Third Person POV (Smut)

"I can't believe someone who can sing that well doesn't just sing all the time" Brett said as the driver drove them home. "What does that even mean?" San asked laughing. "Next time you're in the courtroom just sing everything" he suggested. Santana started hysterically laughing. "I bet the jury would love it" Brett added. "I bet they would but the judge would be pissed" she explained.

"So now that you've heard me sing, when can I hear you sing?" Santana asked, being extra flirty. "Nice try Tana" Brett said. "Come on Brett, it's only fair that I get to hear you" she said. "I don't really sing anymore, it was just something to get through the long nights in the desert." he explained. "Then make singing something fun again, create new memories.. With me" San suggested. "I am not promising that I will sing but maybe i'll play some guitar while you sing." Brett compromised. "Fine but don't think I am just going to let this go" She said, smirking.

"Final stop " The driver said coming to a stop outside their apartment.

The couple made their way inside the apartment. Santana pulled off her jacket and placed it on the back of a chair. "Do you want something to drink?" Santana asked. She turned around and was met with the gorgeous blue eyes that she has been staring into all night, except this time they were a bit darker. Santana smirked, "I don't want anything to drink" Brett said. She raised her eyebrows, "then what do you want?" Santana asked, walking closer to him. "I want you." he said, pulling her the final distance.

Brett leaned down and kissed her, wrapping her up in his arms. Santana placed her hands up and around his neck. Brett's tongue traced the outline of her lips but Santana didn't part them. Instead she gently bit down on his bottom lip, pulling back. Brett let out a breathy groan as she let go of his lip with a pop. Before he could capture her lips again, Santana stepped back. "What?" he asked, confused. She smirked and started walking towards her bedroom. Brett followed close behind.

Brett closed the door while Santana turned on the desk lamp. He wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, kissing her neck. Santana cocked her head to the side giving him more room. After a minute, San spun around "sit on the bed" she commanded. Brett dropped her waist and did exactly that. She walked toward him, the clicking of her heels echoing on the hardwood. Santana ran her hands through his hair and down his shoulders. She took this opportunity to push the blazer off his arms, tossing it somewhere behind her. Brett rubbed his hands up and down the back of her thighs.

Santana leaned down and kissed Brett slowly. She didn't want this to be a quick fuck, it was more then that. Santana let her hands wonder, grabbing the hem of his shirt. Brett got the hint, pulling back so she could pull off his shirt.

Sanatan let her hands slowly fall down his chest. Taking in every scar that he had on his chest. Once she reached the zipper of his pants, Santana quickly undid the button. Brett stood up pulling his zipper down and getting rid of his pants. He was left in just his boxers when Santana pushed his shoulders down, making him sit on her bed again. She let her eyes roam down his body, it was perfect. Santana had never seen a body more perfect than Bretts. "I am basically naked and you are still dressed to the nines" Brett pointed out, laughing.

Santana smirked and winked at him before turning around. "Help me." she said, pulling her hair to the side, revealing the zipper. Brett slowly moved his hands up her body and over her curves until he reached the zipper. He slowly started to pull it down. Once Santana was certain she could reach the zipper, she quickly spun back around. Santana didn't want to spoil what was underneath.

Santana stepped back from between his legs so she was just out of reach. She reached behind her back firmly grasping the zipper, pulling it the rest of the way down. Then she pushed the dress off her shoulders and placed her arms by her side. This allowed the dress to fall off Santana, landing like a puddle at her feet. Santana stepped out of the dress, still in her stilettos.

Brett's mouth fell agape. Standing before him was a god sent. Santana's matching lace set left nothing to imagination and Brett was happy about that. The contrast of the white lingerie and her dark skin was perfection. Brett was pulled out of his trance when Santana's heeled foot landed on his lap. He got the message. Bringing his hand up to caress her calf and slowly slide down to her foot, taking off the heel. Santana switched feet. This time Brett leaned down and kissed her knee. He kissed lower and lower until he was met with her other stiletto.

