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The next day was more than awkward. Brett and Santana haven't said one word to each other all morning. Brett packed the night before so when Santana needed to pack, he could leave the room and give her the privacy he thought she wanted. They drove separately to the airport and even during the flight, the couple was not sitting next to each other. They were not even in the same row. Once they got back to New York, Puck called a separate uber to bring him and Brett to their apartment.

The walk to baggage claim was silent. Brett walked in front with Puck while Quinn, Santana, and Mercedes followed behind. "Why haven't you two said anything to each other?" Quinn asked her best friend. Santana explained everything to Quinn in the car on the way to the airport. But what Santana didn't know was that Puck had already told Quinn everything the night before. There was no way Quinn was going to let him sleep without getting the full story. "I feel like we just need to let things settle. I am still upset about the whole thing and I know he is too" San said. "Just don't wait too long," Mercedes said. "I'll wait as long as I want," Santana said extremely defensively. "Just listen to her, San," Quinn said. Since Quinn knew Brett's side and so did Mercedes, Quinn wanted her best friend to make the right decision.

"I agree you can wait as long as you want but I worry about Brett" Mercedes exclaimed. "Why are you worried about him? He is the one that left me in the basement" Santana pointed out. "The only reason I say that is because I talked to Brett" Cedes said. "If you feel so strongly then why don't just tell me what he said. That way I can understand why you feel that way" Santana said. "As I told you before, Brett needs to talk to you, not me. But nice try " Mercedes said.

They finally reached the baggage claim as the luggage started coming down the conveyor belt. Santana spotted her red bag but before she could get it, Brett stepped up. "I got it," he said, Brett bent over and lifted up the heavy bag so Santana didn't have to. Even though they were not really talking, he was still going to be a gentleman. "Give me your carry-on," San said. Brett handed her the backpack, then reached over to grab his suitcase.

Mercedes, Quinn, and Puck watched the awkward exchange. "Are they ever going to be able to get through this?" Puck asked. "Absolutely, Santana loves Brett," Quinn pointed out. "And Brett loves Santana, he is just too scared to say it" Mercedes added. Once everyone grabbed their luggage, they made their way outside. Brett was still pulling Santana's so she didn't have to.

The girl's uber pulled up first. Without saying anything Brett grabbed Santana's bag and loaded it into the trunk. "Bye baby, I'll see you later," Quinn said, pecking Puck on the lips. Brett opened the door for Santana. She smiled at him, "Thanks" she said as she handed over his bag. "Maybe we could talk sometime?" Brett asked, hopeful. Santana nodded, "I would like that". Brett decided to take the chance, he leaned down and kissed her on the cheek. He wanted to make sure that she knew he still cared. No matter what, Brett will always care. Santana smiled and got into the car. Brett smiled back and shut the uber. He watched it drive away, wishing that he was with her.

Puck and Brett's ride home was uneventful. They didn't talk about anything. Both were just playing on their phone. Puck was actually texting Quinn the whole time. Apparently, Santana was just as quiet during their ride home.

Once the girls got back to their apartment, Santana went straight to her room. Quinn and Mercedes looked at each other and sighed. Quinn pulled her into her room so there was no chance that Santana could hear them. "I know everything that Brett said. Puck told me immediately when he got back to our room last night" Quinn revealed. "I assumed that you knew, I just didn't want to bring it up in front of Santana. It would make her even more pissed to know that 3 people know Brett's side while she doesn't" Mercedes explained to which Quinn nodded.

"What do you think of the whole situation?" Mercedes asked, taking a seat on Quinn's bed. "I feel bad because I was one of the people who kept telling Santana that she needed to tell Brett that she was in love with him. I didn't think my brother was going to completely ruin the moment. But I also feel bad for Brett because if what Puck told me is true, Brett is really struggling with accepting the love" Quinn said. "I was there and everything Puck told you was true. Brett loves Santana there is no doubt in my mind that he doesn't. He just doesn't want to give in to her fully. He is scared that he is going to get hurt or that she is going to get hurt by needing to take care of him." Mercedes said. "What are we going to do?" Quinn asked. "There is nothing that we can do, they need to do it," Mercedes said.

