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Brett's POV

I walked out of Quinn's room and was immediately met with a woman placing a bag on the dining table. Her back was to me but I could tell she was tan with her hair in a high pony. My eyes made their way down her body, she was wearing a tight splatter paint sports bra with mid calf work out pants. My eyes stopped at her ass which was absolutely perfect, this girl does not scream intense or messy tornado. "Quinn's not home" I said, making my presence known. She jumped around screaming a bit which made me jump. Her hand immediately went to her chest. Looking into those big beautiful brown eyes, I immediately recognized her. It was the girl that was in the picture on Quinn's nightstand. Her chest was even better than the picture showed. Even glistened in sweat she is still beautiful.

"I am so sorry, I didn't mean to scare you" I said putting up my right hand. She smiled "don't worry about it, I just wasn't expecting a man's voice" she said. "Santana Lopez, Quinn's roommate and I guess your roommate now too" she said putting out her right hand. God her smile is amazing. I took her hand gently and shook it. "Brett Pierce, nice to meet you Miss. Lopez" I said staring in those beautiful brown eyes, I could just get lost in them. "Please do not call me , it makes me feel old" she said laughing and dropping my hand. I could see her eyes make their way down my body and back but before looking me in the eye. "Nice uniform" she said smiling before walking to the kitchen. My eyes trailed her ass as she left. Damn this girl is confident, which makes sense, any girl who looks like her is always confident.

I took a seat on the couch. She came over with a water bottle taking a seat on the other side of the couch. "So all settled in?" she asked taking a sip. "Yeah I think so, I don't really have many things" I explained. She seemed confused, "The military doesn't really let you have many things, isn't a lot of room" I added. She nodded understanding what I meant. "Where were you stationed?" Santana asked. I swallowed, "Afghanistan" I said not adding anymore then I needed to. "How are you? I mean with your…..ummm" she tried to say. I could tell she didn't really know how to address it but her eyes were glued to my sling. I wiggled my fingers in the cast, "its getting there, ill be good as new in some time." she smiled. "Well I am glad you are okay, and I know Quinn is really happy that your here" she explained.

"I am happy that I get to see her, its been a long time" I explained. "How long were you gone?" she asked. "This tour was about a year long but I haven't come seen her in almost 3 years." I explained breaking eye contact. I was hoping by looking away, Santana wouldn't ask anymore questions. Something about her makes me want to just spill my guts to her, she intrigues me. "I am really glad you're here" she said smiling, "I am going to shower, make yourself at home" she said before walking away.

It's been a long time since I have been interested in anyone. It's pretty common for guys and girls to hook up when they are deployed but I was never like that. The command was too important to me. I was in charge of a team and I would never do anything to jeopardize that. Sadly the last thing to get me off was my hand. I groaned leaning my head back on the couch. This was going to be a hard few months especially living with a girl like her.

Santana's POV

OMG, why the hell didn't Quinn tell me her brother was so fucking hot. I know its weird for a sibling to say that but she knows that he is literally my type so she could have at least warned me. Of course the first time I met him I just got back from a run, dripping in sweat. A guy standing there in a uniform just does something to me. I turn on the shower switching it to cold, god knows I don't need myself feeling any warmer than I do. Her brother is huge, you could tell that he's been working out for a while. He could probably bench press me. He was also quite a bit taller than me but I like that. I may be a big bad Santana but there is something about a guy taking control that makes me very turned on.

After a good 20 minutes, I finally get out wrapping myself up in a big fluffy towel. I pulled on some black sweat pants and a white tank top. Towel drying my hair, I decided to let it stay down to naturally dry. Just as I was about to walk into my room I heard Brett, "Damn it" he hissed. I walked towards Quinn's room, knocking "Brett? Everything okay?" I asked before pushing the door open fully. Brett was standing there with his military jacket on the ground and his t-shirt half above his head. "I am stuck in the shirt because of my damn sling" he said, I could hear the embarrassment in his voice. "Let me help'' I said walking closer. " You're too tall, sit on the bed" I said laughing and slightly pushing him back. Once he sat, I grabbed the hem of his shirt carefully pulling it over his head making sure not to touch his injured arm. "There" I said holding his shirt in my arms. I looked down taking in the shirtless guy in front of me. His broad shoulders and chiseled arms caught my attention. His arms were full of tattoos, traveling lower I wish I could see his abs because I knew he must have had them. His torso was covered with a large ace bandage wrap that matched the one wrapped around his left shoulder. Just peeking out the bottom of the bandage was a defined V, god how the hell am I supposed to live here with him walking around.

