*Here it is! Enjoy guys!*
"Where is Brett?" Puck asked, coming outside to join the girls. "He needed a minute," Quinn replied. "Who was that guy that he was talking to?" He said. "It was his father," San said. "Father? I thought his father was a drug addict" Puck pointed out. "So did we but I guess he got his life together" Quinn explained. "All Brett has ever wanted was to have a family. I can't even imagine what he is going through. Seeing his dad have a brand new family" She added.
The rest of the group came outside. "Santana, where is Brett? We need to get going for the party tonight" Rachel said. "You guys go, I am going to wait for him," San said. "That is not a part of the itinerary" Rachel pointed out. Santana quickly turned toward her ready to blow her top. Mercedes saw what was about to happen and quickly interjected. "Rachel everything will work out. You guys go ahead and I'll stay here with Santana since I brought my car okay" Cedes said. Rachel groaned but agreed, the rest of the group left; leaving Mercedes and Santana.
"What the hell is going on Santana and don't tell me it's nothing. I have never seen you look so lost and upset" Mercedes said. " I am just so worried about Brett. His nightmares have been really bad and he hasn't been sleeping but he didn't want to tell me. Last night he had a really bad one and pushed me away, I hit my head pretty hard" Santana explained. Mercedes eyes grew big, "He fucking hurt you," she said. Santana quickly shook her head, "he was still asleep when it happened. When Brett woke up he felt so bad. He didn't even want to sleep near me because he thought that he was dangerous" Santana said. Mercedes calmed down hearing that Brett was asleep when he hit Santana.
"Then today we show up and his father is here looking like a completely different man. Brett didn't even want to come to Lima because he was so scared to see his dad again. He only came here because I wanted to come and now he is hurting. I just feel like it is all my fault." Santana said, finally taking a breath. The tears started to fall and there was nothing that Santana could do to stop it.
Mercedes couldn't help but pull Santana close. "Shhhhh San it's okay" Cedes whispered. "It is not okay. All I want to do is help him but I don't know how to do it. I feel useless" Santana yelled. "You're not useless Tana," Brett said. Santana and Mercedes quickly turned around to face him. "I'll give you guys some privacy, I'll be in the car," Mercedes said. She gave San a quick kiss on her cheek before walking away. Mercedes even stopped to give Brett's hand a squeeze, then went to her car.
"Come here baby," Brett said, holding out his arms. Santana basically ran and catapulted herself into his arms. She pushed her face into his chest, trying everything in her power to try and stop crying. Brett kissed the top of her head. He gently pulled her face from his chest and cradled her face in his hands. Brett made her look up at him. He whipped the tears from her cheeks with his thumbs. "Please stop crying, I can't handle you crying Tana" He whispered. Santana managed to slow down her tears but they were still coming down her face.
"You are not useless. You are everything to me. I know you feel like you need to help me but I need you to understand that you do help me. You help me every day but by being who you are. I didn't mean to push you away a little while ago, I just needed time to wrap my head around what just happened." Brett explained. Santana sniffled. "Please stop crying, you are too beautiful to cry" Brett whispered, kissing her tears away. "I just want to help you, Brett," she said. "You are. You helped me face my demons. Never once did you leave me alone. Even when I walk away I can feel you there with me. That is what I need Santana. I need someone to help me process my wounds and that is exactly what you are doing" He said. These words were definitely making her feel better.
Brett smiled, "Now let me see your smile," he said, tickling her sides. This made her laugh and smile. "Do you want to talk about your dad?" she asked. "We can do that tomorrow, right now we have a glee party and I am really hoping my amazing and talented girlfriend is going to perform," Brett said, with a cheeky grin. "You want me to sing?" she asked. Brett leaned down and grabbed her thighs, lifting her up easily. Santana wrapped her legs around his waist. "Please sing tonight," he asked. Santana leaned forward and kissed his lips passionately. She pulled back slowly, "anything for you" she whispered against his lips.
When they went down to Rachel's basement, the place was completely decorated from head to toe. "When did she have time to do this?" Brett asked. Santana laughed, "I have no idea but she always gets it done" she replied. "I need a drink, you two are too lovey-dovey for me," Mercedes said, pushing past them and making a beeline to the bar and pulling Santana with her. "Brett, get over here" Puck yelled. Brett walked over to the group of guys, "This is Sam, he is another member of our club. Sam this is Brett" Puck said. "So you are the guy that is dating Santana," Sam said, putting his hand out. Brett shook it, "that I am," he said, laughing. "Sam and Santana dated in high school," Finn explained. "Ohh I didn't know that," Brett said awkwardly. "Don't worry dude, we dated for like a month. It was nothing" Sam said with a smile. "Pretty sure San only dated him to keep her popularity status" Puck explained. "I think so too" Sam laughed. Brett was happy to hear that. He did not need another Sebastian to deal with.