It has been 5 days since they got home from Lima. 5 days since Brett and Santana have talked to each other. It was also New Year's Eve and they were having a small get-together at the girl's apartment. Santana decided to take a half-day and come home around 1 pm that day so she could help Quinn get ready. She walked into the apartment then into the living room where Mercedes, Puck, and Quinn were all sitting around talking in hushed voices. It seemed like none of them heard her come in.

"What the hell is going on?" Santana asked. They all whipped around to look at her, "You're home early" Quinn said, wondering how much she heard. "Yeah, I took a half-day, what the hell is this little meeting about. And don't tell me you were not having one because I heard you say my name and Brett's" Santana said crossing her arms over her chest. "You need to tell her," Mercedes said to Puck. "But it may be nothing, I have no idea what he was doing," Puck said, putting his hands up. "It doesn't matter, you thought it was important enough to tell us which means it is important enough to tell Santana" Quinn pointed out. "Why is it always me against you guys?" Puck muttered.

Santana took a seat on the couch so she felt a part of the conversation. "It isn't! But she is still his girlfriend" Quinn said. "Is something wrong with Brett?" Santana asked, concerned. "Tell her, she will probably be able to help. Nobody knows Brett better than Santana." Mercedes said again. "Fine, fine I will tell her but if Brett gets mad at me I am throwing you two under the bus" Puck said pointing at Mercedes and Quinn. Puck took a deep breath before he started talking, "Something is seriously wrong with Brett and I think he doesn't want to bother you with it" he exclaimed. Santana instantly began to panic, even though they hadn't really talked. She did love him. "What's wrong with him?" Santana asked.

"I hear him up during all hours of the night. Even when I think he is asleep, it is just a matter of time that he wakes up screaming. Santana, he looks like absolute shit all the time. The dark circles around his eyes look like make-up." Puck explained. "I tried confronting him about it one night. I heard him screaming and went out into the living room where I found him lifting weights. I asked him if he wanted to go for a run because it wasn't too late and I knew that was how he got his mind off of his nightmares but he told me that he promised you that he wouldn't, so he was lifting weights instead" Puck said. Santana nodded, "he did promise me" she whispered.

"Keep going, Puck," Quinn said, urging him to tell Santana the whole thing. "Then on 2 separate occasions I went over to the gym for a workout and I ran into Aaron. When I asked him where Brett was, Aaron said he called out. But both of those mornings, he said that he was going to the gym for his shifts" Puck said. Santana nodded, trying everything in her power not to panic. "So if he wasn't at work, where would he go?" she asked. Puck shrugged his shoulders, "I don't know. The reason I came over here was to ask Quinn what to do. It just so happened that Mercedes was also here" he explained.

Santana got up and left the room. "Santana!" Mercedes yelled. "See I shouldn't have been the one to tell her" Puck said. "Who else was going to tell her, Brett obviously wasn't going to" Quinn replied. While Santana was in her room, she pulled on some sweatpants and her sweatshirt. Then walked back out into the living room. "Do you want Puck to go ask Brett about it?" Quinn asked. "Stop getting me involved" Puck replied to which Quinn shushed him.

"No, I will go and talk to him," Santana said. They were all a little shocked at her decision. "Are you ready to talk to him?" Mercedes asked. "I don't think I will ever be prepared. I am obviously still upset because all I wanted was for him to say it back but he didn't. That doesn't change my feelings for Brett. And he is struggling, I can't just sit here and enjoy a party knowing he is god knows where." Santana explained. "Will you be back?" Quinn asked. "I don't know but I'll text you," she said before walking out the door.

Santana was panicking the entire time on her way over to Brett's. Talking about the incident in the basement was not even the reasoning behind her anxiety. She was nervous for him, for what he is going through alone. Santana always said that she would be there for him and right now he needs her, so she doesn't give a shit that she is still upset. Santana just needs to set eyes on her boyfriend. She didn't even bother with the elevator, Santana raced up the four sets of stairs and up to the front door. She knocked a few times but there was nothing but silence on the other side. "Please B Please" she whispered.

