*Decided that everyone needed a fun chapter with the whole gang! Hope you like it!*
It is finally Thanksgiving and Santana is so excited, especially since she isn't spending it with her parents. They still have not said anything to her regarding the holiday or Sebastian. Speaking of the devil in disguise, Santana has not heard anything about the break-in. She is trying to come to terms with the fact that Sebastian is going to get away with it. Everyone has finally stopped asking her about how she is feeling. Santana absolutely hates talking about how she is feeling. Brett is easier to talk to because he never pushes her but Quinn is the opposite.
Santana loves Quinn to death but that girl really knows how to piss her off. They have known each other for so long that sometimes Quinn knows her better than herself. When Santana wants to retreat into her shell, Quinn pushes her out. When Santana doesn't want to talk, Quinn makes her. Santana knows it is because Quinn cares but it is still annoying. Either Quinn has realized that Santana is serious and decided to lay off of her or Brett told her to stop pushing San. Santana doesn't care which one, she is just glad that everyone has backed off.
When Santana woke up her bed was completely empty. Brett's side was cold which means that he has been gone for a while. Santana could hear music playing from outside of her room. Who the hell was playing music and why are they doing it so early? Santana threw on her glasses and pulled on a pair of sweatpants before making her way out to the common area. She leaned against the opening of the kitchen smiling. Both Quinn and Brett were in aprons cooking up a storm. There were a bunch of platters all over the kitchen and the aromas smelled amazing. Santana liked seeing Quinn and Brett so happy. It was nice to have actual joy on a holiday.
"Sleeping beauty is finally awake," Quinn said, grinning. "It's a little hard to sleep over your singing," San said. "Please you love my singing," Q said, waving her off. Brett dropped what he was doing and walked over to her. He slid his arms around her waist and Santana placed her arms around his neck. She started playing with the necktie of the apron. "Good morning," He said, leaning down and kissing her lips. "I missed waking up with you," Santana said with a sad face. "I wanted to stay but someone pulled me out of bed," Brett said pointing with his eyes to Quinn. "I can hear you," Quinn said. "Good you were supposed to" Brett hollered back.
Santana let her eyes wander down her boyfriend's body. "I like your apron," she said, smiling. "Does it turn you on because your glasses are doing things to me?" Brett said. He started kissing her neck making Santana laugh. Brett continued kissing back up to her ear, "let's get out of here" he whispered. Brett's hands wandered down to her ass cupping it as he kissed her neck. "Quinn" she whispered, breathless since she was getting really hot and bothered at the moment.
Neither realized that Quinn walked closer to them. She pulled back her hand and smacked the back of Brett's head. Brett quickly pulled away, "hey" he called to Quinn. "You two are in the kitchen so cut it out," Quinn said. Brett groaned while Santana giggled. "It is Thanksgiving so I need help cooking, you can be thankful for sex later when I am too drunk to notice" Quinn suggested turning back to her turkey. Brett smirked, "We have a date later" he whispered before kissing her cheek and going back to what he was prepping. Santana smiled and turned to leave the kitchen. "Where the hell are you going? This was your idea which means you need to help." Quinn said.
"It is way too early for that," Santana groaned. "Your ice latte is in the fridge. Quinn, let her have her coffee, and then she will help" Brett said. Santana smiled, of course, he knows that she needs coffee in the morning. Brett even went as far as to get her coffee from her favorite place. Santana grabbed her drink, "thank you baby" Santana said, kissing on the lips. Quinn made a gagging sound. "Is that the noise you make with Puck?" San asked with a cheeky grin. "Santana" Quinn yelled while Brett groaned not needing to hear that. "Don't test me before my coffee Q, you know that plus you kinda walked into it" Santana said, laughing and taking a seat on the couch.
Santana kicked her feet up and sat back, relaxing and sipping on her latte. Quinn and Brett were still working away in the kitchen. "San, your phone is vibrating" Brett yelled. "I am comfortable, who is it?" She yelled back. "It's your mom," He said. Santana rolled her eyes, "just ignore it" she mumbled. The ringing stopped so either her mom hung up or Brett silenced it. Within a minute her phone started again. Santana groaned, "is it her again?" she asked. "No, it's your dad now" Quinn yelled. "Do you want me to just shut it off?" She asked San. "No, I need to keep it on in case the detectives need me, just silence it," San said.
