*One of my favorite chapters! Enjoy!*
When Santana woke up in the morning, her phone was still propped up next to her. There was even a cute good morning text from Brett that made her smile. A knock on the door pulled Santana from her thoughts. Quinn walked in without San's permission. Quinn couldn't help but laugh at her best friend. "What are you laughing at?" San asked. "Could you be hugging Brett's pillow any harder?" Quinn laughed. Santana looked down and realized that she was clutching the pillow like someone was trying to take it from her. Even her leg was thrown around it.
She let go of it and sat up, "shut up, now what do you really want?" San asked. "I got a cryptic text from Puck, telling me to get ready," Quinn explained. Santana grabbed her phone and saw that she got the same text from Brett. "Me too, what the hell are they up to?" Santana asked. "I have no idea, but get ready," Quinn said before leaving.
Santana quickly got ready in a casual sweatshirt and leggings. When she walked out into the living room, Kurt was sitting on the couch. Santana jumped, "You scared the shit out of me," she said. Kurt laughed, "I can see that'' he said. Quinn walked out of her room, "who are you talking to?" she asked. When she turned and saw Kurt, even Quinn jumped.
"You guys are so jumpy today," Kurt exclaimed after getting up. "What are you doing here?" Quinn asked. "More importantly, how the hell did you get in?" Santana asked. Kurt showed him a key, "Brett gave me the key so I just let myself in" he said. "As for why I am here, Brett and Puck set everything up," Kurt explained. Quinn and Santana looked at each other before looking back at Kurt. "I am so confused," Santana said.
The front door opened and Mercedes walked in. "What are you doing here?" Quinn asked. "I don't have a boyfriend so I am just tagging along," Mercedes said, shrugging her shoulders. "Can someone just explain what the hell is going on?" Santana asked, getting right to the point. "Puck and Brett wanted you guys to have a day of pampering before the gala," Kurt said. "So I made appointments for manicures and pedicures plus you guys have hair and make-up appointments later. Everything is paid for by your boys'' Mercedes said. Quinn and Santana couldn't believe it. "Are you guys serious?" Quinn asked. Kurt nodded, "Yes, now we need to go before we are late for the first appointment," he said.
"Mercedes texted me and said that the girls are having a great time," Brett said to Puck. "We are geniuses," Puck exclaimed. "We? You mean I am a genius. This was all my idea" Brett said laughing. "Shut up and don't tell Quinn that," he said. Brett just shook his head. "What time do we need to be ready?" Brett asked. "Need to leave here around 6:30 to get the girls," Puck explained. Brett nodded and decided to take a nap since he didn't sleep well last night.
He was going to call Santana but it was the first night so he didn't want to look weak. So Brett just sat up most of the night. At least Brett didn't go out running, he needed to keep at least one of his promises. So Brett just sat there watching tv most of the night. For the rest of the afternoon, Brett took a nap. He needed to be well-rested for tonight.
Once he was up Brett took a shower and trimmed his beard. He wanted to make sure he looked professional without cutting it all off. Brett realized that it was time to get dressed. He pulled on his military formal wear. He hasn't put this on since the last time he went to the Marine Corps ball. The top was dark with gold and red accents. All of his strips and medals highlighting his achievements and high ranks were arranged with precision on his jacket. "Wow, I look like a chum next to you" Puck exclaimed coming into his room. Puck was also dressed in his formal air force attire. His dark blue suit and tie were also perfectly pressed just like Brett's but he had a lot fewer medals. Which made sense because Puck had never been deployed and has not been in the service as long as Brett.
"You look great Puck!" Brett said. "Look at all your officer strips," Puck said, looking at all of them up close. "The military gave me a lot of things, these and PTSD" Brett laughed. Puck gave him a look, "Brett" he said. "It's just a joke," Brett said, putting his hands up. "How is your PTSD?" Puck asked, genuinely concerned. "Now is not the time, we need to pick up the girls," Brett said, walking past him. "Brett" Puck called out but Brett cut him off. "We can talk about it another time. I just want to have a good night tonight" He pleaded. Puck just nodded and grabbed the flowers.
"You look beautiful Santana," Mercedes said, admiring her. Santana slowly turned around letting Mercedes see the full dress. She was wearing a floor-length gold dress with sequence. Santana's long hair cascaded down her back in beach curls. The entire thing came together with the pop of red that covered her lips. "Are you sure that Brett and I are going to match?" She asked Mercedes. You see Santana didn't know what Brett was wearing. Mercedes was the one that stole his uniform to get it washed and make sure they found a dress to match. "Yes Santana, the gold and red will match perfectly I promise" Mercedes reassured her.