After a minute or two, Santana pulled out her phone and quickly called Puck. "He isn't answering," she said. "He texted me that he was home, he should be answering, '' Puck replied. Santana's mind went to a bad place. A place that she had always feared and tried so hard not to think of. She had read all these stories about soldiers when she was trying to do research for Brett. The marines have the highest rate of suicide among all servicemen who decide to take their own life. It wasn't a secret that Brett struggled with his PTSD. That combined with his guilt about not bringing all his men home and his past traumas, made Santana think of the worst. She felt the tears start to fall. "Puck, I need to get in, tell me how to get in," Santana said, her voice showing her clear panic. 'Santana he is probably asleep" Mercedes said, trying to calm her down. "Please" she begged. "A key! There is a key under the mat" Puck yelled. "I told you not to put it there, it is so obvious, '' Quinn muttered. Santana ripped the mat up and found the key.

As she slid the key in the lock, Santana hung up the phone. She burst into the apartment. There was silence, a silence that made Santana's skin get goosebumps all over. "No no no no" she whispered looking around the house. First, she checked the living room and then the kitchen. She finally made her way to his bedroom door. A part of her was terrified at the potential scene that could be behind the door. But she needed to find him, Santana swung the door open. Brett was laying in the middle of his bed. Santana stared at his chest when she saw it rise; Santana finally released the breath she was holding.

Brett was shirtless, fast asleep with the sheet bunched at his waist. Santana stepped closer so she could really see him. The skin around his eyes was dark and puffy. Puck was right, Brett hasn't been sleeping, and based on his current state; Santana also thought he was recently crying. She also noticed that his arms looked a lot bigger. He must be really lifting a lot of weights at night for Santana to see progress in only 5 days. His arms looked great but it means that he has been really struggling and that was what he had put his mind to.

Santana pulled her sweatshirt off leaving her in just a sports bra. She couldn't stand there any longer. Santana pulled the sheet back and crawled into his bed. She managed to shimmy her way under his arm and laid her head on his chest. Hearing his heartbeat was such a relief to her since she was so scared. Santana doesn't know how long she laid there but she did. She stayed right in his arms listening to every breath and heartbeat, never once shutting her eyes.

Brett woke up once again. He hasn't managed to fall asleep for longer than an hour since the night he and Santana fell asleep on the couch. When he came out of yet another nightmare, he felt pressure on his chest. He woke up and peered down, Santana was in his arms. When did she come into the bed? Am I having a dream, Brett thought to himself. He blinked his arms a few times but she never disappeared, this had to be real. "Santana" Brett whispered. She quickly turned onto her stomach with her hands holding up her head. "You're really here?" he asked, letting his hand settle on her lower back. He needed to feel her.

"I am really here" she whispered back. "Did something happen? Are you okay?" Brett asked. She couldn't help but smile just a little. This guy is obviously struggling so badly and still, his only concern is about her. "I think we need to talk," Santana said. Brett nodded, "Let's go in the living room," he said. They both got up off the bed, "Please put on a shirt, I can't concentrate with you only in a sports bra" Brett admitted. Santana loved that she still had that effect on him. She grabbed her sweatshirt and pulled it on while Brett pulled on his shirt. They both walked out into the living room and took a seat on the couch.

"I understand why you want to break up with me, I just," Brett said but Santana cut him off. "Woah, who said anything about breaking up?" She asked. "You said you wanted to talk," Brett pointed out. "Yes I do but that doesn't mean I want to break up unless that is something you want?" Santana asked. Brett's eyes widened and he shook his head quickly, "No absolutely not, that is not something that I want" he said. "Okay now that we established that neither of us wants to break up, can we move forward?" Santana asked with a little chuckle. "Yes, please continue," Brett said.

"After everything that happened on Christmas. I thought that our first conversation would be about that but something more important has come to my attention. Puck was at our apartment and he said that you haven't been sleeping. He also noticed that every night this week you have woken up screaming. Then when you were supposed to be at work, you called out but were nowhere to be found" Santana said. Brett looked down. She was not going to let him retreat back into his shell.