I took a deep breath biting my lip before he cleared his throat bringing me out of his trance. I looked back at him noticing just how blue his eyes were. "Thanks Santana" he said smiling, he definitely noticed that I was checking him out. "You're welcome" I managed to get out giving him back his shirt and stepping back. "I think I am going to take a shower, I've been on a plane for like 21 hours" he said chuckling. "There's some extra towels in the bathroom" I said walking back into the living room. He followed me, "do you need any help?" I asked looking at him while taking a seat on the raised an eyebrow smirking, "you want to help me shower?". My mouth dropped not really knowing what to say, "I umm, I meant" I tried to say but he cut me off. "I'm just messing with you Santana but I'm good thanks" he said before going to the bathroom.

What the hell was that! I have never been the type to be speechless. no-one has ever made me this tongue tied before, god he is going to be the death of me.

Laying on the couch with my back against the arm rest, I just let my eyes close. Here I was basically putty on the couch over a guy that I met like an hour ago. What the hell is wrong with me. Maybe it's just because I haven't had a good lay in a while or because I just got off a stressful case. Whatever it is, I need to do something about this.

"Think I can cash in that offer to help me" I heard Brett say. I looked up, he was standing in the middle of the living room clearly showered. Wearing black sweatpants and an army green Marines t-shirt. He was holding his left arm along with the sling. "Absolutely" I said smiling before getting up and standing in front of him. I grabbed the sling and carefully wrapped his arm in it. His breath hitched in, I froze, "did I hurt you?" I was scared to move forward. "It hurts a bit but you didn't do anything wrong" he placed his right hand on my hip before bending forward. I wrapped the strap around his neck securing it. He straightened up again. I readjusted the strap smoothing it against his chest. I could still feel his hand on my waist. It was fired against my shirt but his hand sure fit perfectly there.

"You're all set" I whispered, not really wanting to move away from him. "Thank you…..again" he said, giving my waist a bit of a squeeze before pulling away. I instantly missed his touch. He took a seat on the other side of the couch where my feet were previously occupying. I sat back down in my seat. "You can put your feet back up, I don't mind" he said patting his lap. I brought my knees up to my chest, "its okay" I said before turning my attention to the tv.

I don't know how long we sat there in silence but it never once was awkward. It felt natural, like I've known him for a while. I heard the sound of a key unlock the door and in strolled Quinn. "I brought pizza" she sang smiling. Brett wouldn't know this but Quinn always sings that she's home whenever she is in a good mood. I know she's had a tough day when she doesn't use her singing voice.

"Hey sis" he said as Quinn put the pizzas on the table. "I see you guys have finally met" she said smiling ear to ear. "Yes and I may have scared the crap out of her" he said laughing while looking at me. Quinn laughed, also looking at me, "I wasn't expecting a man's voice coming from your room." I said getting up walking toward Q. I peeked out of the corner of my eye and could see Brett trail down my body. I looked back up at Quinn who was looking at her phone. I looked over back at Brett, he smiled up at me winking. I blushed and walked by.

He made me blush, when was the last time a guy made me actually blush. "San grab plates" Quinn yelled as I walked into the kitchen. "Beer or wine" I yelled back. "Wine obviously," Quinn yelled. "I know what you drink, I meant Brett" I yelled back, rolling my eyes, grabbing plates. "Beer please" I heard. Somehow balancing the plates, a beer, 2 glasses and a bottle, I brought it back out to the living room. "I got it" Brett said, grabbing the plates from my hands. I turned my attention to Quinn, "What are you doing?" "I am setting the table for dinner" she said as if it was obvious. "Why, we only eat here on holidays and parties." I stated. "Well this is a big day, it's Brett's first night." she explained. "Well if he is going to live here then he needs to know, we sit on the couch, eat pizza and watch trashy reality tv" I said looking back at him.

