And here it is! Sorry about the wait! Finding time to write is getting harder and harder but I hope you guys enjoy it!

Brett was terrified when the lights illuminated the stage. The bar was silent and everyone turned to look at them, it was too late to turn back now. Brett cleared his voice, "um hello everyone." he said. "My name is Brett Pierce, and for those of you who do not know me, I am the birthday girl's boyfriend. I am not exactly sure where she is right now" Brett admitted looking out over the crowd. Quinn grabbed Santana and pulled her closer to the stage. Her face still showed how shocked she was at what was happening. The entire group was around her. Kurt and Mercedes were smirking. Rachel was looking on, completely shocked. Finn was doing that dopey smile he always does.

Brett finally saw her standing in the crowd. He looked at her like she was the only person in the entire bar. "I wrote this for her. I hope everyone enjoys" Brett said. He just needed to do this before he chickens out. Tina and Brett both started playing the guitar in harmony. Puck added some sounds with his drums. Santana was shocked. She knew that Brett could play the guitar but he was always too shy to show her. Now here he was standing on stage playing to her for her birthday in front of all her friends and family.

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"I can't count the times

I almost said what's on my mind

But I didn't

And just the other day

I wrote down all the things I'd say

But I couldn't

I just couldn't"

Santana's mouth dropped, she couldn't believe how amazing Brett sang. Her eyes immediately filled to the brim with tears. He wrote this just for her. Santana knew just how hard this must be for him.

Baby, I know that you've been wonderin'

Mm, so here goes nothin'

Quinn smiled wide, watching her brother express to Santana just how much she means to him. She looked over at her best friend. Her mouth was open and her hand was covering it. The way her eyes sparkled indicated to Quinn that she was going to cry. Quinn knew it!

In case you didn't know

Baby, I'm crazy 'bout you

Santana's hand came up and clutched her chest, her heart was beating so fast that she actually thought it was going to come out of her chest. She couldn't believe what was happening. All Santana wanted was for Brett to talk about his feelings, never in a million years did she think he was going to do it like this.

And I would be lyin' if I said

That I could live this life without you

Even though

I don't tell you all the time

You had my heart a long, long time ago

In case you didn't know

Mercedes looked from Brett's eyes to Santana's, it was like they were the only two people in the room. The entire bar was silent, the only thing you could hear was the love in Brett's voice. Kurt grabbed on to Mercedes's hand. He was also gleaming watching this unfold. Santana deserved it and they both knew it.

The way you look tonight

That second glass of wine

That did it

Mm

Santana couldn't help but giggle. The first night they met played in her mind. The wine they drank with dinner gave Santana the confidence to start flirting with Brett in the first place. She remembers it like it was yesterday. Learning over so Brett could look down at her best asset, It was a bold mood but Santana wouldn't change a thing. Even Sebastian showing up was something that Santana remembered. Brett stood up for her when he didn't even know her, that is how a man is supposed to treat a woman. Brett taught Santana that night that she should never settle for less again.

There was somethin' 'bout that kiss

Girl, it did me in

Got me thinkin'

I'm thinkin'

Ughhh their first kiss. Santana's fingers brushed against her lips. That morning in the bathroom after Brett woke up the apartment during his nightmare. When their lips met, Santana knew that this man was special and that she was going to be there every step of the way.

One of the things that I've been feelin'

Mm, it's time you hear 'em

In case you didn't know

Baby, I'm crazy 'bout you

And I would be lyin' if I said

That I could live this life without you

Puck and Tina locked eyes on stage. They were both so proud of Brett. They knew he was really nervous and right now he was commanding the stage and completely killing it. Even Rachel had tears in her eyes. She looked over at Santana who was looking in aw. Rachel got Finn's attention, he also looked over at her. "She deserves this," Rachel whispered. Finn smiled, "yeah she does" he replied. Finn placed a kiss on Rachel's head before turning back to watch Brett's declaration of love.