Once Santana finished her latte she finally got up to start helping. Santana grabbed the extra table and put it together, attaching it to their normal one. Throwing a cute table cloth that Quinn bought over them and tying it all together with some flowers in the middle that Brett got from Ginny. "There I helped," Santana said, pointing to her table. "It looks nice Tana," Brett said, smiling. "That is not the only thing you are doing, stop enabling her Brett. Now come make a pie" Quinn said
Both Brett and Santana laughed. Brett placed another apron over her head, San turned around so he could tie her up. Once he was done he leaned down to whisper in her ear. "Get to pie-making missy," Brett said kissing the spot right below her ear. He then smacked her ass, making her yelp. "Do I need to separate you two?" Quinn asked. They both laughed and turned back to what they were doing. The couple looked like kids who just got in trouble with their teacher.
The trio spent the entire morning and part of the afternoon cooking. If Santana had known that it was going to take this long, she would have just bought Thanksgiving dinner from a restaurant. The front door opened up, "Don't worry the party is here!" Puck yelled walking in. "I was so worried," San mumbled. "Where have you been?" Quinn asked. "Happy Thanksgiving babe, I love you too," Puck said, kissing her on the lips. Quinn couldn't help but smile, "Happy Thanksgiving," she said.
Santana pulled Puck aside, "How the hell did you get out of helping," she asked. "Easy, I said there was a plumbing emergency plus who can't resist this face" Puck said with a big grin. Santana rolled her eyes, "Well now that you're here, you can help Quinn while I shower" Santana said, putting her apron on Puck. "Come on Puck, you heard her" Quinn yelled from the kitchen. Santana smirked and left him there. Santana took a nice hot shower, making sure to exfoliate and shave. Once she was done, she dried herself and put on a satin robe.
As Santana was brushing her hair, she heard a knock. "Come in," she yelled. Brett walked in and closed the door. "I thought you already showered?" Santana asked. "I did, but I need to shave my beard," Brett explained. "Oh no you are not, I like the feeling of it" she said reaching out and rubbing it. "Okay I will just trim it, is that okay?" He asked, laughing. Santana nodded, letting him get to the sink. As Brett was trimming it, Santana jumped up on the counter and crossed her legs. "Are you excited?" she asked. "For once, I actually am. I think it is going to be a good time" Brett replied. "It will be plus Quinn is actually a really good cook" San added. "I wonder how the things we prepared are going to turn out," Brett asked, with a chuckle. "As a warning, I know I fucked up the pumpkin pie so do not even try it," Santana said, laughing.
Brett nodded, "Thanks for the warning," he said. Brett added some aftershave on, finally finishing. "How's this?" He asked his girlfriend. Santana smiled, "perfect, you look very handsome," she said. Brett couldn't help but notice just how beautiful she looked. He reached out and caressed her cheek. Santana leaned into his touch. "God, you are so beautiful," Brett whispered, making Santana smile. Brett leaned forward and kissed her forehead. Then her cheek and her other cheek, followed by her chin. Brett pressed a soft kiss to her pulse point then continued to nip and kiss down to her collar.
He ran his hand up her calf and over her knee. Brett lifted Santana's leg, uncrossing them. "Brett" San whispered, breathless. He pushed her legs apart and rubbed up against her thighs. "What baby?" Brett asked with his lips still pressed to her neck, but this time it was the other side. He wanted to make sure he kissed every inch of her gorgeous skin. "Quinn and Puck?" she asked. "I locked the door, they were preoccupied. Just try to be quiet" Brett said, chuckling because he knew that Santana was loud. Santana rolled her eyes.
Brett reluctantly pulled his lips from her neck and got rid of his shirt. Santana instantly was even more aroused. She ran her hands down his chest, outlining his abs with her finger. Brett gripped her waist and pulled her quickly forward, making Santana gasp. He nipped up her neck while soothing her skin with his tongue until he got to her ear. "What do you want Tana?" Brett husked into her ear. Santana tossed her head back, "Please B" she pleaded. "Use your words babe" he whispered and then lightly bit her ear lobe. "I need you" Santana managed to get out.
Brett lifted his head from the crook of her neck. He wanted to watch this. Brett slowly grabbed the ties to the robe and carefully untied them. Santana watched Brett's face while biting her lip. He was concentrating on his every move, taking in every inch of her. Brett dropped the tie and slowly moved the two sides of the robe apart, exposing Santana's naked body. Her glistening core dripping with arousal. Brett pushed the robe off her shoulders so he could see all of his amazing girlfriend.
