Santana woke up around 6am on Sunday, hearing a buzzing noise coming from Brett's bathroom. She furrowed her brow and stood up before walking in there.

Brett was standing at the sink, in his boxers, trimming up his beard. She smiled and leaned against the door frame.

He noticed her in the mirror and paused his actions, "Morning, Baby." He mumbled.

She smiled, "Morning." She said, glancing at his lip through the mirror, "How's it feel?"

"Stings more than anything. Hopefully today at lunch, your family won't think I'm the type of guy that gets into a lot of fights." He replied before getting back to trimming his beard.

Santana shook her head, "They're going to love you. Trust me." She said as she walked over to him and kissed his bare back. "How about after lunch we go to my place? You can stay the night…if you want…"

He nodded, "That sounds perfect. We can order some take out or cook."

"How about we cook?" She asked. "There's this recipe for Shrimp Fettuccine Alfredo that I would like to try."

Brett raised his brow, "I'll do my best." He chuckled, "You should take the lead on making that though."

Santana laughed, "It'll be awesome."

"So are we eating lunch at a restaurant or…" Brett asked as he rinsed off his face.

"We were originally supposed to eat at my parents' house, but they texted last night and said that they were coming into town to shop. They want to meet up at Jacobs's Pickles."

Brett nodded, "I've heard of it, but I've never been there. It's southern food, right?" he asked as he dried his face.

She nodded, "Yeah." She bit her bottom lip as he turned around to face her.

He smiled, "I love some good southern food." He said, leaning down to kiss her lips.

She cupped his jaw, "Careful. I don't want to hurt your lip."

Brett smirked. "Don't worry about it." He muttered before kissing her again.

She moaned when his hands slid down to her ass, pulling her against him. She pulled back, tugging her shirt over her head.

He swallowed and lifted her onto the counter before kissing her again.

She spread her legs, pulling him closer.

Brett grabbed the hem of her red panties and slid them down her legs.

He heard his phone ringing in the bedroom but ignored it and the stinging pain in his lip as they kissed. He pulled her closed to the edge of the counter and pulled his boxers down.

Santana moaned and kissed his neck as she reached down, stroking his dick to full hardness.

"Shit." He breathed.

She bit her bottom lips as he pressed their foreheads together.

After a moment, he captured her lips with his and gripped her thighs, pulling her even closer to the edge of the counter.

He reached down and pushed into her, making them both moan.

"Fuck…you're so tight." He groaned, kissing her neck.

She whimpered, gently scratching the back of his neck as he thrust his hips.

Brett looked down and bit his lip, trying not to cum too early,

"Wait." She moaned.

He paused his movements, "What?" he breathed.

She kissed his lips before pushing him back, sliding off the counter before turning around. She spread her legs some and bent over a little. Brett lined up and pushed back into her, making them both moan.

He kissed her neck and shoulder as he thrust into her.

"Fuck, Baby…harder." She moaned.

Brett reached around her and cupped her breast, pinching her nipple.

She whimpered as she reached back, digging her nails into his ass as she pulled him closer.

He groaned, "Fuck San…" he mumbled, feeling her squeezing around him.

She bent over more as his hands squeezed her hips tightly.

"Oh God…I'm gunna…fuck, Brett…" She whimpered, cumming around him as her legs shook.

Brett groaned, cumming in her, "Shit…" He muttered, pressing his forehead against the back of her head.

Santana bit her bottom lip as he slowly pulled out.

He leaned down, kissing her neck and shoulder, "Fuck, I love you." He mumbled against her skin.

She smiled, looking at him in the mirror, "I love you too." She replied, catching her breath.

He lifted his head and she frowned, "Your lip is bleeding, Baby."

He sighed, "Sorry." He muttered, pulling up his boxers.

She shook her head and grabbed a tissue before turning around. She cupped his jaw and gently dabbed his lip, "Don't apologize." She whispered, "I hate that he punched you. I've never been so angry at someone I just met."

Brett huffed, "I hate that I even introduced you to him."

"I'm not." Santana replied, "I'm glad I saw what he's really like otherwise I'd always wonder…you know."

He nodded, grabbing her hand, interlacing their fingers, "I need you to tell me if I ever act like him…even a little bit."

"Brett, you are nothing like him." She said, sincerely.

He took a deep breath, nodding before his phone began to ring in the bedroom again.

Brett walked to the bedroom and grabbed it from the nightstand.

"Hello?" He answered.

"What the hell happened last night?" Laura Pierce asked.

Brett sighed, "Hey Mom." He muttered, sitting on the edge of the bed, "Why do you ask?"

"Because you told me that you were having dinner with your father and then I received a phone call this morning from Drew."

"You still talk to Drew?" Brett asked as Santana walked into his room and pulled on a pair of underwear and a bra.

"Brett, don't change the topic." Laura said, "He told me that you and your father got not a fight…as in a physical fight! What happened?"

Brett sighed, "We had a disagreement and he hit me."

