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Brett didn't know how to process the threat he was given. He can't believe this is happening. How did Puck even get that recording, the pictures made sense, they were on the same team, changing in the same room. But the recording took place on Brett's front porch.

He laid back onto Julia's bed and tried to think of something, anything. There was no way in hell he was losing his siblings, not when he's been taking care of them for most of his life. But he's also not losing Santana, his other form of happiness. He'll think of something, he has too.

As he laid in the bed and thought of every possibility or plan he could use, he slowly drifted to sleep.

He was woken up by small cold hands on his cheeks.

"B?" He heard Ty say.

Brett grunted and moved to stretch his limbs. Finally opening his eyes, connecting with the same bright blues as his own.

"Hey Ty, what time is it?" Brett asks as he lifts his head with a grunt. He checks his phone and shoots up once he realizes it's already 8:15. "Shit! I slept in. Fuck! I still gotta get you guys ready and make breakfast, we still need to drive to school-"

"B. Sanny told me to wake you up," Ty said as if Brett should have known.

"Santanas still here?" He asked as he looked to Lily's bed which was made. 'Shit! I never woke her up!' He thought to himself.

"Yea, she made Nutella and strawberry pancakes and our lunches. She helped me choose my outfit!" Ty said excitedly looking down to his khaki pants with a grey/blue flannel top. He actually looked really cute. "Come on, she's waiting." Ty headed for the door, leaving a still half asleep Brett.

Brett attempted to shake the sleep from his head and got up. He stretched again and made a move to the kitchen. Once downstairs and entering the kitchen, he sees Lily who is also dressed sitting at the table, Ty beside her and Santana standing at the sink wearing the same pair of sweats and sweater from yesterday.

Santana turned as she put a dish in the dry rack, noticing Brett's presence. "Hey Brett, there should be enough food, hurry up and eat so we can go." She goes back to cleaning and Brett just stands there shocked.

'How did she get them dressed and ready for school by 8:15?' He thought himself. He slowly walked up to the table and started eating.

"Sanny, can you come over all the time and babysit us?" Lily asks as she finishes up her breakfast. Santana just laughed and turned to her.

"I wish, but I have to go home to my family too."

"Awww, but I like when you come over. Your fun." Ty says with a pout.

Santana is now leaning against the sink watching the three Pierces at the table.

"Hey! I'm fun." Brett half complains half whines out.

"Not like Sanny, we did so much yesterday," Lily says as she starts to list everything they did. Brett just looks over to Santana with a smile. She has a faint blush on her cheeks and just smiles back.

"Yea, your boring," Ty adds as he finishes his breakfast.

"I am not!" Brett argues back.

"Are too!" Both Lily and Ty reply. Santana continues to laugh.

"Okay guys, grab your stuff cus we gotta leave now." Santana grabs their plates and puts them in the sink. The two kids run off to grab their final items and their bags. Brett gets up once it's cleared and walks over to Santana.

"You are amazing." He says as he engulfs her into a hug.

"Its okay B, it's just breakfast." Santana tried to shrug off the compliment.

"No, seriously, you got them dressed, fed, and ready to go by." Brett looks down at his phone then back up to her. "By 8:30. We usually don't leave till 8:50 on a good day."

Santana just hugs him back, taking in the protective feeling.

"Of course, you seemed to get home late so I just thought you could use the sleep."

"Sorry about not waking you up. I was gonna but I just crashed."

"Yea, I noticed. Looked kinda creepy B, you just sleept on the bed next to us." She says with a laugh.

"No! I swear I was gonna wake you, I just got distracted wit-"

"It's okay, I don't mind. I texted Dante this morning, he was a little upset but he's okay." She said pulling away from the hug once she hears little footsteps. "You should get ready, we need to leave."

Brett nods and heads to his room. 10 minutes later they're all in the car and heading to Quinn's house.

As Brett pulls up to the curb, Quinn and Kyle exit the house. Kyle runs to the car as Quinn casually walks. Santana gets out and opens the sliding door, helping Kyle in.

"Hey, San." Quinn says with a smile as she approaches.

"Hey, I didn't know Brett picks you up." Santana replied as she helped Quinn into the back, she closed the door once Quinn was safely in.

"Yea, hes been doing it for 2 weeks now." Quinn buckles herself and Kyle up. Santana also hops in while Brett starts to take off.

"That's nice of you." Santana says as she turns to Brett.

Brett shrugs as he continues to look forward. "How else was I gonna bribe her to become my friend?" He jokes.

"So did Brett also pick you up San?" Quinn asked from the back seat.

"Um, no I ended up staying the night again."

Quinn raised her eyebrow at the comment. "You did?" She asked suspiciously.

"Yea she babysat, remember? I got home late and she was already sleeping." Brett added he could feel Quinns eyes on him.

"Oh, did the kids have fun?" Quinn asked Santana but also loud enough the kids could hear.

"Yes! We did so much fun stuff!" Ty screamed out.

The three teens laughed at their adorable excitement.

Brett pulled into the elementary school and the three younger kids all jumped out.

"Okay, well be here, same time." Brett says to them. "Bye!"

"Bye!" They all say as Lily walks both boys to the kindergarten area. The three teens watched until Lily dropped the boys off. Brett continued to drive until they got to school.


With 10 minutes to spare they parked the car.

"Okay, I'll see you guys in class, gotta go change." Santana says heading towards the school, still wearing the sweats and sweater she borrowed from Brett.

"Bye!", "Later?" Quinn and Brett say at the same time.

The two watched as Santana headed to the front entrance, she turned and gave a small smile and wave, mainly to Brett but from the distance, it looked like to both of them. They continued to walk to the school, taking their time.

"Soooo. Anything you need to tell me?" Quinn asked

"Nope." Brett said as he popped the P.

"You sure?" Cus I went to bed saturday with you miserable and woke up to you happy with San in the house. I'm genuinely interested as to what happened?"

"I said it yesterday. Tina dropped her off drunk, she was supposed to go to yours but you weren't home. I talked to her and apologised, she forgave me. We're good now." They kept walking, Quinn placed her hand on his arm, stopping him.

"Brett, I know Santana. She was upset Saturday night. There is no way she would willingly go to your place, stay the night and forgive you. And even act all nice to you the day after. She's not one to forgive easily. I know what she heard hurt her feelings, badly. She really likes you." Quinn looked into Brett's eyes. She was giving him that motherly stern look as if almost scolding him for not telling her the truth.

Brett released a sigh. 'I have to tell her, its Quinn. If not she will find out somehow then kill me for not telling her' Brett thought to himself.

Quinn watched as the gears in his head moved. She waited for him to say something but he just had a distant look in his eyes.

"Hello, Brett? Are you even here right now?" She asked half serious and half a joke.