Santana reached out and pushed down Brett's boxers, releasing his dick. Brett watched as Santana ran her fingers through her core and then grabbed his dick. Brett hissed as she started pumping his shaft. Brett captured her lips, needing to taste her. He slipped his tongue into her mouth while sliding his hand up her taut abdomen until he found her breast. Brett kneaded it slowly, making sure to play with her nipples. Santana was moaning into his mouth.
Once he was fully hard which didn't take long, Santana pulled her hand away and gripped the back of his neck. Brett moved his hands down her back and grabbed her ass, picking her up just a bit. This allowed Brett to pull her close and slide into her, fitting absolutely perfectly. Santana gasps, feeling so full, so quickly. Brett slowly moved in and out. Santana's heavy breathing and moans flooded the bathroom. "So fucking tight" he groaned into the crook of her neck. Santana wrapped her legs around his waist, Brett moved his hands under her thigh and was now fully holding her in the air. She pushed her breast into his chest and tossed her head back. Brett kissed up her neck and under her chin.
Brett continued to move slowly, letting Santana's orgasm build. She could feel her pussy start to clench around Brett. Something about this felt so different for her. It was slow and passionate, it was like it meant so much more. Santana wondered if Brett noticed it too.
Santana trembled as her orgasm washed over her, pulling Brett with her. He continued to slowly move, milking himself of every drop and extending Santana's orgasm. Brett placed her carefully on the counter again. He tucked her hair behind her ear and leaned forward. Brett slowly kissed her. Santana was now completely sure, this was definitely different than the other times they had sex. She pulled away and leaned her forehead against his. "Brett, I" she started to say before the banging on the door interrupted her. "People are going to be here soon, stop fucking and get ready" Puck yelled.
Brett slid out of her making Santana miss the fullness. He grabbed some toilet paper and passed her some. They both started cleaning themselves up. "What were you going to say, Tana?" Brett asked, pulling up his pants. "What?" she asked as she pulled her robe back on. "Before Puck interrupted us, it seemed like you were going to say something," Brett said. Santana secured the robe with the tie. Santana thought for a second before shaking her head, "Nothing, was just going to suggest we get ready soon" she said with a small smile. "That we should," he said with a chuckle. Brett leaned down and gave her a quick kiss before leaving the bathroom. Santana wrapped her arms around her waist. She has officially fallen.
Santana blow-dried her hair and curled it, leaving it down. She pulled on dark-washed jeans with a maroon-colored sweater that fell off one shoulder. Santana kept her makeup light with gold undertones. As she was checking herself in the mirror, her bedroom door abruptly opened. Mercedes walked in, "wow you look nice," she said. "Why do you sound surprised?" San asked. "Well, you were just having sex not too long ago so I just assumed it would have taken you longer to get ready" Cedes said with a smirk. Santana's mouth dropped, why does everyone talk about her sex life? "Who the hell told you?" San asked. "Puck basically announced it when Kurt and I walked in. You should have seen Brett's face, he looked mortified" Mercedes said laughing. Santana groaned, "The poor guy isn't used to our craziness and honesty," she said. "He better get used to it because I saw how much alcohol everyone brought and you know what happens when we all get shit-faced," she said with a smirk. "Everyone gets horny," Santana said. Mercedes nodded with a devil smile.
By the time Mercedes and Santana walked back out into the living room, everyone was there. Tina, Mike, Rachel, Finn, Mercedes, Kurt, Puck, Quinn, Santana, and Brett; the entire New York gang. Quinn handed Santana and Mercedes a glass of red wine while holding one herself. "We have plenty, so drink up" Rachel chirped from the kitchen. "Is she already drunk?" Santana asked. "I think the better phrase is tipsy but if she continues at the speed that she is going then yes, she will be drunk in no time" Quinn giggled.
"You look gorgeous" Brett whispered, wrapping his arms around Santana's waist from behind. She laughed and turned her head toward her boyfriend, "how much did you drink while I was getting ready?" San asked. "Just a few," Brett mumbled. "A few of what," She asked, smirking knowing that it wasn't beer. "Whiskey," he said with a grin. "Slow it down soldier, I don't want you passing out before dinner," Santana said. "Okay baby," Brett said, kissing lips. "Do you guys ever stop?" Quinn asked, making them pull apart. Brett stuck his tongue out and went back over to the guys who were all sitting in the living room.