"Why am I nervous? He is already my boyfriend" San asked. "Because you love him," Quinn said, walking into Santana's room with Kurt right behind her. "You look beautiful Q," San said looking at her best friend. Quinn was wearing a light blue dress that made her eyes pop. "You too San" Quinn said. "She's right, Satan," Kurt said. "You love Brett," Mercedes pointed out. "You told them?" Santana asked, looking at Quinn who shook her head. "San, Quinn didn't need to," Mercedes said. "We can tell just by the way you are acting," Kurt said, smiling big.
*Quinn is wearing the blue prom dress from Glee 2x20. Santana is wearing the gold dress from her performance of How Will I Know from Glee 3x17*
The doorbell to the apartment rang and Santana felt the butterflies in her stomach start fluttering again. "I'll get it!" Mercedes said, very excited. She ran from Santana's room to the front door quickly opening it. Mercedes couldn't help but smile, looking at the 2 dapper young gentlemen in front of her. She quickly ushered them inside the apartment. "You guys look amazing!" Mercedes said. They both smiled and thanked her. Mercedes left them in the living room and went back to Santana's room.
"Your guys are here and they both look amazing!" Mercedes said. Kurt peeked out of the room before turning back to the girls. "Brett looks delicious," he said, licking his lips and leaving the room. Santana just rolled her eyes. "Come on, we need to go," Quinn said, leaving the room first. They could hear her loving exchange with Brett. "Go get your man before Kurt snatches him," Mercedes said, also leaving.
Santana smoothed out her dress before walking out to the living room. Quinn smiled when she saw Brett's jaw drop once Santana walked into the room. Santana let her eyes wander over her boyfriend's body. Brett stepped up and gave Santana her flowers. "You are breathtaking" he whispered. Santana leaned up and pecked his lips. When she pulled away, Santana noticed that she left some lipstick on his lips. While she wiped the smudge away, San whispered back "You look so handsome in your uniform." she said.
"Pictures!" Mercedes yelled making them line up. She made sure to take pictures of the four of them together. She also got a few of each couple alone. "I feel like I am going to prom," Quinn said laughing. "Except this is so much better than prom," Santana added.
The couples rode in the back of the limo on the way to the gala. "I need a fat drink once we get there," Puck said. "We should have brought roadies," he added. "Can you try to not get blackout at this year's gala?" Quinn asked. "Why break the tradition?" Puck asked back laughing. Quinn just rolled her eyes.
Brett reached over and placed his hand on Santana's lap. She quickly covered his hand with her own and looked up at him. "Are you still staying over at my place tonight?" he asked. San smiled and squeezed his hand, "absolutely, are we going to get my stuff after?" she asked. Brett smirked and leaned over to whisper in her ear, "You won't need any clothes for what I have planned later" he said. Santana couldn't help but smile, "oh really?" she asked. Brett caressed her cheek, "You're going to love it baby" he said before kissing her cheek. "We are here" The limo driver announced.
Puck got out and helped Quinn. Then Brett made his way out then put his hand out to help Santana out. There was a red carpet and photographers everywhere. Brett instantly froze up, Santana squeezed his hand. "Don't worry, we don't need to get our picture taken," she said. Brett nodded and followed her into the venue. There were lights and circus performers everywhere. Brett had never seen anything like it. Every place he turned, there was another person asking what they wanted to drink or handing out premium champagne. "Tana, this is…...wow" Brett mumbled. "I know, the hospital goes over the top every year. I guess this year's theme is a circus" she said, pointing to the juggler in the corner.
*Not sure if anyone watches Grey's Anatomy. But if you want an example of what I am picturing for this gala, Season 10 Episode 4; titled Puttin' on the Ritz.*
"Here," Puck said, handing Brett a glass of whiskey which he happily took. Quinn handed Santana a glass of champagne. "Have you seen my parents?" San asked. Quinn shook her head, "Nope but I will keep an eye out for them" she said. Santana leaned over to Quinn, "if you see them, keep Brett far away" San said, Quinn nodded. "They really overdid it this year," Puck pointed out looking around. "Why don't they use the money that they spent on this for pro bono surgeries?" Brett asked. "I've been asking the same thing since I started coming to this thing," San said. "The hospital makes like 5 times more than they spent during this fundraiser. They need to make it big and luxurious so all the rich people come" Quinn explained. "Then why the hell are we here again" Puck asked, making the group laugh.