Brett slowly removed it adding to the piles of discarded clothes. "What do you think?" Santana asked, spinning slowly. "You look amazing, buy this for me?" Brett asked, incredibly turned on. Santana bit her lip and nodded walking closer to him. She placed her knee on the bed and sat astride on Brett. He firmly placed his hands on her ass and pulled her flush against himself. "Te quiero muchísímo" Santana whispered, the spanish and her sultry voice was all Brett needed. Their kiss was passionate, since Santana was on top she was able to gain the upper hand. Dominating the battle between their tongues. Santana moaned feeling his hands massage her ass. Evan through her lace set, Brett could feel the wetness of her core on his abs, making him groan loudly.

Brett gripped her thighs and immediately stood up, making Santana squeal in surprise. He walked around the bed and threw her lightly on it. Santana giggled and made a "come here" motion with her finger. Brett got on top of her and started kissing down her neck. Stopping at her collar bone making sure to leave a mark before continuing his descent. Brett made his way over her lace bralette, nipping at her nipples. Santana's moans fueled him as his mouth worked on one breast and his hand kneaded the other. Working her nipples into stiff peaks, Brett gently bit down making Santana hiss in pleasure. She arched her back up so Brett took the opportunity to reach around and unclip her bra. "As much as I love this, it needs to go'' Brett mumbled, throwing it off and enveloping her other nipple between his lips. He continued to work her breasts, even making sure to kiss every word of her tattoo. Santana panted beneath him, once her hips started bucking up Brett knew she needed a release.

Brett continued his descent, tracing over the lines of her defined abdomen and dipping into her navel. He came to a halt at her panties, biting the band and letting it go. "You don't have to," Santana said, breathless. Brett stopped and looked up at her confused, "Bash never you know….. Did that. He always said men don't go down on women, women should only go down on men" Santana explained, kinda embarrassed. She didn't want to admit that in all her hookups and dating, she has never been given oral. Brett went back up to her face, "Asshole doesn't know how to please a woman. I promise, you will love it but if you don't want me to do it then I won't. I will not do anything you are uncomfortable with" he said, lovingly. "No I want you to," Santana said, biting her lip. "I was hoping you were going to say that" Brett whispered against her lips giving her a quick kiss before going back down her body.

Brett grabbed her panties and pulled them down with his teeth, finishing the job with his hands. He looked at her waxed, glistening core and licked his lips. Brett grabbed her legs pulling her closer, Santana gasped. "Relax baby" Brett said, he positioned her legs over his shoulders. Brett placed a kiss at the top of her core, moving down her lips. Once he reached her entrance, Brett parted her core with his tongue licking up to her bundle of nerves. Santana's heavy breathing and moans were like music to his ears. Brett let his tongue explore her folds before stopping at her clit. Swirling his tongue around her hood, Brett could feel it hardening. Brett glanced up at the gorgeous girl. Santana's eyes were clamped shut, her head was back, perfect breast up in the air. This night was about her and Brett made it his mission to give her the best orgasm she has ever had.

He enveloped her clit sucking hard as he slipped in a finger. "Brettt" Santana yelled out, making him smile. He had to use his hand to keep her thighs from closing in on him. Brett continued his movements, eventually sliding in a second finger. Santana finally let go of the sheets and slid her hand down her body. She needed to feel closer to him even though they were more than close at the moment. Santana found his luscious blonde hair and slid her hand through it, keeping his head close.

Brett could feel her walls starting to close in on him. He wanted to feel her, so he pulled his fingers out and quickly replaced them with his tongue. "Yess" she moaned out. Brett continued to rub fast circles on her clit while pumping in and out with his tongue. The build was slow and he knew that she was teetering on the edge. Brett reached up with his free hand and pinched her nipple. That was it, that was what she needed. Santana screamed out, clutching Brett's hair with one hand and with her other hand she held his hand on her breast. Her legs trembled as Brett brought her back down, licking up everything. Once he was sure that Santana was fully through her orgasm, he kissed his way back up to her lips. Santana grabbed his face and passionately kissed him. Moaning at the taste of herself on his tongue. Brett pulled back and looked in her eyes. "So?" he asked, smirking. "Wow" was all she managed to get out. "Good because I am definitely going to be doing that again because you taste amazing!" Brett said with a chuckle.

