Mustache

by ellisha

(Genderswap/Brittany) Brett and Santana have a seemingly perfect life. They were high school sweethearts and have now been married for over 15 years. They have three perfect children, and on top of that, Brett has a great career that he loves. But what happens when Brett gets a surprise phone call while he is at work? Will that phone call change everything? ONE-SHOT.

Mustache

Hey guys I'm sorry I haven't been much active lately! It seems like I've hit writers block on my other story, but no worries I wrote this one to bring me back into writing mode and I also have co-writer now too! Yay! Thanks guys!

Third Person POV

"Baaaabe," Santana moaned when Brett buried his face in his wife's neck.

"You like that?" Brett whispered hotly into her ear, pulling his wife closer. He was spooning Santana, causing his morning wood to push into his wife's thong clad pussy.

"Hmmm," his hand slowly travelled down from groping her breast to her clit. He pushed her thong to the side exposing her wet folds. He began rubbing her wet lips, teasing her entrance, while grinding his hard cock into her ass. He buried his face into her neck and started to nick and lick her pulse point.

"Ughhh, B….hahahaha," his brows furrowed in confusion when he heard his wife laugh. He propped himself on his elbow and looked at his beautiful wife. He pouted when she bit her lip and smiled at him.

"You know I love you right?" He nodded eagerly.

"But I really think you look ridiculous with your mustache," she said while her fingers played with his mustache.

"But you love it," he said in a childlike tone, suddenly burying his head into her neck.

"Babeeee! Stop! It tickles!" She kept wiggling her body underneath him, but Brett continued to hold her tightly. Then unexpectedly, Brett pushed three fingers into her wet pussy.

"Fuck!" Santana screamed, while he kept on rapidly thrusting his fingers in and out of his wife, wanting her to cum. He looked down at his boxers and saw his massive dick poking out of them. He raised his wife's leg and guided his hard dick into her pussy, eliciting a throaty moan from her. She snaked her arm to the back of his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. He kept on thrusting into his wife holding her leg up. He knew that spooning sex was one of Santana's favorite sex positions, which always made her scream louder than usual. You see, Santana was a bit of a screamer, which in the past, had caused the both of them to get into a lot of trouble. But Brett loved it when his wife screamed his name, it really boosted his confidence. Since being with her, Brett had quickly gone from being a shy virgin nerd to a sex crazed monster, and Santana was completely to blame.

He kept on sucking on his wife's neck leaving hickies, while he pounded into her harder and faster. He grunted and moaned chasing his release. After a few more thrusts, they both came, as her pussy squeezed her husband's cock. He pulled out, as both of their juices dribbled down to the bed sheets. They made out, touching and kissing each other.

"I still think you look like a dictator," she teased him while her hands were pumping his dick.

"Oh yeah? Do you want me to dominate you?" Brett said smirking, but before she could answer, he flipped Santana onto her knees and pulled her ass up. He started eating her out from the back, lapping up any remaining juices from their mixed fluids that had fallen from her pussy. Brett loved it when Santana called him Papi in bed, since it was the equivalent of daddy, but in Spanish. He aggressively ate his wife, brushing his mustache on her folds. He knew that this made her body tingle even more because her screams got louder every time he did it. Once he felt his wife shake, he lined himself at her entrance and pounded into her hard and fast while holding onto her hips. Brett knew that he wasn't going to last much longer, with Santana's constant shaking and her pussy squeezing him so tightly. He thrusted a few more times before cumming, emptying himself into Santana's wet heat.

"Wow! Maybe that's the reason why both of our dads have that mustache," Santana said as she laid on her back, looking at the ceiling in her post-orgasm bliss.

"Santana! I didn't have to know that. Maybe I should shave this off after all," Brett said horrified, moving his hands onto his face.

"Uhmmm Nahh. Stay right where you are honey, and do your thang," she locked his head between her legs and Brett started eating her out again.

(Flashback ) Third Person POV

Bretton Samson Pierce is a 35 year-old genius, who is married to Santana Diabla Pierce, his first and only girlfriend. He accidently got her pregnant the first time they had sex. He thanks God every day for his second life, somehow surviving Mr. Lopez's wrath when he found out Brett had gotten his 17 year-old daughter pregnant. He grabbed Brett by the collar, threatened to cut his dick off, and then went on ranting in Spanish for two straight hours, glaring at him the whole time. Her Mami and brother didn't react any better to the news. In fact, her brother, Javier, Brett's best friend was a nerd too, so no one knew that he could pack a punch, until he did just that to Brett. He left Brett with a bleeding nose, knocking the shit out of him. It was a complete mess, but if Brett actually perfects the components of the Time Machine he's currently working on, and gets to go back in time, he wouldn't want to change a thing.

Nine months later, their baby slides out of Santana, looking exactly like Brett. That's why they named him Bretton Samson Pierce Jr., or BJ for short. He looked exactly like Brett but he definitely has Santana's attitude. He was a bit of Mami's boy and clung to Santana a little too much and was extremely protective of her. Sometimes BJ doesn't even want to share Santana with Brett. As he grew up, he turned out to be quite athletic, and was currently a football and basketball player in high school. He's 17 years-old now, which means that he will be going off to college soon, leaving them with their two youngest children. Breana Pierce or Brey, is the middle child. She is 14 years-old, and her name is a combination of Brett and Santana's, which is kind of ironic because she is a complete mix of both her parents. She has the same eyes as her Papi's, except she has brunette hair and a darker complexion. Their final child, and last but not the least, is Bethany or Beth. She was the baby in the family and had blue eyes and Light Brown hair. She was 5 years-old and was best friends with Elizabeth Fabray-Berry, who was also called Beth, people usually referred to them as B1&B2. Santana had gotten pregnant the same time as Quinn Fabray, her best friend, who was married to Rachel Berry. When they were in high school, after they'd listened to the song 'Beth', they made a pact that in the future they'd name one of their children Beth.

Brett and Santana got married right before Brett went to MIT. Since Santana decided she didn't want to go to college, they decided that she would come with him to Boston so that she could be the loving housewife that she is. She never wanted to be apart from her husband and would follow him anywhere, much to her father's dismay. Nevertheless, despite some initial hesitance, her parents ended up supporting their decision to move to Boston, not wanting their nieto (grandson) to be raised away from his father, so they agreed to support them in any way that they could. Since Javier Lopez had been accepted into Harvard, he was able to live nearby Brett and Santana, visiting the family regularly, and getting the opportunity to bond with his nephew.

Santana ended up pregnant again when Brett was in his third year at MIT. It was honestly one of the most challenging time in their lives. Brett was swamped with school, having to conduct tons of research and write plenty of papers. On top of that, he had a pregnant, needy, moody, horny wife and a hyperactive three year-old toddler to take care of, to say Brett was stressed would have been an understatement. When they found out they were going to have a baby girl, Brett pushed himself even harder so that he could give his kids a comfortable life. When Santana gave birth to Breana, she looked exactly like her Mami, and the only thing that resembled Brett were her eyes. His heart fluttered the first time he saw her scrunch her face, she did it in the same way that Santana does. Turns out Breana was a Papi's girl, even when she was younger, she would only stop crying when Brett held her and her first word was 'Papi'. As she got older, not much changed, she didn't want to sleep if Brett didn't read to her, clinging onto him all the time. Santana would constantly joke about being jealous of their relationship, since she hogs her husband most of the time. "I may have a mini-me, but that doesn't mean you ignore the original," Santana said in a joking manner before joining Brett and Breana in a cuddle fest, with BJ in tow.

When Brett graduated, they decided to move to New York. It was Santana's dream to live in New York and there might've been a job opportunity waiting for Brett, so they packed their belongings and moved to New York.

Santana was so happy since they had moved to New York. She was able to meet up with her best friend, Quinn, a lot more, and as it turns out, Quinn had come-out to her as bi and was currently dating a Broadway starlet named Rachel Berry. However, initially, Brett wasn't as happy as Santana was about their move. Although Brett thought he had a job lined up, it fell through and he had a hard time finding another job opportunity. This lead to him having a slightly depressed mood, consistently eating junk food with his children. Santana, who was worried, told him that she would try to find a job so that she could help out with some of the finances. This decision only caused them to have an argument, which went on for almost a week, both of them avoiding each other. The children were tired and fussy, clearly feeling the tension between their parents. Brett, tired of not cuddling with his wife anymore, decided to plan a romantic evening for the two of them, to make up for the past week of silence. He ordered his wife some takeout from breadsticks, dropped the kids off at the Faberry's, and prepared a candlelight dinner setup so he could apologize to her. They decided to talk through their disagreement calmly, and Santana being as hot-headed as she is, even promised to let Brett explain his side first. Brett told her, that he honestly didn't want her working at all. He didn't want her becoming exhausted, which is what would happen if she had to work all day, and then come home and handle two overactive and hyper children.

"I want to treat you like the queen that you are. I didn't mean for it to come off so misogynistic, or sound like 'I am the man of the house, so I'm the only one allowed to bring home the bacon'. It was never like that Santana, and I'm really sorry that it came off that way. I love you and I will always support you and whatever you want to do, so if you really want to work, maybe I could be the best house-husband and take care of you after a tiring day from work."

After Brett's speech Santana was crying as she ran into his arms and kissed him. That night was full of some of the best sex they had ever had in their lives. A few weeks later Brett's professor pulled some strings and got Brett a job. The job ended up being at an engineering firm, and since he loved math so much, the job was easy for him. The job came with an amazingly high salary, which allowed his family to comfortably live in New York, while also getting the chance to regularly treat and spoil his wife for putting up with his clumsiness. He was one of the best employees at the company so he was able to request that he work, which didn't really make much of a difference since he brings his work home anyway. After working at the company for almost five years, he decided to quit and open up his own firm.

This is how he met his current best friend, Charlie Fabray, who was looking for something to invest in. He's spoiled, and is the only son of Russell Fabray. Charlie's father had been pressuring him to invest his trust into something, and Charlie found that 'something' when he met Brett during the Faberry wedding. When Charlie and Brett met at the wedding, they instantly hit it off and agreed to be partners in Brett's new business venture. They brainstormed for a name, and Charlie came up with 'Hand Job Builders'. They both thought the name was brilliant and hilarious, and when the company finally launched, its name went viral, bringing them even more clients.