Santana reached out and tipped his chin up so he was looking at her again. "You have dark bags underneath your eyes and your face is all puffy. What is going on Brett?" she asked. "Stay here, I need to get something," Brett said. Santana nodded. Brett walked to his room, grabbed something from his draw, and came back to his seat on the couch. He gave Santana the item that he ran to his room to grab. "What is this?" She asked. Santana was holding the blue spiral notebook. "I went to a therapist as you suggested. He told me to start writing down my feelings and the different nightmares that I have been having. His name is Dr. Michaels, and he specializes in helping soldiers with PTSD and anxiety. He told me that sometimes what can happen is that when he works with soldiers, their nightmare usually gets worse at the beginning because a lot of feelings are being exposed. Then after some time, they will get less and less until hopefully, they go away. That is where I was when I was supposed to be at work." Brett admitted.

"Brett" Santana whispered. She was so mad at herself. While she was ignoring him, he was trying to get help for himself. The help that she begged him to get. "I am going to get better for you, Tana," he said. "I am so proud of you, I know that going out and finding help was really hard for you," she said. "That is the thing, nothing is harder than seeing that I hurt you. I am so sorry about what happened on Christmas" Brett said. "I don't regret telling you how I felt. I love you Brett but I need to know how you are feeling" Santana asked.

"I talked to Dr. Michaels about this. He thinks that I am struggling with accepting that I deserve good things in life, like accepting that I deserve you" Brett admitted. Santana already likes this Doctor guy because that is exactly what she also thinks. "What do you think about that?" she asked. "I am not sure. I feel like I need more time to figure out what is going on in my head." Brett exclaimed. "Do you want to know what I think?" Santana asked. Brett nodded. "I think that we have been through so much shit, you more than me. But we deserve happiness which means we deserve each other" She said.

"I can't say it right now Santana" Brett exclaimed. "I don't want you to do anything that you are not ready for. I love you and that is not going to change because you didn't say it back. At the end of the day I know you care about me" Santana said. "I care about you so much, I am trying, I promise. Please believe me" Brett pleaded. "I do, baby. I just wish I could have known so I was there to support you or bring you to the therapist's office." Santana admitted. "I was going to tell you but I didn't know if you were still upset. So I thought that it would be better if I could surprise you and be all better" Brett said.

"In the future, I don't care if I am upset. I will always be there to listen to you. Because I want to go through this with you. I don't want you to just disappear and come back as a different man. I am in love with you for you. Which means all the good things and all the bad things." Santana said. Hearing her say this made Brett break. The tears started to fall, he had no control over them. "Brett" Santana said, she pulled him close and held him as he cried. "Shhhh baby" Santana whispered.

After a few minutes, Brett finally was able to control the tears. "I am sorry, I don't know what is going on. My head has been all over the place, I haven't slept in so long. I feel like I am breaking Tana." Brett admitted. This completely broke Santana's heart. "I am here and I am not going anywhere. We are going to pick up the pieces together," she whispered. Santana stood up and pulled off her sweatshirt, it was too damn hot. "What are you doing?" Brett asked. Santana laid on the couch. "We are taking a nap, come here." She said, opening her arms. "You want to be the big spoon?" Brett asked, smiling for the first time in a while. Santana nodded. He laid on the couch placing his head on her bare stomach. Brett's arms were clutching her while she was holding him just as tight. Santana ran her fingers through his hair, a feeling that he loved. "Go to sleep, I'll be right here," Santana said.

Just then Brett remembered something. "Santana it's New Year's Eve, there is a party at your apartment" he reminded her. Brett tried to get up but she pulled him back down. She didn't forget about the party, "I know, but I need to be here. No one will miss me. Now close your eyes" She said. Brett was so comfortable, feeling her soft skin beneath his hands. Listening to her breathing and feeling her warmth while his head was on her body. The feeling of her hand running through his hair felt like a massage. It's no wonder how he was able to fall asleep so quickly in his girlfriend's arms.

When Brett woke up, he instantly felt so much better. His head migrated up and was pressed into Santana's boobs. Of course, while he was sleeping, he managed to find her boobs, some things never change. Brett slowly opened his eyes. The room was incredibly dark which means it must be nighttime but Brett had no idea exactly what time it was. He looked down at his hand that was sprawled over her tight stomach. Brett started slowly rubbing it, he loved the feeling of her soft skin. He felt her hand run through his hair again, "you're awake" she whispered.