Even though

I don't tell you all the time

You had my heart a long, long time ago

In case you didn't know

You got all of me

I belong to you

Yeah, you're my everything

Santana was crying, there was no denying it even if she tried, but at this moment she didn't care. Hearing Brett say that she is his everything, meant the world to her. Santana had never had someone say that to her. She was in love with this man and no one could talk her out of it, not even her parents.

In case you didn't know

I'm crazy 'bout you

And I would be lyin' if I said

That I could live this life without you

Even though

I don't tell you all the time

You had my heart a long, long time ago

Yeah, you had my heart a long, long time ago

Mm

In case you didn't know

No, no

In case you didn't know

The crowd erupted in applause. The stage lights got dark again and the bar lights came back on. The DJ started playing music again but everyone was still focused on Santana. Quinn looked around and saw how happy everyone was. They were all looking on as if it was the end of a Hallmark movie. The only people who were not smiling were the Lopez's. Carlos and Maribel Lopez looked pissed. They both started marching their way over to their daughter.

There was no way Quinn was going to let them ruin her best friend's moment. Luckily Mercedes also saw the whole thing unfold. They both stepped forward, blocking Carlos and Maribel from their daughter.

Brett came off the stage and immediately looked around for his girlfriend. "That was awesome man" Puck yelled, patting him on the back. "Thanks," Brett mumbled, still looking around. "I never realized you could sing that well and the fact that you could write songs. I guess I am not that shocked since you are related to Quinn" Puck said laughing. Brett wasn't even looking at him but Puck kept talking. "Puck shut up and let Brett find San. He doesn't want to talk to you" Tina said, pulling Puck back. "Thanks, Tina," Brett said with a smirk.

"Where is he?" Santana asked, looking around. "I don't know but just go toward the stage, you are bound to run into him," Quinn said. Santana did just that because, at this moment, she needed her boyfriend. Santana's heels clicked across the floor as she made her way through the crowd. People tried to stop her to tell her what they thought but she was on a mission. All she heard was people telling her how amazing Brett was and how lucky she was, but San already knew that. Once she pushed her way past the last person, Santana caught those beautiful blue eyes.

Brett saw her, she was absolutely glowing. Santana was not going to let her heels stop her. She ran as fast as she could to her boyfriend. Santana jumped forward having all the trust in the world that Brett was going to catch her. He did just that, wrapping his arms tightly around her waist while her arms wrapped around his neck. Santana kissed him with all the passion in the world.

Santana pulled back slowly but kept her forehead pressed to his. "Why are you crying Tana?" Brett whispered. "That was beautiful, no one has ever done that for me. They are happy tears" San explained. "I meant everything I sang. You mean the world to me, Santana Lopez, you are my everything. I know I haven't been very vocal about it so I hope this makes up for it" Brett said smiling. He placed her back down on the ground slowly, his arms still held her tightly. "It more than made up for it. Thank you" she whispered. "I am not sure if you put it all together but I love you, Santana. I love you so much. I am sorry I couldn't say it earlier but I did love you, I just didn't realize what love was." Brett admitted. Santana smiled big, "say it again" she demanded. "I love you," Brett said. "One more time" she whispered. Brett laughed, "I love you baby" he whispered back. Santana pulled him down to her level to capture his lips again.

Brett kissed her as if he had never kissed her before. Santana slipped her tongue into his mouth. He caressed hers with his. Loving the feeling of his girlfriend. Brett's large hands pressed against the bottom of her back, bringing her flush against his chest. Santana's hands left his neck, she ran them down the front of his chest. Feeling every muscle and scar through his shirt. Once she reached the bottom, San grasped his shirt and pulled on it. Brett pulled away slowly. He couldn't help but laugh, "Tana baby, you can't take off my shirt," he said. "Why?" she whined. "We are in the middle of your birthday party," Brett said. He looked around to see if anyone was looking at them.