"And this is Artie," Puck said motioning to the guy in the wheelchair. "Don't worry, I didn't date Santana," he said, shaking Brett's hand. That made everyone laugh.
"Everyone take one!" Mike yelled, handing the guys shots. They all took 3 in just 20 minutes. The good thing about Brett being a big guy was that it took a lot more alcohol for him to actually feel the effects. "Everyone, we have a little performance," Quinn yelled. Everyone looked over at the stage that Rachel had built in her basement. Mercedes and Santana were standing up there. "Thank you Q! Now everyone, watch and learn how to slay a song" Mercedes said. "We are going to throw it back to a little song that we have mastered," San said. She looked right at Brett and winked.
River Deep, Mountain High by Ike and Tina Turner blasted over the speakers making everyone cheer. Mercedes started off the song. Her voice was really good and really strong. Santana followed. Her raspiness and matching boldness compliment Mercedes' voice perfectly. They both sounded like liquid gold together.
"When I was a little girl, I had a rag doll
Only doll I've ever owned" (Mercedes)
"Now I love you just the way I loved that rag doll
But only now, my love has grown" (Santana)
Brett could watch them perform every day and not get bored. It made him wonder why Santana never went into singing. She definitely was good enough.
"Do I love you, my oh my
River deep, mountain high, yeah, yeah, yeah!
If I lost you would I cry?
Oh, how I love you baby, baby, baby, baby" (Mercedes and Santana)
Brett watched as they shimmed and twirled around on stage. They knew those dance moves as if they came up with them yesterday. He looked around and saw that everyone was dancing to their voices. The tempo slowed down and Brett watched as Mercedes and Santana high-fived and started shaking their ass. Everyone laughed and cheered.
"I love you baby like a flower loves the spring" (Mercedes)
"And I love you baby like the robin loves to sing" (Santana)
"And I love you baby like a schoolboy loves his bag" (Mercedes)
"And I love you baby, river deep, mountain high" (Mercedes and Santana)
The tempo picked up again and Mercedes and Santana started to dazzle the crowd with their impressive vocals.
"Oh baby" (Mercedes)
"Oh baby!" (Santana)
"Oh woah baby!" (Mercedes)
"Ooh Ooh Ooh" (Santana)
"Ooh Ooh Ooh" (Mercedes)
Brett was extremely impressed with their vocal ranges. Before this, the only time he had seen Santana really sing was the slow song the night at the karaoke bar. That was an amazing performance but this right here was extraordinary. Brett could tell that Santana was having so much fun reminiscing with her friends. The soul and passion that they had when they sang was fully seen during this performance.
"(Do) I love you my oh my, yeah?
River deep, mountain high, yeah, yeah, yeah
If I lost you would I cry?
Oh, how I love you baby, baby, baby, baby" (Mercedes and Santana)
The two girls ended their performance with their hands on their hips in the middle of the stage. "I can't believe you guys still remember that dance" Tina exclaimed. "How could I forget it, it was the best duet any of you guys have seen," Santana said, making them all laugh. Santana skipped over to Brett and plopped herself onto his lap.
Brett rubbed her thigh, "your voice amazes me every time." he said. "You amaze me" San whispered back. Before Brett could say anything, Santana smashed her lips on his. Brett was caught off guard but welcomed her embrace. Brett could taste the tequila on her lips. He couldn't tell if the tingle of their lips was the alcohol or just Santana herself. She slowly pulled away and started kissing his neck. "Santana" Brett whispered. Santana hummed but kept on attacking his neck. "We are in a basement full of our friends," Brett said. Santana pulled away and stared into her boyfriend's eyes, "I don't care" she whispered before kissing him again. Brett pulled her closer so she was flush against him.