Santana walked into the kitchen where all the girls and Kurt were hanging out. "I don't mean to ruin this holiday but Santana, have you talked to your parents today?" Tina asked. Santana groaned, "let me guess, they called your parents," she said. Tine nodded, "I got a call when I was getting ready. Apparently whatever your parents said to them had them worried for your well-being. So they called me to see if I could find out if you were okay" Tina explained. "San your parents are crazy" Kurt pointed out. "Trust me, I know. At least Tina's parents are looking out for me" San said laughing. "I told them that you were okay," Tina said laughing.
"So you haven't answered them all day," Quinn asked. "No I finally just silenced anything that comes from their numbers," she said. "Santana, you shouldn't ignore your parents. What if they need you?" Rachel pointed out. "Trust me, they haven't needed me for months, so they don't need me now. They just want me to get back together with Sebastian" Santana explained. Both Mercedes and Quinn took a big sip of their wine, knowing just what Santana has gone through. "I think Brett is so much better than Bash," Tina said. "Everyone is better than Bash," Mercedes said. "True that but at least he was hot," Kurt said. Everyone went silent and looked at him. "What? I mean that as a complement" he said but nobody said anything. "I meant that Santana always picks a looker, first Bash and then Brett," Kurt added. Santana just rolled her eyes, "Of course I pick hot people, they need to match me" She said motioning to her body.
"You ain't that hot," Mercedes said. "Like you wouldn't tap this Weezy?" San asked, wrapping her arms around Mercedes in a flirty way that made Cedes laugh. "Santana that is highly inappropriate," Rachel said, pulling the turkey out of the oven. Santana just waved her off, scoffing. "Time to eat everyone!" Quinn called. "We will finish this later," Santana said winking at Mercedes which made her laugh even harder. Santana knew it made Rachel uncomfortable which made it even funnier.
Everyone sat down around the giant table that was filled to the edges with food. "This looks amazing Quinn," Mike said. "I cooked too," San said with Brett adding that he did too. "I don't know if I want to eat this knowing Santana touched it," Finn said, laughing. Santana grabbed a roll and threw it at him. "Stop throwing food and dig in!" Quinn said smiling. As everyone ate and chatted, Rachel got everyone's attention. "I think we should go around and say what we are thankful for," she said smiling. Mercedes groaned loudly making everyone laugh. "I am thankful that I now know not to invite you next year," San said, grinning. Rachel fake laughed while everyone else really laughed.
This felt like the night of the dinner party only better. Everyone was getting along so well, it felt so natural. It was also nice not to have everyone wondering about Brett's injuries. "Hey Brett, I signed up for a boxing lesson when the gym opens again," Finn said. Santana couldn't help but chuckle picturing Finn and Brett boxing, that walrus is going to get his ass kicked. "He is going to beat your ass," Puck said laughing. At least someone else is thinking the same thing as San. "This isn't about him kicking my ass, I want to learn to box!" Finn pointed out. "By the time we are done, Finn is going to be able to kick your ass," Brett said to Puck. "I want to be there!" Mike said, raising his hand. "You guys are not fighting," Quinn said. Rachel agreed with her, "They will be fine! I will even make sure they have those helmets on" Brett added. "I am not wearing a stupid helmet," Puck said. "Yes, you will," Quinn said, giving him the look. He quickly backed down and agreed.
Quinn's phone started ringing, making her jump a bit since she wasn't expecting it. Quinn didn't recognize the number but she didn't know if it was the hospital so she answered it. Everyone could tell by her face that whoever was on the other line, shocked Quinn. She took the phone away from her ear and looked at Santana. "It's your father," Quinn said, handing the phone over to her. Santana groaned and grabbed the phone. All Santana wanted to do was hang up on him but she knows that he won't stop. The last thing she needed was for him to show up here. Santana raised the phone to her ear. "Qué," she said. Everyone continued to talk quietly but let's face it, they all wanted to know what Santana was going to say to her father.
Carlos- "Where the hell are you? We have dinner at 4 pm, you know that.
Santana- I told you that I wasn't coming.
Carlos- Don't you dare embarrass me, Santana. The Smythes are here and your mother is stalling them, so get your ass over here.
Santana- No. I am having Thanksgiving with the people who have always supported me.