"Is that little Santana Lopez?" An older woman said, making the group turn toward her. "Dr. Davis!" San said, giving the women a hug. "How many times do I have to tell you to call me Martha?" she said, pulling back. "How are you, Martha?" Santana asked. "I am just great! Even though I spend all my time at the hospital. How are you sweetie, big-time lawyer right?" Martha asked. Santana laughed, "I wouldn't say big time. I am still working for the city and absolutely loving it," she said. "That is amazing, who is this handsome man?" Martha asked, looking at Brett.
Santana pulled Brett forward and he immediately wrapped his arm around her. "Martha, this is my boyfriend Brett. Brett this is Dr. Martha Davis, Chief of Surgery." Santana said. "Very nice to meet you, ma'am," Brett said, putting his hand out. Martha smiled and shook his head, "Based on the uniform and the fact you are calling me ma'am tells me that you are in the military" she asked. "Master Sergeant Brett Pierce, United States Marines," Brett said. Santana smiled, he looked so proud of his title and she was proud of him. "Very nice to meet you Sergeant and thank you for your service," Martha said.
"Carlos didn't tell me that you had a new boyfriend. I thought you were engaged to Dr. Smythe?" She asked. Santana quickly shook her head, "No we were never engaged and are very broken up" Santana quickly said. Martha could tell that she hit a bit of a sore spot by Santana's quick answer. "I guess I got the wrong idea from your father, my apologies," Martha said. "Speaking of my father, is he here?" Santana asked. "Yeah, I saw him just a little while ago with your mother near the auction table. Are you looking for him?" Martha asked. "Between you and me, I am avoiding him," Santana admitted. Martha slowly nodded his head and smiled, "It was nice seeing you Santana, and very nice to meet you Brett" Martha said before walking away.
"Is she going to tell your father what you said?" Brett asked. San shook her head, "No, Martha is like family. She has known my father since medical school and basically watched me grow up. I used to play in the skills lab with her when my dad had surgery" Santana explained. "I am surprised you didn't become a little surgeon," Brett pointed out. Santana giggled, "I like to argue too much," she said.
"Quinn take this," Brett said, grabbing the glass out of Santana's hand. "Hey that's my champagne," San said. Brett ignored her and gave the glass to Quinn. He pulled Santana by the hand, "where are we going?" she asked, laughing. "To dance," Brett said, coming to a halt on the dance floor. He pulled Santana close, keeping one hand on her hip while his other handheld hers. Santana's hand settled on his shoulder. The couple moved in unison. "You look too good to keep hiding in the corner" Brett exclaimed. Santana laughed as Brett spun her around and then brought her close again. "You have some moves," Santana pointed out. "We have danced together before, remember?" Brett said. "Babe, we grinded and sloppily made out on a dance floor of a club" she corrected him. "It is still dancing, plus there was that time in the kitchen," Brett said. "If you insist," she said.
They continued to dance as if they were in their own little world. "So is Sebastian here?" Brett finally asked the question that was plaguing him all night. Santana groaned, "Definitely but please do not do anything. Especially here" San pleaded. "I promise Tana I won't, I just needed to know so I can prepare myself in case I see him" Brett explained. "If you see him just walk away" Santana begged. "I will" Brett reassured her. Santana smiled and Brett just couldn't help but dip her as the song came to an end. He leaned over and gave her a passionate kiss before pulling her back to her feet.
Santana smoothed his jacket, letting her hands linger on his chest, "You, my soldier are definitely going to get lucky tonight if you keep being so charming" She said. Brett smirked and shrugged his shoulders, "I try" he said, making her laugh.
"San," Quinn said, coming up to the couple. "Come look at the auction with me," Quinn said. "Why? You know, you are not going to bid on anything" San asked. "I know I won't but I want to see what they are offering and how much the rich people are throwing out," Quinn explained. San just shook her head before turning to Brett. "I'll be back," She said quickly, pecking his lips before leaving.
"You really need to stop kissing Santana when she has lipstick on," Puck said, handing Brett a cocktail napkin. Brett grabbed it and wiped the leftover lipstick off. "What can I say, I just can't help it," Brett said laughing. Puck gave him another glass of whiskey. The guys looked over at the girls who were laughing by the bar. "We got really lucky," Puck pointed out. Brett clinked their whiskey glasses together, "that we did" he said before they both took a long sip of their drink.
