A guest commented on the last chapter asking how I pictured Brett, I never really thought about it. If I had to guess it would be a combination of Brittany S Pierce (Of course) and Chris Hemsworth. Big strong soldier with tattoos who has a little bit of scruff and longer hair since he can grow it out a little because he's on leave. That's what I see when I write but picture whatever you want!

I promise that Quinn will find out soon and you will see more into Brett's life before the army because it is a big reason why he joined and never really comes home.

I also wanted to thank you guys for the amazing comments! I work in healthcare and this pandemic has been really hard so writing has been my outlet. Please stay safe and wear your mask!

Third Person POV

Brett heard the ringing of Quinn's alarm on the other side of the wall. You see Quinn is a very heavy sleeper so her alarm needs to be at full blast for her to hear it. Even then it usually takes her a minute to even wake up and shut it off. Usually, Brett is long gone by then since his nightmares usually wake him up before dawn but not today. Brett was instantly awoken by the loud ringing. Unlike Quinn, Brett had always been a light sleeper. One of the reasons being that he was a soldier. He needed to be ready and aware that the enemy could attack at any moment. There were also some problems when he was younger that forced him to be ready and awake at the drop of a hat. So this situation was not uncommon for Brett.

Brett noticed that something was different than normal. There was a weight on his chest and the smell of vanilla, "what the hell" he thought. Brett slowly opened his eyes, he looked down and saw a mess of dark hair laid out over his chest. He moved the hair and was met with Santana's face up against his chest, lightly snoring. She was laying fully on Brett with her legs tangled up with his. Brett's arms were secured around her waist. They were basically in the same position as last night but this time laying down fully on the bed.

Brett layed there just holding Santana, listening to her snoring. He could feel her heartbeat on his chest. He rubbed her lower back where her t-shirt rose up. Brett couldn't help but notice just how soft her skin was. It was just now that he realized why he didn't have a nightmare last night. It was because he was holding Santana all night, I guess he felt safe with her wrapped in his arms. Brett pushed her hair back and planted a delicate kiss on the top of her head. He could lay there all day, holding her and Brett would be perfectly content.

The alarm went off again and Quinn let out a large groan. That sound was what brought Brett back to reality. Quinn's awake and here he is holding Santana, shirtless. "Fuck Tana, you need to wake up," He said, gently shaking her. Santana groaned and pushed her face into his chest. "Babe, we fell asleep" He whispered, continuing to shake her. "5 more minutes" Santana mumbled. "No, Quinn is awake, get up!" he said, pinching her sides. Once Santana heard that she immediately pulled herself up. "Fuck, Brett when did I fall asleep?" she asked, finally rolling off of him. "I have no idea, I fell asleep too." He said, laughing. They both stopped dead in their tracks hearing Quinn shuffling on the other side of the wall. Santana got up to walk away but was pulled back. "What are you doing, I need to get back to my room" she whispered, looking at him. Brett pulled her down to his lips, "Good Morning Beautiful" he said before kissing her. Santana brought her hand up to his neck kissing back. Brett pulled back, "Now go or Quinn will catch us" he whispered. Santana smiled and turned around. Brett playfully smacked her ass. She turned around and saw him wink at her before retreating back to her room. I guess fate was on their side because right when Santana shut her door, Quinn opened hers.

Brett's POV

"Morning Brett" Quinn mumbled as she walked by me to the bathroom. Santana and I are so lucky I am such a light sleeper because we were so close to being caught. To be honest I am kinda shocked that Quinn hasn't caught us. Santana is like a drug, I've tasted it and I need more. I have to talk to Quinn as soon as possible. Especially before she catches on to us. It also doesn't help that Puck, Mercedes, and Kurt all know that something is going on between Santana and I. I bet Mike even knows too since he was there when I punched Bash which means Tina might know. Then since Kurt knows that means that Blaine for sure also knows. This secret has caught like wildfire and Santana and I are going down if Quinn doesn't find out soon.

"How was your night's sleep?" Quinn asked, walking back into the living room. I smiled thinking back to it, "Actually pretty great, no nightmares. What about you?" I asked. Quinn smiled, "Mine was good too! I literally passed out," she said laughing. I watched as Quinn's eye fixated on something. "Is that Santana's phone?" Quinn asked, pointing to my bed. I looked down and there was an iphone laying face down. I can't even lie my way out of it because Santana has a very distinct phone case, Dark red with her name written in black cursive.