"Santana, we need to go," Mercedes said, tapping her shoulder. Santana pulled away abruptly, "I am going to stay here," She said, scratching the back of Brett's neck. "No, you are not. It is a tradition that we go to the bar. Brett will be here when we get back and then you can jump his bones" Mercedes explained. "Where are you going?" Brett asked, confused. "Every year the girls go to this bar while the guys go and play pool. Santana seemed to forget" Mercedes said. "I didn't forget, there is just somewhere else I would rather be" She mumbled. "Go with your friends, I'll be here when you get back," Brett said. Santana groaned while Mercedes pulled her from his lap. Santana held on to his chin "your dick better be hard when I get back" She mumbled, Santana was definitely drunk. Brett couldn't help but chuckle, "it is always hard for you," he said. Santana smirked and kissed him one last time before leaving. Brett just shook his head, that girl is going to be the death of him.
The guys stood around the pool table in Rachel's house. "So why do the guys and the girls split up?" Brett asked, sinking one of the balls into the corner pocket. "We are with each other all the time," Mike said. "So it's nice to split up for a little while," Finn added. "They are too nice. The real reason is that we get sick of the girls" Puck said laughing. Puck missed the shot so it was now Brett's turn again.
"So how is living with Tina?" Puck asked Mike. "It has its benefits and downfalls," Mike said laughing. "Like what?" Sam asked. "Well we have a lot more sex which is great but her shit is everywhere. I have to clean all the hair from the shower drain every day. Like I am shocked that she isn't bald." Mike explained. Everyone laughed. "When are you and Quinn going to move in together?" Finn asked Puck. "Not for a while, '' Puck said. "He needs Brett to move in with Santana in order to split those two up, '' Artie said. "Do you want to move in with Santana?" Finn asked Brett.
"Of course I want to but I just moved out," Brett said, sending another ball into the middle pocket. "He needs a break from Santana already," Puck said. Everyone laughed. "I really just don't want to leave her alone when I leave, I think it would be better if she had Quinn to come home to," Brett explained, sending the last ball into the pocket. The room got quiet. "What do you mean, leave?" Mike asked. "I am going to be deployed, it is just a matter of time," Brett said.
"Does Santana and Quinn know this?" Puck asked. "I've talked about it with Santana. She definitely knows but I don't think she realizes just how soon it could be. As for Quinn she definitely knows. I didn't even have to tell her" He said. "I thought you got injured, doesn't that mean you stay out until you are fully healed?" Finn asked. "Normally yes but I am in the special forces. There are only so many of us. Our missions are top secret and they need me back as soon as possible. Which means I go back once the doctor says that I am good." Brett said, sinking the 8 ball in the hole ultimately beating Puck.
"How long will you be gone?" Sam asked. "I don't know. I never know when I leave." Brett said. He could sense that everyone in the room felt bad for him and for Santana. "Who wants the next game?" Brett asked, trying to get the fun night back on track.
Mike and Sam were next up. "So how are you and Santana?" Artie asked. "And don't sugar coat it, we all know that Satan can be scary" Puck added, making the group laugh. "We are good! And I am not just saying that." Brett said. "Could you see yourself moving forward with her?" Mike asked as he took a shot. "What do you mean?" Brett asked. "Marriage and kids," Finn added. Brett didn't really know what to say, "I Ummm" he tried to say but stopped. "Wait, you don't want to be with Santana that way?" Puck asked. "No of course I do! I just never pictured myself as a family man you know" Brett explained. Puck nodded and understood what he meant since he was really the only person who knew his past.
"Well Tina is convinced that you two are going to have the cutest babies," Mike said. Brett couldn't help but picture it, their kids would be pretty cute. "We have a long time before any of that," Brett quickly said. As the two guys continued their game of pool, Brett was lost in his own thoughts. Something that Santana said last night was still on his mind. He wasn't sure if he was dreaming it or if she had really said it. When they were on the couch, Brett swore he heard Santana say 'I love you'. But then again he was quickly falling asleep since he was so sleep-deprived. Did Santana love him? Did Brett love Santana? He had no idea how to process all of this. Especially with the talk of marriage that just happened.
He didn't grow up with a great example of love. How was he supposed to know if he was in it? Brett thought back. Did he ever say I love you to Katie? The girl he was ready to propose to, just a few years ago. Brett grabbed his beer and took another sip. He was thinking way too in-depth. There is no way Santana said she loved him, it's too soon…. Right?
It was 1 am when the guys decided to call it a night. Brett made sure he wasn't too drunk, he didn't want to chance getting whiskeydick. He pulled on his sweatpants but left his shirt off. One less thing to pull off when Santana got home. Brett was sitting in bed waiting. He suddenly got a text from Mercedes, "Come outside NOW" it read. Brett didn't even bother pulling on a shirt, he just raced outside.