Brett was pulled from this thoughts as he looked back to Quinn with a confused look. "Sorry."

"Talk to me Brett, don't shut me out." She almost pleaded. Brett looked over to the front entrance of the school and saw Puck and his goons laughing as they walked in. His jaw clenched and this hands turned to fists, Quinn noticed his change in mood.

Brett quickly grabbed Quinn's arm and pulled her over to a tree where Puck and his friends couldn't see them.

"I'm going to tell you two things, and I need you to stay calm or you're never getting a drive home or to school again." He said with a serious face.

Quinn just laughed at how serious he was being. "Really Brett? Threatening me with a drive to and from school? Just tell me, schools about to start."

Brett gave her a quick glare before continuing. "Okay, so Tina dropped Santana off, she was drunk and supposed to go to yours. You were right, she was mad and not forgiving. She locked me out of the house and literally kicked me out of my bed. But I talked to her." He said as he looked around and spoke again but in a lower voice. "I took your advice and told her how I feel about her."

Quinn got so excited she tried not to squeal. "And what did she say?" Quinn asked eagerly.

"She wouldn't listen at first, but she eventually did. We talked and we both like each other."

Quinn squealed this time and started jumping as she pushed Brett around. "OH MY GOD BRETT I TOLD YOU!" She basically screamed.

Brett quickly covered her mouth and looked around them. Quinn raised her eyebrow and gave him a confused look.

"Shhhhhhh! please there's another part to this!" He hisses out. Quinn nods as he still covers her mouth. "We aren't telling anyone, but we both like each other okay? It needs to stay a secret. We agreed to not tell anyone but I couldn't lie to you." He whispered out.

Quinn was vibrating with excitement from what she's hearing. With her mouth still covered she mumbles into Brett's hand.

"What's that?" He asks as he removes his hand.

"I said finally! You two were so obvious with your looks, thank god I don't have to push this anymore." She said as a joke and in relief. "But why keep it a secret?" She asks.

"From my dad, I can't let him do anything to her, I won't let him." Brett says firmly.

Quinn nods her head as she gives him a supportive smile. "Okay I get it, that makes sense, but why from everyone?" She asks still confused.

Brett looks around once again and sees everyone heading into the school, as the bell is about to ring.

"Well at first it was mainly because my dad might send someone to watch me, but then I was thinking about Dante and Sam. Then there's Puck." He finishes with a sigh as he reaches for his phone.

"Okay, I get your dad, maybe even a little bit for Sam and Dante, but who the fuck cares about Puck!" Quinn says a little annoyed that Puck still has control over Santana.

Brett types something into his phone then hands it over to Quinn. "Because of this." He shows her the messages from the other night. Quinn grabs the phone and starts to read them. "I got this last night. He's threatening of going to the cops about my father, he wants me to stay away from Santana. He has proof."

Quinn scrolls through the photos then presses the audio message.

"What if the guy who attacked you is back? What if he broke in? I mean he dragged you from your house right?"

Quinn listens as the audio starts to play.

"Wait stop, it's not. And even if it is, you can't call the cops."

"Why not Brett, whoever attacked you almost killed you!"

"It's a long story okay?"

"You know who it is. Tell me."

"Fine, but don't tell anyone. Got it? It was my father, long story short we moved here because he did illegal stuff in LA. And he is an abusive asshole, he outsmarted me last weekend."

"Y-y-y-your dad? H-he beats y-y-you?"

"Yes Mike, my life isn't all rainbows and unicorns. I have no mom, and my dad abuses me. And only me if your wondering, I never let him touch my siblings. He doesn't even live with us. The other night was the first time I have seen him since we moved here. He always comes looking for money."

Brett grabs the phone, stopping the audio. "It's a conversation Mike and I had on Thursday. It was just us two on my porch. I have no idea how he got it but he did. Quinn, I can't let him report my dad. Social services will take my siblings away from me, I'll lose them before I can get legal guardianship. And there is no way in HELL I'm going to stay away from Santana, we just admitted our feelings. GOSH, Puck is such as ass!" Brett turns and kicks the tree as he releases a frustrated grunt.

"He seriously sent this? Does San know?" Quinn asks, she's not sure if she's scared or pissed off.

"No, I cant. Not yet at least, I mean we just talked on Saturday. I don't want her to make stupid decisions for me."

Quinn stares at Brett, she goes to speak and the bell goes off. They both look to the school to see the last of the students walking in.

Quinn grabs Brett's arm and pulls him towards the school. "No, no your probably right. She will only do something stupid. We're not letting him get away with this. But you have to soon though, I think its worse if she's not talking to you because shes mad you hid this."

They both speed walk into the school. Brett nodding knowing Quinn is right. If he doesn't tell Santana then he'll be in more trouble.

They both walk into Spanish late, Mr Schue gives them a nod as he continues with his lesson. Quinn walks to sit beside Dante as Brett walks to the back of the classroom and sits in his seat next to Santana. She gives him a confused look the whole time.

"Where have you been? We got here early today, why are you late?" She asks.

Brett turns to look at her and notices shes no longer wearing the sweats she borrowed but was now in a new clean cheerios uniform. The snapping of fingers caught his attention from checking her out.

"Hey, why are you late?" She asks again.

"Oh, Quinn and I got carried away in conversation." He says then turns to face the board.

"What?" She asks confused.

Brett looks around the room to see Puck staring at him. He does the motion of slicing a neck open as he glares at Brett. Brett just looks away, pissed but also a little nervous. He continues to look at the front as he whispers to Santana. "Just, I'll tell you later okay, just face the front." He hisses with clenched teeth.

Santana slowly does as told, but gives Brett a few subtle looks. Shes still confused but also a little upset. She didn't think when they agreed on being a secret that he would ignore her fully. She slouched in her seat as a frown appeared on her face.

Brett noticing her change in mood slowly reached over grabbing her right hand with his left, he gave her a squeeze hoping it will brighten her mood. 'I mean no one can see our hands, the desk covers it. We should be good.' He thinks to himself. Santana looks at their connected hands, a small smile appears as she looks over to Brett. He slowly slides a piece of paper into her lap.

She opens it and reads:

Please don't be upset, I have a reason

She turned to him, he was watching her as she read the note, hoping she won't ask questions. She just nodded and smiled as she looked back to the front, still holding his hand.

Throughout the rest of class Puck would occasionally look back to Brett and Santana. Brett didn't talk or look to Santana, it was visibly obvious he was ignoring her. But occasionally he would squeeze her hand, hoping she knew there was a reason to his actions. She would just Squeeze his hand back. The best part of them holding hands was how Santana was a lefty and Brett was a righty. They could both do their work as they held hands which made Brett really happy. After class ended they separated and left for their next class, which was Math.

