Hey everyone, thanks for the love last chapter. I'm posting a day early since tomorrow is Christmas Eve. I hope you all enjoy and have a merry Christmas.

Santana sits on the couch flipping channels. She's lonely with Brett away on a road trip. What sucks even worse is that Ava is also away on a road trip. Her phone rings and she quickly picks it up.

'Hey babe,' Santana says.

'Hey San,' Brett husks tired.

'I miss you.' Santana says sighing.

'I miss you too.' Brett says.

After the Christmas holidays, both their schedules got way busier, especially Brett. They've been having a hard time carving out time in their busy schedules to spend together. Santana's been prepping for a concert in February and Brett's now in the thick of the basketball season.

'I hate that you're gone. I had a mini concert for my blues class and I was the only one who didn't have anyone there to cheer me on.' Santana says tears forming.

'I'm sorry babe, I wish I didn't have away games.' Brett says.

'You'll be back Saturday morning, right?' Santana asks.

'We're catching the redeye after the game.' Brett tells her again.

They stay on the phone until it's Brett's curfew and the coaches come through.

'Night babe, I love you.' Brett says.

'I love you,' Santana says before they hang up.

Brett sighs as he lays down on his bed. Him having to travel for games has caused a strain on their relationship. Not only are they even busier than ever, but now he's also traveling being gone for three to seven days at a time.

"Trouble in paradise?" his roommate Alex asks.

"No," Brett quickly says.

Alex stares him down until Brett sighs.

"Yes, my relationship has been strained since we started traveling. We're both just so busy that often sleeping is the only time we'd be together." Brett admits.

"That's rough man," Alex says. "I've had that before, once the season ends, you'll make it up to her."

"Yeah, I just know she's lonely and frustrated with not being able to see me. I know I feel the same." Brett says biting his lip.

"Don't you two live with her sister? So, doesn't she have someone at home with her?" Alex asks.

"Normally, but Ava is gone too. She's on the basketball team and they have an away game too." Brett says.

"That's rough," Alex says. "You should take her out when we get back."

"I should and will." Brett says feeling a bit better after talking about his issues.

Back in New York, Santana goes to bed in one of Brett's sweatshirts. She loves being surrounded by his scent. She falls asleep, hugging Brett's pillow.

The next morning, she heads to her song writing class. Lately all her songs have been depressing since her and Brett are having issues.

"San," her classmate Debra says waving her over.

"Thanks for saving me a seat." Santana says glad that one of them got here in time to save a seat.

"No problem, it's better than sitting with some random." Debra says.

"That's so true," Santana says pulling out her song book.

"Ready for today's slaughter?" Debra jokes.

Every class, a fourth of the class sings a song they have been working on and the rest of the class critiques it along with the teacher telling them what he thinks. Today it's their turn again.

"I guess," Santana sighs.

"What's been up with you lately? You used to get great reviews on your songs and they were upbeat, but not the last two times. You've had more depressing songs." Debra asks.

"Brett's been gone." Santana sadly says.

Before they can get more into it, class starts. Both their songs get rejected and their teacher says to go back to the drawing board. Though he does like the first three lines of Debra's melody. Once class is over, they have an hour before their next class. The pair finds a quiet corner to sit and talk in.

"What's going on with Brett? Why is he gone?" Debra asks. "I swear I just saw you two together."

"He's on a road trip. It's the heart of the season so he's just very busy between school, practice and games. Not to mention how busy we've been getting ready for performances and just things picking up after the holidays." Santana says.

"It sounds like you two are on opposite schedules or something." Debra says.

"We are and honestly if it wasn't for the away games, I could deal with it, but he's just been gone for days at a time." Santana complains. "I miss him."

"That sucks," Debra says.

"I just wish we could have one day to ourselves to reconnect and just be together without being exhausted or only being able to see each other through a screen." Santana says. "I've felt so off since after Christmas that even my song writing has suffered."

"Have you told him all that?" Debra asks knowing that communication is key.

"He knows, we're both upset about not being able to spend more time together." Santana says.

"Then I'm sure you'll both do something about it." Debra says. "I've never seen two people in love like you two."

"I hope so, I'm not sure if there's anything that can be done until after the season." Santana admits.

Santana vents a bit more before they have to head to their next class.

"Thanks for listening." Santana says.

"Anytime," Debra says.

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Brett clears his day, the Saturday they arrive back as he knows Santana is free. He wants to spend the day with her. They both need it.

"San," Brett says kissing her cheek to wake her up.