"Let's go to the bathroom," Santana said. He quickly looked back at her, wondering if she was serious. Santana smirked up at him, she was so serious. Brett tucked a loose piece of hair behind her ear. He leaned down to her ear, Brett didn't want to chance anyone else hearing him. "I would love nothing more than to fuck you so hard against a bathroom counter" Brett admitted. Santana could feel her arousal pooling in her. "But I am not going to make love to you for the first time in the bathroom of a bar" he explained. As much as Santana wanted it right now, she had to agree with Brett. "You better be coming home with me tonight than," Santana said. Brett smiled, "I am but we are not going to either of our apartments" he revealed. "Brett Pierce, do you have something else planned?" She asked. He nodded. "Let me guess, you are not going to tell me," San said, the attitude clearly there. Brett laughed, "you know me so well," he said, giving her a chaste kiss.

"Ahhhhhh" Mercedes yelled. She pulled Brett back and gave him a big hug. "You did good, kid," She whispered to him. Quinn wrapped her arm around Santana and brought her into a hug. "I can't believe you didn't tell me what he had planned," San said to her best friend. "I wanted to see the shock on your face and it did not disappoint," Quinn laughed.

"Did I redeem myself?" Brett asked. Mercedes nodded enthusiastically. "You bet you did," she revealed. Puck came out of nowhere holding a tray of shots. "Everyone take one!" he yelled out. They all grabbed one. Brett grabbed 2 and handed one to Santana. "To Brett for having the balls to get up on that stage" Puck said. "And to the birthday girl" Rachel yelled while she eyed Puck. This was Santana's birthday after all. "CHEERS," they all said, clinking their glasses together. They all took their shots quickly.

The group didn't realize that Santana's parents made their way up to them until Carlos Lopez cleared his voice. They all turned towards him. "I think we need to talk," Carlos said. "Papi, I already told you '' Santana started to say but he held up his hand, silencing her. "Not you Mija. I need to speak with you" He said, this time staring at Brett. "Whatever you want to say to him, you can say to me, '' Santana said. She didn't want her father and Brett alone together. "This is a conversation between 2 men," Carlos said in a monotone voice. "Fine, let's talk. Everything will be fine Santana '' Brett said. He quickly gave her a kiss in front of her father.

Carlos and Brett walked away together while Santana could only watch.

"I should have known what you were planning on doing," Carlos said, starting off the conversation. "Why would I tell you what I was doing for Santana? You have been nothing but standoffish toward me." Brett said, he was fighting fire with fire. "I am her father," he said sternly. "I understand that and you will always have my respect because you are the father of the women I love but I can't keep trying to get your blessing. I am not Sebastian and I never will be" Brett expressed. "How are you going to provide for my daughter? I know Sebastian can take care of her but you are just a soldier" Carlos explained. "I am a soldier and I am proud of that. I am a high-ranking marine and a manager/trainer who makes plenty of money" Brett said. Carlos scoffed, "My daughter is used to the best and that salary is not going to provide that" he revealed.

"I know what she expects and I know she wants me. Santana isn't looking for a guy who can buy her things, she is looking for a guy to love her and that is me" he said. "She also wants a guy that is going to be around. When are you going to be deployed again? You are going to leave her alone for how long?" Carlos asked. "I am going to be deployed soon" Brett revealed. "Does my daughter know this?" Carlos asked again. Just by the look on Brett's face, gave Carlos his answer. "She isn't going to keep waiting around. Santana wants a family and husband to buy her everything," he said. "I am going to give her that," Brett said. "Not if you die overseas" Carlos quickly replied. Brett had to take a deep breath, he wanted to yell at this man but it was Santana's father. He needed to hold his composure.

Little did he know that Aaron was listening to the entire conversation. "Excuse me sir, but I couldn't help but overhear what you are saying. Do you even know any soldiers?" Aaron asked. "Who the hell are you?" Carlos asked. "Aaron Walker, I am also a marine who worked under Brett here. This man saved my life multiple times." Aaron explained. "And I am Carrie, Aaron's wife. I know firsthand what it is like to be the partner of a soldier. When they get deployed it is so hard, I will not lie. But the pride I feel knowing that the man I love is risking his life to make sure we can live free, means so much. Santana will have so many people to support her while Brett is gone. And when he is home, Brett worships her because Sanatana is everything to him. You could not ask for a better man for your daughter" Carrie explained. Aaron was so proud of his wife, her love for Santana and Brett shined through.