Santana left with Quinn while Brett joined Dante, Sam, and Mike.

"So, you and Brett didn't talk much in Spanish, is something wrong?" Quinn asked pretending Brett hadn't told her anything this morning.

"The real question is how you and Brett were late for class when we showed up early." Santana shot back.

"If we're gonna be like that, then the actual questions is what the hell is going on with you and Brett! I saw you leave his house upset, I don't understand how he apologised and you forgave him so easily. You hate Marley, and you really like Brett. So spill!" Quinn replied, she was able to make Santana a little flustered with 'catching her'. Santana should have known they could never hide anything from Quinn.

Santana grabbed Quinn's arm and pulled her into the girl's bathroom. She closed and locked the door, then proceeded to check under the stalls to make sure they were alone.

"Fine! I know your gonna figure it out. But I didn't just forgive him. We talked, and he told me he liked me a lot. He explained why he went out with Marley and the stuff with his dad." Santana said in an annoyed tone for telling Quinn, she had her arms crossed over her chest and her hip cocked.

"And?" Quinn dragged out.

"And we're together. But it's supposed to be a secret! No one can know because of his father." Santana quickly says before Quinn can squeal.

"Yea I know, Brett told me this morning, that's why we were late." Quinn said as she laughed at Santana's red cheeks.

"You asshole!" Santana laughed out as she playfully hit Quinn in the arm. "You knew and still got me to talk."

"Well of course. You had to tell me yourself, I wasn't going to tell you this."

"Yeah well, its a secret okay."

"Yea, don't worry I got it. So what are you guys dating now?" Quinn asked with a teasing smirk on her face.

Santana goes to reply but stops, mouth opened as she justs stares at Quinn. 'What are we? I mean we both admitted we liked each other, love even. But it was never said if they were dating.' Santana thought to herself.

Quinn laughs at her actions.

"I, I don't know. We never discussed that." Santana replied.

"So you guys said you liked each other but didn't talk about dating?" Quinn asked confused.

"Yea, we kind of fell asleep. He was really emotional, and he was crying." Santana said sadly, remembering the hurt in his blue eyes.

"Oh." Quinn said sadly, also remembering seeing him cry.

"Yea." Santana says quietly she looks from the floor up to Quinn. "But he's a really good kisser." She says with a teasing smile.

Quinn's eyes snap up to Santanas and a huge smile appears on her face. She starts jumping and squealing. "No way! You guys kissed? How was it? Was it good? Did you do it more than once?" Quinn shot out her questions, too fast for Santana to process them.

"Gosh Q, calm down with the questions." She laughs out. " I'll tell you one thing. It felt amazing." She said with a smile.

The bell went off signalling that second period was about to start. The two girls unlock the door and head to class. Quinn gives Santana a side hug as they walk.

"I'm so happy for you, are you happy?" Quinn asks.

Santana nods with a smile. "I'm so happy Q, he just makes me happy, I have no anger when he's near. And the kisses, I feel like I'm floating when it happens."

Quinn squeals again as she gives Santana a full hug this time. They were right outside their next class as they pulled apart. "I'm glad, you deserve happiness and not... Puck." Quinn says as she makes a discussed face when saying Pucks name. "But I think you should ask about the dating part, just in case."

Santana nods as they walk into the class, they notice Mr Jones writing the lesson on the board as they continued to talk. Since Santana broke up with Puck, she decided to change all her paired seats with him, so she can sit beside Quinn. The two girls had turned down the aisle of desks. They both looked up just in time to see Marley and Brett kissing at their desk at the back.

Both girls freeze in their tracks. Quinns face goes from shocked to nervous as she looks over to Santana. Santana on the other hand goes immediately to anger. Her eyebrows pinch and her top lip raises in disgust.

"Oh shit!" Quinn whispers out.


Brett was just sitting at his desk. He made it to math with 5 minutes to spare, so he sat down and pulled his phone out to text Mike.

To Mike: Hey man, can we talk after school? I have a minor problem I need some help with

He sends the text and goes to reply to Julia who wanted to make sure they all made it to school alive without her. He laughed and replied.

When Mike messaged back, Brett opened and started to read it. Before he could finish there was a hand on his chin pulling his face to his left. His eyes didn't even leave his phone before someone planted their lips to his.

He finally looked to whoever it was, with the proximity, it was hard to see. He couldn't tell who it was but his brain kept telling him it wasn't Santana's lips. He tried to pull away but the hand on the back of his head kept him in place. He still hadn't kissed back, but finally, he places his hands on the person's shoulders and pushed them off.

Slowly Marley pulled away with a smile. "Hey." She said as she sat down beside him grabbing her books out.

Brett stared at her with his mouth hanging open. 'Fuck! I forgot about Marley.' He thought to himself. The loud sound of a chair moving caught his attention. He looked up in time to see Santana aggressively placing her bag on the ground as she sits. Brett's eyes shift over to Quinn who was still standing in the same spot, staring with her mouth also hanging open in shock.

Mr Jones clears his throat, a sign he's about to start the lesson. Quinn closes her mouth and slowly makes her way to her seat beside Santana. She glances back with the same shocked expression as before. 'I did not see that coming' She thought to herself.

As the same lesson from the other day is being taught, Quinn occasionally looks to Santana. She can tell shes stiff and angry. Not only does her posture show it but the sound of the led from her pencil breaking every five minutes does. Quinn prays she doesn't make a scene. "Hey, I know that... was confusing and all, but don't get mad-"

"Quinn I'm not mad. Not at Brett at least." Santana quietly hisses back.

"Well, that doesn't convince me when your pencil keeps breaking every 5 minutes." Quinn smartly says which only causes Santana to let out a frustrated grunt. "You're not even writing the stuff down, just drawing a-." Quinn says as she looks down at what Santana is scribbling. "A girl getting stabbed in the face?"

Santana sighs as she slams her pencil onto her paper. "Okay, fine! I'm mad. I'm really fucking mad. Of course that bitch has to flaunt that she 'has' him." Santana lowly growls out. "And what do you expect me to do, our lovely teacher has been on this exact topic for a week now."

Quinn also releases a sigh. "I know, it's boring. But please don't do anything-"

"I won't Q. Remember, Brett doesn't like violence. I have to be nice." She says in a funny voice as she rolls her eyes.

Quinn tries to hide her laugh but it doesn't work. She lets out a snort which causes Santana to burst out laughing as well.

The class turned to the laughing girls, gaining attention. "Ladies, is there something funny?" Mr Jones asked.

Both girls shook their heads as Quinn replied. "No sir."

Santana couldn't help herself and continued to giggle. Mr Jones did not like this.

