Third Person POV
The pair decided to stop for coffee before making their way to Puck's apartment. Santana took a seat and Puck sat across from her. "San what is bothering you," he asked, leaning back against the couch. "I need to tell you something but you can't tell Quinn or Brett," Santana said. "Okay?" Puck said wearily. "There is more to the story than Russell and Brett not getting along," she said. "How do you know that?" Puck asked. "Brett told me a lot and he doesn't want Quinn to know because he is scared that it will hurt her relationship with her family" Santana explained.
"If Quinn isn't supposed to know then why do you want to tell me?" Puck said. "I need to have another person at this dinner that will step in if things go bad." Santana said. Puck looked at her extremely concerned, "Santana what the hell is going on?" he asked. "I can't tell you everything because that is Brett's story to tell but Russell was awful to him. Brett hasn't seen him in years because of how bad it was. This dinner is the first time they have been in a room together in like 10 years." Santana explained. Puck was shocked by Santana's statement. He has met Russell casually and yeah he got a weird vibe but never a dangerous one. "Quinn has no idea?" Puck asked. Santana shook her head. "Is Russell like this to Quinn too?" he asked, fearing the answer.
Santana quickly shook her head, "I don't think so, Brett never mentioned anything like that. I also don't think that Brett would let Russell near her if he was a danger to her" she explained. Puck let out the breath he was holding and nodded. Santana was right, Brett would never let anyone hurt Quinn. "How does Quinn not know? They grew up together" Puck asked, trying to wrap his brain around everything. "Brett said that she was really young and a lot of the things happened behind closed doors," Santana said. "This dinner doesn't sound like a good idea," Puck pointed out. "Trust me I know. After he told me everything it made me realize that I really didn't want to go. But Brett wants to go for Quinn and he said he needs me there. It's the only reason I am still going" she explained. Puck nodded, "So why are you telling me all this?" he asked, trying to understand her motive. "I have a weird feeling things are going to blow up. You saw how Brett reacts to Sebastian, I can't even imagine how he is going to react when forced in a room with Russell" she said.
Puck now completely understood, "We need to make sure Brett doesn't kill Russell," he said. Santana nodded, "Exactly and I can't do that alone. Plus if it does get physical, I am not strong enough to hold Brett back" Santana admitted. "And you think I am? Aaron and I barely got him off of Bash when he called you a whore" Puck said. "Still you're better than just me," She said.
"San, can I ask you something?" Puck asked in a serious tone. "Yeah?" San said. "I won't ask for specifics or anything but do we hate Russell?" He asked. Santana slowly nodded her head, "Yeah Puck, we hate him" she said.
Santana got home, showered, and got into her comfy clothes. She threw on a random movie and just laid on the couch. San decided to text Brett, "I'm sore thanks to you and not the good kind of sore" she sent him. Santana was just about to fall asleep when the front door opened. "What are you doing home so early?" Santana asked Quinn. "We were able to finally settle that case so we decided to reward ourselves with a half-day," Quinn explained. "Want a glass of wine?" She asked from the kitchen. "Q it's like 1 in the afternoon," Santana said, laughing. "No judging, so yes or no?" Quinn asked again. "What the hell, I went to the gym. I deserve a glass" she said.
Quinn poured some Pinot for the both of them and took a seat on the love seat. "You went to the gym?" Quinn asked, kinda shocked. "I know but Brett talked me into it" she explained. "Oh so it wasn't the leisurely workout we normally do," Quinn said. "Nope, he kicked my ass. I am actually sore" San admitted.
"Did you ask Brett where he was thinking for dinner? I should really try to make reservations today" Quinn asked, sipping her wine. "Yeah he doesn't really care," Santana said. Quinn groaned, "He is dreading this isn't he." Santana looked at her best friend, "between me and you, yes he is" Santana admitted. "That is why I wanted his input then at least he would love the food, you know," Quinn said. "I get what you are trying to do but do you really blame him? He hasn't seen his own mother and step-father in years. No one would be excited for that" San said, sipping her wine. "They just need to be pushed together, then everyone can be happy again," Quinn said in a hopeful tone. Santana scoffed but not loud enough for Quinn to hear. "Not sure if that is going to happen," Santana said.
