Thanks everyone for your wonderful reviews last chapter. I have the next chapter written out already and I'm hoping to have it typed up and posting in the next few days. I'm trying to update this story as quickly as possible. This story is a shorter one and there's only four chapters left.
Carefully laying Santana on his bed, he kisses her forehead.
"I'm going to make sure nothing bad happens to you ever again." Brett whispers staring down at her sleeping body.
He's been slowly falling for this beautiful nerd. Okay fastly falling for her as they've only known each other really for five days, but to him it feels like forever. He knows he loves her and wants to protect her. Quietly he makes his way out of his room and out of his house.
To Puck: Meet me at the corner park in five.
He puts his phone away and slowly walks to the park. He's trying to keep his head though all he really wants to do is punch Santana's dad until he stops breathing. Never before can he remember being this angry.
"What's up that you had to pull me away from my hot Cheerio orgy I had going on in my room." Puck complains walking over to Brett whose sitting on a bench with his fists clenched.
"I need you to stop me from killing someone." Brett says through clenched teeth.
"What happened to make you want to kill someone?" Puck asks wondering what's made his usually calm friend so mad.
"Santana's dad beats her and I'm going to stop him." Brett growls.
"Is Santana the hot girl that you ditched me for at lunch these last few days?" Puck asks just assuming since he doubts Brett has been hanging around anyone else.
"Yes, now will you help me?" Brett asks.
"I'm not sure what you want." Puck says.
"I want you to help me beat up her dad. Well more like stop me from killing him. You know I won't be able to step myself once I've started." Brett tries to explain.
"Can do man," Puck says always down for a fight. "You want to do it tonight?" he asks.
"Yes, Santana is currently sleeping at my house. Now is the perfect time." Brett says.
"Okay let's go," Puck says sighing.
He's really unsure if this is a good idea, but Brett seems certain that he's doing this and as his friend he needs to make sure that his friend doesn't go to jail.
The walk to Santana's house is quiet. The only thing that can be heard is Brett cracking his knuckles. When they arrive, Brett turns to face Puck.
"Stay here, I need to do this on my own." Brett says.
"I'll be watching through the window." Puck says wondering if Brett can actually beat this man up.
"Here goes nothing," Brett says walking through the door.
"You back already whore!" Santiago shouts from his spot on the couch.
Brett doesn't say anything, he just walks towards the couch.
"Did you hear me whore?" Santiago shouts turning around slightly.
"Oh I heard you alright." Brett growls picking Santiago up by his collar.
"Shit," Santiago mumbles staring wide eyed at the huge man in front of him.
"Now I'm going to give you two options either you leave Santana alone or I'm going to beat you up." Brett growls trying to keep his anger in check so he doesn't kill this man.
"Fucking slut sent you." Santiago growls as Brett throws him into the wall.
"It seems you've chosen option two." Brett growls personally happy he gets to beat the fuck out of him.
Before Santiago can call Santana anymore names Brett starts punching him. He lands several heavy punches on Santiago before the man manages to get away.
"Fuck," Santiago groans. "You tell that slut to fucking get the hell out of my house." he shouts spitting blood.
"Don't worry she won't be coming back." Brett growls punching him hard in the face once more.
He hears Santiago's nose crack as he falls to the ground, hitting his head on the way down. Looking down at the other man, Brett can't help but smile at the fact that he's knocked out.
"You'll never see her again if I have anything to do with it." Brett growls motioning for Puck to come in.
"What the hell?" Puck says coming in to see who he assumes is Santana's dad on the floor. "He isn't dead is he?"
"No just knocked out." Brett says. "Come help me grab Santana's things."
"Why?" Puck stupidly asks.
"Because dummy I'm not letting her stay here with this abusive man." Brett says rolling her eyes.
"So where's she going to stay?" Puck asks frowning.
Brett just stares at him.
"With you right," Puck says.
"Yeah, the way I figure my parents will be okay with her staying for a while." Brett says.
Puck just shakes his head cause yeah it's totally obvious that Brett is so in love with this chick.
"Whatever you say man."
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Santana wakes up yawning, then jumps up when she realizes that she's not in her own bed.
"Where the hell am I?" she questions as she rubs the sleep out of her eyes.
After taking another look around she realizes that she's in Brett's room. That's when she remembers everything that happened earlier and the reason why she's here. Looking around she starts to get worried when she doesn't see Brett.
"Oh no," Santana softly says.
Not even two seconds later the door opens and Brett walks in with several bags.
"San? What are you doing up? It's three in the morning." Brett says dropping the bags and walks over to her.
"What did you do? Why do you have my stuff?" Santana asks noticing he has her stuff.
"You're going to be staying here. I'll take the couch and you can have the bed." Brett says putting several bags in his room.
"What did you do?" Santana asks again.
"Your dad won't bother you again if he's smart." Brett tells her.
"You didn't! Where am I going to live now?" Santana asks starting to get worried.