"What are your plans for Christmas?" Puck asked. Brett just shrugged, "Probably nothing as usual. What are your plans?" Brett asked. "We are most likely going to go to Lima. Everyone from the glee club usually meets up." He said. Brett nodded, "It will be nice to have a little alone time while you guys are away" Brett pointed out. "You will not be alone on Christmas, Santana will never let that happen" Puck explained. "Isn't she going to Lima with you guys since she was also in Glee club?" Brett asked. "She is going to go but Santana will not go if you are sitting at home alone." Puck said. "Why don't you just tag along?" he asked. "I don't know Puck, I haven't had the best history in Lima," Brett said, hesitantly. "Which is why you should come! Make new memories with us!" Puck pleaded.
"I always said I was never going to go back," Brett said. "I totally understand why you wouldn't but we will all be there. It will be fun" Puck added. "I'll think about it okay," Brett said, trying to get Puck to just drop it. "You better really consider it because I will tell Santana that you were planning on being alone and you know she won't like that. You don't want San to drop her plans to stay home with you, that will make her sad" Puck said, smirking. Brett laughed, "Are you threatening to tattletale on me to my girlfriend?" he asked. "Yes I will because I know you will listen to San, so you better come," Puck said laughing at his friend.
"Oh shit, we need to go," Puck said, trying to pull Brett away. "Why? What's going on?" Brett asked, completely confused especially since they were just laughing. "Dude, hurry up before" Puck started to say before he was cut off. "Noah Puckerman," An old raspy but elegant voice said. "Fuck" Puch mumbled which only Brett heard. An older woman dressed in a long black dress walked up to the two men. She was definitely Latina with a skin tone similar to Santana's, her hair was just as dark but was cut shoulder length. Brett thought she looked familiar but couldn't think of where he would have met the woman.
"Were you trying to hide from me, Noah? That is very disrespectful" the woman said, her tone sounding extremely uptight. Brett watched as Puck gulped. "I am sorry Mrs. Lopez, how are you?" Puck asked. Brett didn't even hear what she said back because he was too distracted. Did Puck just say Mrs. Lopez, was he standing in front of Santana's mother? It was like a light bulb lit up, that is why she looks familiar. This had to be Santana's mother.
"I have never seen this man before, who is your friend?" Mrs. Lopez asked. Puck knew Santana was going to be pissed but there was no way he could get out of this situation. "This is my friend, Brett Pierce. Brett, this is Maribel Lopez, Santana's mother" Puck said. "Pleasure to meet you," Brett said, holding out his hand. Maribel looked at his hand and made no attempt at shaking it, "It is Mrs. Lopez to the both of you" she quickly corrected. Brett awkwardly dropped his hand after she didn't shake it. "Did you come with him or is Quinn here?" Maribel asked. "Quinn is here somewhere," Puck said. "Does that mean my daughter is also in attendance?" She asked. Both Puck and Brett nodded.
"So Brett, why are you here?" Maribel asked. "Um excuse me?" Brett asked, confused by her question. "I mean Puck came for Quinn, why are you here," she asked again. Brett turned to Puck not really knowing what to say. Puck also had no idea and just shrugged his shoulders. "I came with Santana," Brett said. Puck slowly turned toward so he could see her facial expression. The cocky smirk that was plastered on Maribel's face quickly fell into a frown. If looks could kill, both Brett and Puck would be dead.
"What do you mean?" Maribel asked with a bite to her tone. "I came to this event with Santana because she is my girlfriend," Brett explained. Maribel looked at Brett up and down. "Are you in the military?" she asked. "Yes, I am ma'am. Marines" Brett said. Maribel nodded and pursed her lips. "How much do you want?" she asked. "Excuse me?" Brett asked. "How much do you want to leave my daughter alone?" Maribel asked. Neither Puck nor Brett could believe what was coming out of her mouth.
"I don't want anything," Brett said. "Mrs. Lopez, Brett, and Santana are happy," Puck said, trying to fight for the couple. Maribel raised her hand to Puck's face to get him to stop talking. "Trust me when I say, you should really work this out with me before I get my husband involved." Maribel threatened. What the hell is wrong with parents from Lima, Brett thought at that moment. "10,000…...15,000" Maribel said when Brett didn't respond. "I am sorry Mrs. Lopez but no matter how much money you throw at me, I am not breaking up with Santana," Brett said, standing his ground.
Maribel laughed which gave Brett goosebumps. "When my husband said that Santana was spending Thanksgiving with her boyfriend, I laughed. I didn't think she had the audacity to go against us. Is she paying you to upset us because I will double it" offered. "Santana is not paying him! They met through Quinn. Brett is her brother" Puck explained. Maribel could tell that they were not lying.
Quinn and Santana got another glass of champagne. "This is why I love these events," Quinn declared. "Free champagne?" San asked. "Free expensive champagne" Quinn corrected her. "I think this may be the best gala we have ever gone to" Santana exclaimed. "I would have to agree. Puck isn't asking to leave every 5 minutes and seeing you and Brett dance was really cute" Quinn said. "It's nice that our guys actually get along," San pointed out. "So nice," Quinn laughed.