"It's worth a try, but I was thinking that steak house, Gallagher's on 52nd street. The owners are family friends, maybe I can get a private room" Quinn suggested. "I've heard great things about that place and I think a private room would be a good idea," San said. Quinn sent a text to her family friend to get them a reservation. Once he responded she smiled, "Done! We are all set for Thursday" Quinn said, excited. "Great" Santana mumbled, finishing the rest of her wine.
Santana put on some trashy reality show that she and Quinn always watch. Combining her fatigue, soreness, and the wine, Santana finally dozed off on the couch.
Brett ended up staying later than he meant to. After he finished up with his two other clients a few of Aaron's friends came in wanting to test out a few of the machines. Brett showed them all around and even challenged a couple of them to a few boxing matches. Aaron was happy because the veterans ended up buying memberships and 2 of them even asked Brett to train them. The group decided to hang out at the gym just chatting. The time literally flew by and it was already dark out when he left the gym.
Brett slowly opened the door, he was going to yell out that he was home but the apartment was silent. The only light was from the glow of the television but it was muted. Brett walked into the kitchen and saw a note stuck to the fridge. Went to dinner with Rachel -Q.
Brett walked into the living room before he even saw her; Brett heard her soft snores and immediately smiled. Santana was laying in a tank top and shorts on her stomach, fast asleep. Brett decided he wanted to surprise her. He went into the bathroom and turned the bathtub on, making sure it was nice and hot. Brett lit a bunch of candles that he found under the sink. It was perfect, there were just enough candles with the lights from the city and moon to make the bathroom glow. Brett tossed in a few drops of essential oil that he always had. He was always sore after a good work out and a nice essential oil bath always helped but Brett would never admit that to anyone. Once the bath was high enough, he switched off the facet. Now all he needed was the girl.
Brett went back out to the living room where Santana was in the exact same position. He squatted down so he was eye level to her face. Brett rubbed her back, "Tana, baby wake up," he said. Santana groaned, "five more minutes'' she mumbled. "But then the bath will be cold," Brett said laughing. He loved her raspy just woke up voice. "Bath?" San asked, still not opening her eyes. "You said you were sore, now come on'' Brett said, rubbing his thumb over her cheekbone. Santana slowly opened her eyes and was met with those crystal blue eyes she loves. Santana sat up and stretched while Brett stood up straight. He put his hand out, San grabbed it and he pulled her to her feet.
Brett held her hand, guiding her down the hall and to the bathroom. Santana's mouth dropped when she walked into the room. The candles flickered all over the room. She could see the bright lights of the city she loves out the large window over the tub. Even the moon was shining bright. Lavender essential oils flooded her senses. Santana had never seen anything more romantic and this was a guy that wasn't even her boyfriend.
While Santana was captivated at the sight, Brett closed the bathroom door. He walked up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. Brett pressed his face into the crook of her neck, giving her a gentle kiss on the neck. "So will you join me?" He whispered. Santana turned around and nodded slowly. Brett pulled his shirt off and dropped his pants quickly making San giggle. "Need a hand?" Brett asked, hopeful. "Please," Santana said, lifting her arms up. Brett grabbed the hem of her tank top and lifted it up and over her head, freeing her breasts. He couldn't help but let his gaze linger on her chest. Santana smirked.
Brett ran his fingers under the waistband on his boxers, pulling on it and letting it drop. Santana followed right behind him, dropping both her shorts and panties. "Come on gorgeous" Brett whispered, taking her hand once again. Brett stepped in first and then helped Santana in. He sat in the deep tub while she sat between his legs in front of him. Brett wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her gently against his chest. She melted back into his embrace.
Brett moved her hair to the other shoulder. He leaned down and kissed Santana's shoulder, "How does it feel?" he asked as he peppered kisses over her shoulder and neck. "It feels amazing," Santana said. She turned her neck, pulling his lips to hers. Santana gently kissed him, letting her lips speak for themself before pulling back slowly. "Thank you" she whispered against his lips. Brett gave her a quick peck, "anything for you" he said. Santana smiled and turned back forward. She dropped her head back onto his shoulder, letting the relaxation take over her.
