It was 9 o'clock on a Friday night in November and the lights of New York City shimmered off of the glistening streets. It had just stopped raining as Brett Pierce's cab pulled up to the Gallery.

"Thanks" He smiled and paid the driver before stepping out and straightening his suit jacket.

He walked in carrying the bouquet pink roses. He looked around the room and spotted her.

He walked over to her while she was talking to a tall Asian man, "Excuse me I'm looking for the brilliant photographer of these photos."

The short, blonde turned around and beamed, "Brett!" She said and hugged him, "You came!" she added as the Asian man smiled and turned to another person

"Of course, I did, Kitty" Brett smiled, "You're my baby sister and it's your first big showing." He replied handing his sister the bouquet of roses.

"Thank you" She smiled, "Let me set these in the back and I'll be right back"

Brett nodded and walked over to a wall that had a large print of a nude blonde woman lying on a chaise lounge.

Kitty walked back over to her brother, "So what do you think?"

"I think it's a beautiful photo, Kit. You're so talented." Brett smiled.

"Thanks!" Kitty smiled proudly, "Let me introduce you to the models."

She grabbed his hand and led him over to a group of four people, one of which was the Asian man.

"Hey guys!" Kitty smiled, "This is my older brother, Brett. Brett this is Mike, Sam, Quinn and Santana. They are my models."

Mike was a tall Asian guy. It was obvious that he was very muscular. Sam and Quinn were like life sized Barbie and Ken dolls who seemed to be a couple. Santana was Latina and had dark, soulful brown eyes and had dimples when she smiled.

"It's nice to meet you, guys." Brett grinned and shook their hands.

"You too." Quinn smiled.

"Yeah man, your sister is really talented." Sam added.

"I completely agree." Brett smiled and glanced at Santana. He was curious if Mike and she were together, but they weren't holding each other like Sam and Quinn were.

"I'm going to show him more of the prints but let me know before any of you guys leave, ok?" Kitty said to the models and they all nodded.

She led Brett to look at more of the photos. The first one was of Santana. It was beautiful. She was nude, leaning back against a doorframe and was looking away from the camera. The photo was in black and white and had light caressing her curves.

"Wow, sis." Brett breathed, "This one is stunning."

"Thanks, it's one of my favorites" Kitty smiled.

Brett nodded and they moved to the next one.

Throughout the night Brett talked to all kinds of people including people that bought some of the prints.

He was looking at the photo of Santana when he felt someone walk up next to him.

"You like?" He heard a sexy, raspy voice come from next to him.

He turned and saw the same sexy woman from the photo in front of him.

"Oh hey. Yeah, you look beautiful." He said with a grin.

"Thanks." She smirked.

"How long have you been modeling?" He asked.

She smiled, "Most of my life but the nude modeling only since I was 19."

"Well, you're very…talented?" He said, tilting his head in question of his own words, making her laugh.

"Thanks." She laughed, smiling.

He nodded, "Anytime." he muttered.

She rolled her eyes, smiling before someone called her over, "See you later, Brett."

"Later…" Brett smirked, making her turn back to him for split second before waking over to her friend.

Brett wandered around the gallery, admiring the photographs.

He was looking at a photo of Sam and Quinn when he saw the same couple in person, talking to Mike and Santana.

He admired Santana for a moment before he caught her dark eyes looking back at him. She smirked and turned back to the others.

Brett grinned and felt someone touch his arm. He turned to his sister, "Hey."

"Hey. Jake showed up…" Kitty sighed.

"I'm sorry. Want me to kick his ass?" Brett asked.

Kitty rolled her eyes, "No. He's going to take me out to eat after the show. What are your plans tonight?"

"Oh I'm going to head to my hotel in a bit and relax till my meeting tomorrow."

"What meeting?"

Brett smirked, "I've got…stuff coming up at work."

"Excuse me…Kitty. This lady has a few questions for you…" A young man said, catching the blonde woman's attention.

"I'll talk to you later." Brett winked at his sister before she smiled and nodded.

Later that night Brett was over at the bar drinking scotch when Santana walked over and order a white wine.

"So, do you live in the city?" Santana asked.

"No, I actually live in LA. I'm just in town to see Kitty's show." Brett replied.

"Seriously? You came all the way across the country for a five-hour event?" Santana sked surprised.

Brett nodded, "She's my baby sister; of course, I did. I mean I'll be in town for about a week to visit her."

Santana thought for a moment then smiled, "You want to get out of here?"

Brett grinned and glanced over at his sister. The show was about to end, and he figured it wouldn't be a big deal to leave.

"Sure." Brett said, "Let me say goodbye to my sister."

"Ok." Santana smirked, and he nodded.

She walked over to Kitty, "Hey, I'm headed out. I'll see you tomorrow for dinner."

"Ok" She grinned and noticed a glint in his eye, "Are you leaving with someone?"

He smiled, "I'll see you tomorrow, Kit."

"Brett, who is it?" She smirked.

"Love you" He smiled and walked over to Santana, "You ready?"

She smiled and nodded. They headed outside.

"I've got a car" She said and grabbed his hand pulling him over to a black escalade that had a driver holding open the back door.

"Thank you, Chris" Santana smiled and climbed into the back never letting go of Brett's hand.

It took about 10 minutes to get to her apartment. When they got there, they headed inside and up to the penthouse.