Four years later, Santana hinted to Brett that she wanted another baby. After talking about it at length, they agreed that since Santana had recently graduated and received her music degree, now was probably the best time to try for another baby. Brett must have had super swimmers because once again, they got pregnant on the first try. Santana joking patted her husband's crotch saying how it had done a great job. BJ and Breana weren't exactly thrilled when they found out about the new baby, but I guess that's one of the joys of having moody kids.

Surprisingly, Quinn was pregnant too, which was kind of a disaster since Rachel had such a hectic schedule being a Broadway star. Consequently, Santana, being the great friend that she was, and not wanting Quinn to be alone during her pregnancy, invited Quinn to stay at La Casa Brettana whenever she wanted to. Santana's pregnancy was also a little more sensitive this time around, so Brett decided to work from home in order to be there for her, but instead, he just ended up being bugged by two pregnant women. Brett was genuinely going crazy; Santana and Quinn went from craving weird combinations of food to yelling at him and having mood swings. They would say they were hot one second, just for him to turn up the A/C, and then they'd complain about being cold the next. They were literally never happy with him, and he thanked God daily that he would only have to deal with one of them once the babies were born. Around six or seven months into their pregnancies, Quinn ended up borrowing one of Brett's hoodies saying she was getting too fat for her own clothes, but this only led to Santana crying and screaming about how she didn't want anyone wearing his clothes besides her. Being extremely hormonal, Quinn starts crying as well since Santana was crying, and poor Brett, well he wants to cry too, but from all the pregnancy stress he was currently under. He tried to get Charlie involved so he could help him deal with the mess of emotions in the house, but he didn't really help that much and ended up whining like he was a pregnant lady himself. Honestly, Brett's children behaved better than Charlie did.

After months of suffering, Quinn was the first one to go into labor, and hours after that, Santana's water broke, and she was rushed into an emergency c-section. Bethany Pierce was the first one to arrive and Elizabeth Fabray-Berry was born 3 hours after her. They grew up together and have a strong twin-like bond with one another.

Brett's face was still buried in his wife's pussy when he heard his phone ring. He knew that ringtone and he knew he had to answer it, it was work. He licked her one last time and looked at her apologetically. He moved from in-between her legs before getting up to answer his phone.

"Oh hey? How's the meeting going?"

"He what?!" he sighed.

Santana stood up and hugged her husband from behind. She knew he was stressing out because of some big project at the company.

"Fine. Bye." He sighed before putting the phone down and facing his wife, hugging her tightly. They hugged for a while until Santana kneeled in front of him.

"Why don't you let me suck all the stress out of you Papi," she said, eyeing him sexily and licking the underside of his dick, immediately relieving all of his stress.

Brett's POV

"I promise I'll be home before the party." I said, quickly kissing my wife and kids one more time before leaving to go to my office to sign some contracts that Charlie was supposed to sign. I sighed, thinking about how Charlie had been slacking on his work and acting a bit different lately. Actually, he's been acting this way ever since he forced me to go out for drinks with him. That night we ended up getting shit faced drunk instead of going home. Santana found me unconscious on his bedroom floor, and then lectured me about it in Spanish. God, I remember the first time she told me off in Spanish, it was after I'd gotten her pregnant, man I was so scared. In fact, I think I'm still scared now, because I'm shaking just thinking about it. It's my dad's 65th birthday today, so the whole family, including the Lopez's, are getting together to celebrate. My dad, Brian, is like the stereotypical American dad. On a usual day my dad would wear a polo shirt, making sure to tuck it in his cargo pants, along with a belt, some sandals with mid cut socks, and a dad hat with an American flag on it. He has this walrus type mustache, so I let my mustache grow out to match him. I'm really confident that I look just like him, even down to the matching outfit, only I'm 20 years younger than him. Santana's dad also has a similar mustache, but his is definitely a bit scarier, I always compare his mustache to that of a drug lord. But honestly, it could just be me, and the fact that I'm still scared of him after all these years. I'm really excited to see my older sister, Holly, my brother, Sam, and my mom at this party tonight. With everyone's busy schedules it's hard to get everyone together, so I really cherish the time and moments I get to spend with them.

Third Person POV

He hoped for this day to be work free, but no Charlie had to ruin it. 'Fucking Charlie', Brett thought to himself as he got in his truck and drove to the office. Halfway through the drive, he heard a gurgling noise, so he turned off the radio, and that's when his car suddenly stopped.

"What the fuck?" He tried to start the car again, but it didn't work. He rested his head on the wheel before getting out of the car to check and see where the smoke was coming from. He popped the hood open and tried checking for the problem with his car, but after 20 minutes, he still couldn't figure out what was wrong. Since he was already sweaty, he decided to just call the towing company and walk the rest of the way to his office because it was only 10 minutes away. He gave the details to the towing company and gathered his things before starting to walk. As he was walking to his office Brett saw a nearby puddle and carefully avoided stepping in it. While Brett was silently applauding himself for not getting himself soaking wet, a rapidly speeding car passed by him, suddenly splashing the puddle all over him anyway.

"HEY!" He shouted to the driver, but the car never stopped. He tried to shake it off, but that didn't help because his clothes were already soaked. He continued to walk towards his office, knowing that the faster he got there, the faster his shitty day would end. When he got into the office building to head upstairs, he noticed that the elevator had a maintenance sign on it and was out of service. He facepalmed himself, trying to think about what he had done to make God hate him so much today. He sighed and started walking up the stairs. When he got into his office, he checked to see if he had any spare clothes to change into, but apparently he didn't have any around. In fact, the only clothes he had in his office was one of Santana's thongs, which he kept hidden away in one of his desk drawers. He smiled at the memory of how that thong ended up in his drawer in the first place. He pulled it close to his nose, trying to smell the scent of his wife, but was interrupted when Emma, his secretary, suddenly opened his door. They both blushed at the fact that he had been caught doing something inappropriate in his office, before he quickly hid the thong in his breast pocket. Emma looked horrified, quickly dumping the papers that needed to be signed on his desk. "Could this day get any worse?" He thought to himself.

After two hours of signing and checking documents, Emma came back, making sure to knock loudly this time, before entering his office.

"Mr. Pierce a package just arrived for you," she said, dropping a medium sized box on his table. He nodded at Emma and waited for her to leave his office before opening it. However, before he could get an opportunity to see what it was, his phone rang, and he absentmindedly answered it.

"Hello?" he said trying to open the box with one hand.

"Uhmmm….is this Brett Pierce?" a shy timid woman's voice asks him.

"Uh yeah….why?" He heard the woman take a deep breath. He managed to open the box and excitedly grabbed the content while the woman was still speaking. It was in that moment, that everything seemed like it was happening in slow motion. When he heard what the woman said, he instantly grabbed the item that was inside the box. He closely examined it, already knowing what it was but hoping and praying it didn't mean what he thought it did.

His world stopped when he saw the (+) sign. "Shit, my wife is going to kill me," he said to himself, or at least he thought he did, not realizing that the woman on the other line had heard him.

"You're married?!" She screamed and continued to yell at him. He was numb, his ears were ringing, his heart was beating faster than it should, and he was shaking. He managed to somehow mumble out, "I'll call you back," before edgily dropping his phone on his desk.

It happened that night, although he doesn't remember anything, it definitely happened that night. He's going to kill Charlie for this, and Santana is going to kill him because of this.

(Flashback) Brett's POV

It's Friday, which means I'm extra excited to finish my work, pack up my things, and hightail it home to my family for the weekend. I can't wait to spend the entire weekend cuddling and making love to my wife. However, just as I was about to leave, Charlie waltzed into my office and begged me to go out with him for the night. I tried to remember whether I had forgotten about a special occasion, but I couldn't think of any particular reason we'd need to go out drinking. Since there didn't seem to be a reason for us to go out, I immediately told Charlie "No!" I quickly explained to him that I had better things to do and had already made plans with my wife. He rolled his eyes at me before taking his phone out of his pocket, dialing someone's number. Of course, I thought to myself, the person he was calling was my wife. He begged Santana to let me go out with him tonight, playing on her sympathy by telling her that he was all alone and needed to talk to someone. He promised her that he would return me home, entirely intact and without injury. After Charlie ended his phone call with Santana he was smiling and grinning like a Cheshire Cat, indicating to me, that he had indeed convinced her to let me go out for the evening. He walked over to my desk and told me that I needed to remove both my blazer and tie, or else I would look strange at the bar. I hated the idea of going out with Charlie tonight because I rarely go out without my wife by my side. Actually, I 'never' go out without her because I always want to be with her or at least near her. I'm also extremely shy and awkward at any and all social events, which is why I always bring my wife with me, because she's so personable and can work her magic on anyone. So, saying I'm nervous about how tonight will go with Charlie, is definitely an understatement, and the fact that we're going out for drinks, is making everything worse. I'm not really much of a drinker since I'm a total lightweight, and Santana told me I like to strip when I'm drunk, which is something she never wanted anyone else to see. I sighed while thinking to myself, maybe this is a bad idea, maybe I should just jump out of this cab and run towards my car, driving straight home. However, before I could think of a decent escape plan, one that wouldn't leave me injured or dead, the taxi driver told us that we had already arrived at our destination. Charlie handed the man $20 and dragged me towards the front entrance of the bar. Once we got inside the bar, I looked around and noticed that the bar was really elegant and classy. We both glided through the bar, looking for our booth, but people were staring in our direction the entire time. That's when I suddenly noticed that Charlie was holding my hand. "Charlie?! Is this a gay bar? Are you trying to show me off?," he quickly whipped his head towards me, suddenly looking very confused. "Oh my God, you can't be serious Brett! First off, you should really start thinking before you speak because you're not even my type, and secondly, you could legitimately pass as my brother so, 'EW' that's gross. And last but certainly not least, I was only holding your hand because if I didn't, I knew you'd end up getting lost in here before we even reached the booth," he said, finally letting go of my hand, pulling me by my shirt instead. After walking for another minute or two, we arrived at our booth and I was promptly introduced to his other friends, Finn, Mike and Noah. Before I could even sit down and get comfortable, Noah, the owner of the bar, shoved a shot in my hand, saying it was a 'welcome' drink. I barely remember anything after that, except that Charlie had said he was celebrating something, but I couldn't even remember what it was because he and Noah kept feeding me shots.

