Thanks for all the love last chapter. I'm glad so many of you are invested in this story. I hope you all enjoy this next part.
Brett has just landed with the rest of the team when he turns back on his phone. He was hoping to have a text from Santana but there isn't one. He decides to send her a text to let her know he's back, safely.
To Santana: I'm back, we just landed.
Not even ten seconds later he gets a reply.
From Santana: How was the flight? And I'm glad your back.
To Santana: I slept the whole time. So, if your free tomorrow for lunch, I have the day off.
From Santana: I am.
To Santana: I'll pick you up at 11:30.
From Santana: My address is….
To Santana: Cool, I can't wait till tomorrow.
From Santana: Neither can I.
The next morning Santana is freaking out trying to figure out what to wear. Quinn is being her usually mostly useless self at least in Santana's mind.
"I can't wear that!" Santana screeches when Quinn holds up a nice sundress. "I want him to think I'm sexy, not a nun."
"I give up, trying to help you is impossible." Quinn says throwing her hands in the air.
"I'm sorry Q, you know how important this is to me. I want everything to go perfectly." Santana says sighing.
"San," Quinn says looking at her. "It won't be perfect, but with how much you two text each other I doubt that will matter. All you have to do is be yourself." she reminds her.
"You're right," Santana admits.
Being calmer now, Santana decides to wear a pair of jeans that show off her curves and make her butt look amazing, a nice light blue blouse and her five-inch blue heels. She lightly curls her hair and puts on light make-up.
"He's going to die when he sees you." Quinn says looking her over.
"Good," Santana says looking at the clock to see that he should be here any minute.
From Brett: I'm parking now, will be up in five minutes.
To Brett: Good, I just finished getting ready.
From Brett: Wow, I don't think I've ever picked a woman up for a date and they're ready when I arrived. Favorite date already.
Santana laughs when she reads this causing Quinn to stare at her.
"What's so funny?" Quinn asks.
"Nothing, just Brett being goofy." Santana says.
Just then there's a knock on the door and Santana rushes over to open it.
Quinn stares at the very hot, blonde man standing in their doorway. She thinks he looks like a Greek god, silently cursing Santana's luck that she gets to date this guy. Though she's happy for her friend, she wants someone like that in her life.
"Hey," Brett says smiling as he glances up and down her body.
"Hey yourself," Santana says thinking he looks extra hot in slacks and a teal button-down dress shirt.
They just stare at each other for a few minutes until Quinn can't take it anymore. She clears her throat to get their attention.
"Oh, this is my friend and roommate Quinn." Santana says to Brett.
Brett nods to Quinn who smiles at him.
"Are you ready to go?" Brett asks.
"Let me grab my purse." Santana says turning to grab it.
Quinn winks at Santana and mouths he's hot and she approves.
"Ready," Santana says placing her arm through his.
"I brought my jeep; I hope that's okay." Brett says.
"Of course, I don't even have a car." Santana says smiling as he walks her over to the passenger side and opens the door for her.
He closes the door once she's in and rushes to the other side, getting in and starting up the car.
"So, I picked my favorite diner that serves breakfast all day." Brett says hoping she won't mind.
"That sounds great." Santana says.
The whole ride to the diner they discuss what their favorite breakfast food is and what restaurants they love to eat at. Santana mentions Breadstixs several times. Brett makes a mental note to take her to Breadstixs in the future.
"This is Bobs," Brett says pulling in front of a diner.
"This place looks interesting." Santana says about the typical looking diner.
"The food is really good." Brett reassures her.
"I trust you." Santana reassures him.
He helps her out of the jeep. They walk into the diner hand and hand. Santana bashfully glances over at him, biting her lip. Brett can only look straight forward otherwise he'll start blushing.
"Brett, I didn't expect to see you today." Bob the owner says when he sees Brett.
"I wanted to bring my date to the best place to have breakfast and lunch." Brett tells him.
"He's the best advertising I've ever had." Bob tells Santana, smiling at her.
"He's been bragging on your food the whole ride over." Santana says. "I can't wait to try it."
"Go sit down, I'll bring you two house specials." Bob says ushering them to Brett's booth.
"The house special is an omelet, sausage and bacon." Brett tells her, sliding into the booth.
"Sounds good," Santana says. "So, you come here a lot?" she asks.
"Yes, it's one of the few places that everyone treats me like a normal person not a famous athlete." Brett says.
"So, how was your trip?" Santana asks wanting to hear everything that he didn't text her about.
"Well, we went six and two on the trip which is good in case you didn't know. I missed you the whole time. When I wasn't playing, I was in my hotel room texting you." Brett says.
"There was a lot about me in there." Santana says smiling at the thought.
"You were on my mind a lot. I'm honestly not that much fun on road trips. My teammates are always trying to get me to go out with them but I don't. I like to focus on the game and leave partying to my off time." Brett says.
"I find it surprising that you wouldn't want to go party." Santana says secretly very happy that he's not a huge partier.
"Oh, I do, just I do it in moderation. I'm not looking to be constantly hooking up with different women. I want a relationship." Brett admits.
Santana's even happier to hear this.
"I feel the same." Santana says reaching across the table to squeeze his hand.
They're food is brought out after that and they switch to talking about Santana.
"So, how has the gig been?" Brett asks.