"Mrs Lopez, your still giggling. Care to tell the class what's so funny?" He asks with a smug smile. Santanas laughing dies down as she glares at the teacher. 'Ugh, Mr fucking Jones always gotta be an ass.' She thinks to herself.

"Oh yes, this class is hilarious and same goes for the pathetic people in it." She scoffs out as she side glances to the back of the room.

Some of the students in the class start to chuckle, Quinn gently nudges Santana in the ribs in a scolding way.

"Mrs Lopez, I would watch your tone if I were you, or that's detention."

Santana just rolls her eyes. "Oh bite me, I might actually learn something then. You keep teaching the same fucking lesson over and over. Change it up before I become older than you!" She snaps as she crosses her arms over her chest.

Quinn just drops her head to the desk. "Here we go." She says to herself, she was expecting a scene from Santana. At least shes not physically killing Marley.

"MRS LOPEZ!" Mr Jones practically yells out. Some of the students jump from how sudden it was. Santana on the other hand expected his anger. She sat casually as she cleaned her nails. Looking like she gave zero fucks. Of course that only pissed Mr Jones off more. "I will-" He starts but Santana cuts him off.

"Will what? Give me detention? Wait till Sue hears about it. You'll get it worse than me!" She challenges him back.

Mr Jones went from angry to slightly scared. He cleared his throat and turned back to the board casually saying, "Just keep it down!".

While he continues to teach, Santana plants an achieved smile on her face. She sits back and continues to file her nails. She looks around to see some students still staring at her. She jerks forward with her famous HBIC look, scaring them to the point of turning. She leans back in her seat satisfied.

"Well, at least you didn't kill Marley." Quinn says somewhat regretting what just happened but also thankful.

When Santana hears the bitches name, her smile fades and its replaced with a frown. "Fuck!" She hisses under her breath.


Brett sat with a shocked face as Sanatan snaps at Mr Jones. He's surprised she would just call him out in front of everyone, I mean he's the freaking teacher! He does have to admit, they've heard the same lesson for a week.

But during her rant, he swears he saw her look back at him. Or maybe to Marley? He didn't know how pissed she was or if it was even at him. He knows she saw Marley kiss him. He's just not sure how well she's taking it.

"Jeeze whats the bitches problem?" Marley asks with an annoyed tone.

"hey, she's not a bitch!" Brett quickly defends Santana, he's already forgotten about their agreement. He's just really protective of her.

"What?" Marley challenges him with a raised eyebrow.

"I- we're friends, don't talk about her like that. You know I don't like it."

Marley just rolls her eyes and turns her body to fully face Brett. "Listen B, I'm sorry I have to be the controlling girlfriend, but she's a bitch. And I will not let you speak or associate with her. You need to start ignoring her." She says it with a sweet voice, but Brett can hear the demand in it.

'What the fuck is going on? First, is dad, then Puck, and now Marley? Why does the universe not want me to date, Santana?' He thinks to himself. He doesn't get the chance to respond as the bell rings. Marley is up and kissing his cheek as she leaves for her next class. "Bye B, see you later."

Brett sits in his seat confused. "What just happened?" He mumbled out. He looked up in time to see Santana leaving her desk with Quinn right beside her. Brett quickly grabs his things and makes a run to catch up to them.

"Hey listen, I can-" He's cut off by the door to the girl's changeroom being closed on his face. Santana was definitely mad. He turns to look at Quinn. "How mad is she?" He asks hesitantly.

"Mad, but not at you. I think you should, uh, clear some things up with Marley before you talk to San again." She says giving Brett a sympathetic pat on his shoulder.

"Quinn, she thinks we're dating. She just told me I can't be friends with Santana anymore."

Quinn halts her movements from entering the changeroom and turns to Brett with a 'what the fuck' look. "She didn't."

"Yea she did. I didn't even ask her out, we just kissed. Does kissing mean you date now? Because then I would have a lot of Girlfriends." He weakly jokes out. He's got so much going on in his head he can't even make a joke. How pathetic.

Quinn just slaps his arm. "Shut up. Just tell Marley you arent dating then talk to San. The sooner the better. Shes boiling up and I don't know how long it will be until she explodes and kills Marley.

Brett nods and goes to scratch his face in thought. "Yeah okay, I will. Thanks, Q." he says heading to the gym.

"No problem. Good luck." She says as she walks into the girl's change room.


At lunch, Santana and Quinn had a cheer meet so they didn't get the chance to eat with the others. Third period had also passed, the whole gym class, Santana was thinking about Marley kissing Brett. She hated it, the feeling she got seeing it, she wanted to throw up, kill her, and cry all at the same time. But technically she could kiss him. She wasn't dating Brett. Honestly, she has no idea what they are. At this point, she isn't even mad, just confused.

She was walking to her last class, Engish. 'I should ask him.' She thought as she rounded the corner and proceeded down a different hall. 'I mean what are we? Do we just kiss? Or is this more?' She continued to think. She looked up as someone almost walked into her. "Hey catch it!" She snapped.

She rolled her eyes and scoffed. 'How dare they.' She gives them a mother dirty look but notices a tall figure and a flash of blonde hair. "Brett!" She whispers when she sees him leaving his locker. She speeds up her walking and makes her way up to him. She has to push herself more than usual because he has long fucking legs. But once she reaches him, she grabs his arm and pulls him into a janitors closet. They both stumble in as Santana quickly closes the door, making sure no one saw.

"Santana?" Brett asked confused at first, then he noticed her angry face. "Wait, I can explain about earlier-" She cuts him off by raising her hand.

"Don't bother, I'm not mad." She says finally looking at his face. Once their eyes connect, her stiff angry posture and look fades away while a soft caring smile takes its place.

Brett doesn't know if he can trust her. I mean her moods change fast. "Yea?" He asked still unsure.

Santana just playfully rolls her eyes and slaps his arms. "Come on B, I promise I'm not mad." She says with a warm smile.

Brett can't hold it any longer, he lets his lips twitch up and he moves to hug her. Just before he can enguelf her in a hug, she slaps him in the chest three times. Brett quickly jumps back covering his chest from any other incoming hits. "Hey! You said you weren't mad!" He asked defensively.

Santana just shrugged her shoulders. She didn't have an angry face, but a neutral one. "I'm not mad, but you deserve that."

"Why!" He asked still defensively as he rubbed his sore chest.

"Because we agreed on being a secret and you told MY best friend what we talked about! She came up to me trying to prod it out of me!" Santana said slightly upset.

"I'm sorry, she was just asking so many questions this morning." He was now pacing the closet, hands moving as he spoke. "And I had to tell her something, which I also have to tell you." He stops to point at her, the goes back to pacing. "But its Quinn, she would have found out sooner or later and it would be better if one of us told her instead of her finding out and getting mad. She has been trying to set us up for a week."