The next thing I can recall was being woken up by my furious wife, yelling and cursing me out in Spanish. I tiredly opened my eyes and observed that I didn't have any clothes on except for my boxers and a pair of socks. I turned onto my stomach before groaning out in pain, becoming increasingly aware of that fact I had spent my night sleeping on Charlie's floor, even though I was laying right next to the couch. I quickly scanned over the room, noting that Finn was knocked out and sprawled on the floor a few feet away from me. Then I began searching for any of presence of Charlie, realizing that he must be asleep in his room. However, Santana was paying no attention to either one of them, she just flicked and pulled my ears, forcing me to stand up and follow her hand, so it wouldn't hurt that much. She stopped in front of Charlie's bathroom, telling me to clean myself up. I washed my face before Santana handed me a bag full of my personal items. I took out my Marvel-themed toothbrush that Santana had bought for me as a gift, and solemnly brushed my teeth . The bag Santana had packed for me also included my Marvel slippers and my Incredible-Hulk blanket, which actually ended up being quite beneficial to me since we couldn't locate my clothes. I used the blanket to cover my body before Santana ushered me outside to the car. On the way home I kept apologizing to her, over and over again. She sighed, deciding to pull the car over to a secluded area on the side of the road. She said that she wasn't necessarily mad at me, just worried since she had been waiting for an update, to see if I had gotten back to Charlie's safely. She told me that she hadn't slept all night because she was up thinking about me, and wasn't used to sleeping alone in our big bed. I opened my arms for her, and she immediately jumped into them, passionately kissing me. Before I knew it, our clothes were flying off each other, and we were engaging in some of the best car sex we've ever had in our lives.

I assured her that I loved her more than anything, and she would 'never' have to worry about me going out without her again. I delicately kissed her one more time, before we both agreed to put our clothes back on and start heading home. I had to sneak inside the house since I was only wearing a pair of socks and my boxers. I also didn't want BJ to see my Marvel-themed slippers and blanket, since they were my favorites. Even though he's a big guy, much bigger than I was when I was 17 years-old, he still likes to borrow nearly all of my things, and each time he does, it gets ruined. So, in order to prevent that from happening, I hide all my nerd gear away from him, and only Santana knows where it's hidden. I safely made it past the living room before my youngest child, Beth, found me, asking if we could cuddle in the living room while watching cartoons. I sighed, knowing I was incapable of denying my children, especially the youngest one. I enveloped her in my blankies and took her to the living room so we could watch cartoons. Beth and I eventually fell asleep, but when I woke up, I saw that my wife was soundly sleeping on the love seat, while BJ and Brey were sitting down playing video games in front of us. I pulled my daughter closer to me, deciding to just go back to sleep again, but then I realized my son was using my blankets. Ugh, I thought to myself, while quietly laughing and shaking my head, I love my family so much, I wouldn't trade them for the world!

(End of Flashback)

Third Person POV

Brett grabbed the box, emptying its content out on the table. As he shook the box a folded paper fell out, so he took a deep breath before slowly beginning to open it. He opened his eyes, seeing that the note had typewritten words saying, 'Congrats, you're going to be a dad'. His eyes landed on the at-home pregnancy test, that was neatly wrapped with a ribbon.

'Fuck! What am I supposed to do now? How am I even going to explain this to Santana? I don't even remember seeing any women that night, let alone being intimate with one? Oh God, she's going to leave me and file for divorce!' Brett continued thinking to himself, while repeatedly pacing back-and-forth in his office, going through all the different scenarios in which this could play out, and trying to come up with at least one way he could tell his wife without her leaving him. Brett knew that Santana was really smart and could read him like a book. She'd easily notice that he was hiding something, so he might as well tell her and get it done and over with. "Fucking Charlie," Brett silently whispered to himself. He was so caught up in trying to process what was going on, that he didn't hear his phone ringing or Emma knocking on his door, so he was startled when Emma suddenly walked into his office.

"Uhhhh….Mr. Pierce, your wife is calling you, she said you're not answering your phone or the company phone." 'Shit what am I gonna do. If I talk to her right now I might blurt it out over the phone'. After going over his options in his head, he told Emma that he was going to call Santana on his phone later and shooed her away. When he looked up at his office clock, he noticed it was almost 3PM. 'Shit my dad's party', he thought to himself, sending a text to his wife saying 'I'm on my way home now', before rushing to grab his stuff. After looking for his car for almost 20 minutes, Brett shook his head at himself, realizing that he had forgotten that his car had broken down on the way to his office. He quickly cursed at himself before calling a taxi to take him home.

When he arrived back at home, thankfully, none of their parents had arrived yet. Brett started to go upstairs to get ready for the party, but Santana kept looking at him curiously, he instantly knew that she had seem right through his act and could tell that something was wrong. So, instead of waiting for Santana to confront him, he panicked, hurriedly telling her that he needed to go take a shower before the guests arrived. At first, Santana looked like she wanted to follow him upstairs, but fortunately, the doorbell rang, momentarily distracting her from Brett, so she swiftly proceeded to go see who was at the front door. Brett spent almost an hour upstairs showering because he felt so dirty and ashamed. He had never, ever, thought about cheating on his beautiful wife before, and why would he, she was perfect. Santana had gifted him with the three most perfectly annoying children, and he loved their family more than anything else in the world. 'So, why would I do something like this? WHY?!' He banged his head on the shower wall harder that he should have, before getting out of the shower and looking at himself, wondering if he should just shave-off his stupid fucking mustache, since it has brought him nothing but misery. However, he managed to resist his negative impulse and talk himself out of a bad idea, knowing that he grew his mustache out for his dad, not for him. After putting on some clothes, he went looking for his wife. When he found her, Santana was busy talking with her mami, so he snaked his hands around her waist, burying his face into her neck while sniffing her scent. He instantly relaxed into her neck, while simultaneously tensing up, knowing what was to come, and he honestly just wanted to break down and cry. He knew that after the party was over, he would have to tell her everything, so he wanted to enjoy and live in this moment with Santana as long as possible. Santana reached her arm around and began gliding her nails through his hair, trying her best to calm him down, sensing that he was tensed and slightly shaking behind her. Her mami excused herself, discerning that there was some tension between the two.

"What happened B?" She asked, turning around in Brett's arms. Santana cupped his face, encouraging him to tell her what was wrong. He took a deep breath, but before he could say anything, they suddenly heard loud screaming. They recognized the screaming voice immediately, knowing it was Brett's mom. Apparently, she had been looking for their, "not so baby boy", Brett sighed, knowing that BJ hated it whenever she called him that, but truthfully, Brett was really glad his mom was there because he needed some of her love and affection today. He kissed his wife one more time, telling her they'll continue their conversation later. She nodded her head at him and squeezed his hand before walking with him into the living room. When they entered the living room, they noticed Whitney was showering BJ with kisses, telling him how he looked exactly like his papi, and Brey and Beth were cuddling with Brian, Brett's dad.

When Brian looked up at Brett, he couldn't stop smiling because he was so happy to see his son with the same mustache as him. He quickly got up and bear hugged his son, kissing him on his forehead. Brett felt kind of weird being kissed by a man with a mustache, suddenly thinking, 'Now I know how Santana feels', but promptly pushes that feeling aside upon seeing the proud look his father had on his face. Brian patted his son on the back, grinning with one of the biggest smiles Brett had ever seen in his life. Brett was happy for a while, smiling back at his father, before he remembered that his dad wouldn't be proud of him since he cheated on his wife, broke all his promise, and essentially ruined his family. His heart broke just thinking about what he had done. Whitney observed the sad look on her son's face, deciding to love on him a little, giving him a hug and kiss, just like she had done earlier to BJ. The party ended up being a blast, Brian was so happy and surprised that his entire family had shown up to his party. He was thrilled to finally get the opportunity to see his eldest child, Holly, his middle child, Sam, along with his wife Mercedes, and their children, and then of course his youngest child, Bretton, and his family. It been quite some time since they had all come together, and he was beyond honored that they had chosen to do so for his birthday celebration.

Brett was happy the party had turned out to be a success, but he couldn't really enjoy the party; his heart was heavy just thinking about the talk he had to eventually have with Santana. 'How did I manage to ruin the best thing that has ever happened to me? Without Santana I wouldn't be where I am right now, she gave me everything I needed. How did I manage to do that to her? I am so stupid'. Brett stayed around Beth in order to help take his mind off of his problems for a while, they played with Sam's children, Royce and Lincoln, who were twins that were almost the same age as Beth.

After the party had ended and everyone had left, Brett busied himself by cleaning up the house. He was trying to do everything in his power to delay the inevitably talk, wishing that he didn't need to have this type of conversation at all and praying that Santana wouldn't leave him. After the backyard was clean, he went inside, and not surprisingly, Santana was already waiting for him.

"Hey babe, what's wrong?" She asked in a concerned voice, rushing towards Brett, rubbing his back in a soothing manner.

When Brett didn't immediately answer, Santana continued speaking, "weeellll…...I have something that might make your day better," she said happily, almost jumping with joy.

'God, my heart broke seeing her smile. I don't ever want to make a fool out of her. Seeing her smile at me without knowing what I did to her, it isn't fair'. Tears instantly fell from Brett's eyes, and Santana suddenly stopped smiling, wiping the tears from his face.

"B..." but before she could speak, Brett interrupted her.

"I got another woman pregnant" he blurted out, hesitantly looking down at his feet. He was bawling and shaking, already knowing what was about to happen. However, like people always say, expect the unexpected, and Brett should have, but he didn't, which is why he was completely surprised by what happened next.

"What the fuck did you just say?!" Brett and Santana looked up when they heard their son's voice. They didn't expect for BJ to be there, let alone for him to overhear Brett's confession. BJ looked furious as he began charging towards his father.

"Is that why you have been missing all morning? Were you with your other family?!" He yelled at his dad.

"What? No! I wasn't!" Brett said, clearly trying to defend himself.

"Liar! You already got another woman pregnant. Why would we believe anything you say now?" BJ spat back at his dad, pushing his shoulders and initiating a fight, pulling his mom behind him trying to protect her.

"Santana please! I don't even remember what happened," he said, completely ignoring his son presence, reaching out to Santana, but before he could make contact with her, she abruptly pulled away from him.

