Thanks for the love last chapter. I hope you all enjoy this chapter.
Santana goes to the next game as well though Quinn doesn't go this time. Brett has his best game of the season going four for four with two home runs and making a spectacular catch that saves a hit from being a home run. The following day is their big date.
From Santana: I can't wait for tonight! What should I wear?
To Santana: Something nice you can dance in.
From Santana: Are we going dancing?
To Santana: Maybe
From Santana: Please tell me
To Santana: Nope, it's a surprise. I'll pick you up at seven.
"Damn, he won't say." Santana says to Quinn.
"Did you really expect him to?" Quinn asks.
"Yes, no, I was hoping." Santana admits.
"Please, you love that he's surprising you. Because you know he's going to go all out for your first date." Quinn says lightly shoving her friend. "I'm so jealous you get to date someone that hot."
"Don't think I didn't you flirting with some of Brett's teammates." Santana says.
"Hot men who were willing to flirt with me, why wouldn't I." Quinn says smiling.
"Well, if this date goes well, I'm sure I can bring you to some more games to flirt with his single teammates." Santana says.
"You know that the date will go well. You two are crazy about each other." Quinn says.
"You're right, now do you want to help me pick out my outfit." Santana says.
"Heck yes," Quinn says.
Across town Brett is lounging around with Jack trying not to think too much about his date. He's nervous. He wants everything to be perfect.
"Dude, your character died again." Jack says chucking a pillow at Brett.
"Sorry, I'm just distracted by my date tonight." Brett says.
"What's your plan?" Jack asks.
"Pick her up in a limo, go to dinner and go to a club." Brett tells him.
"Sounds like a solid first date." Jack says wondering why he's worried if he already has it all planned out.
"Do you think she'll like it?" Brett hopefully asks.
"She seems to really like you. I'm sure she'll love it." Jake reassures him.
"Your character is now the one dead." Brett says not as nervous or distracted right now.
Back with Santana and Quinn, they are in Santana's room going through her closet.
"I don't have anything to wear." Santana complains.
"You have a ton of clothes right here." Quinn says motioning to the pile of clothes in front of them.
"None of them are right." Santana says. "I want to look amazing."
"Brett likes you; you could wear sweats and he'd love it." Quinn points out.
"Shut it and help me find something to wear." Santana says starting to pick through the pile of clothes.
"Why don't you wear that red dress you love? You look great in it." Quinn suggests.
"Yeah, that will work." Santana says pulling it out.
She pairs a pair of red pumps that match her dress.
"Should I go for hair up or down?" Santana asks.
"Hair up, I'll do it up the way you like it." Quinn offers.
"Thanks,"
Quinn helps Santana not only with her hair but her makeup as well.
Across town Brett is getting ready himself. He is wearing teal blue button-down shirt and black slacks. He looks in the mirror to double check that he looks good.
"I'm ready for this." Brett says to himself.
He's nervous about this date even though he knows that Santana likes him. Thankfully he gets a text that the limo is out front. It's too late to turn back now. He's fidgety the whole ride over.
"You can do this." he says aloud when the limo parks in front of Santana's building.
"He's here!" Quinn shouts when she hears knocking on the front door.
"Answer the door!" Santana shouts back.
Quinn opens the door for Brett, "hey Brett."
"Hey Quinn, is she almost ready?" Brett asks coming in.
"Yeah, are you ready for your big first date?" Quinn asks knowing how excited Santana is and she wants to make sure that this date will live up.
"Of course, I am. I just hope she likes what I have planned." Brett says.
"You know enough about San, I'm sure she'll love whatever you have planned." Quinn tells him.
She's happy that he's nervous, that means he put a lot of thought into this date.
"As San's friend I obligated to say if you treat her wrong, I'll hurt you." Quinn says.
"Don't worry, I promise to always treat her like a princess and to never hurt her." Brett says.
Quinn opens her mouth to say something, but stops as she sees Santana come out. Brett is staring at Santana with his mouth ajar.
"Hey," Santana shyly says.
"You are gorgeous," Brett says reaching across to cup her face.
"You look handsome." Santana says blushing as he removes his hand.
They wanted to kiss but with Quinn right there they held back. It would be their first kiss and they didn't want it to be with an audience.
"You ready for our date?" Brett asks.
"Lead the way," Santana says looping her arm through his.
"Have fun," Quinn says waving as they leave.
Walking out of the building Santana looks around for Brett's car, but only a limo is there.
"Ladies first," Brett says opening the door.
"Brett, you got us a limo." Santana says.
"Only the best for our first date." Brett says helping her in.
"This is so the best thing ever." Santana says sliding in and looking around.
"I thought you'd like riding in style." Brett says.
Santana snuggles into Brett. Brett wraps his arm around her, enjoying having her snuggled into him.
"So, where are we going?" Santana asks glancing out the window to see if she can figure it out.
"Well, I figured we could grab something to eat then if you're up for it, we can go out to a club." Brett tells her.
"That sounds like fun." Santana says.
"Great," Brett says smiling. "We're here." he says when the limo starts to slow down.
"Where is-"
Santana starts only to stop talking the moment the door opens and she sees where they are.
"I hope Anthony's is okay." Brett says helping Santana out of the limo.
"Okay, Brett, this is not only the fanciest restaurant in the city but also the hardest place to get a reservation. How did you do it?" Santana asks.
"I called in a few favors." Brett says smirking.
Brett holds the door open for Santana before they head over to the hostess.
"Table for Pierce." Brett says.
Santana clings to his arm, glaring at the hostess who is checking Brett out. She wants to ensure that this girl knows Brett is taken.
"Follow me," the hostess says leading them back.
She winks at Brett after seating them before leaving.
"Some people have some nerve." Santana growls.