(Santana looked around at all her friends who were smiling. Brett reached over and placed his hand on her lap. Santana grabbed his hand. This is really turning out like the last dinner party but this time it is Santana who needs the support.)
Carlos- All I have ever wanted for you was for someone to support you, there is nothing wrong with that. Sebastian is going to provide for you and make sure you are happy. That is what we all wanted Mija.
Santana- That is not what I want. All you ever wanted was for me to be a housewife and have kids. I love my job and I am happy, that is what you should want for me.
Carlos- (Groans) Just come over and we can discuss it with your boyfriend.
Santana- I am actually sitting next to my boyfriend at the moment so there is nothing to discuss.
Carlos- What are you talking about?
Santana- I am surprised Sebastian didn't tell you. I have a new boyfriend and he is amazing. He supports me and wants me to excel in my job, unlike you. I am happy Papi, why can't you just be happy for me?
Carlos- I am so disappointed in you Santana.
Santana- I am sorry Papi but I choose happiness.
Carlos- We will discuss this later so you better turn on your phone and answer when I call.
Santana- Happy Thanksgiving.
Carlos- (Scoffs and hangs up)
Santana pulled the phone from her ear and gave it back to Quinn. Everyone was silent and Brett was rubbing her hand with his thumb. "I meant what I said. You guys have always supported me, even when I wasn't making the right decisions. There is nowhere else I would rather be than with this twisted family." Santana said. She grabbed her glass of wine and raised it, "To our twisted family" San said. Everyone smiled while Rachel and Kurt looked like they were going to sob any second. The group held up their glass, clinking them together. Santana looked at her boyfriend, clinking their glasses together. "I am so proud of you" Brett whispered, kissing her lips. He pulled back and she smiled, "Thank you" she whispered back.
The rest of the dinner was nice. It felt like a weight was lifted off of Santana's shoulder so she could actually fully enjoy herself. This was actually the first Thanksgiving that Brett also enjoyed. He always told himself that he didn't need a family. This however made him realize that he did need one. What Santana said was true, we were one twisted family and Brett wouldn't change a thing.
"What the hell is wrong with this pumpkin pie," Puck asked after spitting it into a napkin. Santana couldn't help but look over at Brett who also started to laugh. "This is gross, Quinn" Kurt added also trying the pie. Quinn took a bite. The pie was disgusting. "Santana, what the hell did you do to the pie?" Quinn asked. The group who didn't eat the pie were all laughing. "I fucked up the pie," San said. "I can tell but how? I gave you a recipe?" Quinn pointed out. "Brett was distracting me! I mixed up the salt and sugar" Santana explained. "You added a cup of salt?" Quinn asked in disbelief. "it was Brett's fault!" She yelled. "I didn't do anything, that was all on you" Brett laughed. "You were kissing my neck and being all cute which means it was your fault" Tana explained. Quinn groaned, "I am never cooking with you two again" she mumbled.
They finished up and packaged all the leftovers into Tupperware for everyone to take home. They tried to clean as well as they could but everyone was pretty drunk and not in the mood. So they took their party to the living room. Brett was sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall. Santana walked over trying not to fall as she stepped over everyone's legs. Brett held her wine as she sat between his legs and settled her back against his chest. Santana pulled the blanket on the floor over the two of them. He handed the wine back and wrapped his arms around her waist. Brett leaned down and kissed her bare shoulder.
"Brett, catch," Puck said, throwing a beer. Brett was able to catch it with one hand before it hit Santana. "Asshole, you could have hit me!" San yelled. "But it didn't, you're welcome," Puck said, putting his arm around Quinn. "So I found out that Brett is a boob guy and everyone knows that I am an ass guy, what are you guys?" Puck asked. Brett rolled his eyes while Finn laughed, "I am definitely a boob guy" he said. Everyone turned to Mike, "Ass all the way" he said. "What about you Kurt?" Mercedes asked giggling. "I am a dick guy" Kurt slurred. The entire group laughed.
"We should play a game!" Rachel yelled. "What game?" Quinn asked. "Spin the bottle?" Mercedes suggested. "Everyone here is in a relationship except for you and Kurt" Tina pointed out. "Cedes just wants a chance to kiss me," Santana said winking. Mercedes winked back and laughed. "No one kisses you except me" Brett mumbled, kissing her neck. "I would like to see Santana and Mercedes kiss," Puck said, raising his hands. Brett gave Puck the death glare which made him slowly put his hand down. "Don't worry Brett, I won't kiss your girl" Mercedes said laughing at how defensive Brett got. "In front of you" Ceades added which made Santana laugh.