She was in utter and complete shock, which was evident by the way her mouth was hanging open, she never expected Brett to cheat on her. They had already been married for more than 15 years, she felt like her heart was being ripped out of her chest, and she was finding it hard to breathe. She wanted to scream and shout at Brett, but she couldn't because her body felt totally numb. All the energy and excitement she had at the prospect of telling Brett her news, had left her body once she heard his confession. 'How long has he been cheating on me? And does he really have another family?' Santana silently questioned and thought to herself. Her heart was breaking into a million different pieces, and although her family wasn't perfect, she did everything she could do to ensure they were relatively happy. She had given and done everything for Brett, even if that meant giving up and sacrificing her own dreams. She tried to speak up, but her words only came out as squeak. After hearing the noise, Brett and BJ both looked over at her, but Brett, wanting to comfort his wife, started walking towards her. However, BJ stepped in front of Brett, blocking his path, and preventing him from getting any closer to Santana.

"Don't you EVER touch Mami again," he growled, pushing Brett back again. But Brett was numb, so he couldn't feel or hear anything his son was doing or saying. It was like he had tunnel vision and all he wanted to do was comfort his wife. Brett side-stepped his son, grabbing onto Santana's wrist, but Santana, not wanting to be touched by him, pulled away again, causing her to hurt her wrist in the process. She loudly shrieked out in pain, instantly alarming their son.

"I SAID DON'T FUCKING TOUCH HER!" BJ held his father's shoulder, turning him around and punching him as hard as he could. Brett fell to the ground, although he wasn't knocked out, his nose was probably broken based on the amount of blood currently oozing out of it. Santana was holding onto BJ for dear life, doing her best to stop him from beating his father to death.

"Go!" Santana managed to say, while not really looking at Brett.

"But isn't this my house too?" Brett said in confusion, while blood and tears ran down his face.

"Fine. Stay here, we'll go instead" BJ said with conviction. He turned to his mother and hugged her, slowly ushering her up the stairs.

"Wait…. wait, where are you going?" Brett asked in a panicked voice. He tried to stand but BJ pushed him back down again.

"It's none of your fucking business. Why don't you go to your new family and leave us alone!"

"Santana..." He tried to stand again but just ended up kneeling in front of his son and wife.

"C'mon mami, I'll help you pack your bags. I'll let Brey know she needs to help Beth with hers too," he said while dragging his mami away from their papi.

"Wait, no, please wait! Please, don't leave me," Brett said completely bawling, because this was so much worse than he ever imagined. In all of the scenarios he had played out in his head, he thought he would at least get an opportunity to explain himself. The look on both Santana's and BJ's faces had absolutely broken him.

Breana almost jumped in shocked when her brother burst inside her room. "Brey! Pack your bags now, and help Beth pack hers too! I'm going to help Mami. Ahora!"

"What about Papi?" She asked really confused about what was happening.

"Starting today, we don't have one anymore. So, hurry up and pack your bags because we're leaving this damn house" he yelled, exiting her room. She trailed after her brother and saw that their Mami was laying down crying in her bed. Although Brey and Santana clashed most of the time, she never ever wanted to see her Mami crying. Santana had never been much of a crier, and she did a really good job of hiding her emotions, which is why her children saw her as such a strong and powerful woman. Even if she was stressed, she'd never let it get to her, at least not in front of her children, to them, she wanted to be Superwoman. Brey ran to her mami and hugged her, tears now falling down her face as well, hating the thought of seeing her mami cry.

"Mami are you okay?" She asked as she wiped the tears from her mami's face. She nodded but tears still streamed down her face. Her mami was shaking so she rubbed her back, comforting her. She saw her brother grab their parents luggage and start dumping some of their mami's clothes and essentials inside. They did the same to her clothes, BJ's and Beth's. After they were done packing everything, BJ told everyone to stay in the master bathroom and lock the doors, only opening it if the person at the door was him. He hurriedly went outside to load up the van with their things, finishing up after only ten minutes. When he returned he spotted his mom sleeping on Brey's lap. Brey looked at him, curiously asking him, "what the hell is going on?" Instead of answering her, BJ just shrugged his shoulders and carried their Mami out to the van, while Brey carried their equally asleep sister, Beth. Once Brey got downstairs she began looking around for her papi, but she didn't see him anywhere, so she continued out to the van, strapping Beth into her car seat. When everyone was settled, BJ speedily started the van before driving off.

BJ's POV

When I got down the stairs Papi was still sitting on the floor. It broke my heart seeing him like this, knowing that I did this to him, but I had a job to do, and that was to protect my mami. I love my mami so much and I hated seeing her cry like that, actually now that I think about it, I don't think I've ever seen Mami cry before today. I approached my papi, with my rage coming back to me full force. As I stared at him I couldn't help but to remember everything that had just happened, and I was absolutely furious with him.

"You should hide, I don't think you want Brey and Beth seeing you like this. Besides, I don't want them to know what you did to Mami either. In fact, I want you completely out of sight when we leave, please don't ruin their childhood and make them hate you like I do," and with that final statement I left him standing there alone, while I went to go load our luggage into the van.

I felt really bad that I had to just disrespect my papi like that because the truth is that I look up to Papi, he's like a hero to me. We always spend our time bonding over different superheroes and buying father and son costumes to wear at comic con. He even used to let me play with his superhero collection, well up until I broke some of them that is, so as I got older Papi started secretly hiding them away from me. He really thought he was being sneaky by hiding his nerd gear, but for a few years now, I've known the location of his secret hiding place. I even somehow got Papi to watch sports games with me, although he has no idea what's actually happening during the games. Tears started streaming down my face as I remembered how much I love my papi. For as long as I could remember, all I've wanted is for him to be proud of me. I mean I know I'm not a genius like him, but I excel at other things, particularly sports, and my heart swelled whenever Papi bragged about me. I'd smile and laugh with a hint of embarrassment, as he'd tell people about, 'his son who looked exactly like him, except his son was a bit more handsome than him'. I sighed, wiping the tears from my face, I can't be seen as weak right now, my family needs him. As the man of the house now, it's my responsibility to take care of everyone else. I wiped the remaining tears from my cheeks and composed myself. After I finished loading the van, I took a deep breath before re-entering the house again, but thankfully, when I looked around Papi was nowhere in sight. I went upstairs, lightly knocking on the bathroom door and telling Brey know it was me. When Brey finally opened the door, I noticed that Mami had fallen asleep on Brey's lap while I was gone. She looked so tired, so I decided to carry her to the car, carefully looking around for any signs of Papi. Thank God he actually listened to me, because I really didn't want to deal with questions from Brey and Beth right now. After everyone was settled into the van, I started the van, speeding off towards Lima.

Third Person POV

Brey looked back at their house one final time, only this time she saw a silhouette of a person, and she instantly knew it was their papi. All of us were happy at Gramps' party just a few short hours ago, so what the hell happened between now and then to make BJ want us to move away from Papi? Brey kept on wondering what the problem could be until she eventually fell asleep.

Back at the Pierce family home, Brett was wiping away his tears since his vision had become blurry due to all of his crying. He watched in the shadows as his family drove off to some unknown location, leaving him all alone, and this was all thanks to Charlie and his damn celebratory party. He walked towards the wine rack, where Santana usually stored the liquor. He grabbed a bottle of alcohol and started drinking it, not caring enough to even look and see what it was. Being that Brett wasn't much of a drinker, the liquor burned as it made its way down his throat, but he didn't really care about anything anymore, so he kept on drinking until he passed out.

When he woke up the next morning his heart broke all over again, remembering what had happened last night, and that his entire family had left him. Feeling like absolute garbage, he decided to just drink his pain away, which is exactly what he's been doing for the last three days. He hasn't even bothered to go upstairs and shower or change out of his blood-stained shirt.

After calling Brett for the last three days and not receiving an answer, Charlie decided to go over to his house to check on him after work. However, while he was getting dressed for work, he received a distressed and rather frantic phone call from Brett's assistant, Emma. Apparently, he hadn't shown up or called in to work that morning, even though he had several meetings scheduled throughout the day. She said that she had already tried calling him, but he wasn't answering her phone call either. Thankfully, she had managed to push all of his meetings back until sometime next week. Charlie quickly thanked Emma, telling her that he wouldn't into the office today, because he was going to check-in on Brett. This type of behavior wasn't like Brett at all, honestly, going off the grid for days at a time was something Charlie would do, so this only made him even more worried than he was already. Charlie had no idea what was going on in Brett's personal life, so when he found him passed out on the floor shirt covered in blood, he was shocked and concerned. He immediately ran over to Brett, thinking that he was dead. He tried to administer CPR, but since he had no experience with type of situation, he had no clue if he was doing it correctly. He just kept pumping his hands on Brett's chest, hoping that whatever he was doing would work. He was relieved when Brett groaned, and started talking, telling him to stop pumping his chest because it hurts enough already. Charlie silently thanked God that he didn't have to perform mouth to mouth resurrection or whatever it is on his best friend.

"What the fuck Brett? What happened to you?" He asked almost yelling at Brett.

"Fuck you, everything that happened is all your fault!" Brett sniggered back at Charlie.

"How, what exactly did I do?" He said looking very confused at Brett's sudden outburst.

"I got another woman pregnant, and the only person I blame is YOU!" Charlie's head was now tilting to the side in bewilderment, having no idea what the hell Brett was talking about.

"How is that my fault if you have your own dick, and even though I hate admitting this out loud, it's actually bigger than mine, so again why am I to blame, it's not like I forced you?"

"What the fuck is wrong with you, and why would you even say something like that?" Brett said almost choking and spitting out his drinking. Charlie shrugged and asked him another question.

"Soooo…who's your new baby momma?" Charlie asked in a joking manner, trying to lighten the mood.

"To be completely honest, I have no idea who she is, which is why I'm blaming you."

"Do I have to remind you once again that you have bigger dick than me? Or do you just enjoy hearing me say it?" Brett was now full-on choking on his drink, when he was finally able to get his coughing under control, he turned around and glared at Charlie.

"Shut the fuck up Charlie, I'm saying it's 'your fault' because it had to have happened at your stupid fucking party. I barely remember what happened, then a few days ago, completely out of the blue, some random woman called me and sent a package to my office telling me, 'Congrats, you're going to be a dad'," Brett said in an angry voice, reserved exclusively for Charlie.