Mercedes was standing by the car while Tina was hysterically laughing. "What is going on?" Brett asked. "San is shitfaced" Tina slurred before walking past him. "Really shitfaced, good luck bro" Quinn said following Tina. "Soldier, get over here and get your girl" Kurt yelled. As Brett walked closer, he could hear Santana's sniffles. He rolled his eyes, this is what happens when Santana gets very drunk. "San, stop crying. Brett is right here" Mercedes said. "I can't see him, he's gone. He left me" Santana said, still crying. "You can't see him cause your eyes are closed dumbass" Kurt said laughing.
Santana pouted and opened her eyes slowly. "Hey Tana," Brett said. Santana smiled big, "baby!" She yelled, reaching her arms out. "She won't walk. We had to carry her out of the bar" Rachel said. "We? You mean me" Mercedes corrected her. Rachel just shrugged her shoulders and went inside the house.
Brett leaned forward and scooped up his girlfriend. He couldn't help but notice how cute she looked with the mascara all over her face. "You're so hot," Santana said, running her finger over his chest. "Yeah, he is," Kurt yelled as he followed them into the house. Brett could hear Mercedes laugh. "Kurt he is my boyfriend, get your own!" Santana yelled. Brett couldn't help but laugh.
He carried her down to the basement and into their room. Kurt and Mercedes stumbled their way to their own room. Brett placed her on the bed. "Santana, where are your pajamas?" Brett asked, looking around. "We don't need them" Santana slurred, trying to take her top off but it got stuck on her head. Brett tried so hard not to laugh at her but it wasn't working. "Why are you laughing! I am trying to be sexy" Santana said. Brett could hear in her voice that she was going to start crying again. He quickly went over and pulled her shirt off, "you are sexy" Brett said.
"Then why aren't you taking off your pants?" she asked, pouting. "We are not having sex," Brett said, putting his t-shirt over her head. He pulled it down so her breasts were covered. "Why not!?" Santana whined. "You are shitfaced and need to sleep," Brett said. He bent down and pulled off her jeans. Brett placed her legs in the shorts and pulled them up so they were snug around her waist.
"Brett I…" Santana began to say but quickly stopped. She raised her hand to her mouth and ran to the bathroom. Brett followed close behind. Santana barely made it to the bathroom before she emptied her stomach content into the toilet bowl. She dropped to her knees and continued to vomit. Brett squatted behind her and pulled the hair back and out of her face. The urge to vomit finally stopped, Santana fell back landing on her butt between Brett's legs. He reached out and flushed the toilet.
Brett then sat on the bathroom floor, letting Santana lean against him. "Ughhh" Santana groaned. Just as she thought her stomach had stopped, the urge happened again. Santana sprung forward and vomited. Brett grabbed a hair elastic and tied up her hair. It wasn't pretty but it got the job done. He rubbed her back as she continued to empty her stomach. "This isn't sexy at all," Santana mumbled. Brett chuckled, "it's okay San." he said as he continued to rub her back. "We were supposed to have sex when I got back and I ruined it," she said. "We can have sex another time. You didn't ruin anything, you were having fun with your friends." Brett said, reassuring her.
Santana flushed the toilet and looked back at him over her shoulder. "Do you feel better?" he asked. Santana smiled a little, "yeah, thank you" she said. Brett pulled her back so she was leaning against his chest. "Here," he said, handing her the bottle of water he brought with him. Santana took a few small sips, hoping not to trigger her stomach into another vomiting episode. She leaned back, letting her head land on Brett's shoulder. Santana turned her head so her face was pressed into his neck. "Do you want me to carry you to bed?" Brett asked. He had his arms wrapped around her waist. One of his hands was slowly rubbing her stomach while his other hand just held hers. "Can we just sit here for a few minutes?" Santana asked. "Absolutely," Brett answered, holding her close.
They sat there for 20 minutes. Santana only threw up one more time in that time frame. The next time she lunged for the bowl, it was just the action. Her stomach was completely empty but was still trying to get the liquid up. "I don't think there is anything left," Santana mumbled, finally rising to her feet. She brushed her teeth while Brett rubbed her back. Once she was done, Santana looked up at Brett with tired eyes. "Can you please carry me?" she asked, giving him her best puppy dog face. There was no way Brett could say no to a face like that. He bent over and scooped her up in a bridal style.