Brett whispered in Santana's ear, "lean forward a bit" he said. She followed his command sliding forward. Santana missed the feeling of his chest against her back immediately. Brett pulled his hands from around her waist and brought them to Santana's shoulders. Brett began kneading them, pushing the knots he felt out with his thumbs. She arched her back into his touch. Brett loved the feeling of her soft skin, he could touch her all day. He moved down her back, paying extra attention to places that felt tough. "You are full of knots," Brett said. "It's the case," Santana mumbled. Brett moved back up to her neck and began to work it with his thumbs.
She dropped her head forward so Brett had more access. Santana moaned as he worked on a large knot. Brett smiled, he loved hearing Santana and making her feel good. He continued to work on her till the knot was completely gone. Brett wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled Santana back against him again. Brett squeezed her sides and moved his hands down to the tops of her thighs. "God I love your hands," Santana said, leaning her head back against his shoulder. "And they love you," Brett said, kissing her neck. He massaged each of her thighs, going down her to her knees. Brett made sure to use ample amounts of pressure to work her sore muscles.
Brett moved his hands up to her abdomen. He rubbed her abs, making her soreness lessen. "How does that feel baby, less sore?" Brett asked. Santana turned her neck so she could see him, "so much better, thank you." Brett smiled, "It's the least I could do after working you so hard today at the gym," he said. "You forgot a spot," Santana said. Brett cocked his eyebrow as she grabbed his hands from her waist and placed them on her breasts. Brett grinned big, as he began to knead her breasts and rub her nipples between his thumb and pointer finger. "You're welcome," she said, smiling at the big grin on his face. "I love them" he mumbled as he began to kiss her neck again. "And they love you," Santana said, copying his previous remark. Brett laughed into her neck.
He left his hands on her chest but pulled his face from her neck. "So did Quinn pick a restaurant?" Brett asked. Santana nodded, "She got a private room at Gallagher's." "I guess that's a good idea in case things go south," Brett said with a chuckle. "I know I've asked this before, but are you sure you want to go. It's not too late to back out" Santana said. "I am doing this for Quinn. I survived years with that monster, what is one more dinner" Brett explained. "If you weren't going then I wouldn't but you'll be there which means that it is going to be okay. Thank you" he added. "Anything for you," San said. Santana turned her head again and kissed him. She reached her hand up to caress his cheek as he deepened the kiss. Neither can get enough of each other. Santana pulled back abruptly and yawned, making Brett laugh. Santana quickly covered her mouth, "OMG I am so sorry" she said. "You're tired, it's okay so am I" Brett said.
"Since this water is getting cold, let's get out and go lay down," Brett said as he placed a kiss on her forehead. Brett helped Santana out of the tub, they both grabbed towels and covered themselves. "Go get dressed, I'm going to clean up here," Brett said. He started blowing out all the candles and draining the bathtub. Brett moved the candles to the counter to cool. He also cleaned up all the water that managed to splash out of the tub, Brett didn't want anyone to slip. Once he was done, he went to Quinn's room to grab some clothes. He threw on some boxers and sweatpants before walking to Santana's room.
Santana was standing in panties and Brett's large t-shirt, staring into her closet. "What are you doing?" he asked, pulling the blankets back and climbing into her bed. "If I pick out my outfit now, then I can sleep in," Santana said, pulling out a white top with black polka dots and black dress pants with a bow. She hung them on the hook behind her door so they wouldn't wrinkle. Santana turned off the light then flicked on the lamp before climbing into the bed. "You didn't need to turn on the lamp," Brett said. "You need it to sleep though," Santana said, confused. "I am sleeping in here?" he asked, smiling. "Yes," San said, cuddling up to Brett and placing her head on his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. "What about Quinn?" Brett asked. "I will deal with her if she has a problem with it" San mumbled, already falling asleep. "Goodnight beautiful, sweet dreams" Brett whispered, kissing her head.