"Why is it that every time we talk you need someone to back you up?" Carlos asked. "I don't need anyone. But I have many people who will back me up, you are just pissed that the only person who will back you is a sadistic asshole who wasn't even allowed in here" Brett explained. "Why don't we bring Santana over here and we can ask her what she thinks about your upcoming deployment?" Carlos asked, smirking. "You are not going to be the one to tell her, I will. But I am not going to ruin her birthday party" Brett said. "If you even try to tell her I will get you kicked out," Carrie said. "Do not talk to me like that," he said. "I don't owe you anything so I can say what I damn, please. Try me" Carrie said. Brett smiled, none messed with Carrie.

Carlos Lopez ignored her. "When you tell her and break my daughter's heart. Sebastian will be there to pick up the pieces. Your deployment cannot come fast enough" He said before walking away. "How the hell does Santana put up with that man?" Carrie asked. "I have no idea" Brett mumbled. "Don't let this ruin your night. Santana has not stopped smiling since you sang to her, focus on that" Aaron explained, patting his friend on the back. "What if he is right? What if Santana can't handle me leaving so she moves on'' Brett said, letting his mind wander. "She is going to be sad but she loves you too much to throw it away. There are so many people to help her here in New York, you have nothing to worry about" Carrie explained. She was right, like always. "Thanks, guys," Brett said.

After that conversation, the Lopezs ended up leaving. Brett was holding his breath as they said goodbye to their daughter, he was scared that Carlos was going to break the news to her. Luckily he didn't, once they were gone he could easily breathe again.

Santana came back up to her boyfriend. "So are you going to tell me what you and my father talked about?" she asked. "It is not important. He doesn't like me and I was hoping that when he saw me sing to you, that his mind was going to change." Brett explained. Santana couldn't help but be a little sad, "His mind didn't change?" she asked. Brett shook his head, "nope, I am sorry Santana" he said. Santana let her hand brush against his cheek, she loved the feeling of his scruffy beard. "Do not apologize. I am not looking at you to get my father's approval. I love you and that is the only thing that matters" she said. Brett smiled, "I love you too" he whispered.

They danced the night away. Everyone was on the dance floor enjoying everyone's presence. Santana stayed close to Brett, loving the feeling of his hands on her body. Santana didn't let her parents ruin her mood. This night has been absolutely amazing. Better than she could have ever hoped and that was all thanks to Brett. She couldn't wait to see what he had planned for after. All she could hope was that it involved being naked.

Once the night came to an end, Santana said goodbye to all her guests before making her way into the uber with Brett. They pulled up to the Mandarin Oriental Hotel. "Brett" Santana whispered, getting out and looking up at the tall building. The Mandarin was a very luxurious hotel where only the very rich stay. "Come on," he said, grabbing her hand and walking in. He made a beeline to the elevator. "Do we need to check-in?" she asked. "Already did," he said, holding up the hotel key. The elevator opened and the couple walked in. Brett reached over and pressed the 35th floor. You know it was a good room when Brett needed to place his key in to the slot to even get the button to light up.

They walked hand in hand to one of the doors. Brett slid in the key and opened the door for her. They walked into the living room. There was floor-to-ceiling window views of the entire city. "Want to see the bedroom?" Brett asked. Santana nodded. They walked down the hall and into the room. It was a corner room with a large king-sized bed right in the middle. The windows showcased 180-degree views of the city and Central Park. "This is amazing," Santana said, walking up to the windows and peering out. "Happy Birthday beautiful," Brett said, wrapping his arms around her waist. He nuzzled his face into her neck, enveloping her scent.

