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Brett was bartending at Puckermen's Bar yes he works with his best friend who happens to own this bar. Of course Brett was always drunk while working, Puck kind of let him get away with it from time to time. This isn't Brett's only place of work though.
Just down a few blocks is where Brett goes after his shift from the bar. It's a bar, but paid fights happen inside the bar. Brett basically beats the shit out of people for money it's a pretty easy job if you ask him. He also goes home with a lot of cash when he wins, so to Brett it's a win win situation.
"Yo Puck my shifts up! I'll see you tomorrow!" Brett said giving Puck a pat on the back.
"See ya man!" Puck was fully aware of what Brett does after his shift even if Brett doesn't really tell him. Brett always worries Puck and he is planning to have a chat with his friend soon about his addiction. Puck knew only one person in this world would be able to help Brett and it wasn't Puck or Quinn.
As Brett made his way into the fight club he went straight to the bar where he ordered a shot. After Brett took his shot he made his way to the bathroom. He pulled out a small bag of cocaine. After Brett snorted the line of cocaine he made his way back out to the bar. He normally doesn't snort cocaine, but when he knows he is about to get the shit beat out of him it helps a bit.
Brett scanned all the other men that were getting ready to fight that night when he set eyes on one of his fighting enemies. Dan White is a complete asshole but a hell of a fighter, him and Brett always go back and forth with wins.
Brett knew tonight he was definitely going to take him on. "Danny boy!" Brett yelled across the bar. Once Dan made eye contact Brett smirked getting ready to challenge this guy.
"Well well look finally showed up." Dan said smirking right back at Brett. "Ready to lose again Pierce." Dan said pushing Brett a little bit.
"You better watch yourself tonight." Brett said. Both men made there way up to the ring.
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!! I WILL LIKE TO INTRODUCE THE FIGHT FOR TONIGHT!" The announcer exclaimed into the microphone.
"IN THE RIGHT CORNER WE HAVE BRETT PIERCE!" Most people cheered him and started making their bets. "IN THE LEFT CORNER WE HAVE DANNN WHITEEE!" Everyone cheered for him and also started placing their bets.
Brett came out on the attack and started landing multiple face and body shots on Dan. Dan also started landing some pretty heavy shots on Brett. By the end of the fight Brett had won but barely, both men were beaten pretty badly.
"You got a killer right hand Pierce. Congrats I'll see you again soon." Dan said giving Brett a handshake and limping away.
Brett felt like shit, but didn't mind the stinging pain he felt all over his body. He knew this pain would knock him out, so he wouldn't have to worry about nightmares.
Once Brett made his way home he grabbed his bottle of whiskey and drank till the early hours of the morning. Once Brett finally fell asleep his nightmares started haunting him
Brett was back being held captive when the leader walked in "You are a tough American, but I don't have time to waste anymore." The leader said calling in two men with whips in their hand.
"Strip off his shirt and keep hitting him till I say enough." The leader whispered to his men waiting for them to begin.
Brett stood their chained up as these two men started started to begin whipping him. One hit after the other Brett could feel his body being torn up. They kept hitting him laughing as they saw Brett suffer. Brett was about to pass out, but before he did the leader made them stop.
"See what happens Mr. Pierce when you don't follow by my rules." The leader harshly said spitting in Brett's face after he said it.
Brett woke up drenched in sweat. He grabbed his whiskey and made his way to the bathroom. He stripped out of everything and turned the water cold.
After Brett finished his freezing cold shower he sat in his living room and started drinking again and smoking weed. He heard his phone ringing and grabbed his phone
"What's up Puck!" Brett said feeling a little relieved that his best friend was calling.
"Yo Brett! Can you come by my apartment now?" Puck asked feeing nervous that he is about to drop a bomb on Brett.
"Uh sure is everything okay." Brett asked hearing the nervousness is Pucks tone.
"Yeah of course just come by." Puck said trying to act calm.
"Okay see you in like 10 minutes." Brett said walking out of the door.
As Brett was walking towards Puck's apartment he felt weird like something was going to happen he wasn't going to like. He loves Puck and Quinn but sometimes they can get on his nerves with the drinking and weed. He doesn't need a mom and dad telling him what to do in life he just wants to be left alone.
He made his way up to Puck's apartment and knocked on the door. Puck opened it quickly and brought him into the kitchen. Down the hall though he heard a girl crying and another girl comforting her.