"I have a fun question! If you could have sex anywhere, where would it be?" Tina asked "Easy" Rachel yelled out, slurring her words. The group turned their attention to her, intrigued. "I would obviously have sex with Finn on a Broadway stage under all the lights!" Rachel explained. Puck died laughing while Finn looked completely embarrassed. "Where would you want to do it Finny?" Rach asked. "Don't be embarrassed, it's just us" Puck said, notifying how uncomfortable Finn looked. "Fine, on the pitcher's mound of Yankee Stadium," Finn said. Brett and Puck started whistling while the girls were laughing. "I would get so much dirt all over my pussy" Rachel pointed out. Santana couldn't believe that Rachel would even say that word. "I don't know if that is worse or seeing Finn in the lights of Broadway naked" Mercedes added.
"Where would you do it?" Rachel asked Cedes. "Easy, fuck me in the back of a limo," She said. "That's not original!" Puck yelled while they booed her. "Fine where would you screw Quinn" Cedes asked, Puck. Brett groaned and buried his face into Santana's neck. Santana giggled as Brett kissed her neck, he was focusing on her so he didn't hear where Puck would fuck his sister. "The middle of a mosh pit during a rock concert" Puck said, smirking. Quinn looked so grossed out, "You are disgusting," she said. "That kinda sounds cool," Mike said, obviously imagining it. "Absolutely not," Tina said, snapping him out of his thoughts. "I would definitely do it in a dance studio, I think all the mirrors would be cool," Mike said, nonchalantly.
"What about you Kurt?" Rachel asked as she filled up the girl's wine. Brett pulled his face from Santana's neck so he could hear Kurt's answer. "Well I love Rachel's answer but I would say a fashion runway," he said with a big grin on his face. Santana laughed, while Mercedes's mouth dropped. "I did not think you were going to say that," Cedes said. "Me neither" Tina laughed. "Brett buddy, you've been quiet. Where would you fuck San" Puck said, smirking. Quinn smacked Puck but sat back kinda interested in what Brett was going to say.
Brett isn't like the rest of this group. Everyone here is used to this type of shenanigans. They have been friends for so long that everything is basically open to talk about. Santana thought that Brett was going to be uncomfortable like he was when Puck asked him the boobs or ass question. She was just about to tell Puck to shove it and stop embarrassing him but Brett spoke up. "I've actually thought about this question before," Brett admitted. Santana's mouth dropped, she turned so she could see him. Santana wanted to see his face when he answered the question. I guess once Brett has alcohol flowing through his veins, he becomes looser.
Since they were under a blanket, Brett let his hand rub her thigh slowly. It wasn't enough to draw any attention but it definitely got Santana's attention. Everyone was extremely intrigued to hear what Brett was going to say. "Right on top of a Judge's Bench in the middle of a courtroom," Brett said with a smile. The guys started cheering, "YES MAN" Puck yelled. The girls all started laughing hysterically. Santana's mouth dropped, she couldn't believe what Brett just said. Santana couldn't help but picture it.
Brett fucking her on the bench while her pencil skirt was hiked up around her waist. She also imagined being on top of Brett while he sat on the Judge's chair. "Are you picturing it?" Brett whispered in her ear, pulling her from her trance. Everyone was looking at Santana smirking, they all just caught her imagining her boyfriend fucking her in a courthouse. "She so was," Quinn said laughing. "Shut up! I was not" Santana said. Brett kissed just below her ear, "yeah you were, but so was I because it would be so fucking hot" he admitted.
"That is a really good place!" Rachel slurred. Tina nodded while giggling. "What about you San?" Brett asked his girlfriend. "I really like your idea," Santana said, biting her lip. "It does sound so hot but you can't take his idea" Quinn slurred. "Fine fine, the only thing I can think of is a Ferris wheel. One of those big ones like in London" Santana said. "I love that idea," Tina admitted. "That would be so cool," Rachel said. "Maybe we should add that to the list," Brett said only loud enough for Santana to hear it. Santana smiled big and kissed Brett passionately. He rubbed her thigh harder. "You need to stop before I fuck you right here," Santana said to Brett which made him laugh.