"Well shit! Have you told Santana yet?" Brett whipped his head around and looked at Charlie, glaring at him with fire in his eyes.

"Well, let's see…do you see anybody from my family around?" Brett asked, while looking around the big empty house and taking a swig from his drink, emptying it in the process. When Charlie didn't answer him, he spoke up instead.

"Nope! Then it looks like you got your answer," Brett retorted, slurring his words.

"So, 'NO' as in, she doesn't know yet?" Charlie asked, still utterly clueless on what was happening.

"C, just leave me alone, you're exhausting. Can you please pass me that bottle on your way out?"

"Nah, you're already shit faced drunk, there's no way I'm leaving you in this condition." Charlie said, while pulling the drink out of Brett's reach.

"Don't worry I wasn't going to drink it anyway, I already feel drunk enough just talking to you. I needed you to pass me the bottle because I really wanted to smash the bottle over your head," Brett quipped back at Charlie, rolling his eyes in the process.

"Damn, well that's rude. Anyway, what are you gonna do now?"

"Nothing, my family left me, so I don't have anything left, the business and company cn be damned. Truthfully, it's your problem now, so you can do whatever you want with it, just be sure to make your papa proud."

"Nah, I'm not focused on the business right now, I'd rather just sit here and drink with my partner. So, do you know her name?" Charlie asked as he drank from the half empty bottle next to him.

"No. I told you, I don't remember anything from that night C."

"Well why don't you call her or better yet, go meet up with her to find out what happened?"

"Please, I'm begging you, just pass me the bottle so I can smash you over the head with it. Have you lost your mind? I mean seriously, my family just left me, and you want me to go meet up with this random woman? Are you crazy? "

"I'm not saying you should go and get into a relationship with her B, I'm just suggesting that maybe if you knew her name, you could start to remember something from that night."

"Ugh you're right! God, I hate it when you're right."

"Yeah, and you stink, so maybe before this meeting you should go take a shower. Go now, and don't make me have to shower with you, because you know I will if I have to," he said wiggling his eyebrows.

Brett fearfully shook his head and ran upstairs to shower as quickly as possible. He wanted to get this situation handled as soon as he could, not wanting to feel the constant pain of losing his family at every moment. After about five minutes he finished his shower, and returned back downstairs, sitting down next to Charlie, who was holding another bottle of vodka in his hand. Brett picked up his phone, glancing over the call log, noticing that it was only flooded with calls and messages from Emma, he ignored them. He continued scrolling down his phone, looking for the number of the pregnant woman who had called him a few days ago, once he found it, he hesitantly dialed her number. However, once he heard the phone ringing on the other line, he instantly hung up, opting to just text the woman instead. While Brett and Charlie were waiting for the woman to reply, they continued drinking alcohol, becoming more intoxicated by the minute. When they were halfway through with the bottle, Brett received a reply from the woman, telling him her name was Rose, and inviting him to her first doctor's visit tomorrow. Suddenly, Brett became overwhelmed by his emotions, remembering all the past pregnancy check-ups he had gone to with his wife, Santana. He didn't even want to imagine what it would be like going to a prenatal appointment with a woman that wasn't his wife, but regardless of how he felt, it was still happening.

"Maybe you should attend the appointment with her, I mean, she really shouldn't be going through this alone." Charlie fearfully gave his advice to Brett, knowing his reaction was going to be unpleasant.

Brett looked at Charlie like he'd grown two heads and gone completely crazy, which wasn't that far-fetched because he was a little crazy. Brett vehemently replied back to Charlie, telling him, "No, I absolutely will not be going with her to the appointment!"

"But what if you remember her when you see her?"

"Charlie, how many times do I have to repeat myself to you? I am not replacing my current family with a new one. Soooo….no, I'm not going!" Brett said, getting angrier by the second, not understanding what the hell Charlie was thinking.

"I don't really give a damn how you feel right now but do you really want a child growing up without their dad, is that the type of person you've become?" Charlie was clearly trying to guilt trip Brett, not wanting him to have any future regrets about not being for the beginning stages of his new child's life.

"Besides, the baby might not even be yours, you need to demand a paternity test," and with that statement Brett plastered a smile upon his face, immediately perking up at the realization that he still had an opportunity to get his family back.

"Shit, why didn't I think of that first?" He asked hopefully.

"I don't know, probably because you were too busy panicking."

"Uhhhh…... I hate having to ask you this but I could really use the support, so will you come with me?"

"I thought you'd never ask, of course I'll go with you," Charlie said while smirking at him.

They continued drinking alcohol until they both passed out on the floor. When they woke up, it was already 10AM and they were both dealing with killer hangovers. The check-up was scheduled for 11AM, and since Charlie had gotten Brett to shower the night before, they didn't really bothered changing their clothes. After about ten minutes of gathering their belongings, they headed out, leaving a lot of time to spare. Since they had arrived early and were just sitting around in the lobby waiting, they decided to go to the hospital cafeteria and grab some breakfast while waiting for Rose.

"Charlie I'm scared. I don't think I'm ready to see her or the baby, I mean what if the baby is actually mine?" Brett asked, feeling extremely nervous like he was going to pass out. Yes, Brett loved babies, but he didn't want any more if they weren't from Santana. He started pacing the hallway, thinking of every unfavorable outcome that came across his mind.

"Shut up Brett, and stop letting fear control you. You're a nerd not a coward, it's time for you to man up," but just as Brett was about to reply, Charlie abruptly screeched, suddenly having a nervous and panicked look on his face.

"What's wrong with you? Oh my God, do you see a spider?" Brett was really scared now, not being a huge fan of anything that crawled around on legs or bit people. He looked over towards Charlie completely terrified, knowing that no man screamed the way he just had unless it was for spiders. Brett was about to scream as well and was beginning to shake his clothes, when he was abruptly stopped by Charlie, who was telling him to calm down. Although Charlie had told him that he hadn't seen a spider, he still had a suspiciously giddy and nervous look planted on his face.

"Do you remember the girl I've been looking for, the one I told you about? You know, 'the one that got away', 'the mother of my future children', and 'the love of my life'! Well anyway, guess what, she's here Brett!" He was now jumping up and down in excitement. Brett couldn't believe how over-dramatic Charlie was being, he rolled his eyes, thinking to himself, 'of course this is all over a woman. I almost gave myself a heart attack, seriously, who even squeals like that?!'

"Oh my God, I think she just noticed me! Yeah, she definitely did, because now she's walking over here! Quick Brett, how do I look?" Brett ignored Charlie's question and his panicked state of mind, instead choosing to look in the direction of the woman his best friend was clearly obsessed over. Once he glanced over, he immediately identified a petite blue-eyed brunette, who was marching towards them rather heatedly. The woman looked absolutely furious! Brett quietly began thinking to himself, 'honestly, the way that woman is angrily marching and the look she has on her face, kind of reminds me of Santana. Santana would act like that whenever she'd get mad at me in public, but she knew she couldn't say anything out loud because of where we were'. Brett figured that he should warn Charlie that the woman he was going crazy over, was actually quite angry at the moment. Charlie obviously hadn't noticed, seemingly too busy smiling and jumping up and down like a kid in the candy store.

Brett looked at his watch, realizing that they only had minutes before his other baby momma was set to arrive. That thought alone sent chills down his entire body, he really didn't want another baby momma, Santana was and always had been, more than enough for him. He sighed, he missed his wife and three babies so much, he was nothing without them. However, his daydreaming was interrupted when he heard a loud slap reverberate throughout the building. Seriously, the slap was so loud the hallway went totally silent. When he looked over in the direction of the slap, he noticed the woman Charlie had been talking about, standing in front of him, while he was holding his hand on his cheek. Brett really wanted to laugh at Charlie, but instead he silently thought to himself, 'Shit, I forgot to warn him, I mean I knew she looked mad, but damn, I really didn't see that slap coming at all. I wonder what Charlie did to piss her off so much?'

"Owwww! What the hell is your problem?" Charlie whined.

"You're my problem! You didn't tell me you were married," she said screaming and pointing her index finger angrily into his chest.

"Huh? I'm not married though…" Charlie said, looking absolutely clueless as to what the hell was going on.

"Stop denying it, I heard you during our phone call a few days ago," she screamed at him, in the meantime, people were starting to take notice of them because of the loud commotion.

Charlie still had his hand on his cheek, sporting a very confused look. "Uhhhh…I really don't know what you're talking about, and I don't even have your phone number. In fact, I haven't seen or heard from you since that night we spent together."

"Then who have I been texting then, 'BRETT', because I told him to meet me here for my pregnancy check-up, and look, here you suddenly are," She said, putting extra emphasis on the name Brett.

"So, 'BRETT' got you pregnant?" Charlie asked, turning to Brett sporting a confused look.

"YES! YOU, got me pregnant!" Marley yelled, while jabbing her fingers into Charlie's chest.

"Buuuutttt….my name is Charlie," Charlie stated, slowly starting to piece everything together.

A few minutes pass, before all three of them finally realize what had happened.

"Oh…..." (Charlie)

"Oh." (Marley)

"OH!?" (Brett)

"You told her your name was Brett?!" Brett asked

"Uhm, no? There wasn't really any time for any introductions, if you know what I mean" Charlie said, smirking at Brett slyly.

"Then, how exactly did you wind up thinking his name was Brett?" Brett asked looking puzzledly at Marley.

"The guy with the mohawk told me. I asked him who the blonde guy was, and he just handed me a card with the name Brett on it, before hastily shooing me away," she said, clearly regretting the trouble she'd accidently caused to this stranger.

'Fucking Puck! Why would he hand her my card? And why did he have my card in the first place? Oh God, this means I can get my family back!' Brett thought to himself, finally starting to see a light at the end of the tunnel.

"So, to be 100% clear, the baby isn't mine?" Brett managed to croak out, crying tears of happiness. This entire situation was a mess, but at least now he knows he can get his family back.

"No, it's not, I don't even know you," the woman politely said to Brett.

"Oh, well I'm Brett Pierce, and I am happily married with three kids, or at least I was, before they all left me after I told them that I got you pregnant."

"Oh, I'm so sorry about that, I had no idea, I sincerely thought I was talking to the right guy," Marley said, with her voice slightly cracking, looking like she was about to cry. Brett, not knowing what to do in this particular situation, and already being an awkward person, began softly patting her shoulder, hoping to somehow comfort her.