"Are you drunk and high man?! Also what the fuck happened to your face!?"" Puck said smelling the alcohol on his breath and seeing the huge black eye on Brett's face.
"Why does it matter? What are you my father?" Brett said starting to get frustrated this is exactly why he doesn't like coming over. "Where is Quinn anyway." Brett said wanting to know who was down the hall.
"Well that's what I wanted to talk to you about." Puck said but before he could say anything two girl walked into the kitchen.
Once Brett saw her face he wanted to bolt Santana fucking Lopez is staring at him right now with big sad brown eyes... the eyes he loves so much. It reminds Brett the first he met her freshmen year of high school.
Flashback freshmen year
Brett was walking into McKinley High school with his head held high. He was so excited sure he was a little nervous but he made the football team, so already so many people were turning heads at him.
Brett made his way into homeroom and found his seat in the back of the class. Right before the bell rang a cheerleader walked into the room with sass written all over her. The only seat left was next to Brett, so to say he was nervous about the stare this girl was giving him would be a understatement.
She sat down right next to Brett and stared at him up and down. Santana thought he was cute but wasn't going to let him get it that easy.
"Hey I am Brett Pierce it's nice to meet you." Brett said holding out his hand with a smile. Santana couldn't help but feel her insides flutter with how cute this boy was.
"Hey I'm Santana Lopez." Santana said trying to act like she didn't care about this boy while shaking his hand. As Brett was shaking her hand he couldn't help but stare into her beautiful brown eyes and feel butterflies in his stomach.
End of Flashback
"Uh I can't do this right now." Brett said trying to get the hell out of the apartment it was like a living nightmare. Before Brett could leave the kitchen Puck grabbed him and pulled him into the living room.
"Here" Puck said handing Brett a small bottle of whiskey. "I know where you are going to go if you leave and I would rather you drink here then out there."Puck said shaking his head in disappointment.
Brett grabbed the bottle and took and big gulp of it. "You had no fucking right bringing me here and making me deal with this." Brett whispered angrily to Puck.
"Please just hear her out she is going through a lot right now please Brett." Puck said hoping Brett will listen to him.
"Fine whatever I'll listen and then I'm done. Don't fucking bother me again after this you understand." Brett said taking another chug of whiskey and then making his way into the kitchen.
Santana's eyes meet him again and he can tell she is suffering with something, so he decided to push his angry to the side this one time.
"Hey Brett." Santana said weakly looking into Brett's eyes feeling a bit concerned with the big black eye she saw. Brett nodded "Hey Santana." Brett said trying not to look into her eyes.
"You wanna go back to my place to talk." Brett said knowing Santana probably needed someone to talk to right now.
"Yeah, but um can you leave the bottle here." Santana said knowing she was stepping on Brett's toes. Quinn had been telling her for months about how Brett was coping with life and Santana couldn't help but blame herself a little bit.
"Fine." Brett huffed angrily not wanting to yell at Santana.
Brett and Santana made their way outside the apartment without speaking word. This was such a awkward position for both of them, but they both knew they needed to do this.
"You wanna tell me why you were crying earlier." Brett said staring into Santana's eyes.
"Uh let's just wait till we get to your place. You wanna tell me why you have a black eye the size of Texas." Santana asked really concerned about what was happening to Brett.
"Uh no not really." Brett said kind of embarrassed because Santana had been right about him all a long he was a idiot who is going down the wrong path, and he does think with his dick a lot.
The two continued walking to the apartment in silence both had so much to get off their plate and they were scared. Once they got into the apartment Santana scanned the place over and saw in the kitchen and living room whiskey bottles everywhere.
"Brett" Santana whispered feeling horrible for what this guy was going through and knowing this new set of news is going to break him.
" Look I don't need a lecture Santana I'm a 24 year old man I don't need you or anyone telling me what to do. Especially you!" Brett said starting to get loud with her.
"I didn't come here to argue with you Brett, but I'm aloud to be concerned with you because you treat yourself like shit." Santana said also getting frustrated with Brett.
"Whatever Santana, can you you tell me why you were crying now." Brett said trying to calm down while making his way to the kitchen to get another bottle of whiskey. Santana got so pissed when she saw him drinking that whiskey that she wanted to hit him up the side the head with it.
"You have a kid Brett." Santana angrily getting so fed up with Brett.
"Wh...what." Brett said dropping his bottle of whiskey. No fucking way Brett thought it can't be. Brett felt tears coming to his eyes.