Quinn's phone buzzed. "Is that Kurt asking for more pictures of Brett? Tell him to leave my boyfriend alone." Santana said, laughing. Quinn chuckled, "no it's Puck" she replied. "What the hell could he want? We have been away from them for like 20 minutes" Santana pointed out. Quinn swiped across her screen to reveal the message. "What the hell?" Quinn mumbled. "What?" Santana asked, trying to see the text. "He sent me SOS," Quinn revealed. Santana quickly looked around in search of her boyfriend and Puck. It didn't take long for her to find her boyfriend among the crowd. "Fuck" she mumbled, noticing the small Latina women talking to the guys.
Santana made a beeline for the group with Quinn hot on her tail.
"Mami," Santana said once she was close enough. Maribel turned around so Santana and Quinn were now a part of the conversation. "Santana, nice of you to join us. Noah here was introducing me to your friend" Maribel said, enunciating the word friend. Santana really wanted to stick it to her mother so she shimmied her way in between Brett and Puck. She grabbed Brett's arm but it seemed like he understood her actions, because he wrapped his arm tightly around her waist. The group could see the anger building in Maribel's eyes but Santana did not back down.
"You and I both know he is more than a friend. I know Papi told you that I had a boyfriend" Santana said to her mother. The first sentence she has said to her mother in months. "I think we should sit down with your father and Sebastian to clear up all of this nonsense," Maribel said with a smile. "Stop it. I want nothing to do with Sebastian and you need to get that through your head" Santana said. "Don't you dare talk to me like that" Maribel whispered while she looked around. They were starting to catch other guests' attention which made Maribel extremely embarrassed.
"I am just trying to enjoy my night with my friends and my boyfriend. Why are you trying to start things?" San asked. Maribel took a deep breath, "You stay right here, I am going to get your father. You were always a daddy's girl so maybe he can talk some sense into you" She said before stomping her feet and walking away. "It was nice to meet you, ma'am!" Brett called out to her. Quinn, Puck, and Santana all started to laugh especially at the smug look Maribel gave back to Brett.
Once she was far enough away Santana turned toward Puck and Brett. "How did she find you guys?" she asked. "Your mother recognized me and came over. I tried to run but I wasn't quick enough plus she scares me" Puck explained. " She isn't that scary," San said. "You are tiny and scary sometimes too" Puck pointed out. "It runs in the family," Quinn added. Santana just rolled her eyes, "What did she say to you?" San asked Brett. "It was fine, she didn't say anything that bad," Brett explained. He didn't want to cause a bigger argument between Santana and her parents. Brett knew that he was never going to have a relationship with his parents but he didn't want that for his girlfriend.
Santana didn't believe Brett one bit so she turned her attention to Puck. Santana gave him a look and he crumbled just like she thought he would. "Your mother offered him money to dump you," Puck said quickly. "Puck" Brett whispered. Santana scoffed, "that's not shocking" she mumbled. "That woman is insufferable," Santana added. "Shit is about to get real," Quinn said. "Oh crap San, your dad is coming over" Puck pointed out. "And he looks pissed," Quinn added. San took a deep breath and looked at Brett, "Ready to meet my father?" she asked. Brett squeezed her hip, "ready as I'll ever be" he smiled.
"Santana" Carlos's stern voice echoed among the group. She turned toward her father making sure that Brett's arm stayed tightly around her. "Papi, it's so good to see you," Santana said with a smile. She knew it would piss off her father. "Necesitamos tener una conversación." (We need to have a conversation) He said gritting his teeth. "No we don't" Santana spat back. "Hablar en español. No necesitamos que todos sepan lo que estamos diciendo." (Speak in Spanish. We don't need everyone to know what we are saying) Carlos whispered to his daughter.
"I am not going to speak in Spanish because you are embarrassed. I don't even want to have this conversation right now" San said back. "You are disappointing us Mija," Carlos said, the anger reading all over his face. "You are disappointing me as well. I am happy just like I told you on the phone. Just get to know Brett, for me" Santana pleaded. She may come across as tough which she is but all Santana wants is her parent's approval.
Carlos turned his attention toward the man who was holding his daughter. "Master Sergeant Brett Pierce, it is nice to meet you Dr. Lopez," Brett said, trying to be as respectful as he could. He held out his hand and to everyone's surprise, Carlos shook it. "The only reason I am shaking your hand is because you are a serviceman. I am not happy about this" He said, dropping his hand as fast as he took it. "Papi" Santana groaned but her father cut her off. "This is my place of business. It is highly disrespectful that you came in here with him on your arm. Sebastian is going to be so upset" Carlos pointed out.