"I really want to tell you that everything is fine, like 'no harm, no foul', but everything isn't okay, I might've really lost my family," he said sighing. "I know that you didn't intentionally cause me these problems, so would you mind helping me fix things? I want to have a paternity test in order to prove that your baby isn't mine, with your permission of course, so is that okay with you?"

"Sure, it's more than okay with me, besides, it's the least I could do after accidently ruining your family," Marley said, her voice filled with remorse and regret.

They both nodded in understanding. Brett could tell that Charlie was still in shock, since his mouth was continuing to hang open, so he threw his sandwich wrapper inside Charlie's mouth, trying to break him out of his stupor.

"Blegh, what the fuck Brett?!"

"That's what you get for using my name, asshole" Brett said playfully, crossing his arms over his chest.

"That wasn't even me, why don't we just go back to the bar and kill Puck together?" Charlie suggested.

"Deal!" Brett agreed before fist bumping Charlie and proceeding to the waiting area.

When Marley's name was finally called, Brett insisted that he should just stay outside and wait for them to finish the check-up. Afterall, Charlie and Marley were the 'actual' parents of the baby and they deserved to have their first appointment alone, Brett didn't want to taint any memories that they had of their first child together. However, since Charlie was so excited and nervous to be a dad, he ended up holding Brett's hand throughout the whole appointment. The doctor even stopped working on Marley to ask them if she was a surrogate for them. Brett immediately pushed Charlie away, explaining their entire situation to the doctor, and why there was a need for a paternity test. the doctor nodded his head in understanding before getting DNA samples from Brett, Charlie, and Marley, using each of their samples to compare against the baby's DNA.

Brett wanted the results to be released as quickly as possible, but the doctor said that even with him placing a rush on the test results, it was still going to take a minimum of three days before the results came back. Charlie insisted that Brett should stay with him for the next three days, then they could easily come up with a plan on how to get the Pierce family back together again, and in exchange for his help, Brett could give him some advice and tips about being a new dad.

After the appointment they drove Marley back home. However, Charlie, being the crazy person that he was, made sure that he checked over the entire house twice, not wanting Marley to be unsafe, especially since she was carrying his child. Marley just let him be, knowing she wouldn't be able to stop him, but quietly laughing to herself in the corner of the room. Marley was probably the exact opposite of Charlie, she had a very shy and calming presence, but for some reason or another she found Charlie to be quite interesting and funny. After almost two full-hours of checking the house, Charlie finished and began looking around, telling Marley that he was moving-in and that they'd start moving his stuff in with hers later on.

"What do you mean, 'WE'?" Brett asked, since they hadn't talked about moving anything.

"Please? Plus, the results won't be out for another three days, this will help get your mind off your problems," Charlie said, invading his best friend's personal space, hugging him.

"No, I don't want to," Brett said moodily.

"For your godchild's sake. Please?" Charlie pleaded, giving Brett his best puppy-dog eyes.

"The child isn't even born yet and you're already using them." Brett sighed, he knew he had nothing to do for the next three days, so he might as well help his best friend. "Fine, I'll help, but you're helping me get my family back."

"Deal," Charlie said agreeing to Brett's terms, sealing the deal with their patented fist bump.

After three days of moving things and planning how to get Brett's family back, the test results were finally ready to be picked up at the hospital. Brett sighed in relief after he opened them, confirming what everyone already knew, the baby wasn't his, and Charlie was indeed the father of the baby. Brett started heading back home, thinking of all the things he still had to do, before leaving town. During the three days they were waiting for the paternity results, they had been able to locate Brett's family and track them all the way back to Lima, Ohio. Apparently, they had been staying at La Casa Lopez. Brett sighed thinking about his past history with the Lopez family, particularly what had happened the last time Mr. Lopez and Javi had gotten mad at him. However, this time it was probably going to be 100x worse because his son was furious with him as well, if Brett was being totally honest, he wasn't sure he was going to make it out of the Lopez house alive, but at least he could die with the confirmation that he wasn't the father of Marley's baby.

Brett rolled his eyes, thinking back to their visit to the hospital a little less than an hour ago. Charlie had asked the doctor for his own copy of the test results, specifically the portion stating that him and the baby's DNA were a 99.9% match. Charlie couldn't stop grinning with pride, saying that he was definitely framing it and putting it on his office wall. He even had the audacity to ask the doctor for one more additional copy, just so he could send it to his dad as a gift along with the ultrasound, and a onesie that says, 'My Daddy is handsome and so is my Grandpa'.

Brett had to admit, Charlie's idea was actually cute. He wished he could've thought of something like that, but instead he announced to his parents that they were going to be grandparents by uncontrollably crying, having both tears and snot streaming down his face, but somehow managing to find the words to tell his dad that he was going to become a gramps. Brian just laughed, only telling him they were just alike and seemed to have the same problem, which earned a slap across the back of the head from Whitney.

After Brett and Charlie had each gone back home to pack their bags, they met back up in front of Marley's house. They made sure to double check that they had everything that they needed, wanting to make sure things were safe and secure during their long drive, particularly the paternity test results. Brett told Charlie to bring his results as well, just in case anyone asked for some additional proof. After reassuring Marley, that he wasn't going away with Brett forever, and he would be back soon, he kissed her and her baby belly goodbye. Marley just laughed at Charlie's antics, because she had already known that he was coming back, but she decided not to say anything, allowing him to just be his weird and crazy self. knowing and liking the fact that he was a bit weird and crazy. Marley wished the both of them good luck, telling them to have a safe trip, before walking back inside her house.

'This is going to be one long ass ride', Brett mumbled to himself, after hearing how Charlie was crying and mumbling to himself about how much he missed Marley and his baby already. At this point, they had only pulled out of Marley's driveway, so if Charlie was acting like this when he was only a few feet away from them, Brett wasn't sure how he was expected to survive an entire drive without attempting to strangle him. However, Brett did understand how Charlie felt, when Santana was pregnant with BJ, he didn't want to leave her side at all, and he only slightly lightened up on his over-protectiveness during her other two pregnancies. He remembered how she would constantly laugh at him, asking him if he was positive he wasn't the one that was pregnant, since he was extra clingy and cuddly towards her. Brett smiled at the memory, thinking to himself, 'God, I miss her so much, but at least now I'm finally on my way to win my family back. It's been a week since I've last seen them, and I know now more than ever before, I absolutely cannot live without them. I have to get them back, and I'm willing to do whatever it takes'.

Meanwhile Back in Lima…...

Santana had been sitting in her childhood bedroom for the past week, and honestly it had been hell. She'd been missing her husband tremendously and feeling like she understood him well enough to know that he would NEVER cheat on her, at least not willingly, maybe he had been forced or worse, drugged. She was so worried about him, she hated leaving him alone in their house with his nose bleeding. Oh my God, what if he loses too much blood and winds up dying alone? Brett depended on her as much as she depended on him. Brett didn't know how to cook or do his own laundry, hell she even tied his neckties for him. She sighed, she felt like she was trapped in a prison, but her kids helped keep her sane, the only problem was that Beth kept asking and looking for her papi, but thankfully, Brey would somehow manage to distract the little girl each and every time. However, Brey, was the complete opposite of Beth, she didn't ask any questions about her papi at all, which quite honestly was a relief because she didn't really want to discuss her marital problems with her 14 year-old daughter. Then there was BJ, who usually wasn't much of a cuddler, but he had stepped up and started cuddling with Beth in his papi's absence. After spending time with the girls, BJ would often go upstairs to check on Santana, even though she found it annoying, but she did enjoy getting to see him smile, especially since his smile reminded her of his papi's. Even though BJ was acting like he hated his papi right now, they still looked exactly alike, which was somehow comforting to Santana. She smiled when she saw Brett's favorite blanket draped around her son. Although this had been the hardest week in their lives, her children, BJ, Brey and Beth, made her believe that Brett would do everything he could to win them back. She gently caressed her small baby bump, thankful for another miracle and blessing given to her by Brett.

After spending almost ten hours driving on the road, and what felt like a thousand layovers because of Charlie, they were finally in Lima. Brett couldn't believe that his son had driven this far, but he's mostly just thankful that they ended up somewhere safe.

"Charlie wake up! You've been sleeping the whole time!" He yelled at him, startling him away, knowing that since they were in Lima Heights Adjacent already, the Lopez's were only a few blocks away.

"Hmmpfh, you're eager, don't you want to freshen up before going in there? You smell a little ripe after all that driving," Charlie said, yawning and stretching to wake himself up.

"How'd you know that we were close to La Casa Lopez?"

"Uh…. well, Quinn's my sister, and she would drag me over here sometimes, but that was before dad sent me away to boarding school," Charlie casually said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Ohhhh….okay Mr. Spoiled Brat, let's get out of the car," Brett teasingly said to Charlie.

"So, what's the game plan genius?" Charlie retorted.

"Well, Plan A-Z is in your pants pocket, remember?" Brett plainly asked.

"Oh, yeah, right." Charlie apprehensively began searching his pants pockets, looking for his paternity results, before quickly realizing that he didn't have them with him. Charlie began mumbling to himself under his breath, not knowing how to break the news to Brett. He wondered where the test results could possibly be, remembering that he had placed it in his pocket as soon as he received the results earlier that morning. 'Damn it, Marley must have taken the results out of my pocket after I told her I wanted to hang it on the wall in my office, she probably just didn't want me to lose it in the meantime', he thought to himself.

Charlie knew that there no easy way to break this news to Brett, so he decided to just blurt it out, "I don't have my results with me"

"What do you mean 'I don't have my results with me'?'" Brett asked irritably.

"Well, it's exactly like I said, I don't have it with me, I've already checked all my pockets, and it's not here."

"Charlie, we double checked everything before we left and you said that you had everything, so how do end up leaving without the MOST important item," Brett said while shouting at Charlie, clearly annoyed with him.

"Look B, maybe we just wing this one anyway, you don't want to sound like you rehearsed what you were going to say or do, besides, you still ave your test results saying you aren't the father so that's all that matters. Just go knock on the door," Charlie suggested to Brett.

"Yeah, that's not happening, at least not yet anyway. I need to speak to and explain things to Santana first, you know, my wife!"