"It's been great." Santana starts. "I like it way more than waiting tables. The crowds have been big and everyone has liked my singing even when I sing some of the songs I've written. It's also nice to have a set work schedule even though I don't have my weekends nights free anymore."
"Do you perform tonight?" Brett asks hoping she does.
"Yes, I do," Santana says as it's Thursday. "I perform today, tomorrow, Saturday and Sunday nights."
"Well, I'd like to come tonight if that's okay." Brett says biting his lip.
"I'd love that." Santana says.
The rest of lunch they continue to talk about their jobs keeping things light as they've already texted each other most of the heavier things.
"I had a great time." Santana says when Brett parks in front of her building.
"Good, I was hoping that we could go on a date next Tuesday. I have the night off." Brett says looking at her hopefully.
"Yes, I'd love to go out on a date with you." Santana says.
"Great," Brett says smiling causing Santana to smile.
He leans over slowing, going in for a kiss. When he lips touch her's, she pulls him closer, deepening the kiss.
"Wow," Brett says when they finally pull back.
"I go on at seven, I get there at six. If you want to meet me here at five-thirty we could go together." Santana rambles.
"I'll meet you here." Brett says hoping that maybe she'll invite him in and they can hang out until then.
Santana bites her lip wanting to invite him in but not sure if it's too soon.
"Would you like to come in and stay until we have to leave?" Santana hesitantly says.
"Yes," Brett says all smiles.
Quinn isn't back yet so it's just the two of them. But instead of having sex or making out, they sit down and just continue to talk. For both of them it's different than their other relationships and they like it. That's how Quinn finds them when she gets home.
"Well, hello," Quinn says walking in.
"Quinn, Brett's going to come see me perform tonight." Santana tells her smiling.
"That's cool," Quinn says nodding. "Well, it looks like we'll get to know each other tonight." she says looking at Brett.
"I look forward to it." Brett says wrapping his arm around Santana's shoulders. "In fact, I'd love for you two to come to my game on Sunday, it's at one." he says pulling out two tickets.
"Thanks, we'll be there." Quinn says grabbing the tickets and looks at the seats. "These are good seats."
"Thank you," Santana whispers kissing his cheek.
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'I'm trying to hold my breath
Let it stay this way
Can't let this moment end
You set off a dream in me
Getting louder now
Can you hear it echoing?
Take my hand
Will you share this with me?
Cause darling without you'
Brett is enthralled watching Santana sing. He's sitting on the edge of his chair, his eyes never leaving Santana. Quinn glances over and smiles. She can see by the way that Brett is staring at Santana, that he loves her. She feels reassured that he would never hurt her.
'All the shine of a thousand spotlights
All the stars we steal from the night sky
Will never be enough
Never be enough
Towers of gold are still too little
These hands could hold the world but it'll
Never be enough
Never be enough'
Santana feels like she's singing better than ever having Brett there watching her.
'For me
Never, never
Never, never
Never, for me
For me
Never enough
Never enough
Never enough
For me
For me
For me'
Brett is staring up at Santana in awe. She's just so talented.
'All the shine of a thousand spotlights
All the stars we steal from the night sky
Will never be enough
Never be enough
Towers of gold are still too little
These hands could hold the world but it'll
Never be enough
Never be enough'
Santana's voice gets stronger as she gets to this last part.
'For me
Never, never
Never, never
Never, for me
For me
Never enough
Never, never
Never enough
For me
For me
For me'
Santana's voice gets very soft for this last note.
'For me'
(Never enough by Loren Allred)
When Santana finishes the last note, Brett is on his feet clapping loudly. He is soon joined by the rest of the bar.
"She's going to be a star." Brett says leaning over so Quinn can hear him.
"Yes, she is," Quinn agrees.
She gets a feeling that Brett is going to make it happen one way or another.
"You were amazing." Brett says to Santana when she comes and joins them having finished.
"Thanks," Santana says blushing.
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Sunday afternoon Quinn and Santana are watching the game, cheering as the Giants are thumping the Seattle Mariners.
"This is actually father fun." Quinn admits downing another mai tie.
"You just love the free drinks." Santana says nursing her own mai tie.
"Well, you've finally found a boyfriend who I like and has a job that can get us stuff." Quinn says.
"He's not my boyfriend." Santana says even though they basically are though they have yet to label it.
"Oh please, you two totally are." Quinn says rolling her eyes. "The way he was looking at you Thursday night, he's already in love with you."
"Really?" Santana hopefully asks.
"Yes,"
During the ninth inning one of the team workers comes over to them.
"Brett asked me to take you two to the clubhouse after the game ends." he says.
"This is so awesome." Quinn says excited to hit on hot single baseball players.
Once the game finishes the worker leads the two down to the club house.
"Hey San, Quinn," Brett says waving from the training table.
"Are you okay?" Santana asks rushing over to him.
"I'm okay, I just strained my shoulder a few days ago." Brett says. "This is just being extra cautious."
"So long as you're okay." Santana says sitting next him.
"I am,"
While Santana fusses over Brett, Brett loving the attention, Quinn is taking in all the other players.
"Hello miss," Jake says smiling at Quinn. "Are you a friend of Brett's as well?" he asks.
"Kind of, Santana, the woman with Brett is my best friend. I came with her." Quinn says winking at him.
Quinn ends up being hit on my five hot, single players who had overheard what she said. She loves all the attention. She thinks that Brett is by far the best thing to happen to them in quite some time.