"B," Santana groans swatting his face away before jumping up. "You're back!" she shouts wrapping her arms around his neck.

"I am and I want to spend the whole day together, just the two of us." Brett says.

"Yes," Santana shouts.

"Good," Brett says. "Let's go to that little diner you love for breakfast." he adds which gets Santana to jump up.

"You're the best boyfriend ever!" Santana says kissing him before running off to get dressed.

Brett smiles, so glad that he can make her happy. He hates the strain his traveling has put on their relationship. He knows what made this trip worse was that Ava was gone too. He quickly changes from his traveling clothes to black slacks and a black button-down shirt.

"Do you need to rest? I know you're normally tired after coming back." Santana asks coming out of the bathroom in only her bra and underwear.

Brett just stares at her body, licking his lips.

"God, horn dog," Santana says slapping his arm. "Do you hear me?"

"Huh…. yeah, I slept on the plane ride home since I knew I wanted to spend the day with you." Brett says finally tearing his eyes away from her boobs and abs.

Santana just shakes her head throwing on some jeans and a red sweater.

"I'm ready," Santana says pulling her hair back into a ponytail.

Brett grabs their coats as they head out. He knows that she'll want her coat five minutes in and if he doesn't bring hers that he'll lost his.

"I'm cold," Santana predictably says three minutes in.

He wraps her coat around her shoulders and she snuggles into his body.

"I'm glad you're home." Santana softly says.

"I'm so glad too." Brett says. "I hate leaving you home alone."

"I get that you have to go on the road." Santana says kissing his cheek. "It just really sucked that both you and Ava were gone at the same time."

"Hopefully that doesn't happen again." Brittany says opening the door for her.

They get a booth and order with Santana getting a giant cup of black coffee.

"So, where are you going today?" Santana asks after she gets her coffee.

"I thought we could go sight seeing since we haven't really done that." Brett says. "Maybe walk around Central Park, have dinner and finish the night off by going clubbing." he says biting his lip, hoping she'll like it.

"That really is a full day together." Santana says smiling.

"If it's too-"

"I love how much thought you've put into everything." Santana says cutting him off.

"Great," Brett sighs, relieved.

Their food is brought in and Brett starts stuffing his mouth. He's starving and had ordered two breakfasts. Santana closes her eyes and shakes her head at her boyfriend. She opens her eyes and starts eating her spinach omelet.

"Please don't choke," Santana says as he takes an extra-large bite.

"I'm fine," Brett says through his full mouth.

Santana bites her lip, watching him finish eat.

"Are you going to finish that?" Brett says pointing to her half-eaten omelet.

"Here," Santana says handing her plate to him.

Once they finish and pay, Brett leads her to Times Square.

"Wow," Santana says looking all around.

"Here," Brett says lifting her up into his arms.

"B," Santana squeaks.

"Now you can look all around without worrying about someone hitting or running into you." Brett says readjusting to get a better grip.

"Thanks honey," Santana says kissing his cheek.

She looks around in awe at the sheer number of things going on from the billboards, to the people to the traffic. It's chaotic but she loves it.

"Okay, you can put me down." Santana says a half hour later. "I'm ready to go see the Empire State Building."

After the Empire State Building, they visit the Statue of Liberty before making their way to Central Park.

"We are so going to have to bring Ava with us next time. She'll get a kick out of being so touristy." Santana says leaning into Brett.

"She would have gotten a kick out of our tour guide at the Statue of Liberty." Brett agrees. "Are you hungry?"

"I could use a snack." Santana says.

Brett buys them three hot dogs to hold them over until they head to dinner. They eat them as they slowly stroll around the park.

"This is nice," Santana says enjoying his company.

"I'm glad you're enjoying yourself." Brett says.

They walk in comfortable silence after that, both just happy to be together. Brett has his arm wrapped around Santana's shoulders, holding her close to his body. Santana loves walking like this, it makes her feel protective and safe.

"I got approached by ESPN while I was at a post-game press conference yesterday." Brett says breaking the silence.

"What did they want?" Santana asks, straightening up and giving him her full attention.

"They want to do a story on me. According to them I'm one of the first transgender to be very successful playing college basketball as the transition gender." Brett tells her. (This fact may not be true in the real world)

"Do you want to do it?" Santana asks not sure how she feels about him doing this.

"I haven't decided. It's scary to think everyone would know if I did it, but it could also really help other transgender kids." Brett says.

