrapped in a tan towel. "Bad time?" He asked.
She shook her head, "No. I'm just getting ready for bed. I see you're in bed."
"Yeah I have to be at the gym by 7 so I figured I should go onto bed."
Santana nodded, "Don't you have a dinner with Kitty and your…uh your dad tomorrow night?"
Brett groaned and pressed his face into the pillow. He had completely forgotten about it and wished she had too.
Santana bit her bottom lip, "Baby, it'll be okay. You need to go for Kitty."
Brett nodded, lifting his head, "I know. I will but it's gunna completely suck."
"I'm sorry." She said, feeling bad for him, "Do you work on Wednesday?"
"No. Why?" Brett asked.
She bit her bottom lip before nervously asking, "Want to come over after your dinner and sleep here?"
He grinned and nodded, "Absolutely. Seeing you will make it much better."
He saw her smile, "Hold on one sec."
He nodded as she got up. She pulled on a pair of underwear and his shirt before climbing into bed.
"You changed?" he faux pouted.
She smirked, "Were you expecting a show?"
Brett chuckled, "A guy can dream."
"I'll make your dream come true tomorrow night." She smirked.
He grinned, "You're already a dream come true, San." He said quietly.
She blushed, "I miss you."
Nodding, Brett replied. "I miss you too." He replied yawning.
"Go to sleep." Santana said, "You look exhausted."
"You wore me out this afternoon." He smirked.
Santana laughed, slightly blushing, "Good."
He smiled, "I'll text you tomorrow."
"Okay. Night Baby."
Brett winked, "Night Baby." He said before hanging up. He set an alarm and plugged his phone up before rolling over onto the pillow Santana had slept on. He sighed and fell asleep, thinking of her.