"He hit you?" Laura said in a tone Brett had never heard before., "John hit you?"

"Yeah. Mom, it's fine. I'm okay…" Brett replied while Santana got dressed.

"No. It's not fine." Laura said through clenched teeth, "I'm going to call him."

"No!" Brett said, "Please drop it. I'm fine."

"Brett, I'm not going to drop it. You are my child and he fucking hit you!"

"Mom, look okay. I'm fine. I'm done with him. It's not going to happen again."

Laura sighed, "Are you hurt at all?"

Brett rubbed his forehead, "I have a busted lip, but I really am fine."

"That son of a bitch." Laura muttered, "Brett, I have to say something to him. I can't just let this slide."

"I don't want him talking to you, though." Brett sighed.

"Honey, I was married to man/ for years. I can handle talking to him." Laura said.

"Mom…"

"Brett, I'll be fine, but the bastard hit my child. I'm not going to let that slide." She said.

He nodded, "Fine."

"Are you sure that you're alright?" She asked, concerned.

"Yeah. I'm okay." He replied.

"Okay, honey. I love you."

"Love you too, Mom." Brett replied before hearing her hang up.

He turned to see Santana wearing the Rangers t-shirt he had bought her and a pair of jeans.

He smiled, "You look sexy as hell in that shirt."

Santana rolled her eyes, "It's a t-shirt, Brett."

"A hockey shirt." Brett smirked.

Santana laughed, "You do love hockey."

"I do." He grinned as he stepped closer to her, "And I love the girl in the hockey shirt."

She smiled, "You'd better."

Brett chuckled as he began to get dressed.

Brett took a deep breath when their taxi pulled up in front of the restaurant.

Santana smiled, "I promise, you have nothing to worry about. My parents are really nice."

He nodded and paid the driver before they stepped out of the car.

Santana grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the door. She immediately spotted her family at a large table towards the back.

"Tana!" Jasmine smiled, running over to her aunt.

Santana laughed and picked the 5-year-old up, "Geez, you're getting big, J-Lo."

Jasmine laughed and looked at Brett.

"Hey Jasmine." Brett grinned.

"You got a boo boo…" Jasmine frowned, looking at Brett's lip.

He nodded, "Yeah, but I'm okay." He said.

Jasmine nodded as Santana set her down.

"Hey Mom, Hey Dad!" She smiled hugging them before hugging Hector and another guy that Brett could only assume was Ricardo. "Guys, this is Brett." She said before turning to the blond man, "Brett, these are my parents, Carlos and Maria. And this is my younger brother, Ricardo."

Brett shook all of their hands as Maria smiled, "It's nice to meet you, Brett."

"You too, Mrs. Lopez." He smiled.

"None of that." She smirked, "Call me Maria."

He chuckled and nodded, "Okay, Maria."

Carlos smiled, "Let's sit down. Have you ever been here before, Brett?"

"No sir. I've heard it's really good though." Brett replied as they all sat down.

Santana placed her hand on his thigh and smiled at him. He grinned at her before looking at the menu.

"It is very good. You all get whatever you'd like. It's on me." Carlos told them.

"Thanks Dad." Santana smiled as they waiter walked over and took their drink order.

"So Brett." Carlos said as the waiter walked away, "What do you do?"

"I'm a personal trainer." Brett replied.

Carlos nodded, "Do you work for a gym or are you a private trainer?"

"I work for a gym. We're officially opening in a week."

"I need to join a gym." Ricardo said smirking, "Maybe you can hook me up."

"Ricky…" Santana said, pointedly.

"For sure. Come by Flex Fitness after we're open, and I'll get you a discount."

"Really?" Ricardo grinned, "Thanks."

Brett nodded, "No problem."

Maria smiled at her daughter, nodding.

Santana smiled back as she squeezed Brett's leg, lovingly.

"Have you always lived in New York?" Maria asked.

Brett shook his head, "I actually just moved back. I've lived in LA for the past 4 years but I'm originally from Brooklyn."

"Man, I bet LA was awesome." Ricardo grinned.

Brett shrugged, "It was alright. I prefer New York." He replied as the waiter walked over with a tray full of their drinks.

They ordered their food before Maria asked, "How'd you two meet?"

"Brett's sister, Kitty is a photographer. She and I work together a lot. He came to a show and Kitty introduced us." Santana explained while Brett took a sip of his soda.

"Have we seen any of the photo's she's taken of you?" Carlos asked.

"Mom has..." Santana replied, "She mainly sticks to nudes."

"Well I'm sure they're lovely pictures." Carlos said.

Santana smiled, "She's really talented."

Brett nodded in agreement.

"Brett…" Jasmine said, catching everyone's attention. "I made this for you." She said, handing him a picture she had drawn of two people.

"Is that me and Santana?" He grinned, pointing at the blond man and brunette holding hands.

Jasmine bit her bottom lip, nodding, "Do you like it?"