"What do you have to tell me? Actually, what about first period? Why were you being so weird?" She asked confused.

"Oh well, that's what I have to tell you." He says grabbing his phone out. He hands her the phone and points to the messages he received last night. "I got those last night."

Santana reads the first message and scrolls through the pictures gasping. "I forgot how bad those bruises were."She said looking up to Brett with a sad look.

"I know San, but just read the message."

She reads the message again then press the recording. It starts to play and they both stand silently as they hear both Brett and Mikes voices. "What is this?" She asks him.

A threat from your lovely ex. He's threatening to go to the cops about my dad. Says he'll separate me and my siblings."

"Where did he get the audio?"

"No clue, that conversation was on my front porch. Only Mine and I were there."

"What does he want you to do?" She asks hesitantly, she has a feeling what he wants.

"To stay completely away from you." He says sadly.

"B." Santana whispers as she walks up to him and hugs him. "I'm sorry, I can fix this. Don't worry." She tries to reassure him, but Brett just shakes his head as he pulls away from the hug.

"No, don't do anything. Mike and I will come up with something. I don't want you in the middle of this."

"But I'm already the main topic, so why not help you out?"

"Trust me Santana, the last thing we need is him getting close to you and trying shit."

Santana can't fight him. Usually, she would with her friends, but she trusts he will be okay. "Fine!"

"Um, there's also one more thing." He says hesitantly. Santana notices this and squints her eyes as she stares at him.

"What now?"

"I'm going to solve it, I promise. But Marley thinks I'm her boyfriend. That's why she kissed me."

Santana just rolled her eyes and let about an angry sigh. "Of course she does."

"That's not all." Brett adds.

"What else? I'm kinda done with all these problems."

"She demanded we not be friends. Kinda like Puck, but she's using her 'girlfriend' card against me?"

Brett waits for Santana to snap. A ticking bomb. Any second now. Yep, just when you don't expect it.

"Just fix it, Brett. okay?" She sounded tired as she pinched her nose.

"I promise I will. Seriously, I don't want her. I want you." He says taking a step closer to her. He was now right in front of her, she was still looking down as she pinched the bridge of her nose. "Just you."

She looks up smiling at him. "I want you to Brett."

Brett likes her saying she wants him. He gives her a big hug, both felling the stress disappear from their contact.

"Actually I have a question." Santana asks as she pulls away.

A frown appears on Brett's face from the loss of contact. "Yea?" He asks.

"What are we? I know we said we like each other, but what are we?"

"We?" He asks with an amused smile, eyebrow raised.

Santana just hits his arm getting frustrated. "Yea, are we dating or what?" She kinda snapped getting fed up with his teasing.

Brett laughed at her reaction. Santana felt humiliated from his reaction. She was about to fully snap on him when he reached for her hands, pulling them up to their chest level.

"Well I was gonna ask you on Wednesday, but I guess now can work. Santana Lopez, will you go on a date with me this weekend?"

Her face as blank for second before a huge smile appeared. She excitedly jumped up and down before jumping into his arms. "Yes! Gosh, I thought you were gonna tell me I dreamt the past weekend."

"What? no, I just had this plan. I was going to get you flowers and get Ty to help me and everything." Santana smiled at his idea, she gave him a soft kiss before laughing.

"Ty? I thought we were a secret?" She asked

"Well, Ty has known that I've liked you for a week. Plus he's good with secrets." Brett shrugged as he joined in laughing. The bell rang, warning for the final period. "Okay let's go, I can't be let again."

"Yea come on." She says grabbing his hand and pulling him out of the closet. The halls were empty, everyone already at or almost at class. they walked hand in hand until they reached the door.

"We have that project work together remember?" Santana asked as they walked into eh room. She followed Brett to his desk in the back.

"Oh yea, well Puck can't get mad at that, right? I mean we're already partners." Brett asked worriedly.

They both sat down as the final students piled in.

"Its okay B, We should be okay."

"Okay class, sit with your partners. This work is due tomorrow." Mrs Smith says attempting to gather the rooms attention.

Brett subtly cowered away. He's dreading tomorrow, So far today he's had so much going on that he forgot. A frown appeared on his face as Mrs Smith spoke to the class. 'It's okay, I'll just stay home and lay in bed all day, watching 50 first dates on repeat.' He thought to himself. He was to busy thinking to hear what Mrs Smith had to say, eh, he'll just ask San later.

"Okay start working, you have today class to finish." Mrs Smith said.

The class started to do their work. Brett and Santana were almost done. They had to make a presentation about any book of their choice. Surprisingly Santana chose Harry potter and the prisoner of Askaban. Brett was shocked but perfectly fine with it, Both Lily and Julia have forced him to watch the whole series to the point he enjoys it.

Brett was just typing something down when of all people, Puck approaches their desk.

"Hey, San." He says with a sweet smile. Then he looks to Brett and basically growls. "Betty."

Santana gives Brett a 'Seriously?' look as she tries not to laugh at Puck's nickname for him.

"San, so have you thought about my offer? I promise you a good time." He says giving Santana a 'flirtatious wink', it just looked like he had to fart or something.

But Brett hearing Puck says he promises her a good time, his jaw clenches and his left hand which is under the desk is formed into a fist. He so badly wants to say something, even punch the ass. But he can't, that wouldn't keep Santana and him a secret. So he sat there while Puck attempted to flirt with her. Santana on the other hand was obviously shrugging him off. But he just wouldn't take a hint. Not until Sam and Dante walked over.

"Beat it Puck, San said no the first 100 times." Dante says with attitude.

"Yea leave her alone!" Sam adds trying to act tough for Santana.

Brett just looks to the approaching guys then back to Santana. "See you later Babe, think about my offer." He winked again which made Brett gag.

Santana heard Brett's dramatic gag and laughed. Puck was acting desperate.

The two boys walked up with a smile. "Hey B, what did coach say?" Dante asked.

Both Santana and Brett looked up. Brett smiling at both boys as Santana just looked at Brett with a confused look.

"She said, of course I'm still on the team. I told her I was having a bad day, and that's why I flipped."

"Thanks, B. Again I'm sorry for how I acted. It was dumb." Dante said guiltily looking down to the floor."

"You should feel dumb, Brett could have gotten hurt. And you two idiots listened to Puck of all people. You're worse than dumb, you ass holes. I cat believe you tried to push Brett to quit, and he still fucking forgave you guys. Well, I'm not that easy, if he won't torture you guys then I will." Santana snapped to her brother and Sam.

Brett placed a hand onto her leg to hopefully calm her down. It in fact worked, she looked to his hand and then to him with a smile.

"Were sorry San, Brett knows that." Sam says also guilty.