Thursday Morning
Brett woke up abruptly. It was still dark out, he grabbed his phone and saw that it was 3:07 am. It was finally Thursday. The day that Brett was dreading for weeks. He sat up on his living room bed and turned on the television. Nick at night was playing old reruns of Fresh Prince of Bel-Air so he decided to just keep it on. The nightmare he had wasn't a normal one. Instead of the war or his capture, it revolved around Russell. The things he did to him when he was a child. This nightmare also brought him back to his high school years. Living with a father who did not want him who was also an alcoholic and drug addict did not do Brett any better. He went from abuse to neglect, at least when he was with his mother he knew when he would get his next meal. Brian Pierce never laid a hand on him but he also wasn't good to him either.
Brett sat there thinking for what felt like hours but the sun still wasn't coming up. He took a look at his phone, 3:25 am. How had it only been 18 minutes? Brett stood up and came to the conclusion that sitting in bed was useless. He was lucky that he left his gym bag in the living room with a clean change of clothes in it. The last thing he needed was to try and sneak into Quinn's closet while she was asleep to get clothes. Brett pulled on a long sleeve and sweatpants since it was pretty chilly out, especially so early. He looked around for his sneakers but couldn't find them. Where the hell did he leave them? That's when it dawned on him. Yesterday he jumped into Santana's bed after his workout. Brett was all sweaty and thought it would be funny. Santana yelled at him to at least take off his shoes, so he did. Brett realized his sneakers were still in Santana's room.
Brett walked slowly down the hall, trying to make the least amount of noise on the hardwood floors. Once he came to her door, Brett realized it was closed. He grabbed the door handle and slowly opened it. The door squeaked but he continued to slowly open it. Brett hoped that San was in a deep sleep. When he peered inside, he could see her soundly wrapped in her comforter. From what he could tell, she was asleep. Brett tiptoed into the room, trying to see where he dropped his shoes. He looked around her bed and saw the shoes placed neatly near the window. Santana must have moved them. Brett made a beeline to the spot, but he didn't see the obstacle in his way. Brett kicked her briefcase hard which then hit her trash barrel, knocking it over. "Fuck" he said, grabbing his foot. What the hell was in there, bricks?
Santana shot up out of bed. She saw Brett at the end of her bed holding his foot, hopping up and down. "Brett, what the hell?" Santana asked. "What do you keep in your briefcase?" he asked, finally putting his foot down. "My laptop, what are you doing?" she asked. Brett leaned down and grabbed his shoes, "Just grabbing these, I was trying to be quiet but obviously, that didn't work. Sorry to wake you." Brett said. He walked toward the door, hoping that she was just going to let him go. Brett should have known better than Santana was not going to just sit back. "Hey get back here," San said. Brett stopped when he reached the door and slowly turned around. "You're trying to go on a run aren't you?" she asked. "Yeah but I am okay, don't worry Tana," Brett said, trying to comfort her.
Santana got out of her bed and walked over to him. She grabbed the sneakers in his hands. "Tana" he began to say as she took the shoes from him. "You know I am not going to let you go running in the middle of the night," Santana said as she placed his shoes back where they were. "Why do you think I tried to sneak in?" Brett said with a chuckle. Santana side-eyed him as she picked up her trash. "Listen I know you worry about me but I've defended myself in war I think I can defend myself on the streets of New York," he said, trying to convince her. "I know you can defend yourself but this is not healthy. You need sleep, now what was this nightmare about?" she asked, standing back up and putting her hands on her hips.
"It wasn't bad, not about war or anything. Just your run-of-the-mill nightmare" Brett admitted. "If it wasn't about war then what was it about?" Santana asked. "Tana are we really going to do this now?" he asked, kinda annoyed. Brett had enough on his mind especially today, the last thing he needed was to get into an argument with Santana. "Yeah we are going to do this now because I am not going to let you just run from your problems, no pun intended" she explained. Brett groaned and ran his hand through his hair. "I don't have time for this," he said walking around her. Before Brett could pick up his shoes, Santana squeezed herself between him and the running sneakers. "Santana, just let me go!" he said in an angry tone. Normally this would scare Santana. This was a tone that she had only ever heard when Brett talked to or about Sebastian and Russell but it was Thursday. Santana had a feeling Brett was going to lash out or retreat back into his shell, knowing what was happening tonight.