Brett brought her back to the bedroom and placed her on the bed. He tucked her under the blanket, "Goodnight Tana" he said, kissing her on the forehead. As he was going to walk out the door, Santana stopped him. "Where are you going?" she asked. "To sleep on the couch. I need the light, remember" he said. "Go in my purse," Santana mumbled. Brett opened her purse and inside was a small night light. Brett couldn't help but smile. He wondered when she even had the time to get this. "Plug it in and get in bed with me," Santana said. Brett plugged it in and turned off the main light.
He crawled into bed behind Santana and held her close, spooning her from behind. Her cute snores allowed Brett to slowly fall asleep.
When Brett woke up, he was glad that he didn't have another nightmare. The last thing Santana needed was to be abruptly woken up while hungover. As she still slept soundly next to him, Brett held his father's phone number in his hand. He just needed to get this over with, Brett thought to himself as he typed out the number. He quickly sent a text, asking to meet for coffee in 45 minutes. Brian replied in seconds with a definite yes.
Brett slowly got up, trying not to wake up his girlfriend. He got dressed in some jeans and a flannel shirt. "Come back to bed" Santana mumbled. He couldn't help but smile, "I can't baby," Brett said, taking a seat on the bed. He pushed her hair out of her face. "Where are you going?" Santana asked, finally opening her eyes. Brett could tell that she was definitely suffering from a hangover. "I am going to meet my father," Brett explained.
Santana's eyes got big. "Do you need me to come with you?" she asked quickly, sitting up. The fast action made her dizzy and Santana quickly grabbed her head. "No, I need to do this alone. I want you to stay here and nurse your hangover" Brett said, rubbing her hand. "I'll be fine if you need me," she said. "I am going to need you after. So please stay here and I'll be back soon" Brett explained. Santana nodded, "everything will be okay" she whispered. "I know," Brett said. He quickly kissed her lips and made his way out the door, before anyone else in the house woke up.
By the time Brett got there, his father was already sitting at the table drinking a coffee. Brett took a seat across from him, Brian smiled but Brett didn't. "Do you want to get a coffee?" Brian asked. "No, I am okay," Brett said. "Thank you for coming, it means a lot to me," Brian said. "I didn't come for you. I came for myself. I have questions and you owe me some answers" Brett said. Brian nodded slowly. "So you are clean?" Brett asked. Brian smiled. "I am. 8 years actually" he said proudly. "That is amazing," Brett said, tears almost coming to his eyes. "It is all because of you," Brian said. Brett stayed silent.
"What I said at the theater was true. I woke up from a drug-induced haze and found your letter. It broke me. The day Russell made me come get you, I thought it was going to be the worst day of my life but in fact, it was the best day. I had a son. I should have gotten clean at that very moment and I am sorry that I didn't." Brian said. Brett could see the sincerity in his eyes. "You were not a bad father" Brett whispered. "I was. I chose heroin over my child. I dug through the trash to feed you so I could use my paycheck on drugs. That is the definition of a bad father" Brian said.
"You may have done that but you always supported me. Came to every one of my baseball games and waited till after to get high" Brett said with a little chuckle. "At least you never hit me," he added. Brian looked at Brett concerned. "What are you talking about?" He asked. "Russell used to hit me," Brett said. Brian's breath picked up, "I will fucking kill him, why didn't you tell me?" Brian asked. "I was young and it doesn't matter now. I stood up to him myself" Brett explained.
"I am sorry that you had such a rough childhood," Brian said. Brett nodded, "The life I have now is pretty great. I would relive my horrible childhood all over again if It meant I got to live the as I have now." Brett said. "I saw that beautiful girl on your arm, is she your girlfriend?" Brian asked. Brett couldn't help but smile at the mention of his girlfriend. "Yeah, her name is Santana. She is absolutely amazing" Brett said. "I am really happy for you Brett," Brian said.
"What about the girl on your arm?" Brett asked. "Oh Melanie, she is my rock. I actually met her when I relapsed and she helped me get back on track. I just had to put a ring on it, she deserved it. Josh is her son from a previous relationship. I've known him since he was a toddler so he has always just called me dad" Brian explained. Brett couldn't act mad anymore. In fact, he loved that he could talk with his father like no time has passed between the two. "Tell me more about your life?" Brian asked with a big smile.