"Well, I'm here to talk it through. There are a lot of pros and cons." Santana agrees.

Just then Brett's stomach grumbles.

"Come on, let's go get you some dinner." Santana says. "We can figure out the ESPN thing tomorrow."

"Yeah, you're right, I just wanted to let you know since this affects you too." Brett says earning him a deep kiss on the lips from Santana.

"Thank you,"

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Dinner was great in Santana's mind as Brett had some breadsticks flown in from Breadstixs. Santana nearly died when she saw them and made out with him for ten minutes as a thank you. Now they are just getting into a club using their fake IDs.

"Do you want anything to drink?!" Brett shouts as the music is loud.

"No! Let's dance!" Santana shouts pulling him towards the dance floor.

She pulls him with her to the middle of the dance floor. He wraps his arms around her. She turns around and starts grinding back into him. His hands wander all over her torso as they dance. She grinds down hard on his bulge.

"Fuck babe," Brett groans in her ear.

She turns around and wraps her arms around his neck. They continue to dance together for an hour before Santana motions to the bar.

"I'm thirsty!" she shouts.

She grabs his hand and pulls him to the bar with her. He stops anyone from knocking into her as they make their way. He maybe be a bit overprotective.

"A rum'n coke and…..." Santana says glancing up at Brett.

"A beer," Brett says.

"Are you having fun?" Brett asks as they wait for their drinks.

"Yes, are you?" Santana asks back.

"Yes,"

The bartender brings them their drinks and Brett gives him a twenty. They head over to a small table in the corner.

"It's been too long since we've been clubbing." Santana says.

"It has," Brett agrees. "When the season ends, I'll make it up to you." he promises.

"I know you will." Santana says leaning over and giving him a deep kiss.

After they finish their drinks, Brett leads Santana back onto the dance floor. He wraps his arm around her, pulling her into his body as they dance. They're completely in rhythm with each other.

"I'm horny!" Santana loudly says in his ear. "Let's go home."

"Okay," Brett says leading the way out of the club.

Brett hails them a cab. He keeps his arm wrapped around Santana and pulled into his side, glaring at the cabby who he thinks is glancing too much at Santana. Santana is oblivious to this as she's happily snuggled into Brett, rubbing his thighs getting closer and closer to his dick.

"Fuck San," Brett groans. "If you don't stop, everyone is going to see how hot I think you are."

"I want you nice and hard so you can fuck me hard when we get home." Santana whispers in his ear, gripping his clothed crotch.

She kisses him hard, swallowing his moans. Brett throws a fifty at the cabby when they arrive, lifting Santana out of the cab. He carries her up to their apartment. She's kissing his neck which distracts him as he tries to unlock the door.

"Babe," Brett moans.

He finally gets the door open, kicking it shut, stumbling towards their room. Ava hears the door open and comes out to say hi. She sees Brett stumbling with her twin in his arms making out and heads back into her room.

Brett manages to get them into their room. He gently places her on the bed, standing back.

"Well, are you just going to stand there or actually get down to pleasing me." Santana says biting her lip.

Brett throws off his shirt and steps out of his pants. Santana throws off her own clothes. He hovers over her.

"B," Santana moans arching up into him.

He takes her right nipple in his mouth, lightly sucking causing her to moan. He uses his left hand to squeeze her left boob.

"I need you." Santana moans using her knee to rub his dick.

"Of fuck," Brett groans sitting back.

He grabs his hard dick, pumping it a few times. Santana leans on her arm and watches him.

"Shit that's hot." Santana moans licking her lips.

She reaches over and pulls him towards her.

"Fuck me already," Santana orders.

Brett lines himself up and slowly guides himself into her. They both moan as he pushes into her. She wraps her arms around his shoulders, pushing him more into her.

"So big," Santana groans. "Fuck me already."

Brett places his hands on either side of her head. He starts thrusting hard into her.

"So tight," Brett groans.

Santana wraps her legs around his waist so he thrusts deeper. He speeds up his thrusts.

"I'm close," Brett groans, stilling as he cums.

They flip over and continue fucking into the early morning.

It isn't until nearly noon that they get up and head into the kitchen the next morning. Ava is glaring at them as Santana starts making them pancakes.

"Next time you two want to go at it all night loudly, please let me know so I can be elsewhere." Ava tells them. "You two kept me up half the night."

Brett blushes, hanging his head, extremely embarrassed by her comments.

"You should have banged on the wall to let us know we were too loud." Santana shoots back.

"I will next time." Ava says.