"Yeah it is, she must have left it here" I said, picking it up. Quinn looked at me confused, "why is her phone on your bed?" she asked. "She must have left it here last night when she went to bed," I said, not technically lying. Quinn cocked her eyebrow, "I thought she wasn't going to be home till late?" she said. "Yeah it was kinda late but I was still up so we watched Criminal Minds" I explained. Quinn slowly nodded her head, "that's so weird, she is usually attached to her phone" She explained, still eyeing me. "You should go wake her up because she will not get up for hours if she doesn't set an alarm" Quinn said before going back into her room. I really need to tell her soon because, by that encounter, she does not believe me.

I assumed that Quinn would be in her room for a while getting ready for work so I grabbed Santana's phone and got up. I gave her door a quick knock before opening it. Santana was laying there with her eyes closed but I could tell she wasn't asleep. "Open your eyes, I know you're awake," I said, laughing as I shut the door. Santana opened her eyes and got up, "How did you know I wasn't asleep?" she asked, crossing her arms over her chest. "Well you weren't snoring," I said. Her mouth dropped, "I do not snore!" she said. "Yeah you do but don't worry it's like a cute little snore and your mouth always hangs open" I explained. Santana looked so embarrassed, "omg I dont think I can ever sleep with you again," she said. "Hey don't be embarrassed, it's kinda adorable," I said, smiling. "I have never been described as adorable. Sexy and hot yes but not adorable" she said, laughing. God she the most perfect laugh. "You are all those things plus adorable" I explained, taking a seat on her bed.

Santana smiled, "We really cut it close, Quinn almost caught us" she finally said. "Well definitely has a clue now because of you" I pointed out. "Me, what the hell did I do," she asked. "You left this on my bed which was surprising to Quinn since you always have your phone," I said, handing it over. "Fuck" Santana muttered. "I tried to explain that you must have just left it when you watched Criminal Minds with me but I am not sure she bought it," I said. Santana shook her head, "there is no way she bought it. I don't go anywhere without my phone, fuck" she said. "Hey it's going to be fine, I'll tell her, she can't be mad forever," I said. Santana chuckled, " you may think that but you don't know Quinn and I" she explained. "What does that mean?" I asked. "Quinn and I have had an interesting friendship. We love each other and hate each other hard. We've physically fought each other before" Santana explained. I was shocked, "you've actually fought my sister" I asked in disbelief. "It was a mutual fight but we made up not that long after, what I'm trying to say is I don't want her to hate me." She said, looking defeated. "I promise she is not going to hate you," I said, trying to give her some comfort. By the look of her face, I don't think she believes me.

Quinn's POV

I spent the entire day at the hospital trying to convince one of the doctors to just take a damn plea deal. But no he claims that he did everything right but even the president of the hospital said that the doctor was at fault. Whatever, I guess he can get his own lawyer and try to fight it in court. At least the patient agreed not to sue the hospital. I was going to go straight home but I decided to stop by Pucks first. I quickly sent Brett a text saying I was going to Pucks before sliding it back into my purse.

"Hey Q, I wasn't expecting you," Puck said, opening his door, letting me in. "I know, I'm sorry I didn't call…. I just…. I don't know" I said, walking past him and taking a seat on his couch. Why was I even here? "Hey what's wrong?" Puck said taking a seat across from me. "Nothing's wrong." I said, letting out a big breath and slumping back against the couch. Puck chuckled and I glared at him, raising my eyebrows. "I've known you for years, I think I know you better then you know you which means I know that something is wrong. Now tell me what you're thinking about Q" Puck explained. Puck was right. We have been on and off for years. Right now I wouldn't say we are on but I wouldn't say we are off…. does that make any sense, I don't know.

I groaned loudly knowing he was right. I also know that he isn't going to stop until I talk to him. "It's Santana." I said. He looked at me confused, "what about her? Did she go Snix on you?" He asked, looking a little scared. I laughed, "no, there has been no slapping lately and I'm pretty good at dealing with Snix". Puck laughed, "you are probably the only person that can handle Snix" he said.

I laughed for a second before getting serious again, "You know how she can be. She broke up with Sebastian which means I know she is going to want to hook up with someone. I told her to stay away from my brother but I think she is still trying to get with him" I explain. Puck slowly nodded his head, I couldn't really read what he was thinking. "Why do you think that?" He asked. "That's the thing, I am not positive but there are just these little things that I've been noticing. I've seen her stare at him and check him out. Then at the club they came back from the dance floor together and then later I saw them together again when just us girls were supposed to be dancing. Then this morning I walked out and her phone was just laying on Brett's bed." I explained, trying to get him to understand my side.