Honestly she's not surprised at all that Brett went to confront her dad, but she's pissed that he got her kicked out of his house.
"Here, you can stay here." Brett softly says. "I'll talk to my parents tomorrow. Did you really think I was going to let you go back after finding out that your dad hits you." he asks.
"Thank you for looking out for me." Santana softly says cuddling into him.
"I'll always look out for you."
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"Please tell me you didn't have a girl in your room." Max senior says when Brett and Santana both come down.
"No dad, I slept on the couch." Brett says.
"Hello Santana it's nice to see you this morning." Carole says frowning as it's eight in the morning, he son is never up this early.
"Mom, dad we have something we need to ask you." Brett says taking Santana's hand in his.
"Please tell me this girl is not pregnant." Max senior says.
"No dad," Brett starts, but he stops when his younger siblings come in.
"Sanny!" Ruby shouts.
"Can you two go watch TV while your father and me talk to your older brother." Carole says.
"But mom," Max junior whines.
"Go," Carole says ushering both kids out, turning back to face her son. "So what is it that you want to talk to us about?"
Santana clings tightly to Brett, holding onto him like he's her anchor. She doesn't know what she'll do if she can't stay here.
"Well San's dad is abusive to her and I kind of want over and beat him up. Long story short she's not going home and needs somewhere to stay." Brett says.
He looks hopefully at his parents, biting his lip as he waits for their answer.
"Santana you are more than welcome to stay with us." Carole says.
"What?" Max senior says.
"You can take Brett's room and he can sleep out in the loft. At least until we can figure out another room." Carole tells them.
"Thanks mom," Brett says pulling her into a hug.
"Thanks Mr. and Mrs. Pierce."
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The rest of the weekend Brett helps Santana settle in and they finish up their project. Santana's grateful that Brett managed to get all her things from the house. Now it's Monday and they have to sadly go to school. Santana wishes it was still just her and Brett.
"Hey San you ready?" Brett asks walking into the kitchen.
"Yeah just let me get my bag." Santana says running back upstairs to grab it.
He drives them to school and before he can help her out she takes off figuring he won't want to be seen with her.
"I'll meet you here at four thirty!" Brett shouts after her wondering why she's running off.
He deflates back into the truck wondering where he went wrong. He wanted to walk her into the school and give her a big fat kiss on the lips. He wants to date her and show her to the whole school. He thinks she's the pretest girl and wants everyone to know she's his.
"Dude, why are you hiding here?" Puck says opening the door. "Man we are the heroes of the school."
"I just want some time by myself." Brett says.
"Come on man, you've had all weekend to yourself." Puck complains trying to get him out.
"I haven't, I've been around Santana all weekend." Brett reminds him.
That's when it hits him why Brett is being like this.
"You're totally crushing on the hot nerd." Puck says smiling.
"Who's Brett crushing on?" Quinn asks coming over.
"That nerd he's been working on that project with-" Puck says raising his eyebrows.
"Oh, why?" Quinn asks shocked.
Brett hasn't really been in any relationships throughout high. Sure he's had sex, he's never been in a relationship.
"She's just so beautiful and…..I don't know. I just really like her." Brett softly says.
"Man I say go for it, she's a hottie." Puck says smiling.
Quinn just shakes her head.
"You should be dating a Cheerio, but do whatever you want." Quinn says cuddling into Puck.
"So you two are back together?" Brett says.
He never can keep up with their relationship and wither they are dating or not.
"Yes, unless he decides to start cheating on me again." Quinn says slapping him.
"Ow," Puck says rubbing his arm.
"Well I guess I should go find Santana." Brett says getting out of the truck.
He really doesn't want to hang around them if they are going to start making out. Walking into the school he heads to the library where he knows Santana will be.
"Hey San," Brett softly says sitting next to her.
"Oh hi," Santana says shocked he's here. "Don't you have some celebrating to do?"
"Nope," Brett says popping the p.
He just watches her as she puts the finishing touches to their project.
"So," Santana says wondering why he's here.
"I um….."
Brett's really nervous about asking her out. He's scared that she'll say no. Any other girl he wouldn't care, but he thinks he might be in love with Santana.
"Brett?" Santana asks.
"I was hoping that you'd um….go out on a date with me Friday night after the game?" Brett asks biting his lip as he waits for her answer.
"Why? Is this some joke or dare or something?" Santana asks harshly.
Brett is taken back by how harsh she sounds.
"No," is all Brett can say.
"Then why?" Santana asks.
"Because I really like you. So will you go out with me?" Brett asks again.
"You really want to go out with me?" Santana asks in complete disbelief.
"Yes is that so hard to believe?" Brett asks.
"Kind of," Santana says blushing at the fact that he's staring at her. "You're really popular and I'm well not."
"So I like you a lot and have for well since I ran into you in the hallway." Brett tells her.
"I'll go out with you." Santana says.
"Cool," Brett says smiling. "I'll walk you to class."