Just as Santana was going to start to talk, Brett spoke. "I am not going to act like I know your family business but Santana and I are together. Your daughter is an amazing lawyer and I am her number one cheerleader. She doesn't need a man to provide everything for her because she is doing damn well on her own. I may not be some fancy doctor like Sebastian but I am a hard-working man. I will do everything in my power to give Santana everything she wants in life while supporting her career. Sebastian is an asshole who just wants to use your daughter to make himself look better and if you don't see that then you're blind. I don't care if you do not like me but I hope in the future you will give me a chance because I am crazy about your daughter" Brett said.
Quinn smiled wide, she was so proud of her brother. Puck smirked and wrapped his arm around Quinn's shoulder. Santana couldn't believe what just came out of Brett's mouth. No one has ever stood up to her parents before like this. Carlos and Maribel Lopez however looked even more pissed off. "Todos los militares son solo asesinatos" (All military people are just murders) Maribel mumbled but Santana heard her. "Mami" San yelled, how the hell could her mother say that. Even Carlos was shocked at what came out of his wife's mouth. He pushed his wife behind him. Carlos didn't even look at Brett, he kept his eyes focused on his daughter. "Volverás a tus sentidos. Te hablaré más tarde." (you will come to your senses. I will talk to you later.) Carlos said before walking away and pulling his wife with him.
"Tana, I am sorry if I overstepped. I just could not sit back and listen anymore. You don't deserve…." Brett rambled before Santana cut him off. She spun in his arms and wrapped her arms around his neck. Santana gently pulled him down to capture his lips. Brett wrapped both his arms tightly around her waist holding her against his chest. Santana didn't give a crap that she was in the middle of a fancy gala. San ran her tongue over his lips to which Brett happily obliged and parted them.
Puck elbowed Quinn to get her attention. "What Puck?" she whispered. "Look," Puck pointed. Quinn turned her attention to the other side of the room near the bar. There was Mr. and Mrs. Lopez standing with Sebastian and what looked like Sebastian's parents. The whole group was watching the steamy exchange between Brett and Santana. Quinn could see the steam coming out of Sebastian's ears. He was beyond pissed which made Quinn and Puck smile wide.
Brett slowly pulled back leaving his forehead pressed to his girlfriends. They both needed to breathe. "Thank you" she whispered. Puck grabbed some drinks off a waiter's tray who was passing by. "I am sorry sir but those are not yours," The waiter said but Puck did not care. "I know but we need them more, now go," Puck said, shooing the waiter away. "Come on, everyone needs a drink after that fiasco" Puck announced. Brett, Santana, and Quinn all took the shot from Puck. "To Brett, for standing up to the Lopez's," Puck said, raising his glass. Santana and Quinn laughed, "To Brett!" they all clinked then took the shot. "What the hell was that?" San asked, trying not to vomit. "I have no idea but it was disgusting," Puck said, coughing.
"Turn around," Quinn said. Both Brett and Santana turned. "I want to fucking kill him" Brett groaned, catching Sebastian's eye. "Why don't we give them a little show?" Santana said, waving at them. The alcohol flowing through her veins was definitely helping right now."What are you thinking babe?" Brett asked, raising his eyebrows at San. "Grab my ass," She said, pulling him toward her. "Happily" Brett mumbled before kissing her. He reached down and squeezed her ass hard making San moan against his lips. "You guys are so bad," Quinn said laughing. "Sebastian just stormed away, oh shit San your dad is coming back over here," Puck said.
"Santana Marie Lopez, "Detente ahora mismo" (Stop right now) Carlos said. Santana slowly pulled away. She used her thumb to wipe the red lipstick off of Brett's lips very slowly before turning her attention to her father. "You hurt Sebastian and I in our place of business. He needs to leave right now. And if I ever see you put your hands on my daughter again, I will ruin you" Carlos threatened Brett. Santana stood in front of Brett, "Don't worry Papi we are leaving" she said. "You are not leaving with him, Santana. Come with me right now" Carlos demanded. "Nope, I am leaving with my boyfriend," Santana said. She pulled Brett to her side and ran her hand slowly down his chest. "We are going to go back to his place to FUCK for the rest of the night" She added. Quinn choked on her drink while Puck died with laughter. Brett's mouth just dropped. Carlos Lopez's face got bright red. "Enjoy the rest of the gala, I'll talk to you later," Santana said with a smile. She grabbed Brett's hand and pulled him toward the exit.