Santana reached out and grabbed Brett's hands, planting them on her waist. She then reached up and caressed her cheeks with her hands. Santana could feel him clutching her waist. Of all the times that Brett has been uncomfortable or angry, Santana has realized that Brett reacts to touch. It is like he needs to feel that someone is there for him. "I am here Brett, and I am not letting you go" she whispered. Santana let her thumbs slowly rub under his eyes, over his cheekbones. Brett continued to hold on to Santana as his life depended on it.
His breathing was heavy, Santana slowed down her own breathing. "Just follow my breath, in and out slowly," she said. As Brett did that, she could feel his grip on her waist lesson. "I am right here baby" Santana whispered. She watched the anger slowly leave his eyes. The dark blue eyes staring back at her started to lighten, returning to the crystal blues she loves. Her Brett was back.
"Do you want to lay with me?" Santana asked. Brett bit his lip and nodded, "Please" he managed to get out. Santana wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a tight hug. "Come on, let's get a few more hours of rest," she said into his ear before pulling away. Santana turned on the lamp while Brett pulled off his long sleeve. They both climbed into bed. Brett laid on his side, facing Santana. She laid on her side also facing him. Santana wiggled her way closer to him, she managed to squeeze her leg between his. Brett wrapped his arm around her waist and just held her close to his chest. All his life he has been told that he didn't deserve anything. Brett fell back asleep, thinking about how lucky he was to have Santana, but did he deserve her he thought?
When Brett woke up, the light was flooding the room. It was definitely daytime and based on how bright it was, Brett guessed that it was the afternoon. Santana was missing from his arms, her side of the bed was cold. Brett looked over at her nightstand, the time read 2:47 pm. How did he sleep for so long? When did Santana leave? Brett had so many questions. One thing he did know was that whenever he slept with Santana even if he had a nightmare it is still one of the best night sleeps he has.
Brett rolled to the side of the bed and stretched as he placed his feet on the ground. He walked over to the desk to turn off the lamp, sitting right there was a note. Placed in a spot that Santana knew Brett would go to. I didn't want to leave but I needed to go to work. Please call me when you wake up. 3 Tana. Brett smiled.
He made his way back out to the living room where he left his cell phone. Brett grabbed it and saw a few text messages from Santana, Quinn, and Puck.
From Quinnie: Reservations at 6:30 be ready by 6!
From Puck: Got today off, want to have beers before dinner?
From Tana: I hope you got my note, please text me when you get up
From Quinnie: Please text me back letting me know you got my first text
From Tana: Tonight is going to be okay, I'll be with you the whole time
From Tana: I am not going anywhere
From Puck: Dude, answer Q she's annoying me
Brett quickly texted them back
To Quinnie: Sorry slept late but I got your text, I'll be ready by 6
To Puck: I answered Quinn, why don't you come over early. I just bought a 24 pack
To Tana: Hey sorry, I guess I was really tired, I just woke up. Miss you Tana
Within seconds of sending the text to Santana, Brett's phone started ringing. A picture of Santana sitting on Brett's lap at the karaoke bar came flashing on the screen, with Tana written across the top. It's Brett's favorite picture, Mercedes took it without either knowing. Santana is sitting on his lap crossing her legs, Brett is staring back at her while holding her thigh. Both are laughing and smiling at each other like they are the only two in the room. The day after the picture was taken, Brett woke up to a text from Mercedes saying "You better ask her to be your girlfriend" with the picture attached. Mercedes, right to the point; it made Brett laugh.
Brett slid the answer button over and held the phone to his ear.
B- Hey Tana
S- B, I was so worried that you were mad at me for last night and you were ignoring me.
B- Slow down, I am not mad. If anything I appreciate what you did for me. I think you were right
S- About what?
B- I needed sleep. I slept for almost 12 hours
S- (Laughs) Usually you are a pretty light sleeper but you didn't even flinch when my alarm clock went off this morning. It went off for a little bit too because It took me a second to untangle myself from you. I even checked to make sure you were breathing to make myself feel better.
B- ( a little laugh and then silence before he spoke) I am sorry for yelling at you last night.
S- It's okay, you were stressed and angry. I get it.
