Brett's POV
There is just something about Santana that makes me want to know everything about her. I can tell she puts on a tough exterior, kinda like me. What's under that hard shell. She took this flirting to a whole new level and I plan to match it. Game on Santana, game on. I watched her walk toward the door because why wouldn't I, anyone would. She turned around catching me but at this point I don't give a shit. Nothing about any of this is subtle which is okay with me.
She opened the door, "Hey baby" this random guy said, giving her a kiss on the lips. She has a boyfriend. Part of me is shocked because of the amount of flirting we have been doing but another part of me isn't shocked at all. No wonder a girl like Santana isn't single, she's a catch. This guy though doesn't really seem like Santana's type. He's kinda scrawny especially compared to me. Even sitting on the couch I know for a fact he is shorter. By the looks of his suit, he definitely has money.
"Don't call me baby" Santana said sharply. Okay maybe they aren't dating… His eyes caught mine and his smile quickly vanished. "Santana, who the hell is this? '' He was obviously pissed. I watched as Santana quickly moved in front of him blocking his view of me. "You need to leave, you are not welcomed here" she said bitterly. Well there is that intense that Quinn was talking about. Just by the sound of her voice maybe me make a mental note never to fuck with her. I saw his eyes turn dark which immediately made me stand up. "You're fucking him now" he asked her. "I think she asked you to leave" I said, stepping in and ignoring his previous statement. No-one talks to a woman like that. He looks around Santana shoving her to the side. "You shut the fuck up" He said pointing to me. "Don't you dare put your hands on her'' I said stepping forward. "What are you going to do about it crippled" he said, pointing to my splint.
This asshole is not going to get away with being a dick or putting his hands on Santana. I quickly tore off the sling, throwing it to the ground. The pain shot through my entire body but I would have never shown it in this circumstance. "Quinn!" Santana yelled stepping in between both of us. "With this on or off I still could crush you" I threatened. "QUINN" Santana yelled louder. "She is my girlfriend so why don't you back the fuck up" the bastard yelled.
Quinn came running out of her room, "What the hell is going on here" She yelled. Quinn grabbed my good arm pulling me backwards while Santana pushed the other guy backwards, separating us. "Bash I am not your girlfriend" Santana yelled at him. He turned to her talking quietly. I tried to listen but Quinn turned my face to look at her. "What the hell are you doing? Why did you take this off?" she asked, trying to put the sling back on me. "Who the hell is that guy?" I whispered. "Santana's ex boyfriend, Sebastian. Now will you put this back on so you don't injure yourself further" she whispered pissed off. I ignored her and reverted my eyes back to Santana and the asshole.
He still looks pissed, "You're sleeping with him, I know you" he lashed at her. Quinn quickly turned around. "She isn't sleeping with him, he's my brother and literally came in today; Bash" she explained. "See I fucking told you" Santana said crossing her arms across her chest. "Then why did you decided to get the fuck in our business" He spat at me. I walked closer to him but Quinn and Santana still stood between us. "Because she told you to leave and then you put your hands on her. You don't touch a women" I said without raising my voice. "You put your fucking hands on Santana" Quinn said wiping her head around toward the asshole while dropping my sling. "Maybe I'll just let my brother kick your ass then" Quinn added, crossing her arms over her chest. Santana's face looked scared, "Quinn!" she quickly turned toward her ex, "please just leave before you cause a fight" she pleaded with him. "Fine but this isn't over'' he said pointing at me. He then turned around storming out and slamming the door behind him.
"Santana what the hell happened" Quinn asked. "I don't know, he came over and saw Brett and flipped the fuck out" She said throwing her hands in the air. "Did you invite him over?" Quinn asked. Santana walked past Quinn picking up the sling. "Of course not! why in the hell would I do that" Santana spat back. She stood in front of me slowly placing my arm in the sling while Quinn continued to talk. "I don't know; you did say you were sexually frustrated last week" my sister snapped back, "Maybe you just wanted to fuck him again". I watched as Santana bit her lip. It wasn't in a seductive why but more like a don't bitch her out kinda way. I bent down while she placed the strap over my head mirroring our actions earlier. Once it was on she turned back towards Quinn. "I didn't invite him over for a booty call, now will you excuse me? I am leaving since this wonderful evening has been ruined" Santana said before grabbing the bottle of wine and going to her bedroom.
Quinn sat down quickly taking a large gulp of her wine. I also took a seat taking a swig of my beer. "I'm sorry for ruining the night, I just, nobody should shove a woman" I said finally making eye contact. She sighed loudly, "I'm not mad at you, I think I would have reacted the same way. He is just an absolute dick" She admitted. "No doubt about that, are they together or not?" I was confused. Quinn shook her head, "no she broke up with him like a month ago but he hasn't quite caught the message". Quinn groaned, "I shouldn't have accused her of wanting to sleep with him" she said taking another gulp of wine. "Why don't you just go and apologize" I suggested thinking that was the obvious thing to do. "I will but I know Santana, she just wants to be alone right now" Quinn said shaking her head.