Once Santana was able to catch her breath she looked down and could see the massive tent in Brett's boxers. She got up on her knees, "Off" Santana commanded. Pulling them down his legs, throwing them. Santana quickly got on top of him, straddling Brett. He was leaning against the headboard, holding her waist. Santana traced her finger down his chest, around the scares, tracing the outline of his abs. Brett pulled her gaze back to his face, "You're beautiful" he whispered. Santana smiled. So many people have complemented her. She was a very pretty girl but when Brett said it to her especially in a moment that was so intimate, she really believed it.

Santana crashed her lips to his, Brett let his hands roam her body. Santana reached down and gently grabbed his erected shaft. He groaned at her contact, dropping his head back and disconnecting their lips. She looked down and saw how swollen he was. Brett needed something and something fast. Her moan brought Brett's gaze back to her. Brett grabbed a hold of his shaft and helped Santana lift herself up. She slowly lowered herself onto him. "Damn it Brett" Santana groaned, feeling just how well he fills her up.

Santana started to rock her hips in a figure eight. Brett leaned forward sucking and biting her nipple as she moved. He leaned back again and grabbed her hips. As Santana started to bounce up and down, Brett knew he needed to get her off again before he got off. He bent his legs and every time she came down he thrusted up wards. "Yesss" San yelled out, throwing her head back. He was hitting her g spot with every thrust. It didn't take long for her walls to start to tighten around him. Santana clutched the headboard and yelled out, letting the orgasm wash over her.

Santana collapsed on his chest. Brett quickly wrapped his arm around her waist and flipped them over so he was on top, never pulling out of her. "Brett, I don't know" she said, trying to catch her breath. "One more baby, I know you have it in you" he said, kissing her. Brett started moving slowly. He felt Santana's nails go down his back. He continued to kiss her as he picked up speed. Brett knew it wasn't long for him and that he just needed to get Santana there too. Santana's breathy moans fuled him as he pumped faster. Brett grabbed one of Santana's leg and pulled it up, allowing him to get a deeper angle. "Let go Tana" he whispered in her ear. "Fuck B" San called out.

Her walls clamped down as she was thrown over the edge, so sensitive from her last two orgasms. Santana pulled Brett with her. He buried his head into her neck as he shot ropes of his seed, filling her up. Once he was sure he was completely empty, Brett pulled himself off and rolled onto his back. He pulled Santana onto his chest on her stomach. Brett rubbed her back as they both tried to get control of their breathing. "Fue increíble" she mumbled. "If that means incredible, I completely agree," Brett replied, making Santana laugh. Still on his chest, Santana placed her chin to her hands so she could look at him. Brett pulled the blanket up over their naked bodies

Santana started making little shapes on his chest with her finger, "Penny for your thoughts?" Brett asked looking down at her. "Everything is just so crazy," Santana said. "Okay you are going to need to explain" he said, laughing. "A year ago, you were in war. I was in a relationship that I absolutely hated. I was so unhappy and didn't even realize that I was just going through the motions. You didn't even know I existed and I thought you were just a guy from Quinn's stories" Santana explained. "So if that was a year ago, what are you feeling now?" Brett asked. Santana smiled at him, "Now you're here. You got injured and I would never want someone to get shot but that brought you to me. Now here we are and I'm happy." she said. Brett tucked her hair behind her ear, "I am really happy too Tana" he whispered back.

Brett's POV

Ugh, Tuesday morning is already here. Life has been pretty great lately which means, I know something has to happen to fuck it up. My date with Santana was just a few days ago and it has been great. We aren't dating per say but I am definitely thinking about asking her to be my girlfriend. Quinn says I should just do it since we basically act like a couple anyways but I don't want to run Santana away. Her past relationship was not good and I really want to show her that I am different. She is more than a beautiful girl, so much more and I just want to make sure she knows that.