"Why? It's the same thing as talking to her family now/"

"No, it's really not. Santana's family aren't really my biggest fans, especially right now, so if I can talk to her first, I'd get to do it without receiving death glares or feeling like worst person on Earth."

"Right…." Charlie said nonchalantly, he didn't really understand Brett sometimes, but he'll always support him. "So, if you want to avoid the family, we're going to have to check and see if her parents and brother's cars are here."

"So, their cars are here, what are we gonna do now?" Brett asked, hoping that Charlie could think of a last minute plan in order for him to see Santana and avoid her family.

"Do you know where her room is?" Charlie asked,with a mischievous look on his face.

"What kind of question is that? Of course, I know where her room is!" Brett replied back to him, slightly raising his voice.

"Then just climb up to her room, look there's a tree right there, just keep climbing until you get to the room that's hers," Charlie suggested to Brett, thinking this was a great idea and a pretty easy solution.

However, Brett was looking at him like he was crazy, which in his mind, Charlie clearly was, because there was no way that he could climb a tree. Brett was not an athletic person, at all, plus he was really clumsy, so this was definitely a terrible idea.

"Charlie, how long have you known me? I can't even make it past ten push-ups, but you expect me to be able to climb a fricking tree?!"

"It's not even a big tree, Brett, you're literally 6'2!" Charlie retorted, growing frustrated with his friend.

"So what? That doesn't mean I can do this! I've never done something like this before," Brett whined, knowing that if he truly wanted his family back, he was going to have to do this.

"There's always a first time for everything, so, go climb on up there," Charlie replied back, almost mockingly.

"But what if the kids are with her?" Brett asked, honestly just stalling at this point, trying to come up with all types of excuses.

"Don't worry about them, I'll go in and distract them. Just make sure to peek inside the window before you actually go inside, then you can tell me if they are there. If they are, I'll just go knock on the front door to get their attention," Charlie said confidently.

"How?" Brett asked him suspiciously.

"Just trust me will you, the less you know the better, besides, you need to be focusing on your part of the plan, you know, getting your wife back, " Charlie assertively replied back to him.

"Fine!" Brett said, as he tried to grab some branches and pull himself up. However, every time he tried to climb up, he would fail. He was too heavy and coulding support his own wiehgt so his foot would slide whenever he placed it on top of the tree. He heard a cracking sound coming from one of the branches, so he hastily let go of the tree branch he was holding. Brett began silently thinking to himself, 'Now this is exactly why I didn't sneak into Santana's room when we're in high school, I might have killed myself doing a stunt like this'!

"You look like Tarzan! You know the version of him where he has amnesia and has somehow forgotten how to climb trees! Man, c'mon, I'm getting exhausted just looking at you... you know what, why don't I just help you out and give you a boost." Charlie sighed out, feeling a bit disappointed at his best friend's lack of athleticism.

"A what?" Brett asked.

"Boost! I'll crouch down and let you step on my hands and then I'll push my hands up, which should help lift you up a little. I used to o this when I was a cheerleader," Charlie casually stated.

"Wait, when you were a what?!" Brett replied back, completely flabbergasted at this new discovery.

"You heard me, I used to be a cheerleader," Charlie repeated to Brett once more, completely unphased by the shocked look on Brett's face.

Brett rolled his eyes in Charlie's direction, "uhmmm…is there maybe something you want to tell me, I mean, there's no judgment from me because I'll love you regardless since you're my best friend, besides, I always say 'love who you love, and be who you are no matter what'."

"Wow, that was really sweet of you to say, but you shouldn't even think twice about me, I only joined the team because of the great views it provided me with, plus, the ladies loved that I was able to carry them all by myself," he said looking back at Brett and wiggling his eyebrows.

"You're such a Perv," Brett stated back to him, full of disgust.

"Whatever nerd, don't be mad that I had game and you didn't," Charlie retorted back.

"Will you just shut up and help me climb this tree," Brett said, clearly aggravated by Charlie. He stepped on top of Charlie's hands and pulled himself up.

"God, you're really heavy, you have to start exercising man," Charlie said as he dusted off his hands, "Can you see the kids?" He asked Brett, now that he had edged around the house, and was in front of Santana's room.

"Yeah, Brey and Beth are in Santana's room with her," Brett stated.

"Okay, I'm gonna go knock on the front door, their Tio Charlie will distract them, alright?"

"Fine! Just hurry up."

"Jeez, will you calm down old man," Charlie said, laughing at how nervous Brett was to be hanging from a tree.

After that, Charlie left to go knock on the front door. After he had been knocking on the door for about five minutes, the girls finally heard it and quickly got up to see who it was, leaving their Mami all alone in her room. Once they left, Brett slowly opened the window so it wouldn't make a creaking sound. He saw his wife lying on her bed in the fetal position, letting her tears stream down her face, now that the girls were gone. He took a deep breath and mustered up all the courage he could find, before finally speaking up.

"Santana" he said in almost a whisper.

"What are you doing here?" She asked him, in a weak voice.

"I missed you," Brett said, tears beginning to pool in his eyes.

"Santana," he whispered.

"Santana, please," he nudged her chin, so he could look into her eyes.

"Just give me five minutes to explain everything to you," he said, grabbing his wife's face, wiping the tears that were streaming down her cheeks. He grabbed one of her hands, pulling it towards his chest and next to his heart.

"I just need you to listen alright," he said caressing her cheeks. He took a deep breath and started to explain everything to Santana.

"The baby isn't mine, it was all a terrible misunderstanding. The baby is Charlie's, when the woman asked for Charlie's contact information, the bartender accidentally handed her my card instead. The woman said she didn't even know me, so I never cheated on you Santana and I never will," he said, nervously sighing and waiting for Santana to respond. When she didn't immediately respond he started rambling.

"Also, you don't need to worry, when I find Puck, the owner of that bar, I'm going to use my machines to kill him slowly, then I'm going to bring him back to life, just so I can kill him again. Anyway I took a paternity test, so I have proof that I'm not the father of Marley's baby. Charlie has paternity test results too, but only because he wants to brag about being the father. I told him to bring his results with him so I could show them to you, but somehow it didn't end up making the trip with us." He looked into Santana's eyes, noticing that she appeared to be in a daze, and still wasn't answering him, so he continued speaking, hoping that she would eventually start talking to him again.

"I'm really, really, sorry for this entire mess Santana. You know that I would never intentionally hurt you right? I've never even thought about being with another woman, it has always been you and it always will be. Over this past week, I got a glimpse of how life without my family would be, and I have to tell you, I don't want that life at all. I want to be with you and our crazy annoying kids forever, well, if you'll let me."

He looked down after his speech, not knowing what else he could possibly say, but he was suddenly shocked, when he felt a hard slap land on his cheeks. He looked up into Santana's eyes expecting to see anger, but it was actually the complete opposite. Santana snaked her arms around his neck and pulled him down into a hug. Brett wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to him, and burying his face into her neck. He truly missed this type of affection from his wife, her warmth, her scent, pretty much everything about Santana.

"What took you so long?" She asked as they both pulled back, except Brett was refusing to let her go, holding onto her for dear life.

"Huh," Brett replied back to her.

"What took you so long to get here?" Santana asked once again, softly pounding her hands on her husband's chest.

"I'm sorry," Brett said, bending down to kiss her forehead, "I've just been completely lost this past week, I didn't know what to do without my family, so I spent a lot of time drowning my sorrows in alcohol, but none of that matters now. All that matters is that I'm here now, and I promise, I'm never going to let you walk out of my life again."

"Hmmmm…. okay, but seriously, you smell really bad, Honey. When was the last time you cleaned yourself up? Your hair is messy, your face is covered in stubble, not to mention that nasty mustache babe. I can see that it's practically covered with food crumbs."

"Yeah, yeah, I missed you more babe." Brett said, kissing his wife passionately.

"I'm taking you and the kids back home today, but I know I will need to speak with your parents, brother, and BJ first, I need to explain to them what really happened."

"Okay, I can't wait to go home, the girls really missed you, and so did BJ, but you know how he is, he'll never admit it." They continued hugging for a little while longer before Brett pulled away, telling her that he needed to go and get ready. He told her that his plan was always to talk to her parents during dinner that evening, but he needed to see his wife beforehand so he could get some courage.

"I have to go now, but I'll be back in a little while, to take both you and the kids home, I promise. I just really needed to see you first and explain everything to you. Plus, you know I'm still scared of your family, so I had to absorb some of your courageous energy….so yeah, that's pretty much it."

Santana grabbed his hands and kissed them, guiding them to her stomach. "Just in case you needed any more strength and courage," she said waiting for him to realize what she was telling him. At first, he thought it was a sexual innuendo, but then he felt a small bump on her stomach. Tears began falling from his eyes, as he immediately started hugging her, bringing her closer and thanking her for another miracle.

"I actually sent a box to your office you know; did you ever get it?" she asked him suggestively, figuring it would have been a nice surprise for him, but he never mentioned it.

"The box was from you?" He asked surprised since he thought it was from Marley.

"Yeah, who else would it be from?" Santana's eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Oh my God! The pregnancy test was yours, this whole time I thought it was from the lady who called me on the phone. When the box arrived, I immediately opened it, but at the same time I received a phone call from a woman telling me she was pregnant. Plus, the words were typewritten, and it said, 'Congrats you're going to be a Dad', usually when you or the kids are referring to me, you always call me Papi. So, I thought the test was hers," he said, while continuing to caress her small pregnant belly.

"Well, you can actually blame Quinn for that. I told her to write 'Papi' on the note, but she said it was informal, so she was going to write 'Dad' instead" He knelt down in front of Santana, pulling her sweater up so he could expose her tummy, softly kissing it.

"I promise we're going home soon. Papi loves you so much already, even though you already got me into a bit of trouble," and with that, he pulled her sweater down, hugging her one more time, before exiting through the window once again.

After Brett managed to climb down from the window without hurting himself, Charlie was already waiting for him in the car. He told Charlie that they were going to go shopping so he could get a haircut and some decent clothes. He wanted to look good if he was going to be facing the Lopez family, since he already knew Santana's dad was going to give him a hard time. After they went shopping and Brett looked more respectable, Charlie and Brett headed back to the Lopez's.

"So, do you want me to go in with you?" Charlie asked as they once again pulled the car up in front of La Casa Lopez.