"I know this first night kinda sucked and we have a lot of catching up to do but I am so tired I think I am just going to go to bed" she said cleaning up. I got up helping her, "don't worry about it sis, we have plenty of time." I said smiling which made her smile. Her face quickly changed to confusion, "why did you take off your sling?" she asked. "The asshole called me a cripple and I wanted to make sure that he knew that I could still kick his ass. Injured or not'' I said smirking. Quinn just shook her head, "or were you trying to impress Santana?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "What are you talking about?" I tried to play it cool. "Don't think I didn't notice the way you were looking at her." she explained. "Quinn I don't know what you're talking about'' I said. deny deny deny and that is exactly what I am going to do. Quinn looked at me "She is my best friend which means, she is off limits" Quinn said pointing her finger at me. I just nodded my head. How does Quinn expect me not to flirt with her? Santana is probably the sexiest person I have ever seen. She would make anyone shake in their boots.
Quinn helped me set up the bed with sheets and everything. "I have to get out of here early tomorrow so I'll try and not wake you up since it's probably the first time you've gotten to sleep in since joining" she said laughing. "Let's face it, my body will still wake me up early" I said laughing. "Night Quinnie" I said, planting a kiss on her head. "I know you got hurt and all but I am really glad you're here" she said smiling before making her way to her room.
I walked into the bathroom lifting up my shirt. I stared at the scar that went down the middle of my abdomen. It's still a bit red but at least it's not infected anymore. I grabbed my bag and put on the ointment that the doctor prescribed. It stung a bit but nothing like the original injury. I placed the foot long bandage over it making sure none of the ointment got on my shirt. Then I turned my attention to my shoulder. Doing the same thing to that wound too. I wonder how the boys are doing and who's leading them. It better not be Franklin, I fucking hate that guy. I bet he was happy that I got injured so he could take my spot. I grabbed pain pills taking one. I usually don't like to take them but after that stunt with the sling, I am feeling a lot of pain. I made my way back to my bed/couch laying down while just flipping through the channels.
I glanced down at my phone, it's been 2 hours since everyone went to bed and I am still just lying here wide awake. You would think that someone who's been sleeping in the desert basically on a rock for years would fall asleep nicely on a great mattress, but here I am still freaking awake. Part of me thinks that I can't sleep because I am not in the desert. I feel like a part of me feels guilty for being here, being at home with my sister and….. Santana.
I should have just let Santana handle the situation but this guy got under my damn skin. Now she's going to think I am this guy who just wants to fight everyone in sight. I almost punched her damn boyfriend, ex boyfriend, fuck buddy, whoever the fuck he is when I literally just met her. Could I have been dumber?
As I am laying just staring at the ceiling listening to some random show playing in the background. I heard a door open. I quickly shut my eyes not knowing who opened the door. I could hear the floors creaking so someone must be going to the bathroom. After a few seconds there was just silence. Maybe they got hot and opened their door?
"Brett" I heard someone whisper. It wasn't Quinn. My eyes opened quickly and I sat up, "Santana is everything okay?" I asked obviously concerned. She was standing at the edge of the living room near the opening to the hallway. I couldn't really see her face since the light of the TV was facing me. "Did I wake you up?" she asked, still whispering. "No, I was awake, is everything okay?" I asked again. "I'm sorry about tonight" she said with a slight sniffle. Was she crying? "Santana come here" I said patting the bed. "It's late we should really go to bed," she replied. "Are you really going to make the injured soldier get up and follow you?" I said with a bit of sarcasm hoping to lighten the mood. I could hear her sigh quietly before she walked closer.
Once she got close enough I patted the bed again, this time she followed and sat down. I could see the tears on her face, she had definitely been crying. I reached out with my good arm and took her hand. "I owe you an apology, I just met you and I shouldn't have intervened between you and that guy" I said. She quickly shook her head, "no you don't owe an apology. This was all my fault if I hadn't even gotten into a relationship with that asshole" she mumbled quickly wiping any tears that attempted to roll down her cheek. "Santana, nothing happened except for an argument, no-one got hurt" I said hoping this would calm her down. "That's not true," she whispered. "What are you talking about?" I was confused.
Santana finally looked up, her big brown eyes looked so sad. Something bigger was going on here. "You were hurt, I could tell when you took off your sling. Then when I put it back on, I saw you wince in pain" she said squeezing my hand. "That wasn't on you, I was the idiot who took it off. I needed to look tough and the sling was kinda killing my vibe" I said smiling. She smiled but it quickly disappeared again when she looked down. "Look at me" I whispered, Santana slowly looked back up connecting our eyes. "I am okay, we are okay, so no more crying. You're too pretty to be crying" I whispered. She smiled and laughed, "you better not tell Quinn you saw me crying" Santana said laughing a bit. "I wouldn't dare piss off a prosecutor." I said making her laugh again. Her face turned serious again, "no guy has ever defended me like you did tonight" she admitted. "Well I would do it again, in a heartbeat" I said quickly. "Why? you don't even know me?" Santana asked. "I don't need to know you to know that the way he treated you was not right. You don't deserve that Santana, nobody does" I said squeezing her hand. With her other hand she reached up gently taking my face. She brought my face closer and placed her lips on my cheek. It was a gentle kiss but I felt something. It was like my face was lit on fire.
She pulled away slowly looking at me again. "Thank you Brett, goodnight" Santana said, giving my hand one last squeeze before retreating back into her bedroom. I wanted to follow her so bad but I just sat there, touching the spot where her lips just were. So much for staying away from Quinn's best friend.
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