We try to keep the PDA to a minimum when Quinn is around. I don't want her to feel like a constant third wheel around us. But I still try to steal a kiss every once in a while when we are alone or when Quinn isn't looking. I think I am being sneaky but she usually looks at me grinning after.

I pulled on my sweatpants over my basketball shorts. I have work today which is actually nice, I like being able to get out of the house. I pulled my shirt over my head and threw it on the couch. "SEXY'' I heard a sultry voice say from behind me. I turned around to face Santana. She was standing in one of my big t-shirts with her hair in a messy bun. "I could say the same about you" I said, grinning. "I thought I heard you leave earlier" I pointed out grabbing my work shirt. "Nah that was Q. I didn't need to go in today" she explained. "Has your murderer struck again?" I asked, pulling the shirt on. "Nope, he's gone cold last week. I decided to just take the day since I worked so late last night" Santana said. "Good, you deserve a break," I said, kissing the top of her head.

"Where are you going, I was hoping we could hang out" She said wrapping her arms around my waist. "I would love too but Aaron needs my help today" I said, hugging her back. "So if I started taking off my clothes right now" Santana said, cocking an eyebrow. "Please don't because then I won't be able to stop myself from throwing you into the bed and burying my head between your legs. Then I'll be late for work and Aaron will fire me" I groaned. Santana pulled back, "don't worry I won't do that to you, even though I love the idea of you throwing me around. I also really love your head between my legs" She winked. " See I told you that you would love it but I think I love it more than you" I grinned. It was true, Santana was delicious and Sebastian was a fucking idiot, who wouldn't want to go down on her.

"So what are you going to do today?" I asked, putting some water in my backpack. "I guess I'll go for a run" she said, shrugging her shoulders. "How about you come to the gym with me?" I asked. "Are you going to be my trainer?" San asked, smirking. "Yeah, it will be fun!" I said, excited. "Okay, let me get dressed. Pack me a water" She said walking past me. I smacked her ass making her jump, "hurry up" I laughed.

Third Person POV

Santana pulled her hair into a high ponytail to make sure it was out of her face. She then pulled on a periwinkle sports bra and black leggings with her Nike sneakers. Once she was all set, she walked out into the living room. "Are you going to put on a shirt?" Brett asked, laughing. "It's completely normal to work out in a sports bra, worried I am going to distract you" Santana grinned. "You always distract me, at least put a sweatshirt on. It's pretty chilly out" he said, handing her his marine's sweatshirt. Santana smiled, grabbing it and putting it on. She loved wearing his clothes. They were so big on her and it felt like he was just giving her a big hug constantly. "I like you in my clothes," Brett said, holding the door open for her. "I like wearing them," San said, smiling.

As they walked to the gym, Brett subconsciously grabbed Santana's hand. She didn't pull away in fact she got closer to him and sandwiched his hand between hers. "So I was talking to Quinn and she told me that she tried to bring up the dinner with your dad and you kinda blew her off," Santana said. Brett groaned, "I didn't blow her off, I told her to do whatever she wants and I'll be there" Brett explained. "You know she wants your input on restaurants so that you are more comfortable." She said. Brett looked down at her, "She asked you to talk to me, didn't she?" he asked suspiciously. "Yup, so where do you want to eat?" San asked. "I really don't care. You pick and tell Quinn that I picked it" Brett said, smiling. "You're annoying" She said, laughing. "How about that Italian place we wanted to try?" San suggested. "No don't waste that place on Russell, let's save that for a date night" He said. "We are going on another date?" she asked, smirking. "Of course we are!" Brett said as if it was obvious. "You want to, right?" he asked. "definitely but it's my turn to plan a date" Santana said. "Fine but I am paying," he replied. "Nope, if I plan it I am paying." she said. Brett rolled his eyes. "We will see about that but can you please just figure out the dinner thing for me, I really just don't want to think about this dinner more than I have to," Brett explained. Santana could see him starting to get frustrated and anxious. "I'll talk to Quinn," Tana said, bringing his hand up and kissing it.