"No, but thanks for the offer C," Brett said as he hugged and fist bumped his best friend.

"Alright, so I guess I'll see you back in New York, B."

Charlie dropped Brett off on the Lopez front porch before driving down the street out of Brett's line of sight. He really didn't feel comfortable leaving Brett yet, so he parked a few houses down, while still having a clear view of La Casa Lopez. He sighed, he really hoped that his best friend could get his family back. He wasn't used to seeing him so sad and drunk all the time. Although Charlie would never be considered a 'prayer warrior', or even someone who prayed much at all, for the first time in years, he bowed his head in prayer for Brett, praying as hard as he possibly could for his friend to get his family back.

Brett stood in front of the door, looking himself over. He had gotten a completely new hairstyle, which kind of made him look like a badass, plus, his stubble and mustache had been shaved off his face. He was a black pair of slacks and a dark blue button-down dress shirt, making him look a million times more presentable than he did before. He sighed, really not wanting to get into a fight with Santana's family, but already knowing that it was going to happen regardless, so he just decided not to care anymore. All he cared about was getting his family back and going home with them, especially now that he knew that Santana was pregnant. Nothing was going to stop him from taking his family back home, not even the wrath of the Lopez's.

He took a deep breath and knocked on the door, however, he was caught off guard when the person that answered the door was his son, BJ. Brett wasn't the only one surprised in this moment though, because BJ, looked just as equally shocked at seeing his father.

"Papi, what are you doing here?!" He yelled

"Son, I'm...," but before Brett could respond back to his son, Mr. Lopez interrupted him by standing in front of him, blocking the front entrance and trying to scare him away.

"Are you kidding me? You actually have the audacity to show up at our house after you got another woman pregnant!" Mr. Lopez screamed in Brett's face angrily.

"Sir, I…...," Brett tried to explain once more, but was cut off, yet again.

"Brett just go back home, before I beat your ass. You are really trying my patience, man," Javi said, while trying to push him out of the front entranceway. However, somehow Brett was able to maneuver around Javi, making his way inside of the house. BJ pushed his mami behind him, trying to protect her from his papi. In that moment, Santana truly looked like she was scared, and tear were threatening to fall down her face. When Brett looked at her, all he wanted to do was run over and comfort her, so he decided to 'man up' and do what he had to do.

"No, you're all going to listen to me. I've let you step all over me for as long as I can remember, and I'm tired of it. You should all know me well enough to know that I would never intentionally set out to hurt Santana. But no one, and I mean no one wanted to give me a chance to explain! After the woman called me while I was in my office, I went home and told my wife right after the party ended, I had no intention of lying to her, because that's not the type of person I am. Also, in case you're wondering, the baby isn't even mine, it was all a huge misunderstanding. I really don't need to explain everything to everyone, since Santana already knows everything. The only thing that you do need to know is that I've never cheated on my wife, and I'm never going to. So, now that everything is out in the open, I wanted to inform you that I'm taking my family home, regardless of whether you like it or not. Santana is my wife and these are my children, they are mine, so get out of my way!" Bret growled, pushing pass Javi and Mr. Lopez in order to hug his wife. "Oh, by the way here are the paternity test results, not that you deserve them since this isn't any of your business, but if you need more proof, I'll agree to another test in your hospital after the baby is born." He dropped the paper on the table, pulling his wife closer to him while kissing her forehead, wiping the tears off her cheeks. He murmured sweet nothings in his wife's ear causing her to smile. Brett opened his arms so BJ could join their hug, noticing that he had been standing in the corner quietly watching their interaction. BJ apprehensively walked over to his parents before flinging himself into to his papi's arms, instantly beginning to cry. He felt so guilty for not giving his papi a chance to explain the situation, so he looked his father in the eyes, before regretfully apologizing to him. Brett nodded his head in understanding, and then sandwiched BJ in-between both his and Santana's arms. Brett kissed his son's head, telling him that he was proud of how he protected his mami and little sisters. BJ smiled and nodded, continuing to cuddle into his Papi's arms.

Mama Lopez, who had been watching the entire scene play out in front of her, choosing not to interfere, was happily crying, overcome with emotion at seeing her daughter's family reunited. She told her husband and son that they needed to to calm down, so they can talk about it in a respectfully manner. Eventually, after they'd both cooled down, they apologized to Brett. Brett shrugged and told them it wasn't a big deal, and he would've done the exact same thing if the role were reversed.

Brey and Beth was ecstatic when they saw their papi, however, at first glance, Beth didn't recognize it was her papi since he had a new haircut and had shaved his mustache off. It wasn't until Beth heard him speak, that she really knew it was him, jumping into his arms and showering him with kisses.

Brett was so happy that he finally got his family back. He couldn't stop kissing and hugging them, heck, even BJ joined in on the cuddling session, before all of them eventually fell asleep. When Brett woke up on the floor, Beth was soundly sleeping on his chest, while BJ was laid out with foot resting on his nose. He smiled, so happy that this was his family, even if they had just gone through a difficult time in their lives, at least they were complete.

He turned to his wife and children, gently waking them up, finally saying and meaning the words he'd been waiting to say for the past week, "Hey, it's time to go home!"

After Brett and Santana got back home, they couldn't keep their hands off of each other, which is how they ended up here….

"Fuck Brett, I missed you so much," Santana said as they both came down from their highs. Santana fell on top of Brett, burying her face into his chest, noticing for the first time, that her name was tattooed directly in the middle of it.

"When did you get this?" She asked as she traced the tattoo of her name on Brett's chest.

"While we were waiting for the paternity test results Charlie and I got bored, so we stumbled into a tattoo parlor. I told the artist that I wanted your name on my chest, so when everyone sees it, they'll already know the name of the person who owns my heart. Plus, I feel like a badass having a tattoo now, do you like it, Honey? I'm planning on getting the kids name tattooed on my arms as well, even this little B," he said, caressing her little tummy.

"Hmmmm, Baby, I'll let you have a full sleeve on your arm if you can manage to fuck me all night long," Santana huskily said. She had really missed her husband during the week they were apart, so she definitely wanted to make up for lost time. Besides, she was also pregnant, which meant that her hormones were raging out of control, and she needed him to satisfy her cravings.

"Consider it done babe," he said, flipping Santana on all fours, starting to pound into her.

5 ½ Months Later…...

"I promise Mami, I'll visit as soon as I can, please don't cry," BJ said, as he comforted his mami.

"But...," Santana stuttered out, not knowing what she is going to do without her 'baby boy'.

"I'll going to call you every day Mami. Plus, I'll only going to be like an hour away from you."

"Fine, just hug your Mami please, be safe driving, and call me as soon as you get there!" She said as her son hugged her tight, while she raked her hands in his blonde hair. He pulled away, kissing his mami's forehead, "Be a good boy mijo and please always use protection, I'm way too young to be an abuela, so don't be like your Papi, okay?" She joked as she pinched his cheeks.

"Mamiiii!" "Santanaaa!" Brett and BJ both whined at the same time.

"What? You're acting like it's not true though," She said, pulling him in for a hug one final time before he left.

"Te quiro mucho mijo (I love you so much sweetie)" she whispered in his ears.

"Bye Mami, bye Papi," he waved one last time, before getting the into the truck his parents had bought for him as a birthday gift and driving away.

Santana started crying, knowing that she was going to miss her son terribly. Her 'baby boy' was off to college, and even though he had promised to visit them often, it still made her sad that her first born child was all grown up. He had changed after the incident happened, he had matured, and the bond they shared as mother and son had only strengthened. Brett calmed Santana down, caressed her now 6 ½ months pregnancy belly.

"Did he ever tell you the reason why he chose NYU?" Santana asked.

"No, but I did notice that most of his top choices were in New York," Bret stated back to her.

"Yeah, do you remember the week we spent away in Lima?" Brett sighed, hating the idea of thinking back to that moment in their lives. Santana rubbed his arms, assuring him that everything was alright.

"When the kids found out I was pregnant, Beth was actually the first one to know. All the kids were excited and happy of course, but after that, BJ told me that he had decided to attend a school right here in New York. He said that most of his offers were from New York based schools anyway, so it wasn't really a hard choice, but with the new baby coming he wanted to be around so he could help me raise the baby. I couldn't stop cryig when he said that to me, I mean, God Brett, your son, and all of our children are perfect."

"Yeah, they are, and I have you to thank for that. You're the one that's raising them to be good decent human beings, and I couldn't be any prouder," Brett said, leaning down and passionately kissing his wife.

"Hmmm….c'mon let's go back inside so we can practice making some more" Santana jokingly said, pulling Brett inside their house.

2 Months Later…...

When Santana was just slightly over her 8 ½ month pregnancy mark, her water broke, and she had to be rushed to the hospital. Brett was a nervous wreck the entire time since he was scared that she was giving birth too early. However, Santana was totally calm, since her doctor had told her a few months earlier that twins tend to arrive sooner than single births. After five hours of labor, Santana finally gave birth to two happy and healthy twin boys. Currently, Brett was crying while holding them in his arms.

"Santana they're adorable" he said as he put both of them in their Mami's waiting arms. Santana looked at her husband, knowing that he wanted to say something.

"Brett what is it?"

"Huh?"

"I know that face, tell me whatever it is that you want to say," Santana said, encouraging him.

"Can we give them my name like we did with BJ? But instead of Junior they'll be Third and Fourth?" Santana chuckled, sensing that this particular conversation was going to happen sooner or later. Ever since Marley gave birth, and named the baby after Charlie, specifically naming him Charles Xavier Fabray Jr., Brett had been subtly hinting that he wanted to name the twins after him too.

"Please? Plus, they already look like me anyway," he said, putting his lip out and pouting now.

"Fine, we can name them after you, buuuutttt…...only under the condition that you will be on diaper duty for the next three months."

"Did you hear that Third and Fourth? Mami agrees," he said, kissing both of the twins' foreheads and then Santana's.

"Hmmmm," she hummed starting to fall asleep.

"I love you so much Santana. Thank you for everything, because you've given me the world," Brett said, kissing his wife's forehead once again. Santana laughed softly, feeling her husband's ridiculous mustache on his lips. Somehow, even though Santana was hesitant, she ended up loving the mustache that Brett had on his face, so Brett happily grew it back a second time, just for her.

The End