Santana stands up. "I don't care, I'm mad. And so is Quinn so don't think you guys are off the hook." She says as she heads to the front asking Mrs Smith a question.

The two boys stay back with Brett. "Well I'm glad coach said you still on the team We got a hefty practice on Wednesday, so be ready. We gotta win this big game on Friday." Dante says as they head to their own desks.

"I'm ready." Brett replies as he finishes up the project.

Santana walks back to her seat beside Brett as the bell rings.

"Okay class, remember tomorrows class is mandatory. You have to show up to get this 25% mark. If you don't, then you will end up failing. So please show up."

Brett froze while he packed his bag. 'Did she just say mandatory? That we'll fail if we don't show?' He thought to himself.

He waited back to talk to Mrs Smith about tomorrow. Santana, Quinn, Dante, Sam, and Mike all looked to Brett, waiting for him. He waved them off with an "I'll be one sec." They all nod and head for the parking lot.

As the class empties, Brett walks up to Mrs Smiths desk. "Mrs Smith, can I have a word?" He asks.

Mrs Smith looks up with a smile. "Sure Brett, what's up?" She asks.

"It's about tomorrow, I can't come-" He's cut off by her.

"Sorry Brett, no excuses. you have to be here, no one gets accommodations." She firmly says. Of course shes strict about it. Half the guys in the class already tried to get out of coming in.

"No Miss, I won't be here-" He's cut off once again by her.

"I said no Brett, Show up or its a fail." She snaps. He can see shes annoyed, but he's not failing because he can't show up. If it was anything else he would just go. But he won't be himself tomorrow, he just needs to be alone.

Miss, Please listen-" For the third, she cuts him off. Brett is starting to get annoyed. She won't even let him get five words in.

"Brett!" She says in a low warning tone.

"You know what? This is fucking bull!" He shouts. "I'm here politely trying to tell you something and you're just pushing me aside!" Brett knows that will piss her off, but he doesn't care. He's upset. He won't be able to survive tomorrow at school. With Puck, Marley, even his friends. He doesn't like attention, and he's got enough from his friends for a lifetime.

"Mr Pierce, you better watch your tone from now on!" She warns him.

"Miss, I can't come tomorrow because-" Nope, he's done. She cut him off for the fourth time.

"Mr Pierce, I said no accommodations. You either show up and receive the 25% or you don't and fail." She snaps for a final time, her hands on her hips as she glared at him.

Brett doesn't know what to do, he's so frustrated right now. 'I thought teachers were supposed to listen to you and help. Why is she continuously cutting me off!' He thinks angrily. Its no excuse but he's never himself around this time, and he does something he would never do.

"You know what! Fuck you! You won't even fucking listen to me! I'm trying to tell you something important but you're being a fucking bitch and cutting me off! What kind of teacher are you? Where the fuck did you get your degree? No wonder half the kids in this fucking class are failing, you probably don't even know how to fucking help anyone-!" He's cut off by Someone grabbing the collar of his jacket and pulling him out of the class. Brett hadn't even noticed he was yelling so hard, his face was red and his head felt like it was about to explode. He can tell he scared Mrs Smith, but she also looked beyond pissed.

Brett turned and noticed Mr Schue had grabbed Brett. he tugged him down the hall towards the choir room. Brett managed to twist out of his hold.

"Brett you need to calm down, now! You shouldn't talk to your teacher like that, in fact, anyone. That was very disrespectful of you. I'm sorry but I'm going to have to report you to Figgins." Mr Schue tried to say calmly but Brett could hear the anger in his tone.

Brett didn't even care though. He was angry and upset, that stupid teacher. "Mr Schue, Mrs Smith wouldn't even let me explain something. She cut me off four times!" Brett shot back. He wasn't able to calm down, he was wired and about to explode again.

"What? What's the problem?" Mr Schue asked.

Brett took a deep Breth, he tried to calm down as best as possible. 'Surely Mr Schue will listen.' He thought. "She said tomorrows class is mandatory if we don't show then we fail. I tried to explain that I couldn't go because my-"

"I'm sorry Brett, but that's what she said. You need to show up." Mr Schue cuts Brett off. Brett glares at Mr Scue. He's trying real hard to not explode.

"But I can't!" Brett snapped.

"Well if you want to pass then you will! Now don't be surprised if you have to see Principle Figgins tomorrow for what you said to Mrs Smith. I'm sure she will be expecting an apology." Mr Scue just shrugs this off, like its nothing. Why don't the teachers listen to their students?

"Fuck it!" brett shouts loud enough to startle passing students and Mr Schue himself.

"Brett! you know what? Go to the office now, you being rude!" Mr Scue tries to approach Brett. Brett just backs up and shouts again.

"No! Don't fucking touch me!" He snaps then turns to leave the school.

Mr Schue follows Brett but not too close, just in case Brett might attack, even though he never would. "Brett stop! HEY, I SAID STOP!" He yelled.

They had walked outside the school, Brett heading to his friends while Mr Schue stood at the doors. "BRETT!" He yelled again, this time scaring Brett friends.

"No! School over, you can't make me stay!" Brett yells back surprising his friends who were curiously watching.

"You better show tomorrow! Mr Figgins will be expecting you!" Mr Schue yells back as he enters the school.

Brett just keeps walking. He's afraid to look at his friends, knowing they all have questions. Especially, Santana and Quinn, they seem to care about him the most. So he just walks past them and to the car, hoping while slamming the door.

The others look to each other then back to Brett.

"Is he okay?" Sam asks

"Does he look okay?" Quinn asks Sam.

"He looks mad." Sam replies.

"Thank you captain obvious!" Santana snapped.

"Calm down San, he's just asking. No need to get angry at him." Dante said trying to defend his friend.

"Seriously Dante? Obviously Brett not okay. Does he normally yell? And to a teacher? No, so sorry if my comment was sarcastic but I didn't think we were asking stupid questions." She says to both Dante and Sam.

"Okay San, that enough. Brett forgave them." Quinn says as she shoves Santana a bit.

Santana lets out a sigh. "Fine! But you pull something like this again and I'm killing you both, got it?" She asks with a firm tone and a pointed look.

Both boys nod furiously. "Yes, we agree." Sam said, hoping she will finally be nice to them again.

"Okay well let's go, he's dropping us all off." Mike says as he heads for the car. The girls follow close behind as Sam and Dante are hesitant.

"I'm not in the front. I'm not dying today." Dante tried to joke out, Brett just gave him a glare which made him gulp. He quickly got in and sat in the back seats, as far as possible. Sam follows him as Mike sits in the middle seat.

"You can sit in the front San, I also don't want to die today." Quinn tries to play it off. Brett tries to send her a glare for the comment, but she sends him a look that Brett knows she uses to read him. He quickly looks away. After San gets in he speeds off.