Brett opened the door to the gym so Santana could walk through. "My favorite couple!" Carrie said, jumping off her seat. "Hey Carrie," Santana said laughing. "Come here" Carrie said, pulling Santana into a hug. "Okay, don't smother her," Brett said laughing. Carrie pulled back smiling between the two like a proud mom. "What are you doing here?" Carrie asked. "Santana had the day off and wanted to work out, I hope that is okay" Brett explained. "Santana is always welcomed! Brett you have one client here already warming up. Then you have an opening so you can train Santana. Does that sound good?" Carrie suggested. Santana nodded, "What should I do in the meantime?" San asked, looking at them. "We are going to talk because Brett tells me nothing," Carrie said, pulling Santana with her. "Don't scare her off," Brett yelled after them. "Carrie is so excited to have another girl around" Aaron said, coming out of nowhere.

While Brett was with a client, Carrie and Santana sat in the back office on the couches.

"Tell me everything!" Carrie said, crossing her legs. "Everything about what?" Santana asked, laughing. She loved how excited Carrie got over Brett's relationships. "Your date! Brett asked us to go to karaoke night but Aaron made dinner plans with his parents. I was pissed." Carrie explained. "I wish you guys came too! But our date was kinda amazing, I didn't realize how romantic Brett could be." Santana admitted. "I always thought that he was a secret romantic!" Carrie said, smilining. Santana laughed, "He took me to the most amazing restaurant. We had a private room with the most breathtaking views of the city. It was just us, absolutely perfect" she said.

"Awww, I knew Brett had it in him" Carrie said. "You've known Brett for so long, you've never seen him pull out all the stops for a girl?" Santana asked. Carrie scoffed, "Brett dating? Absolutely not" she said. "You're telling me that Brett has never had a girlfriend?" Santana asked. "Not since I've known him, unless he kept it a secret which I doubt. He told Aaron and I alot." Carrie explained. "I just find that so hard to believe, he is an amazing guy. How has he not dated anyone?" San said. "He never had a reason to. Brett would get deployed, serve his time then come home and live with Aaron and I. Then he would just do it all over again. Except this time he got injured and ended up living with Quinn because we are renovating. I bet if we weren't renovating then he would be living with us" Carrie said. "Which means Brett and I probably never would have met," San said, coming to the realization.

"Exactly. Brett is a man of habit. There has never been another girlfriend because no one has forced him from his comfort zone until you came along" Carrie explained. "Is that a good thing? That I forced him out?" Santana asked. "Of course it is a good thing! Brett was convinced that he had nothing to live for except the military now he has you and a new stronger connection to Quinn. He finally has more than just the military. I've never seen Brett this happy" Carrie admitted. Santana smiled, thinking about her blue eyed soldier.

Carrie elbowed Santana, "stop thinking about your man" Carrie said, laughing. "I can't help it, he is pretty perfect," San admitted.

"Now that you told me all the fluff, how has things really been? I know that you were concerned about him last time we texted, did you get anywhere with convincing him to go to therapy?" Carrie asked. Santana groaned, "Nope, he has no desire to go to therapy. I don't think I can change his mind" She said. "Has he still been having dreams?" Carrie asked. "Yeah. I told him to wake me up but I know that he isn't. The only good thing is, he hasn't woken up screaming lately" Santana pointed out. "That's good but if he doesn't face this head on, the dreams are just going to get worse and worse" Carrie said. "Were Aaron's nightmares bad?" Santana asked. Carrie nodded, "at first I just kinda shrugged them off and let Aaron figure them out on his own because that was what he wanted. But then one night I woke up to him holding a gun to my head." She said.

Santana's hand came up to cover her mouth that dropped open. "He held a gun to your head? What did you do?" Santana asked. "I ended up knocking something off the desk. The loud noise luckily woke him up. He thought I was a radical that snuck into the camp. Aaron was so mortified and that was when he finally went to therapy." Carrie said. "Did the nightmares go away? You know after therapy?" San asked. "They didn't go away but they got less and less violent. Now he usually only has them when things trigger him. Like on the date that Drew died, he always has one. I tend to stay up that night knowing I am going to have to wake him up" Carrie admitted. Santana ran her hand through her ponytail. Her mind was racing.