"I want to get a little freshened up before, you know," Santana said with a smirk. Brett smiled and backed away from her. He walked into the closet and came out with an overnight bag. "Here, Mercedes and Kurt packed it for you. Just in case you need anything" he said. Santana was impressed, Brett thought of everything. She grabbed the bag and went into the bathroom. She opened it up and right on top was lingerie. Of course, Mercedes and Kurt would pack that.

Santana pulled it out, it was a two-piece dark red lace set that was going to look amazing up against her darker skin. The bra was a push-up that showcased her rambunctious set of twins. The bottoms were a g string that left nothing to the imagination. Santana looked at herself in the mirror, she looked so fucking good. Santana brushed her teeth and left her hair in the braid, half up half down style. Before she left the bathroom, Santana slipped on her silk robe that was also packed, Thank you, Kurt and Mercedes.

Santana walked back into the bedroom. The lights were dimmed and the twinkling lights of the city were shinning. Brett was standing in just his boxers, looking out at the park. Santana's eyes slowly went down his body. The lines of his muscles were so deep. She could see the scar that went from his shoulder down. It told a story, a story of Brett's survival, which Santana thought was beautiful. "B" she whispered. Brett slowly turned around. They both immediately checked each other out. No matter how many times Santana saw Brett, he always managed to make her feel butterflies.

Brett put out his hand for Santana to take, which she did. He led her to the bed making her sit. "I have something for you," he said. Santana shook her head, "no you have given me too much, you are not allowed to buy me anything else" she explained. Brett chuckled, "good thing I didn't buy this," he asked. Brett reached into his bag and grabbed something but she couldn't see what it was. "When I was captured, I was shot in the chest and left for dead" Brett started off. Santana didn't like to talk about Brett's injuries but neither did he. So she knew this was important so she stayed quiet and listened.

"The man that shot me assumed that I would bleed out in that chair before my platoon found me. But when he shot me something saved my life. Do you know what a dog tag is Tana?" Brett asked. "They are those tags that people in the military have," she said. Brett nodded, "They are used to identify soldiers. We get 2 tags when we join. They are placed onto a large chain that we wear around our necks. In the event that a soldier dies, then one tag is left with the body, and the other tag is taken back. When I was shot in the chest my tag diverted the bullet. The doctor in Germany told me that if I didn't have them on then the bullet would have hit my aorta and I would have bled out in a matter of seconds. They saved my life." Brett explained.

He stepped closer to Santana until he was right in front of her. "I want you to be protected and to have a piece of me always" he whispered. Brett pulled out the chain and placed it over Santana's head, letting it fall to her chest. San lifted her hands so she could look at the tags. They were dented, which Santana assumed was where the bullet hit. She read what was engraved on it,

PIERCE, B.A. O POS

1234567890

USMC L

NO PREFERENCE

"What does this mean?" she asked. "My name is first. Brett Andrew Pierce. The marines are different and have our last name first. Then my blood type which is O positive. Then my DOD ID number. My branch, which is the United States Marine Corps, then my gas mask size which is large. Then lastly my religious affiliation." Brett explained. "Why are you giving this to me? Don't you need this?" she asked. "It is too damaged so I have new ones. I want you to have these ones. It protected me and now I want it to protect you." He said. "But you need it," Santana said, trying to pull it off. Brett stopped her and shook his head, "No I don't. They gave me new ones since they are damaged. I need you to have them" he explained.

Santana just couldn't believe how this night went. Brett declared his love for her in front of a room filled with people. He sang to her for the first time and now he is giving her the thing that saved his life and ultimately helped guide him to her doorstep. Santana stood up on her tiptoes and kissed him. Brett caressed her cheeks and returned the kiss with just as much passion. She slowly slid her hands down his chest until she came to the waistband of his boxers. Before Brett could even wrap his mind about what was happening, his boxers were on the ground and Santana was pumping his shaft.

"Sit on the bed, with your legs crossed," Santana commanded. Brett was not going to argue with her. He got on the bed sitting right in the middle, legs crossed and staring at his girlfriend. Brett slowly pumped his dick, as it stood straight up. Santana dropped her robe, exposing herself completely to Brett. "Wow, you are stunning" Brett whispered as he looked her up and down. Santana slowly spun so Brett got to see the whole set. He felt his throat run dry, looking at Santana in a g-string.