"YES Lopez!" Puck called out. Carlos didn't even know what to say, he just stood there watching his daughter and her boyfriend leave.
"You are so fucking bad Tana," Brett said laughing. "UGH, that felt so good! Screw them!" she yelled with a giggle. "What does my badass girlfriend want to do now?" he asked. Santana pretended to think, "I want you to get a cab and take me back to your place so we can do things that would make my father drop dead" Santana said, biting her lip. It took everything in Brett not to just pull the dress off her right here. "Fuck, You are irresistible" Brett groaned and immediately hailed a cab.
Brett and Santana were laughing as they stumbled into Brett and Puck's apartment. "Did you see your father's face?" Brett choked out. "Absolutely priceless, I kinda wish I took a picture." Santana laughed. "Well next time warn me if you are going to go rogue and I'll have my camera ready," he said. "Duly noted" she giggled. San slipped off her shoes and left them by the front door. "It's so weird that this isn't just Puck and Mike's apartment anymore." She pointed out walking down the hall. Brett followed, "All mine baby, I am finally an adult" he laughed.
Santana stepped into his room. "Wow, I know I was here yesterday but it looks really nice in here," she said looking around. While Santana and Quinn were getting pampered all day, Brett spent most of the morning getting completely situated. He finished putting away all the boxes and even bought nice new grey sheets for his bed. Brett also splurged and got a new navy blue comforter for his Queen size bed. Even though the furniture wasn't a perfect set, his room still looked nice and put together. "Where did you get this?" Santana asked, picking up a frame that was on his bedside table.
It was a simple black frame but inside was a picture of Brett wrapping his arms around Santana from behind. They were both smiling ear to ear. It looked like it was taken on Thanksgiving. "Finn and Rachel stopped by last night. She wanted to give me a housewarming present" Brett explained. Santana smiled and ran her finger over their faces. "I have to say I like Berry more and more," She said, placing the frame back down on the table. "But do not tell her that," San added, making Brett laugh, "I wouldn't dare," he said.
"Sit on the bed and close your eyes," Brett said, pushing her back. Santana did exactly what he asked. Brett quickly lit some candles and turned off the light. Santana had no idea what he was doing but she could smell the warm vanilla. The smell Brett always said he associated with Santana. "Open your eyes" he whispered. Santana opened them, the room was lit with candles. But what really surprised her was the constellation night light that projected the night sky onto the ceiling. She gasped looking up, it was beautiful.
"As you know I need to have a light on when I sleep but I realized that I never told you why. When I was captured they would keep me in the dark for hours. Not being able to see across the room scared me more than having a gun to my head. I know it sounds crazy but it brought me back to when Russell would lock me in my room alone at night. The asshole would take out my light bulb so it was pitch black. The only light I had was the night sky that shined outside my window. You can't really see the stars well in New York like you can in Ohio so I brought the stars in here. Hopefully, I can get over my fear of the dark." Brett explained, finally looking at his girlfriend. "What do you think?" he asked.
"It's amazing Brett," she whispered. Santana was scared that she was going to start crying if she said anything else. Every time Brett shared something about his life or time in the military it reminds Santana just how much he trusts her. "You know what this means?" Brett said. San looked at him confused. He slowly unbuttoned his uniform keeping his eyes on her every step of the way. Once he reached the bottom, Brett pushed it off his shoulders. Then he pulled his undershirt up and over his head leaving him shirtless. Santana could feel her breathing start to increase. "What does it mean?" she asked, biting her lip.
Brett stepped forward and wrapped his arm around Santana. He grabbed the zipper of her dress and slowly pulled it down. "It means that I can ravish my gorgeous girlfriend under the stars, what do you think?" he asked. Santana's dress fell to the floor, leaving her in just a nude thong. Brett leaned down and captured her lips slowly. Santana gripped his belt loops as his hands tangled in her hair. He pulled away slowly, San tried to lean up and kiss him again but he stopped her. She groaned in frustration. Brett chuckled before whispering in her ear, "tonight is about us" he said.
He kissed from her ear down to her collar bone, lightly sucking on it. Brett dropped to his knees since he was so tall; his eyes came face to face with her breasts. He peppered kisses down all over her chests before encasing his lips around her nipple. Brett swirled his tongue around her nipple while playing with her other one with his hand. Santana ran her fingers through his hair, caressing the back of his head. Brett believed that Santana had the most amazing body and he wanted to show her that.