"Santana, I am not telling you this to scare you. For all we know Brett might never get to that point but it is something that you need to know" Carrie said softly. "That's the thing, I am not scared of him. I am scared for him. I don't want his PTSD to take him over and change him. I don't want to lose him." Santana admitted. "Then I suggest trying to get him to go to therapy. I'll even see if Aaron will talk to him. Maybe he will realize it doesn't mean weakness" Carrie said. "You've really helped me with all of this, thank you" San said, smiling. "Don't thank me. I see how much good you have done for Brett, it is the least I could do. Plus, us women who are in relationships with soldiers need to stick together" Carrie said, smirking.

Before Santana could correct her, that in fact her and Brett haven't defined their relationship, the door to the office opened. Brett walked in, the sweat glistened on his forehead. His muscles looked even more defined than usual. "You aren't embarrassing me are you?" Brett asked Carrie. "I wouldn't dare," Carrie said, sending a wink to Santana. "Enjoy your work out!" she said before leaving the couple alone.

"How was your training session?" Santana asked. "It was good but I was distracted the whole time" Brett admitted. "Why?" she asked, confused. "Because while I was working all I could think about was how gorgeous my next client was" He said, smirking. Santana grinned, "Oh really? What does she look like?" she asked, playing his game. "Well she is latina and has beautiful and soft caramel skin. Her smile lights up a room and don't even get me started on her eyes." Brett said. He reached out and grabbed her hand, pulling her quickly to her feet. Santana grabbed the end of the sweatshirt and pulled it off, leaving her in the sports bra.

"So what else do you like about her'' Santana asked, biting her lip. "Her body is absolutely perfect, she doesn't even need to work out" Brett said, staring down at her. "What's your favorite part of her body?" Santana whispered. "I feel if I answer that, I will get in trouble" Brett said, laughing. "You won't get in trouble!" Santana said. "Nope my answer is everything," Brett said, shaking his head. "Come on, every guy has a favorite part of a girl's body. I want to know yours!" Santana said, laughing.

"What the hell is so funny?" Puck asked, walking into the office. The couple turned to him confused. "I came in to work out and Aaron said you were back here" Puck explained. "Now what is so funny" he asked again. "I asked Brett what his favorite part of a girl's body is," Santana said. Puck's eyes widened, this conversation peaked his interest. "Yeah what is it?" Puck asked Brett. "What's yours?" Brett asked, turning it onto Puck. "Easy, I am an ass guy. Your turn" Puck said, nonchalantly. Santana laughed, she knew Puck would have no problem with that question.

"You guys are ridiculous, lets go work out Tana" Brett said, trying to get out of the question. "I told you now you have to spill" Puck said. Brett groaned, "Fine, I'm a boobs guy… happy" he said. "See now that wasn't hard" Puck said, patting Brett on the back before walking out of the office. "I knew it" Santna said. "How did you know?" he asked. "You always stare at my chest and when we are in bed, your mouth always finds my tits. But don't worry, I like it" Santana said, leaning up and kissing him. She pushed him back and walked out of the office, "are you coming?" Santana called out. "This girl is going to be the death of me" Brett mumbled as he followed her.

"So what's first Mr. Trainer?" Santana asked, smiling. Brett patted the bench signaling Santana to sit. "Hold this dumbbell behind your head and lift it up and down. This is going to work your biceps." He explained handing her a weight. "Shit this is heavy." Santana said. "You'll be fine, now give me 30" Brett said. Santana started doing the exercise. "You're making me do this so you can stare at my boobs" Santana said, smirking. She could see the way his eyes were watching her every move. "I won't lie, that did go into my decision" he said, laughing. Santana rolled her eyes and continued. Normally this would bother her but she liked when Brett looked at her.