Brett tilted back so he could see her face. "What time is it?" he asked. "Like 7 pm," Santana said. "I've been asleep for that long! Wow, did you sleep at all?" Brett asked. Santana smirked, "It's kinda hard to sleep when someone is making out with your boobs," she explained. Brett looked offended, "I was not making out with your boobs" he quickly said. "Oh really? Then who did this?" Santana said, pointing to a dark spot just on the top of her breast. Brett couldn't help but start laughing. "Holy shit, I gave you a hickey in my sleep," he exclaimed. "I guess you really are a boob guy," Tana said with a giggle. "Why didn't you stop me?" Brett asked, cocking an eyebrow. Santana shrugged, "Maybe I liked it," she said. "Oh really," Brett said. He dove back in and started planting open-mouth kisses all over the part of Santana's breast that was showing. As he did that, Brett started tickling her sides. Santana couldn't help but laugh and start squirming. "Stop B, please" She begged, laughing.

Brett stopped tickling her and planted one final kiss before looking up at her. Santana's smile also makes his heart flutter. "Thank you" Brett whispered. "For what?" she asked, still running her fingers through his blonde locks. "For coming over here even though you were upset. For listening to what I had to say. For holding me and letting me have the best sleep I have had in a very long time. I know I fucked up and most people would just let that come between them. But you are letting me process everything that is going on and it means so much to me Santana." Brett said. Santana realized at that moment, she was not upset at Brett anymore. This was his way of saying he loved her in his own way and that is okay with Santana. She tucked his hair back behind his ear, "I love you" San whispered. Brett smiled big and leaned forward to capture her lips. The kiss spoke wonders, things that he couldn't say but Santana knew.

Brett got off the couch and stretched. "When is your next therapist appointment?" Santana asked. "The second" Brett replied. "Do you want me to come with you?" She asked. "My appointments are just me and the doctor and since it's the beginning my sessions are 2 hours long. I don't want you sitting there waiting for me" Brett explained. "I would sit there for you if you wanted me to," San said without missing a beat. "I know you would but I think I just need to do this alone if you know what I mean," he said. Santana smiled, "I completely get it, do you want to meet up after?" she asked.

Brett wanted to, he wanted to so bad but he also didn't want to hurt her. "Remember how I said that Dr. Michaels said that it is going to get worse before it gets better," Brett said. Santana nodded, not really sure where this was heading. Brett turned around and looked out the window. Admiring the city lights on New Year's Eve. "What he said was true. I've only had 2 sessions and the night of them has been horrible," he explained. Santana heard his voice crack a bit. She quickly got up and walked up behind him. Santana wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her head against his back.

"What happened Brett?" she asked. He let one of his arms cover hers, interlocking their hands. His other arm was leaning up against the window. "The nightmares were so much worse than before. I usually just replay when I was captured or the mission that Drew died on. This time it's like I see everything I fear in life." He said. Santana just stayed silent, it's what he needed. "The second night was the worst." He whispered. "What was the nightmare about?" Santana asked. Brett didn't say anything. He was so scared to bring it up again. A part of him was worried that if he said it, then he might have another nightmare about it. But he needed to be honest with his girlfriend. And Dr. Micheal did say that talking about them will allow him to process and heal. Who better to talk to than Santana. "It was about you," Brett said quietly. Santana could feel her tears starting to form again.

"During the second session, we talked about you. When I left I thought everything was going to be okay because I actually felt relief from talking about it. But that night when I finally fell asleep, I saw you. I was back in the darkroom that I was held in and on the other side of the room tied to the chair was you" Brett revealed. Santana could not bear not seeing his face anymore. She dropped her arms and slid between him and the window. Santana's arms found their way around his waist again. Brett's eyes were still focused on the view in front of him. His hand however went down and clutched her waist.

That's when Santana realized that he couldn't look at her if he was going to relive his nightmare. "I spent 2 weeks in captivity. I don't know if I ever told you that. During the whole ordeal, I was under the impression that I was held for months but it was only 2 weeks. I was tortured in every way a man can be tortured. It was to the point that all I wanted to do was die, but they wouldn't let me. Stopping just before I would pass out. They didn't want me to have any relief and passing out would give me that." Brett explained.