"Stop at the basketball court b? Dante and Sam want to go practice." Mike says. Brett just nods as he turns down a street.

Once they reach the basketball court, the two boys jump out and send their thanks. Once the door is close, they're on there was again.

The ride is silent. Usually, Brett will fill the car with conversation, the three other teens can feel his anger radiating off of him. Once he slows down to a stop, they are finally at the elementary school.

"Hey Mike, wanna come grab the kids with me?" Quinn asks.

Mike looks to Brett than back to Quinn. "Yeah sure. Its gonna be a tight squeeze today." He jokes as they leave the car.

The car remains silent for 2 minutes until Santana breaks the silence. "Brett, what's wrong?" She asks starting to get concerned.

He doesn't know how to tell her. He doesn't want her attention, or the pity and the delicate conversation. He's a tough guy, but he needs to do this alone or he'll just become angrier.

But he won't give her attitude, he can't. So he lets out a sigh and tries to just shrug it off. "Sorry, I got into an argument with Mrs Smith, Mr Schue pulled me away and just pissed me off more. I promise I'm okay." He turns to her with a smile.

She stares at him with her eyes squinted. "You better not be lying to me, I'll be upset if you are." She tries to guilt-trip him but he doesn't budge.

"I'm serious, I'm okay." Brett shocked himself with how well he's hiding his anger. But with one look at Santana, she makes it easier to control it. "Thank you for asking though."

"No problem." She says as the van door opens and all the kids start to jump in. It was squishy today, they didn't have enough seats. Brett usually wouldn't do this but they ere a five-minute drive from his house. They had Ty, Kyle, Lily, and Katie squicked in the very back. Then they had Quinn, Mike and Julia in the middle row.

"Okay let's get home." Brett says as the kid's cheer. Quinn gives Santana a confused look, asking if Brett was truly okay. Santana just shrugged. She couldn't tell, he was hiding it very well.


Once they got home, the kids ran off to play while the older teens went into the kitchen. Santana and Quinn sat down at the island while Mike stood beside them. Brett was looking inside the fridge.

"Gosh are you ever not hungry?" Quinn jokes as Brett pulls out four cans of pop and a banana.

He just rolls his eyes at her playfulness. "Hush Quinn, it's for you." He hands her the banana and they each get a pop. "You know, because of the baby, you eat more. I just figured you were hungry."

Santana smiled at the gesture as Quinn took the banana and started to eat it, quite fast. "Thank god because I'm starving!" Quinn says with a chuckle.

"So what's up? What did you need to talk about?" Mike asks.

"I got a message from Puck threatening me he'll go to the cops about my dad." Brett starts, Quinn's eyes pop open. 'He's going to do this in front of Santana?' Quinn thinks to herself.

Mikes eyes also pop open in shock, but anger quickly takes over. "He what? Why?"

"He wants Brett to stay away from me." Santana finishes for Brett.

Brett looks at her with an apologetic smile.

"Wait, you told San already?" Quinn asks confused. She was expecting him to give it a few days at least. She looks over to Santana, expecting her to have an angry expression plastered onto her face. She's surprised to see Santana, calm?

"Yea I told her before English, we had a minor discussion." He says as he rubs his chest in memory of being slapped.

Santana just shrugs as she continues. "Anyway, we need a plan to fuck him up. I don't mind bringing the shovel, as long as Quinn can get me some gardening gloves. No WAY am I ruining these perfect nails." She says looking down at her perfectly manicured red nails.

Mikes eyebrows furrow together in concern. "You have a shovel? Ready at the disposal?"

"No Mike she doesn't. And NO, we're not killing him you crazy bitch!" Quinn snaps at Santana.

Santana just looks at Mike, nodding while mouthing 'i do'.

"Why would Quinn bring the gardening gloves? What about a body bag?" Brett asks.

"Well, you can bring that, then were complete." Santana says too excitedly.

Brett nods with a smile. Quinn gives both of them an 'are you fucking kidding me' look'. "No, no shovels, gloves, or body bags. He's living because WE." Quinn says pointing from one another. "Aren't fucking criminals." She lets out a frustrating sigh. "Can you guys be realistic at least?"

"Fine! No killing the ass, but he's not getting away with this!" Santana snaps.

"Agreed, how dare he try this. It's fucking crazy! He doesn't even care about the consequences, he just wants you." Mike says pointing at Santana.

"I know! I feel horrible about it." Santana looks down at her hands. "I mean it because he wants me, he's willing to get your family separated."

"San." Quinn quietly says.

"No San, it's not your fault. This ass thinks he has all this power. But he's about to get a reality check!" Brett says softly.

"So what are we going to do?" Mike asks.

"Well first." brett turns to Mike. "He somehow got a recording of our conversation from Thursday. The one where I told you about my dad. I have no clue how he managed to get it but he did."

"Fuck." Mike says shocked.

"Yea, so whatever we come up with, has to be well thought out so none of us gets into shit!" Quinn says to them all but stops at Santana, giving her a warning look.

"Quinn! I already said I wouldn't bring the shovel!" Santana says defensively.

"You're not going to beat him up either! were going to be subtle about it, as if we were never there!" Quinn continues to point at Santana in that scolding way a mom would.

"Ugh!" Santana grunts out while rolling her eyes. "Fine!"

Quinn nods, finally satisfied that Santana had processed what she said. "Okay."

"He deserves it though." Santana mumbles under her breath, she now had a pout. Quinn just sends her a glare.

"How?" Mike asks.

"No clue." Brett says frustratedly.

"Well, I do." Quinn says. All six eyes shoot up to her, waiting for her to continue. "He sent you pictures and a recording correct?" Quinn asks Brett.

He just slowly nods, a little lost from where she's getting at.

"Well, if you had evidence on someone, would you not want to have a backup? Just in case something happened to the original files?"

It took exactly two minutes for both Bretts and Mikes eyes to pop open, finally understanding her point. Santana just stood their lost.

"He must have copies! But I have no idea where." Mike says trying to think.

The three of them just sit silently, thinking about the possibilities. Santana had given up with following Quinn, her focus was now filing her nails, even though they were already perfect.

"Probably his laptop at home, he always puts shit on there." Santana randomly says, attention never leaving her nails.

The three teens turn to her. "Where is his laptop?" Brett asks.

"His room." Santana shrugs.

"I know what we can do." Mike says excitedly.

"That's too risky!" Quinn says before Mike can continue, she has a feeling of what he might suggest.

"What?" Brett asks.

"We go and clear his computer of his files, then all we have to do is get his phone and delete the messages." Mike says.

"That can work!" Brett says excitedly.

"Not really, his laptop never leaves his room." Santana says as shes still filing her nails.