"I am a Sergeant Major in the United States Marines," Brett said proudly. "My son is a Sergeant Major," Brian asked in disbelief. Brett nodded. Brian turned around to the rest of the people in the cafe, "Did you guys hear that? My son is a Sergeant Major" Brian yelled out making Brett laugh. "Sit down dad," Brett quickly said. Brian smiled big, "you called me dad," he said. "Is that okay?" Brett asked, fearing that he did something wrong. "Absolutely, I love hearing you call me that," Brian said.
"So you live in New York City? Do you love it?" Brian asked, trying to get to know his son better. "I love it. I live with a friend of mine in an apartment not too far from Santana and Quinn's" Brett explained. "Quinn, that sounds familiar," Brian said, trying to remember where he heard that name. "She is my little sister," Brett said. "Yes, your mother's daughter with Russell. I am surprised you talk to someone who came from Russell. Especially after hearing what he did to you when you were younger" Brian said. "Trust me, Quinn is nothing like Russell," Brett said with a laugh.
"Were you two always close?" Brian asked. "We lost touch for a little while when I came to live with you but we reconnected. We talked all the time and I would go and visit her when I was home without Russell knowing. A few months ago, I got injured and she let me move in with her" Brett explained. "I didn't know you got injured. I am so sorry" Brian said. "You didn't do it, there is no reason for you to be sorry. A part of me is glad I got injured because I got to meet Santana because of it" Brett explained. "Was she a friend of Quinn's?" Brian asked. Brett nodded, "They are best friends and live together. Quinn wasn't a huge fan of Santana and I together at first but she has come around" he said. "It sounds like you have made quite an amazing life for yourself" Brian pointed out. Brett thought about it. His dad was right, his life was pretty great right now. "I have and I am even more excited for the future," Brett said, especially thinking about the girl back in bed waiting for him.
"Do you think I could be a part of this future?" Brian asked hesitantly. Before Brett could say anything Brian cut him off. "I know I failed you in the past but I am a changed man. I want to prove to you that I can be a father. Please" Brian said, whispering the last word. Brett smiled, "I think I would like that," he said. "Would you like to come over sometime tomorrow? I would love to meet Santana and Quinn" Brian said. "Let me talk to them and ill get back to you but I don't see it as a problem," Brett said. Brian smiled and got up. Brett matched his movements. "Come here son," Brian said, pulling Brett into a hug. Brett hugged his father close. He couldn't believe it. Brian pulled away, "I have to get going to help Mel clean the house for Christmas. Please call if you need anything or just want to talk" Brian said. "I will dad," Brett replied.
Brett watched Brian leave and go to his car, the smile never left his father's face. Brett still can't believe it, he reconnected with his father and it was everything he could have imagined. A part of him wanted to be mad but a bigger part of him wanted a family and this was his chance. Brett grabbed some coffee to go and went back to Rachel's house. The house was still silent which meant everyone was still hungover and sleeping it off. Brett carried the coffee down the stairs and into his room.
Santana was fast asleep on her back. Her hair was absolutely everywhere and her shirt was raised up just below her breasts, showing off her tan abs. Brett placed their drinks on the side table. He crawled between her legs. Brett slowly started peppering her stomach with kisses. He made his way to the waistband of her shorts. Brett pulled them down her slender legs, Santana never even moved. He stared up at her waxed center and licked his lips.
Brett leaned forward and parted her lips with his tongue. Making sure to add ample pressure. He could hear Santana starting to whimper. Brett kept doing that, switching from licks to kissing as Santana started to move. He attached his lips to her clit and began to suck. That's when Santana's eyes opened wide. She peered down and saw those blue eyes that she was obsessed with looking up at her. "Brett" Santana groaned. He reached up and intertwined their hands. Using his other hand, Brett plunged 2 fingers into her tight hole. Santana gasped and squeezed his hand. Brett continued working his mouth while he pumped in and out. Santana was already so close, Brett could feel it. He pushed his tongue against her clit and pressed hard circles while curling his fingers. Santana yelled out. Her legs trembled at his sides as her orgasm washed over her. Brett cleaned up every last drop.