"You've been in my nightmares before but I never saw you. It was always them threatening to hurt you. But this time was different. There you were tied identically to the way I was. You were so scared. Screaming for me to help you, asking why I wasn't trying to get out. I was trying so hard Tana. They came back into the room and started touching you and torturing you. I woke up screaming. It was so bad that I just started vomiting. My stomach couldn't even handle how disgusting it was." Brett recalled. Even when telling Santana, Brett felt like he was going to vomit again.

"It was so bad Tana. The worst nightmare I've ever had." Brett said with a sniffle. Santana reached up and pushed his hair back behind his ear. "It's your mind playing tricks on you. I am okay" She whispered. "It just felt so real. Then I could not go back to sleep after that because I was scared to close my eyes" Brett admitted. "I am telling you this because I don't think it is a good idea for us to be together after my sessions," he said. "Brett" Santana whispered but he cut her off. "I have already hurt you once and that was before I started therapy. Now I am more triggered than ever. I will not put you in danger." Brett said sternly. "I will respect that if that is what you feel is necessary but I need to make something clear," Santana said.

Brett still wasn't looking at her. He was still taking in all the lights that he could see from over her head. Santana reached up and forced Brett to look at her. She looked beautiful. Brett couldn't help but caress her cheek. She placed her hand over his hand that was on her face. "You need to call me," she said. "Santana we were not talking and I didn't think you wanted to talk to me," he said. "I understand that. But now we are. So since you don't want me to be with you the night after. I need to know that you will call me if it gets too bad. Please Baby" Santana pleaded. Brett nodded, a few of his tears dropping down and landing on her chest.

Santana felt horrible knowing that her boyfriend was struggling so much. She pictured him crying and waking up sweating after having a nightmare about her than not being able to even call her. All because she was being petty and not talking to her. "I am sorry I wasn't there for you," she said, gazing into his eyes. "What are you talking about?" Brett asked, confused. "I was ignoring you while you were really struggling. I was sleeping soundly in my bed while you were battling against your inner demons alone. You should be able to call me and because I was so petty you were alone and didn't feel comfortable enough to reach out to me." Santana admitted.

"Tana" Brett whispered but she wouldn't let him continue. "No Brett, don't try to tell me that it isn't true because it is," Santana said. "I do not blame you for not wanting to talk with me. The situation that happened was bad and I understand why you are upset that you were not there to help me. But do not put yourself down because that will make me upset. You're amazing Santana and I will get to a point where I am able to scream it from the rooftop, I promise." Brett said with a smile.

Santana couldn't hold back anymore. She pulled Brett's face down to hers and captured his lips. Brett let his hands slowly linger down her body until he got to the back of her thighs. Brett squeezed her thighs and Santana got the message. She jumped up and wrapped her legs around his waist. Santana loved when Brett held her, it made her feel so dainty and him so big and strong. Brett loved it just as much, feeling her entire body wrapped in his embrace. Brett pushed her up against the window, while his hands were massaging her thighs and ass.

He pulled his lips from hers and quickly attached himself to her jaw. Brett slowly kissed and nibbled his way to her neck. Finding that spot that makes Santana melt. She couldn't help but toss her head back so he could have more space. Santana needed more. Between not being able to have sex while in Lima then to not talking for days, Santana wanted it all. She pushed his head away from her which made him very confused. Santana couldn't help but smirk. She knew that Brett was not going to drop her so Santana pulled her arms from around his neck. San leaned back against the window putting some space between the two. She grabbed the bottom of her sports bra and quickly lifted it up over her head.

Brett peered down at her perfect breast before looking back up into her eyes. "You are beautiful Santana" he whispered. He couldn't help but say it because in that moment, actually every moment, she is the most beautiful woman he has ever seen. Here in his arms under the lights of the moon and city that was illuminating through the window. Santana smiled, every time Brett says that she can feel the butterflies in her stomach flutter. She reached out and caressed his cheeks with her hands. "Every time you tell me that, I truly believe it" Santana admitted. "Good because you should. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen" Brett said, making Santana blush.