"And this is what I wanted to avoid." Quinn says before Brett can suggest anything.

"Come on Q, I can quickly get in and out. No one would ever know I was there." Brett complains about his thought being rejected.

"No! Too risky!" She replies.

"We can think of a way." Mike says.

"How would you even get in? You know that's called breaking in and entering. Plus when would we know the house would be empty?" Quin asks.

"During the school day, His mom is at work and he's at school. No one in the house. Plus he hides a spare key under the welcome mat." Santana casually says.

Brett points up to Santana while staring at Quinn, Giving her a 'see' look.

Mike gives Santana an impressed look. Santana looks up to them shrugging. "What? We used to skip school and go to his." She said through a mumble.

Brett tries to ignore how her comment makes him feel. Jealously is it? Fuck Puck!

"Okay well, you going." Mike says to Santana.

Santana had finally stopped filing her nails and looks up to mike confused. "Going? Where?" She asks.

"You're going to his house. You clearly know your way around, and probably even his password." Mike replies with a smile.

Santana raises her eyebrows as she looks from Mike to Brett. "Were not going into his house."

"Finally, the smartest thing you've said so far." Quinn says in relief her and Santana were on the same page. Santana just elbows her in the ribs.

"Fine! I'll just go, but I need to know the details. Like where his room his, the login." Brett stops when Santana raises he =r hand in the air.

"No, you're not going alone." She says forcefully.

"San, I'm not losing you and my siblings. All he's ever been is an ass to me, and you. He's never treated you with respect." He says walking around the island to her side. "Please don't tell me not to, I will only disappoint you and I don't want that." He grabs her hand and gives her a pleading look.

She's hesitant. The last thing she wants is to lose him, or for him to lose his siblings. But she hates the idea of being in Puck's house. There are a lot of bad memories there. She lets out a sigh and nods her head.

"Fine, but I'm coming okay?" She says giving him no option to argue. He just nods and smiles as he gives her a big hug.

"Of course, I'm going to need your help." He says kissing her on her lips. He pulls away still staring at her. It's not until he hears someone clear their throat when they're broken out of their staring.

Brett looks to Quinn whos eyes keep shifting from him to something behind him. He turns and sees Mike. Fuck! He forgot Mike was there.

"That's... Cool..." Mike slowly says.

"Hey Mike, another thing. San and I are kind of a thing now. But its a secret, only Quinn and you know." Mike raises his eyebrow and gives Brett this blank face. Brett has no idea how Mikes taking this. "Mainly because of my father, but Puck doesn't really help either." He finishes slowly saying his last sentence.

Brett is immediately given a slap on the arm. "Hey!" He says turning while rubbing his arm.

"You ass! You got to tell two of our friends, not fair!" Santana basically whines with a pout while crossing her arms over her chest.

"I'm sorry, but he just saw us kiss, and that would be hard to lie about." Brett Replies quickly.

They all turn to Mike, waiting for a reaction. His face is still blank though. "Mike?" Brett asks hesitantly.

His blank expression is replaced by a huge smile. He gives Brett a huge hug while cheering. "Fuck yea! It's about time! you guys deserve to be together, but I guess that makes sense why you're so fixated about not losing San"

"You're okay with this?" Santana asks shyly. Of course, she knows Mike won't flip out. She knows he's truly a great guy. shes been getting close with him ever since Brett brought them all together.

"Santana, I was rooting for you two to get together." Mike says with a smile as he goes to hug her.

Santana hugs him back tightly.

"How are you going to tell Sam and Dante?" He asks.

Brett's smile disappears at the thought. "Shit!" He hisses out.

"Its fine Brett, Dante won't mind. And Sam can get over himself." Quinn says trying to calm his nerves.

"Sam? Why does Sams opinion matter?" Santana asks face scrunching into one of disgust.

"Um because he's in love with you, has been for years." Mike says as if its the most obvious thing in the world. I mean it is."

Santana stands there with her mouth in the shape of an O. Shes finally piecing things together.

"Well fuck him, I've denied him multiple times." She says shrugging again.

"He needs to get over himself, your not his property. So that means your stupid bro code is done to." Quinn says pointing to the boys.

"Bro code?" Santana asks.

"Fuck." Brett sighs out while pinching the bridge of his nose.

"I'm not doing this again." Mike says pushing Brett forward, a sign that he's going to explain.

Santana gives him a pointed look, eyebrow raised in warning for what he's about to say. Quinn just chuckles from behind Santana. Santana already knows about the bro code, but she likes to see the guys panic. Which is exactly what they did.

"You already know about it San. Last Friday when we were all in this kitchen, I explained it. How your brother and Sam dibs us, and only they can pursue us." She giggles out. Yea at first she was pissed at the idea, but now it's just funny.

Quinn could see the relief on Brett and Mikes face from avoiding explaining the whole bro code again.

"Right, I forgot about it." Santana says looking at Quinn.

"Yes, thank god. But back to this plan, when are we doing it?" Mike asks.

"You guys have practice after school Wednesday?" Quinn asks.

Both boys nod.

"Then we do it Wednesday during school. We can skip gym or something, go to his place, Brett and San will go in while Mike and I stay on the lookout. After it's erased we go back to school." Quinn says.

"Yea and during practice, we can delete the messages off his phone! This could work!" Mike says excitedly.

"Okay, there we have it, our plan." Brett says with a smile.

" I'll still bring the shovel, just in case." Santana says as she leaves the kitchen and heads to the living room.

"No Santana. No shovel." Quinn says frustrated as she follows.

Both boys laugh at the girl's banter. Mike turns to Brett while holding his fist out. "I'm proud of you bro, I knew she liked you back."

"Thanks Mike, I really like her. Plus we have a date this weekend." Brett said while wiggling his eyebrows.

Mike laughs and pats his shoulder. "Atta boy, go get your girl."

"Thanks, Mike." Brett says softly as he watches Santana and Quinn argue about what movie to watch. He's glad his friends are so comfortable being in his home that they don't hesitate to go watch TV or grab something to drink. They are truly his family.

"For what? Mike asks as he also looks at the girls with a smile.

"For being my friend. For helping me out with my problems. For protecting them."He finishes as he points to the girls, Santana was laying on her stomach while Quinn sat on her back. Both laughing as the movie Big Hero 6 starts to play.

Mike smiles at Brett. "Of course B, I love them just as much as you do."

Both boys watch the girls poke each other and giggle. They are about to join them when Quinn calls out.

"Hey B, bring over some drinks and ice cream?"

"Yea and some chips." Santana asks.

Brett lets out a sigh as he moves to grab the stuff. Mike walks over to help.

"Seems like they got you wrapped around their fingers." Mike laughs out.

Brett rolls his eyes and nods. "Yep."