"I think the only people that haven't gone are Tina and Quinn" Mercedes pointed out. "I think something like a waterfall would be a cool place," Tina said smiling. The look on Mike's face read just like Santana's, he was definitely picturing it. "What about you Quinnie?" Santana asked. "I think an aquarium would be cool," Quinn said, blushing. "I knew you had it in you Q" Mercedes yelled laughing.
The group continued to drink and laugh as the night went on. Some people started beer pong games and flip cups which just made everyone drunker. Thanksgiving turned into a party which was okay for everyone.
Santana groaned and opened her eyes. Her head was spinning, how much did I fucking drink; she thought to herself. Santana didn't even remember going to bed last night. She looked over but Brett wasn't there. Santana slowly lifted up the blanket. Brett's face was pushed into her chest while his other hand was holding her other breast. Another thing that stood out to Santana was that she was topless but still had her panties on. "Wake up," Santana said, shaking Brett.
Brett slowly opened his eyes and was met with Santana's boobs. Brett smirked and started kissing all over her skin. Santana laughed, "stop it" she giggled pushing his face away. Brett kept his hand on one of her boobs but moved his head to the pillow. "What the hell happened last night?" Brett asked. "I have no idea, I don't even remember coming to bed" Santana admitted.
"Did we have sex last night?" She asked. "I don't think so, I am still wearing boxers," Brett pointed out. "Then why the hell don't I have a top on?" Santana asked, out loud. "Because Brett wanted to sleep with your titties'' Mercedes said out of nowhere. Santana quickly pulled the blanket up to cover her chest. Both Santana and Brett looked around but Mercedes was nowhere to be seen.
"I what?" Brett asked out loud. "You wouldn't go to bed unless Santana took off her top so I think she did so you would shut up," Kurt said. "What the hell? Where are you guys?" Santana asked. She still couldn't see either of them but she could hear their voices. Both Mercedes and Kurt peaked their head up from the end of Santana's bed. "What are you guys doing in here?" she asked. "You told us to sleep in here," Mercedes said laughing before grabbing her head and groaning. "I thought you guys were going to start having sex but Santana fell asleep almost instantly. Then Brett just fell asleep on your boobs" Kurt said with a chuckle. "He was even talking to them at one point and telling them how great they are," Mercedes said. "It was really funny" Kurt added.
Santana looked over at her boyfriend. "What? You know I like your boobs, it's not that shocking" Brett said chuckling. He made sure to squeeze her boob from under the blanket when he said that. Santana couldn't help but laugh. She wished that she was awake to hear Brett's conversation with her breasts.
"Is there anyone else on the floor?" Brett asked looking around the room. "Nope, just us," Kurt said. "So where is everyone else?" Santana asked. "Last I saw Puck was passed out in the bathtub and Mike was in the kitchen eating some leftovers. I don't know where everyone else ended up" Mercedes explained. Santana was about to get up but stopped, "think you can pass me a sweatshirt?" Santana asked. Mercedes laughed and threw it at her. Mercedes was looking at her phone while Kurt was still looking at San and Brett. Santana gave him a look, "I am gay, your tatas do not do anything for me" Kurt said. Santana just shrugged and dropped the blanket, pulling on the sweatshirt. Brett looked at San, "Really?" he asked. "Kurt is gay and he has definitely seen my boobs before," Santana said to which Kurt nodded. "Santana, when did you get a tattoo?" Kurt asked. "Satan has a tattoo?" Mercedes asked, opening her eyes. "I don't have a tattoo, you two must still be drunk," San said. The two just shrugged it off while Brett couldn't believe they actually believed her.
The four of them walked out of Santana's room to explore the mess. Mercedes was right, Puck was still in the bathtub. They walked out into the living room. Rachel was asleep on the couch while Finn was asleep underneath the table. I guess Mike just stayed where he was because he was passed out on the kitchen floor with a turkey leg next to him. Santana walked into Quinn's room where Quinn and Tina were asleep in the bed. At least some people made it to bed.
"Last night was fucking awesome" Puck said, walking into the living room. Rachel groaned and covered her head. "Best Thanksgiving ever" Finn mumbled from under the table. "We are doing this next year," Mike said from the kitchen, making everyone laugh.
*Thank you to everyone who is still reading this! I am starting to think about another story. I would love it if people could DM some ideas! Stay safe!*