"Wow, your apartment is beautiful." Brett said, looking around and the very modern style of the apartment with large windows.

"Thank you. Would you like a drink?" Santana asked as she hung her jacket up.

"Sure…whatever you're having." He replied and slipped his own jacket off, copying her action.

She smiled and made them both an old fashioned before going to sit on the couch next to him.

"So, what do you do?" She asked

"I'm a personal trainer."

"Really? Do you have any famous clients since you live in LA?"

"A couple" he grinned as they heard the rain start again.

"That's pretty cool" She smiled.

Brett nodded, "Do you get photographed by a lot of photographers or do stick with a few?"

Santana smirked, "I have my…regulars that handle the nude portraits, but I do clothes sessions with aa lot of photographers. I love working with Kitty. She's great."

Brett smiled, "I'm really proud of her. She's got a lot of skill with a camera."

Santana nodded, smiling as she took a sip of her drink.

Brett grinned, "What?"

Shaking her head, Santana said, "It's nice that you're so supportive. My brothers hate my work."

Brett nodded, "I can see…as a brother, having trouble with your profession but they should at least be proud of you."

Santana smirked, "Thanks." She said as she set her drink on the coffee table before grabbing his and doing the same thing.

He smiled and leaned forward to kiss her. She instantly kissed back as he cupped her jaw.

Santana moaned when she felt his tongue slide across her bottom lip. She moved over and straddled his lap, her dress slipped up her thighs as they spread.

Brett moved his hands to her ass as she deepened the kiss.

She pulled back, smirking as she undid his tie. Brett leaned back as her hands moved to undoing the buttons of his shirt. Brett reached up and unzipped the side of her dress, making her smirk widen.

She stood up and slipped off her dress, leaving her in a matching black thong and strapless bra.

Brett swallowed as he took in the sight in front of him, "Fuck." He muttered and stood up, pulling her into a kiss as his hand wandered over her body.

She moaned and reached down to undo his pants.

They were both in their underwear. It was obvious that he was hard and she moaned at the sight before undoing her bra. She pushed him back down onto the couch and straddled his lap, grinding down on his hardened dick.

He flipped them over and ground into her clothed core pulling more moans from her throat.

"Please tell me that you have a condom" She said before kissing him

He nodded, "I've got that handled but we won't need it for a while"

"What do you…?" She started till she saw him moving down her body and moaned

She ran her hands through his hair as he kissed her stomach and thighs. He pulled her thong down her legs and kissed her soaked pussy.

He lavished her core with kisses before sucking on her clit. She moaned out loudly and widened her legs and pulled him further into her. He stiffened his tongue and pushed as far into her as he could pulling a whimper from her.

He nipped lightly as the sensitive flesh as he pushed a finger into her entrance. He gently sucked her clit, making her whimper, gripping his hair.

He cupped her ass in his left hand, keeping her on the couch and close to his mouth.

"Fuck…Al…almost!" Santana whimpered, pulling his face closer to her pussy.

She came a moment later and he lapped up as much juice as possible before moving up her body and kissing her. She moaned against his glistening lips as he slipped off his boxers and grabbed a condom from his wallet. He swiftly rolled it on as he sucked on her nipple.

"Come on." She breathed, and he pushed into her, "Oh fuck." she whimpered

He groaned, feeling her squeeze around him as he began to pump in and out of her.

"Fuck, you feel incredible." Brett mumbled against her lips.

She whimpered and grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him into a deep kiss. He continued to thrust his hips. He reached down, gripping her thigh, lifting it over his hip, making him move deeper within her.

"Yes…" Santana whined, scratching down his back, "Harder."

Brett thrust harder, loving the noises she as making beneath him.

Brett sat up without disconnecting them and thrust into her at a new angle.

"Holy sh…shit!" Santana moaned, "Fuck!" she whimpered, biting her bottom lip.

Brett groaned, "Fu…fuck!"

"Al…almost…there!" Santana whimpered right before she came around him.

He groaned, unable to hold back with the way she was milking him. He came in the condom, thrusting his hips as he emptied himself.

She moaned and grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him into a deep kiss. He moaned into her mouth as he slowly pulled out, making her whimper at the loss.

Brett pulled back a little and looked down at the Latina. She had a satisfied smile on her lips making him smirk slightly. He sat up and pulled the condom off before throwing it away in the trash.

Santana sat up and smirked, "That was…so good." She murmured.

Brett nodded, "Yeah it was." he said.

"How long are you in town?" Santana asked.

Brett grinned, "Till Saturday…why?"

Santana smirked and shrugged, "Figured we could do this again…"

Brett nodded, "I'd like that."

"Let me see your phone." Santana said.

Brett grabbed his phone from the pocket of his discarded slacks and unlocked it, letting her give him her phone number.

He gave her his number and got dressed. She walked him to the door and kissed him on the jaw.

"I'll text you later." Brett smirked.

Santana nodded, "Okay."

Brett headed to the elevator and went down to the lobby. He hailed a cab and headed to his hotel.

When he got there, he paid the driver and stepped out of the cab. He jogged across the street to buy a box of condoms before going back over to his hotel.

He got to his room and walked in, slipping off his jacket and tossing it on the couch.

He stripped off his clothes and took a quick shower before pulling on a pair of boxers and checking his phone.

His thumb hovered over her name for a moment before he shook his head, thinking it might be too soon. He decided to text her the next day before laying down to go to sleep.