"You're blushing" he pointed out. "No, I am not, I am Latina," San said. "Deny it as much as you want, you are blushing. I made Santana Lopez blush" Brett bragged. "Shut the hell up and kiss me," She said, pulling his lips to hers. She could feel him laughing against her lips, so Santana lightly bit down on his lip and let it go with a pop, making Brett groan. Santana unwrapped her legs and planted her feet back onto the floor. She reached down and pulled his sweatpants off his waist while Brett pulled off his shirt. Santana pushed him backward until the back of his legs hit the couch. She loosened his boxers from around his waist and let them hit the floor, her sweatpants following right behind. Santana didn't waste any time pushing him so he landed on the couch.

"Tana" Brett groaned when he saw his girlfriend drop to her knees in front of him. Santana quickly wrapped her lips around the head of his penis. "Fuck" he mumbled, loving the feeling of her wet mouth. Santana took as much of him in her mouth as she could. Using her hand to handle the rest while her other hand played with his balls. Brett reached out and held the back of her head lightly, making sure he didn't push her further down. Santana swirled her tongue around the head and traced down the vein of the shaft. She couldn't help but look up and connect her eyes with Brett's. He was so turned on right now, watching his girlfriend work.

Santana hollowed out her cheeks to be able to take more of him. "Damn it Tana '' Brett groaned, tightening his grip on her ponytail. Santana smirked hearing the moans that Brett was making. She saw his eyes get darker with pure lust. As much as she loved doing this for her boyfriend, San didn't want him to blow his load just yet. She has a better place where San would rather him come undone.

Santana slowly pulled her lips from his dick. She made her way to her feet. Santana reached out and caressed Brett's face. "Take off my thong B," She whispered. Brett grabbed ahold of the hem and pulled them down her gorgeous legs. Santana didn't waste any time straddling his waist, her knees planted on the couch cushions. Brett had one hand on her waist and the other hand on his dick. He pumped it a few times before lining it up to Santana. She dropped herself down, taking Brett entirely in one go. Santana gasped, feeling so full so quickly.

Brett grasped her waist and helped aid in her movements. She wrapped her arms around his neck and tossed her head back. With the arch of her back, Brett was able to attach his lips to Santana's nipple. Swirling his tongue around her stiff peaks. She continued her movements, taking herself off of him fully before dropping back down. Santana usually would be embarrassed about how fast her orgasm was building but this time she didn't give a shit. It had been a while. Brett could feel her walls starting to pulsate. Her moans were getting deeper which made his balls clench.

Santana looked back at her boyfriend who pulled his face from her breasts to stare back. He smirked before planting his feet on the ground to give him some leverage. When Santana fell back onto his dick, Brett propelled his hips upwards. "Bretttt!" Santana screamed out, feeling him reach far within her. He continued to counter her pace creating the ultimate friction. "Tana" Brett groaned as he attempted to warn her. But based on the tightness of her snatch, Brett knew she was right behind him.

Brett completely unloaded himself into her, pushing it deep within her. The warm feeling sent Santana over the edge. Her walls tightened to the point Brett could barely move. Her moan was loud and high, exactly what Brett loved to hear.

Santana was so tired, her movements slowed until collapsed on his lap. Santana's chest fell against his and her check landed on his shoulder. Brett just leaned back and hugged her waist. Her legs were still shaking from the orgasm. Brett turned and pressed a chaste kiss to her sweaty forehead. "Fuck that was amazing," Santana said. "Dito" he mumbled in return. "Shouldn't you be getting to your party?" he asked, looking at her the best he could from this angle. "Nah, I just want to be here with you. Plus once I can feel my legs we are so going for another round" she said with a smirk. Brett just shook his head and held her close. Both needed a break before they continued their first New Year's together.

*What did you think? I wanted to touch upon the idea of suicide. Sadly it is an everyday occurrence especially for soldiers with PTSD. I think it is important to mention because I read that the suicide rate among active-duty troops has been on a steady increase since 2014. Also with covid happening, people were forced into solitude which was extremely detrimental to people's mental health. Please reach out to the suicide prevention hotline 1 (800)-273-8255. I wanted to put this number here because someone reading this just might need it. Please remember everyone is loved by someone and there is always someone willing to listen. Please stay safe*

(Article about the increase in suicide rate: story/news/politics/2020/10/01/suicide-rate-among-active-duty-troops-jumps-six-year-high/5879477002/)