B- It is not okay, I shouldn't have taken it out on you.
S- I accept your apology
B- You're amazing
S- I know (Background noise and Santana talking to someone else) Hey B, I have to go if I want to get out of here in time for this dinner.
B- No please go, I need you for this dinner.
S- I'll see you soon, bye B
B- By Tana (hangs up)
Brett took an extra-long hot shower to calm his nerves. Then he got dressed in dark blue slacks, brown belt with a checkered button-down. He looked nice, clean, and put together; he doesn't look like the mess he feels like. The knock at the front door pulls him from his own mind. Brett looks at the time and sees that it is already 4:30 pm. The person knocks on the front door again. Brett pulls the door open. "About time" Puck said, walking in. Puck grabs 2 beers and they sit on the couch drinking.
"I needed a little liquid courage for this dinner," Puck admitted. "Trust me so did I" Brett agreed. Brett was happy that Puck came over early, it's nice to have a little distraction if Santana couldn't be here right now. The two turned on New York Rangers game while they just chatted about random things. "So when are you going to ask Santana to be your girlfriend?" Puck asked, smirking. Brett just laughed taking another sip of his beer. "You can't escape the question. Literally, the entire group has been asking me since the karaoke bar" Puck explained. "I want to but I don't want to scare her off. Santana's last relationship sucks" Brett said. "You're not Sebastian and everyone including Santana knows that. Trust me when I say that if Santana didn't want this she would have already run for the hills" he said, laughing.
"Listen I am going to do it but I want to make it special" Brett admitted. "You better do it soon, I am sick of fending everyone off," Puck said. Brett got up to get them both another beer. Puck looked down when he felt his phone vibrate.
From Satan: How is he doing?
To Satan: He is fine just like I told you 20 minutes ago
From Satan: I am worried about him
To Satan: I know you are which is why I came over early just like you asked me too
From Satan: You better not be getting him drunk, the last thing we need is a drunk brawl
To Satan: I got everything covered here Satan, see you when you get here.
And with that Puck flipped over his phone. "Who are you talking to?" Brett asked. "Just Quinn, work is bothering her as always" Puck lied. Brett believed him and turned back to the television. "I am warning you if Mercedes sees you and you haven't asked San out she might hit you," Puck said, going back to their previous conversation. "Oh I know, she texted me asking when I was going to do it" Brett said, laughing. "Her and Kurt could not stop talking about you guys once you left the bar" Puck explained. "Why?" he asked. "Come on, everyone noticed how you and San stared at each other. We all agreed that Santana has never been this happy." Puck said. "Sebastian is an ass no wonder she's never been happy," Brett said, scoffing. "That is very true but even in high school, it was like Santana would be so mean to others because she was so unhappy" Puck admitted. "Which is where the name Satan came from," Brett said. "Exactly but it's also because when Santana is mad; boy is she scary" Puck said laughing. "I hope I never see that," Brett admitted. "I would like for you to stick around so I hope you don't see it either" Puck laughed.
As they were finishing their second beer, the front door opened. Santana came through dressed formally with her briefcase and purse in hand. "Well don't you two look nice," Santana said looking at the guys. "I always look good," Puck said, smirking. Santana rolled her eyes. "I just need to change and then we can go," Santana said walking toward her room. "What about Q?" Brett asked. "She got caught up at the hospital and is meeting us there," She said before disappearing behind her door.
"Hey I'll be right back," Brett said getting up. "You two better make it quick if we are going to meet Quinn on time and don't be too loud, I don't need to know what San sounds like in bed," Puck said, his face looking grossed out. "I am not going to have sex with her" Brett said laughing. "Yeah okay," Puck scoffed. Brett just rolled his eyes and walked to Santana's room. He knocked, "Hey it's me," Brett said. "Come in" she called out.
Brett walked in and shut the door. Santana was looking in the mirror, fixing her makeup. "Puck thinks I came back here for a quickie," Brett said, laughing. Santana rolled her eyes, "Of course he did, that guy can never get his mind out of the gutter" she said. Brett watched as Santana moved around her room, getting ready. She was dressed in a black long sleeve bodysuit with black jeans and knee-high leather boots. Santana's hair was down in soft curls with a more natural makeup look.