He laughed, "I am good with that," he said, taking a sip of his beer. I smirked at Quinn before grabbing the pizza boxes and placing them on the coffee table. "I know you just rolled your eyes at me" I said before turning around. "Just eat your pizza," she said, giving me a plate. We all grabbed some and sat on the couch. Brett and I sat in our spots while Quinn sat on the other couch. "Gosh I needed this" Quinn said sighing while taking a large gulp of wine. "Woah there Quinnie, don't want to get drunk too quick" I laughed. Brett also laughed, "After today I might need to," she explained.

"What happened" Brett asked. "This woman is basically dragging this surgeon through the mud after her husband died. I feel awful that she lost him but the doctor literally did everything in his power to save him but just couldn't." she explained shaking her head. "Is the hospital going to settle?" I wondered. "I don't think so, I think we have enough evidence to prove he wasn't negligent. That reminds me, if I bring home the case files can you have a look?" She asked. I nodded while taking a sip of wine.

"Wait, are you a lawyer too?" Brett asked, looking at me confused. "Yup!" "San and I went to law school together" Quinn explained."Damn that explains how you guys can afford this place" he said looking around. It's kinda true, since Quinn and I came from wealthy families we both had no school loans, plus being a lawyer pays pretty damn well. "So do you guys work together too?" Brett asked. I laughed, "hell no, I think if we worked and lived together, we would kill each other." I explained. "I work for New York Presbyterian Hospital basically representing them and the staff in malpractice suits, Santana here works for the city." Quinn said. "What type of law do you practice?" he asked, glancing back over to me. "I am one of the prosecutors for the Special Victims Unit," I explained, taking a bite. "She's trying to be modest which is weird since she usually brags but she is the head prosecutor for the whole department. Youngest one there ever was." I gave Quinn a look, yes I usually brag but Brett's different.

"Look at you Shot" he said pushing my leg. "it's not a big deal, Quinn's over reacting." I replied laughing. "So are you like Barba from Law and Order?" he asked. I smirked, "actually yes that is exactly what I do" I smiled. Brett looked between the both of us "wow I feel very under qualified to be living here" he said chuckling. "Oh believe me, what you do is a lot more impressive than us, I couldn't go to war." I admitted pouring more wine. "Absolutely not" Quinn added.

Quinn's phone rang drawing our attention to her. "Shit, I need to answer this. Excuse me" She said before walking into her room, shutting her door. "Why didn't you tell me you were a lawyer?" he asked looking over at me. "You didn't ask" I answered nonchalantly. "Quinn told me that you were intense but I really don't see it" he said, smirking. I laughed, "she called me that? well if I am not intense how would you describe me?" I asked "Well you're gorgeous, obviously smart if you were able to get through law school. You are definitely confident in yourself and I would bet that you command a room when you walk into it being that you're a prosecutor and all." he said smirking. I smiled "you got all that just from meeting me today" I asked, raising an eyebrow. "What can I say, I can read people pretty well but I think there is a lot more to you. Maybe things that Quinn doesn't even know" he said raising his good shoulder. Our doorbell quickly interrupted our banter. I rose from my seat walking toward the door but before I did, I stopped in front of him. and I leaned down to his ear. I could tell he was staring right down my shirt but I didn't mind, "Wouldn't you like to know?" I whispered letting my lips linger on his ear lobe for a second.

The doorbell rang again. I slowly stood up making my way to the door. Before opening it I turned back and his eyes were exactly where I thought they were going to be. He was right. I am pretty confident especially when flirting. I turned back, opening the front door. "Hey baby" Bash said walking past me leaving a quick kiss on my lips.

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