"I really think you're overthinking this. Brett is living there with you guys so he is going to talk to Santana. Her phone being on his bed which I remind you is in the living room means nothing. As for the checking out, Brett is an attractive guy so of course, Santana is going to check him out. I bet Brett is checking her out too" he chuckled. " that's not the point Puck, I told her to back off! I even told Brett that" I said. "I don't understand why you are so against this, who cares if they want to sleep together?" he said, smiling. I shot him a glare and he immediately went straight faced. "Santana doesn't do relationships and Brett needs that in his life if he is ever going to come home from the military" I explained before he could talk I continued. "My brother has serious PTSD issues, Puck he wakes up screaming and goes out running at 2-3 am just because the nightmares are so bad that he can't sleep. He needs someone who will support him and help him." I said. He glared at me basically asking if he can speak now, I nodded.

"I really thought you knew Santana better than this'' he said. "What the hell does that mean?" I asked, kinda offended. "She isn't the same bitchy cheerleader from high school. She is a New York City prosecutor who works her ass off getting rape and murder victims justice. Santana would never just turn her back on someone who needed help, especially your brother. Yes, the girl has a temper and a past but we all know that she is as loyal as they come. I truly believe if she got with Brett, she would not fuck him over like other guys." Puck said. I was in disbelief, I was not expecting Puck to stand up so much for Santana. Puck usually would tell me if I was wrong but he always agreed with me at some points but this time he outright disagreed with me.

"I am not trying to trash talk San and I know how accomplished she is. You know I love her, she is basically my best friend but Brett is my brother. I need to look out for him like he has looked out for me." I said discouraged. "I get that and I know you love her but I don't think you need to protect Brett from Santana." He said. I slump back against the couch. "But don't you think it would be weird if my best friend and my brother hooked up. What if something happens between them and we can't all be together?" I asked. "I don't have all the answers but don't start making up scenarios in your head. You have no idea if anything has happened, for all you know they are just being roommates. Don't go crazy Q, because it will eat you alive" he said.

He was right, I have no idea if anything has happened between them. I think I am already crazy because it is eating me alive. I need to know.

"What do you think I should do?" I asked him. Puck smirk, "is Quinn Fabrey asking me for advice!" he said, laughing. "Shut the hell up and answer me Puck," I said, throwing a pillow at him. Puck laughed and caught the pillow. "I think you should talk to Santana since she seems to be more your problem," he said. "I have talked to her!" I said, frustrated. "No, you told San that she can't hook up with Brett. That is not talking to her. Sit down and see if anything is even going on, then… if there is something, tell her your feelings. She loves you." Puck said. I laughed, I just couldn't help myself.

"What's so funny?" He asked, smirking. "When in the hell did you get so smart and poetic?" I asked. "I've always been you just never asked… always focusing on the big Puck here," he said pointing to his crotch. "And there you go ruining our moment," I said laughing. Puck got up and sat next to me, putting his arm around my shoulders. He planted a kiss on my temple, "just talk to her" Puck whispered. "I'm just worried that she is going to say something I don't want to hear and I'll flip out at her" I admitted.

I have a temper that tends to only come out against Puck and Santana. I don't know what it is but those two sure know how to push my buttons. "You just need to try and be calm when talking to her, if you start raising your voice you know Santana will match it," he said. "I'll try to be calm but nothing better be going on" I mumbled.

We spent the next few hours just hanging out and watching tv. My mind was still on this whole situation. I bet I am just overthinking this. I bet Brett and Santana haven't even done anything. Let's face it Santana is my best friend and she wouldn't go against me. Neither would Brett because they both know how mad I would be. I bet when I ask them about it they are just going to laugh because I am being crazy, I guess that is better than them sneaking around behind my back.

My entire walk home I imagined how Santana and I were going to laugh about me being so paranoid. Break out a bottle of wine and just laugh. She is my best friend. I can just picture Brett joining in with beer, looking at Santana saying "you really thought we were hooking up" as we all chuckled. I smiled as I walked through the front door, past our doorman. Everything is going to be fine.

I took the elevator up. I really hope Santana is still up so I can just get this conversation over with. That way my nerves will be settled for the rest of the night. I made my way to the front door while taking my keys out. I grasp the door knob with one hand. As I went to place the keys in I realized that the door was actually not locked. That was weird. I opened it and was immediately met with music playing in the apartment. I could hear Santana laughing but I don't think she heard me come in since the music was so loud. I closed the door and walked to the kitchen. I immediately stopped in my tracks.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING" I yelled.

Hope you guys liked seeing a little bit of what is going on in Quinn's head. Don't think of her as the bad guy, all she wants is for her brother to come home and feel like he has a family.