He slowly kissed down her abdomen. "You (kiss) are (kiss) the (kiss) most (kiss) beautiful (kiss) woman (kiss) I (kiss) have (kiss) ever (kiss) met (kiss)" Brett said. He poked his tongue into her belly button making Santana giggle. She could feel him smirk against her abdomen.
Brett finally reached her thong, he kissed her just above the fabric. Grasping the sides of the fabric, Brett slowly pulled it down her tan legs. He stared up at his beautiful girlfriend, while she stared down at him. Santana bit her lip, looking deep into her boyfriend's eyes. He made her feel giddy and amazing, inside and out. "Sit" Brett whispered.
Santana nodded and sat down on the bed. Brett was still kneeling in front of her. She started to move back further on the bed but Brett stopped her. He grasped the back of her knees and pulled her to the edge of the bed. Brett opened her legs wide and got lower. Brett blew a light blow of air onto her center, making Santana shutter. He slowly ran his tongue from her opening to her clit. Santana caressed the back of his head and watched, she couldn't take her eyes off him. Brett circled her clit ever so slowly with his tongue while his eyes traveled to Santana's. He could tell that she wanted to just close her eyes and toss her head back but San was fighting it. Pure passion was in her eyes, Watching him was making this moment even more intimate. Brett started sucking her clit while flicking it with his tongue, Santana groaned loudly.
Brett rubbed her soft thighs letting one of his hands slid up to her waist, making small circles with his thumb. Brett's other hand moved down and quickly took the place of his tongue. He rubbed tight, slow circles over her clit. Santana moaned loudly as Brett's tongue traveled lower. Circling around her entrance. Santana's breathing was the loudest thing in the room, her moans echoing. "Por Favor" she begged, barely getting the word out.
Brett definitely knew what that meant in English. He listened and slowly entered her with his tongue. Santana's whimpers indicated to Brett that she was close. He continued to pump in and out, the rhythm of this tongue matched his thumb. Santana continued to rub the back of his head, twirling her finger around a lock of hair over and over. She leaned back on her other hand, watching Brett's every move. It was slow and passionate. When Santana finally tipped over the edge even her fall was slow. "Brett" she gasped, clutching the back of his head. He continued his movement, extending her orgasm as long as he could. Brett only pulled his tongue from her when he was sure that he drank up all of her juices.
Brett pecked her clit before standing up. Santana leaned back on her hands, trying to catch her breath. Brett unzipped his dress pants and let them drop to the floor. He couldn't help but smile looking down at Santana's post orgasm face. She was oh so stunning. Brett stepped forward in between her legs and leaned down to capture her lips. Santana leaned forward into his embrace, her hands pulling his boxers down. Which released his extremely hard dick.
Santana pulled back and slowly moved her body toward the top of the bed. Brett crawled toward her. They reached the top of the bed. Brett's arms were placed on either side of her head. Santana brought her knees up and wrapped her legs around his back. Leaning on his knees, Brett pushed into her. Her moans were muffled when Brett captured her lips. Their kisses were deep as Brett pumped in and out of her. He pushed her thighs toward her chest which allowed him to get even deeper inside her.
Both of their orgasms were quickly building. The whole thing was slow with long, deep thrusts. Keeping their mouths locked together in a passionate kiss, Brett kept moving while Santana rolled her hips to match his pace.
Brett rolled off of her onto his side. She quickly followed and wrapped her legs around his waist. Her arms around his chiseled chest. Santana pushed her face into the crook of his neck while Brett kissed her neck. They were both so close. Brett could feel Santana's calves clenching against his ass. Her vagina became so much tighter.
Brett couldn't wait anymore. His balls clenched and released everything he had deep within her. Feeling the warmth inside her pushed Santana off the edge. She fluttered around him, milking his dick even more. This is what love feels like, Santana thought. She pulled her head from his neck wanting to see him. They leaned their foreheads together as Brett thrusted a few more times, making sure he emptied everything into her.
They both slowly stopped moving, trying to catch their breath. Brett rolled on his back pulling Santana with him. She had her leg still tossed over him. Their heads were on his pillow, just staring at each other. Brett moved to pull out but Santana stopped him. "Stay," she whispered, "I want you to stay inside me," San said.
Santana played with the lobe of his ear, "kiss me Tana" Brett replied. Santana leaned forward and slowly kissed her boyfriend. She could feel his softening dick start to twitch. He was definitely getting hard again. The couple stayed wrapped up together, naked underneath the stars.
*Hope you guys liked it! If you have any questions or want to tell me what you think, please comment! Also I am starting to think about other story ideas. Please PM me if you have any ideas! Stay safe!*