San made eye contact as she dropped her thong to the floor. Brett couldn't help but lower his gaze to her center, it was glistening in arousal. She crawled on the bed and sat on Brett's lap, straddling him. San wrapped her legs around his waist. This was the most intimate position either of them has ever been in with another person. Her arms wrapped around his neck while his arms caressed her lower back. "You are beautiful" Brett whispered before he kissed her. She pressed her chest against him. Her arousal was now covering his thick shaft.

Brett's hand snuck up to the clasp of the bra and unhooked it. He pulled back so he could see all of her. Brett pulled the straps down and exposed her glorious breast. He tossed it to the side, now here they were pressed together as one.

Brett looked down at the chains that were hanging between her breasts. "I love the tags, Brett," Santana whispered. "They will protect you as they protected me" he whispered back. "Thank you for everything you did for me today," she said. "I would do anything for you" he replied. Santana held his face in her hands, "then make love to me" she whispered. Brett went straight to her neck and started kissing her. Santana was able to position his cock at her entrance and slowly advance it in. She tossed her head back, even though they have had sex many times; Brett still stretches her so much.

"B" she moaned when he finally bottomed out. "God you get tighter and tighter, I swear," Brett mumbled. While Santana became acclimated Brett couldn't help but move his lips to her chest. Swirling his tongue around her nipples creating the stiff peaks he loves. He switched breasts, running his tongue all over her areolas, swirling around and around. Brett even gave her nipple a little bite making Santana hiss. She slowly started to move, Brett's hands moved to the swell of her ass to help her movements. This position wasn't just intimate, it gave Santana all the control which Brett loved to watch.

He watched as she moved slowly up and down his dick. Her clit was bumping against his pelvic bone with every thrust. "Brett" she moaned, already feeling the pressure building in her stomach. "Take it Tana, take all of me" he replied. San groaned, loving the feeling of him inside her. Her forehead was pushed against his, they were both staring into each other's eyes. Brett was already feeling the pressure too but there was no way he was going to cum before her. Just watching her rock on top of him while his tags were nuzzled between her breasts, swinging with every move. "Let go baby" he whispered. It pushed Santana over the edge, her pussy constricted around Brett and flooding arousal around him.

Santana was sweaty and tired as she leaned against Brett. "So fucking good" she whispered. "Oh it is not over Tana," Brett said with a smirk. He supported her back as he turned her around, making sure to lay her head gently on the pillow. Brett slid right back into her, so easily since she was so wet. "I love you" Brett whispered, tucking her hair back so he could see her face. Brett leaned down and kissed her. He could feel her moans vibrating against his mouth as he thrust into her. He picked up the speed compared to what they just did but it was still passionate. Brett made sure to pull out almost completely before pushing all the way back in. He wanted to reach as deep as he could within her. Santana's nails raked down his back.

Santana was breathing heavily. Every time she breathed out, it was like a whimper. Which was music to Brett's ears. The only sound in the room was Santana and Brett, the slapping of their skin, the whimpers and grunts. Her pussy constricted him but Brett kept moving, he knew that they were both so close.

"I need you to cum inside me, please Brett" Santana begged. Normally Brett would try to get one more orgasm out of her but not when she was begging underneath him. The fire in his belly traveled right to his balls and he let go with a grunt. Brett trusted his seed deep within her. That is exactly what Santana wanted. Once she felt the warm cum start to fill her up, that pushed her over the ledge.

Santana's pussy convulsed, squeezing tightly around Brett. This milked Brett even more. "So tight" he whispered and Brett tried so hard to keep moving. Santana's toes curled and she tossed her head back with a loud moan. Brett's face pushed into her neck, with a few more thrusts he was completely empty. Santana's pussy finally relaxed and Brett was able to pull out of her and land on his back. Santana turned and tossed her arm around his waist and her leg up on his hip. Brett looked down and saw their mixed juices flow out of her tight hole. This image made his dick twitch. Brett knew it wasn't going to be too long until he was hard again.