He then slowly kissed his way up her body before capturing her lips. Santana moaned, tasting herself on his tongue. After a minute or two, Brett rolled off of her. "What the hell did I do to deserve that?" she asked, smiling. Brett reached out and caressed her face. "You are you," Brett whispered. "I guess things with your father went well?" San asked. "Yeah, they did. He even wants to meet you and Quinn. I was thinking we could go over tomorrow for a drink or two. Unless you don't want to, it's your Christmas too. Maybe I should just" Brett started rambling. "Brett shut up," Santana said laughing. "I would love to meet your dad," She said. Brett smiled and leaned forward, kissing her again.
He quickly pulled back, "I almost forgot," he said. Brett got up and covered Santana. Then he grabbed their coffee and breakfast. "Here is your latte and a croissant," he said, handing it over. "An orgasm and breakfast. This is already the best Christmas" Santana said, taking a large sip. Brett laughed and got back into bed. He tossed his arm around her and pulled her closer. "I thought you were going to be hungover," Brett said. "What can I say, you fucked it out of me," she said, nonchalantly which made Brett crack up laughing.
The gang hung out for the entire night. Eating and drinking around the large dining room table. Brett was glad he came. Hanging out with his friends and his girlfriend really took his mind off of his impending deployment. Brett especially loved watching Santana laugh and sing with her old club. She had been so stressed with the case and with Sebastian, Santana needed this.
As it approached midnight, Brett and Santana made their way to their room. They got dressed and snuggled up together in bed. "Ugghhhh" Santana groaned really loudly. "What was that about?" Brett asked laughing. "I want to have sex," She said looking up at him. "Okay, then let's have sex," He said. "I can't," San quickly replied. "And why is that?" Brett asked. "I just got my period and now I have cramps. This fucking sucks" She said, mumbling the last part. Brett pulled her over so he was spooning her from behind. Brett reached down and rubbed the bottom of her stomach, just under the waistband of her sweatpants. "How does this feel?" He asked. "Really good," she replied.
"I am just annoyed that we couldn't have sex last night because I got too drunk and now I am PMSing," Santana said. "Good thing I gave you an orgasm this morning or you would be extra grumpy, " Brett said, laughing at his own words. Santana pinched his arm, "Oww" he quickly said. "You're not funny," she said. "Yes I am and you know it," Brett said. He continued rubbing her stomach. Santana couldn't believe that a guy was this caring towards her during her time. Just another thing that shows her just how amazing Brett is.
Brett looked over and saw the clock strike midnight. "Tana" he whispered. "Yeah" she whispered back. "Merry Christmas," he said. Santana turned around so she could see his face. "Merry Christmas B" she said. Santana leaned up and kissed him. Santana turned back around and Brett snuggled closer, continuing to rub her stomach.
When Santana woke up, she looked over at the clock. It was already almost noontime. How did she manage to sleep so late? As she began to stretch, she quickly remembered something. San threw back the blankets and saw a bloodstain on the sheets. "Fuck" she mumbled. Normally she could feel when her tampon was leaking but I guess she was just too comfortable. "What's wrong Tana," Brett asked, feeling her stir next to him. Santana quickly tried to cover the stain. This was so embarrassing. "Nothing B, why don't you go upstairs and I'll meet you up there," she said, forcing a smile.
Brett could tell something was up. He sat up but stayed in bed. "Go on, I'll meet you upstairs," Santana said again, making sure to keep her hand on the blanket. "Lift up the blanket," Brett said. "It's nothing Brett," she said. "What happened babe," he asked. "I just stained the sheets," Santana said. "Let me get some club soda," Brett said. "That isn't going to do it" She mumbled.
"Is it your period?" Brett asked. Santana looked up at her boyfriend. "Tana, it's nothing to be embarrassed about'' he said. Santana let go of the blanket and he pulled it up. There was a medium-sized bloodstain. Santana refused to look at him. "Come on, let's pull up the sheets'' He said, getting up. "That's it? You aren't going to make some comment about how gross it is?" she asked, getting up. "Of course not. It's completely normal. You go wash up and I'll get the sheets" Brett said. He leaned down and kissed her forehead.
Santana went to the bathroom and cleaned herself up. When she came out of the bathroom. Brett and the sheets were gone. Santana quickly went upstairs where everyone was hanging out around the Christmas tree. "Where's Brett?" she asked. "I showed him where the wash was. I can't believe he dropped the chocolate cake on the sheets" Rachel said laughing. "Of course my brother would get cake all in the bed," Quinn said. Brett walked back into the room, "I am a messy eater, sorry about the babe" Brett said. He wrapped his arms around her waist. "Thank you" Santana whispered. He leaned down and kissed her lips gently.
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