"Good job" Brett said, taking the weight from her. "Now this is a cable, it is going to work your triceps. Give me another 30 then rest for 30 seconds and give me another 30" Brett explained. "I thought you said this was going to be fun" Santana groaned as she started the exercise. "I am having a lot of fun" Brett said, smiling. Santana scoffed, of course you are. "There you go Lopez '' Puck said, taking a seat on the machine next to them. "Go away," She said. "Am I intruding on your date?" Puck asked, smirking. Santana let go of the cable but Brett stopped her. "30 more" He said. "Make him stop'' She whined. "Keep going," Brett said. Santana rolled her eyes and continued with the exercise. "Puck you are going to hurt yourself, your form sucks'' Brett pointed out. "Hahahah'' Santana teased. Brett shot her a look. "I swear, you two are like children sometimes" Brett said, looking between the two. "I hate him," Santana said, even though they all knew that wasn't true. "I love pissing her off," Puck admitted.

Santana followed Brett to another machine. "This is a seated leg extension machine. It is going to work your calves, Again, give me another 30." Brett said, setting the weight for her. "I am already tired," Santana admitted as she did her reps. "You go running don't you, how are you already tired." Brett asked. "I run every once in a while, you happened to meet me on that day" Santana said, laughing. "How do you look the way you do without exercising?" Brett asked. "What can I say? I am a natural" she said, smirking. "Okay now you are going to push up, working your quads" Brett said, switching the setting on the machine.

The two continued working out. Brett helped Santana with her form and adjusted the weights accordingly. "We have a problem," Puck said, walking up to the couple. "Yes we do, a girl can lift more than you" Santana said, making Brett laugh. "As much as I would love to banter with you Lopez, Sebastian just walked in'' Puck said. The smile immediately left Santana's face. "Where is he?" Brett asked Puck. "Just went into the locker room" Puck said. Brett started to walk toward it but was stopped by Santana. "Hey, don't do this" she said, placing her hands on his chest. "I just want to talk to him, maybe apologize." Brett explained. Puck snickered behind the couple, "Yeah you just want to punch him again" Puck mumbled. "Please Brett" Santana pleaded. "Fine, I'll be nice," He said.

"If it isn't my favorite girl, looking smokin 'as always" Sebastian said walking up to the trio. "Go away Sebastian'' Santana said. "Is that any way to talk to your boyfriend?" Bash asked, He was blatantly checking Santana out and that pissed Brett off. Brett took a deep breath, anything to calm the anger down. "What don't you understand asshole, she broke up with your ass." Puck said. "She is just confused" Bash said to Puck before turning to San, "You'll come crawling back once you realize that soldier here can't provide for you financially or physically" Sebastian said. Brett stepped forward but Puck quickly grabbed him. "Do we have a problem here?" Aaron asked coming up to the group. "Yeah we do, this dick was harassing Santana" Puck said. Brett sure was glad that Puck was here at this moment because if he wasn't, he most likely would have hit him again. "I won't have you harassing my customers, Either leave them alone and work out or get out" Aaron said. Sebastian put his hands up, "fine, i'm going. See you around San'' he said winking before walking away.

"I always hated that guy," Puck said. "Thank you, for not reacting. I know it took alot" Santana said to Brett. "Anything for you," Brett said, leaning down and giving her a quick kiss. He needed to feel her lips and see the smile on her face after he pulled away. "I am tired and now that Sebastian is here, I think I am going to leave," Santana said. "That's a good idea," Brett added. "I am sorry about that Santana. You can come here whenever you want and if he gives you any trouble tell me" Aaron said before giving her a hug and walking off. "I think I'm going to leave, I just can't stand his face. I'll walk with you San" Puck said. Brett walked them to the door. "I have 2 more clients then i'll be home" Brett said, leaning down and giving her a kiss. "Don't do anything" She pleaded. "I won't," Brett promised.

Puck and Santana walked down the sidewalk. "Do you have any plans?" she asked. "No, why do you want to hang out with me?" he asked, laughing. "Not really but I need to talk to you about something important, regarding this dinner with the Fabrays" Santana explained. Puck could tell that something was bothering her. As much as they joke around, he could always tell when Santana was serious. "Lets go to my place, we are closer and Mike is at work" Puck suggested. Santana nodded and followed him.

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