Santana's finger slowly traced the scar that runs down the middle of his chest. Brett watched her, She looked like she was thinking hard. He waited, Brett wanted to see if she was going to say anything. As the time passed, Santana still said nothing. Her finger kept retracing her steps. She focused on the way the skin came together. Santana herself thought about a few scars she has that she got from Cheerio stunts gone wrong. They came together better, like 2 seams. Even the scars that were ruff got better with time and some vaseline. Brett's scar, however, was not smooth. It told a story of 2 pieces of skin that shouldn't have been sown together again because he should not have survived.

Every time Santana looked at it, that is what she thought about. This wonderful man who has done nothing but good was forced to endure something so horrible. Santana can't help but think of what she was going through while it was happening with Brett. She was still in a relationship with Sebastian during his captivity. Was Santana sleeping with Sebastian, absolutely hating it but just doing it while Brett was being tortured? She couldn't help but feel so guilty.

"Baby" Brett whispered. Santana could barely hear it over the screaming thoughts that were going on in her head. She tilted her head up to stare into those eyes that she loves, her finger still feeling the rough scar. "What is going on in that beautiful head right now?" he asked. "What do you mean?" she asked back, trying to play it off. "You always tell me not to push you away. Don't do it to me, Santana." Brett begged. Santana was still silent, she hated doing this to him. Brett had so many problems that he had to deal with. Santana didn't want to add another one to his list.

She still stayed silent. Brett ran hands over her arm. Letting it glide up to her perfect face. Brett forced her to look at him, he could see that she was still very deep in thought. "Talk to me Tana" he begged again. "I don't want to burden you," She said. "Nothing about you or anything you need to say will burden me. What are you thinking about?" Brett asked.

"What I was doing while you were captured, that is what I am thinking about" San revealed. "Why are you thinking about that?" he asked. "I can't help it. Every time I see your scar it brings me back to your captivity. Then when I think about that, I think about what I was doing. Dating, working and partying while you were" She said but Brett stopped her. "Stop," he said, calmly.

"Do you want to know something that Dr. Michaels said to me during our first session?" he asked. Santana nodded and laid her head on his chest, looking up at him. "He told me that focusing on the past is only going to interrupt the happiness of your future. If you keep thinking about what happened to me and what you were doing, all that is going to do is keep us from moving forward" Brett explained. Brett is right and Santana knew that. "You can tell me that I am right now," Brett teased her. Santana smiled, "shut up" she mumbled.

The comfortable silence enveloped them. "I get scared," Santana mumbled after a few minutes. "I think about you going back over there and getting hurt. It scares the shit out of me. And don't tell me not to think about it because I can't. It is our future because I know you are going to be deployed sooner or later which scares me." she said. Brett rubbed her bareback. He wanted to tell her that he was actually going back sooner rather than later but Brett couldn't. He was not going to ruin their amazing night with news that is going to really scare her.

Brett leaned down and kissed her head. "I get scared too," he revealed. Santana wasn't looking at him but her face still showed the shock. Brett was the strongest man she knows, him admitting that he is scared too was very surprising. "What scares you?" she asked.

"I hate thinking about how I will be thousands of miles away from you. Something could go wrong and there is nothing that I can do to help you. It is kinda crazy but war doesn't scare me, leaving you does" He admitted. Santana kissed his chest before looking up at him. She moved her body, so she was straddling him. Santana pressed her breast into his chest and kissed him. With everything she has in her, Santana let her lips do the talking. Brett sucked on her bottom lip, making Santana moan. His hands traveled down her back to her ass, giving it a good squeeze. Santana groaned loudly. She pulled back slowly leaning her forehead against his. "I love you Brett," she said. "I love you too Tana, so freaking much" he replied without missing a beat.