(If you google "Naya Rivera rectangular sunglasses" the outfit is the first picture in images)
"I wanted to talk to you before this whole thing," Brett said before looking down. Santana stopped and looked over at him. Brett was sitting on her bed while looking down and playing with his fingers. She placed her purse down on her dresser and walked over to him. Santana walked between his legs and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. This forced Brett to look up at her. "What's on your mind?" Santana asked. "I am not sure what Russell is going to say but I want to be completely honest with you. So if anything comes up that gives you doubt please just ask me, okay" Brett pleaded. Santana tucked his hair behind his ear, "Of course, everything is going to be okay." She said before pressing her lips to his. Brett ran his hands down the back of her thighs as he kissed her back. Santana pulled back slowly and placed her forehead to his, "I'll be there the entire time" she whispered. Brett nodded.
Santana went back and continued to pack her bag. "There is one more thing," Brett said, getting up. Brett walked up to San and wrapped his arms around her waist, sliding his hands into her back pockets. "What?" Santana asked. "I don't want Russell or my mom to know about us" he admitted. She looked confused, "Um okay, may I ask why?" Santana asked. "Russell hates me, he always has and always will. I don't want him to try and get between us. If he knew I was happy then I think he would try and ruin it. And I really like you Tana'' Brett admitted. Santana smiled, "I won't say anything but nothing Russell could say will change how I feel because I really like you too," Tana said. Brett smiled big, he leaned and kissed her again. Brett squeezed her ass making Santana yelp and laugh. She smacked his chest, "Come on, we are going to be late" San said. She grabbed her grey long peacoat to complete her outfit. "How do I look?" Santana asked, spinning. Brett took in her entire outfit, she looked amazing. "You look beautiful, what do I have to do to get you to take it off?" Brett asked, smirking. Santana cocked her eyebrow at him. "What? Puck made me want a quickie" Brett explained. "We are not having sex," Santana said, laughing. "Is it because Puck is here? We can be quiet" Brett said, reaching out for her. "I don't give a shit if Puck is here, I will have sex when I want. We aren't having sex now because I like to take my time with you" Santana said, winking.
The trio made their way to the restaurant. "Reservation for Quinn Fabray," Santana said to the hostess. "You guys are the first ones here, I'll bring you in," the hostess said. They followed her to the private room where there was a round table for 6. Brett sat with Santana on one side and Puck on the other. "I am going to run to the bathroom, I'll be right back," Santana said, giving Brett a peck on the cheek before leaving. After doing her business she started walking back to the room. "Santana Lopez!" someone said behind her. Santana turned around and was met with Judy Fabray with Russell Fabray standing right behind her. Seeing him made Santana fume with anger but she did everything in her power not to show it.
"It has been so long, how are you?" Judy said, hugging her. "I am good, how are you?" Santana asked. "I am great! This is such a coincidence, does Quinn know you are here?" Judy asked. This confused Santana, "Of course she knows I am here" she said. "Russell and I are here meeting Quinnie's new boyfriend, what did she say his name was again?" Judy asked Russell. "Noah," Russell said. Before Santana could question anything, Quinn came through the front door. "Mom! Dad!" she said, hugging both her parents. "Look who we ran into!" Judy said, pointing out Santana. "Hey, San! I invited her mom. She is friends with Noah" Quinn explained. "That is wonderful, I want to hear all about your life Santana," Judy said smiling. Santana reciprocated the smile.
Quinn and Santana walked toward the room with Judy and Russell following. "Do they know that Brett is here?" Santana whispered so only Quinn could hear her. "No I didn't think my dad would come if I told them but mom really wanted to see him so she will be happy" she admitted. Santana's eyes widened and her mouth dropped, "What the hell Q? How could you not tell them?" she said. "It will be fine. My dad will get over it plus we are in public, he is not going to want to embarrass himself" Quinn said. As they got closer to the room, Santana couldn't help but feel incredibly anxious. This is not going to be good.
*Please comment! I love reading what you think! Also, people have commented that they wanted to hear more about Brett's past relationships, I will address it! I promise! The dinner from hell is next!