Brett smiled, "It's perfect. Thank you, Jasmine."

Jasmine smiled and went back to drawing.

"Here." Santana smiled, "I'll put it in my purse."

Brett nodded, "Thanks." He glanced around, "I'll be right back." He said, seeing the signs for the restrooms.

Santana nodded as he got up and walked away.

She looked at her parents and raised her brow at their smiles, "What?"

"He seems like a nice guy." Carlos said.

"He is." Santana replied.

"How long have you two been dating?" Maria asked.

Santana smiled, "A couple weeks…"

"We met him the other day." Hector said, "He's a really cool guy."

Santana smiled, grateful that her extremely protective brother liked her boyfriend.

Ricardo grinned, "Seems cool to me."

Carlos laughed, "Because he's setting you up at the gym?"

Ricardo laughed, "It's a plus."

Santana rolled her eyes.

"What happened to his lip?" Leslie, Hector's wife asked.

Santana sighed, "It's a long story." She replied as Brett walked back to the table and sat down.

A couple waiters brought over their food.

"You like fried pickles?" Santana asked her boyfriend, seeing them on his plate.

"You don't?" He asked, smirking.

"I've never tried them." She answered.

"Would you like to?" He asked.

She reached over and grabbed one before eating it.

Brett chuckled when her eyes lit up, "Those are really good."

Brett ate one and nodded, "Yeah they are."

Maria smiled at her husband. It was clear to them that their daughter was happy.

After lunch, they all headed out of the building.

"It was a pleasure to meet you, Brett." Carlos smiled, shaking the younger man's hand.

"You too, sir." Brett grinned, "Thank you for lunch."

Carlos nodded as he hugged his daughter, "Love you, Sweetie."

"Love you too, Dad." She smiled

Brett watched as Santana hugged everyone. He felt something tug on his pants leg and looked down at Jasmine. He grinned and crouched down.

"Did you like the picture I made?" She asked.

"I love it." Brett replied, "I'll put it up in my apartment when I get home."

"You can put it on the fridge. That's what Mama does with my pictures." She smiled.

Brett nodded, "Then I'll put it on my fridge."

Santana looked at her parents and saw them smiling at the scene.

"Ok!" Jasmine smiled, give Brett a high five.

Brett stood back up as Hector picked the 5-year-old up.

"It was good seeing you again, Brett." Hector nodded.

"You too." Brett said as Carlos hailed a cab.

"Bye guys." Santana smiled, "Love you all."

"Bye sweetie." Maria smiled as she got into the taxi.

Santana grabbed Brett's hand as the cab drove off.

They got back to Brett's apartment so that he could pack a bag to stay at her place.

"Pack enough so that you can just leave some there…" She said, sitting on the bed while he packed.

Brett grinned, "Okay. Oh hey. Give me that picture Jasmine drew."

Santana smiled and pulled the picture out of her purse. Brett headed to the kitchen and put it up on the fridge before going back to his room.

"They all really like you." She smiled as he grabbed a couple shirts.

Brett grinned, "I like them too. It's crazy how different our fathers are."

Santana nodded, "I'm sorry."

He shook his head, "I'm glad your dad is nothing like mine."

"Yo! Brett!" They heard Finn holler.

"In my room!" Brett replied, still packing.

Finn walked in, "What's with the new artwork on the fridge?"

"San's niece made it." Brett said.

"Gotcha." Finn nodded, "You guys leaving?"

"Yeah. I'm staying with her tonight." Brett replied, looking over at the taller man.

"Cool." Finn said, "I might invite Carmen over to hang out."

Brett nodded, "You should. We've got plenty of beer."

Finn chuckled, "Maybe I can get her to bring over some weed."

Brett shook his head, "Good luck with that." He smirked, "Don't get too high. Last time you and Carmen got really stoned…"

"Shh!" Finns said, glancing at Santana, "We agreed to never speak of that."

Brett chuckled, "Yeah…okay buddy."

Santana raised her brow but didn't ask.

"So how do we make this…shrimp fettuccine alfredo?" Brett asked.

They had stopped by the store on the way to Santana's apartment.

Santana smiled, "It's actually really simple."

Brett nodded, leaning down to kiss her cheek before they got to work.

"Okay this is amazing." Brett muttered while they ate dinner.

Santana smiled, "It did turn out really good. I love cooking with you."

Brett grinned, "Me too."

After dinner they cleaned up and went to the living room to relax and watch Outlander.

"What episode are we on?" Brett asked as Santana curled into his side while scrolling through the options.

"We just finished the second season." She said, clicking on the third season.

Brett turned his head and kissed her temple as they show came on.

"Do you have to go to the gym tomorrow?" She asked, leaning into him more.

"I'm supposed to drop by in the afternoon for a while. When do you work next?"

"Tuesday with Quinn and your sister."

"So we get to spend most of tomorrow together." Brett said.

"Good." Santana smiled as the show began.

Brett wrapped his arm around her and nodded, smiling, "Yeah."