"So I am guessing your birthday was a success?" Brett asked, holding her close. "It was more than a success. Thanks to you" she admitted. "There is one more thing," Brett said. Santana looked at him confused. "There better not be anything more. You have done plenty for me. I do not want you spending any more money on me" San said. Brett laughed, "That is fine, this will not require any money to be spent," he said. Santana groaned, "Fine, what else is there?" she asked. "Do not make that sound, trust me you are going to like this" he said. "Plus this is for me as much as it is for you" Brett added. "So let me get this straight, it is my birthday but you got yourself something also?" she asked.

"Kinda, technically I can get this whenever I want but I have never had it this way," Brett said with a smirk. Santana cocked her eyebrow at him. Brett didn't say anything, he just pushed her chest up and off of him. Then he grabbed her arms and placed them on the headboard. Santana went along with it even though she was very confused. Brett placed his hands on her and pushed her up his chest. Their mixed fluids getting smeared on his chest. "Brett what are you doing?" she asked. "Sit on my face babe," Brett said. Santana's eyes got big. "what ?" she asked, making sure she heard him correctly. "You heard me, baby, sit on my face and let me ravish you," Brett said. That sentence sent tingles straight to her vagina. "Are you sure?" she asked. "Absolutely," Brett said, pushing her again.

Santana got the message and lifted herself up. She positioned herself over his face. Brett looked so excited and licked his lips like thanksgiving dinner was just served. Santana had never done this before. Sebastian never wanted to only pleasure her, they were not very creative in the bedroom. Brett wrapped his arms around her thighs and pulled her toward his face. Santana clutched the headboard once she felt his tongue split her lips apart. "Fuck" she mumbled tossing her head back. Brett attached his lips to her clit and sucked. Santana couldn't help but slowly move her hips.

He opened his eyes and looked up at her. Santana's face was looking down at him but her eyes were clamped shut. Her mouth was slightly opened and her knuckles were white, clutching that headboard. Brett gave her pussy soft licks down until he found her hole. Brett plunged his tongue into her, making her breath hitch. As he pumped in and out, he felt her thighs start to close in on him. Brett pulled her thighs apart with his large hands. Since his hands were holding her, his fingers were so close to her clit. He reached over, pressing the pad of his fingers against it. Brett felt her jump. He started rubbing tight circles.

Santana's hips rocked to the rhythm of his tongue. She could feel the beads of sweat rolling down her chest. She was so close, which Brett knew.

He pulled his tongue out and pulled back just a bit. "Look at me Santana," he said. She continued rocking her hips but kept her eyes closed. "Look at me or I will stop" Brett commanded. There was no way in hell Santana was going to let him stop when she was so close to her release. She pried her eyes open and looked down at him. Right when their eyes made contact, Brett plunged his tongue back into her. "B" she whimpered. Santana's legs started to shake, making Brett use most of his strength to keep her legs apart.

Santana could feel herself just about to lose it. She leaned back and placed her hands on his chest behind her to support herself. Santana's orgasm hit her hard. She threw her head back and came with a loud moan. "Brett" San yelled out. Her arousal flooded his mouth. Brett pulled his fingers away and lapped it up. He was not going to let any of it go to waste. Her taste was sweet and decadent, absolutely nothing like it. Brett was really going to miss it.

Santana was so sensitive, she pushed his head away. Quickly climbing off of him but not going far. She laid next to him on her stomach staring at him. Brett reached over and rubbed her back. "How was that?" he asked. "You surprise me more and more every day" she admitted. "Is that a good thing?" Brett asked. "Such a good thing" San expressed. Santana's eyes started to close but she forced them open. Brett could see that she was exhausted. "Come here," he said. Brett pulled her basically on top of him so her head was resting on his chest. "Go to sleep baby," he said. "You only had one orgasm," she mumbled. "That is fine, let's take a nap and continue this in the morning," Brett said. He kissed her head, "Happy birthday baby, I love you." he said. Santana smiled and slowly fell asleep in his arms.

Brett finally said I Love you! Was it everything you guys thought it was going to be? I would love to hear what you guys think, please comment!