"Don't worry about that, I'm here with you." Brett tells her.
They easily fall into talking about Santana's gig and Brett's games. When the waiter comes, they pause to give their orders.
"Hello, I'm your waiter Steve. Can I start you off with something to drink perhaps a wine?" he asks.
"We'll have a bottle of your best red." Brett says looking across at Santana to make sure she wants this too.
"And two waters." Santana adds.
"Are you two ready to order or do you need more time?" the waiter asks.
"I'm ready, are you?" Brett says looking across to Santana.
"Order, I'll be ready when you finish." Santana says.
"I'll have the steak rare with a lobster starter." Brett says.
"I'll have a caesar salad." Santana says. "And the salmon."
With that the waiter takes their menus and goes back to put their order in.
"Brett, this place is too expensive." Santana whispers.
"San, don't worry about it. I make more than enough money to afford a place like this." Brett says.
Santana is still in price shock even though she just ordered. The fish she ordered was sixty-four dollars.
"Still, I would have been happy going to Applebee's." Santana tells him.
Shortly after they are brought their wine and food.
"This is heavenly," Santana says. "I take it back; I'd prefer to be here."
Brett just smiles knowing that she would love the food here. He's willing to take her to every expensive restaurant in the city.
"I'm glad you like it." Brett says.
Once they finish eating, the waiter comes back.
"Would you like some dessert?" he asks.
"I'm good, do you want some?" Brett asks Santana.
"No, I'm good too." Santana says.
"Can we just get the check?" Brett asks.
"Of course," the waiter says pulling it out. "Take as much time as you need."
Brett takes the bill and puts four hundred in the folder. "Keep the change." he says handing it to the waiter.
"Thank you very much." the waiter says.
"That was very sweet of you." Santana says having seen how much money he put in.
"I always leave a big tip. They work hard and deserve some appreciation." Brett says. "Are you ready to hit a club so we can get our dance on?" he asks getting up and helping Santana up.
"Lead the way," Santana says.
Because Brett is a fairly famous athlete they get VIP treatment at the club, getting to come in using the back entrance.
"Come on Brett," Santana says pulling him toward the dance floor. "I want to see your dance moves."
Brett follows Santana into the middle of the dance floor. She wraps her arms around his neck and they start dancing together. Santana is very impressed with Brett's dancing ability. She grinds back into him and he places his hands on her hips.
"You're fucking hot." Brett loudly says.
Santana just smirks at this. It feels great to know that he thinks she's hot. Especially because a bunch of the girls are looking at him. She loves feeling his arms around her as they dance.
An hour later they finally leave the dance floor and head to the VIP section.
"What would you like to drink?" Brett asks.
"I'll have a beer." Santana says smiling as he heads over to grab them each a beer.
Once he comes back, she sets her feet on his lap.
"Are your feet sore?" Brett asks noticing how tall her heels are.
"A little," Santana says. "You have some mad dance moves."
"I used to take dance classes before baseball over took my life." Brett says removing her shoe and massaging her foot.
"Your hands are amazing," Santana groans. "That's cool, I also took dance classes growing up."
They chat a bit more before heading back out on the dance floor.
Santana starts really grinding back into him as they dance wanting to turn him on. Brett groans as he feels himself getting hard.
"Fuck San," Brett moans.
"Getting a little too excited." Santana teases.
"Well, you're just so damn hot." Brett says.
"Let's get out of here." Santana says kissing him.
Brett's a bit dazed from the kiss having not expected it though he follows Santana out of the club to their waiting limo.
"We won't have any privacy at my place." Santana says hoping Brett will get what she's hinting at.
"We can go to mine." Brett offers.
"Sounds like a plan." Santana says before kissing him.
They make out the whole ride back to Brett's with things getting heated as they get close. Santana is straddling Brett, kissing him as his hands make their way under her shirt.
"San," Brett moans. "I think we're here."
He tries to move, but she won't let him. She grinding down on him hard.
"San, I don't want our first time to be in a limo." Brett says stopping her.
"Fuck B," Santana moans blushing that she got so carried away. "Hurry up, and get us inside."
Brett gets out once Santana gets off of him. He then swoops her up into his arms. He carries her in. She's snuggled into his chest, kissing his neck. He fumbles with his keys as he tries to open the door.
"San," Brett moans. "You're distracting me."
"That's the idea." Santana moans.
Brett finally manages to open the door, stumbling in. She kisses him deeply again. He carries her, not breaking their kiss. When he reaches his room, he gently places her on the bed though she pulls his head down to keep kissing. Finally breaking the kiss, he stands up.
"Is this what you want?" Brett asks always the gentleman and wanting to make sure this is what she wants.
"I want you," Santana says grabbing his shirt and pulling him down.
Brett yanks his shirt off, throwing. Santana who has stripped her own clothes offs, tugs at Brett's pants.
"Get these off." she orders.
Brett kicks off his pants and boxers. Santana's eyes widen, staring at his semi hard dick. She licks her lips.
"Now, that's something to brag about." Santana says reaching out and wrapping her fingers around him.
"Fuck babe," Brett moans.
She smirks as she starts jacking him to get him hard.
"San," Brett moans. "I need to be in you."
"Damn it B," Santana moans as he removes her hand from his dick. "I need you; I'm soaking."
He lines himself and gently pushes in. They both moan. Santana wraps her limbs around him, digging her nails into his back as he pushes in which causes him to pause.
"I just need a moment." Santana says, pushing on his back.
He continues pushing in slowly until he bottoms out.
"So tight," Brett moans.
"Big," Santana moans.
He stays still waiting for her to adjust to his size.
"B, I need you to fuck me now." Santana orders.
"Fuck," Brett gulps.
He starts thrusting at a slow pace wanting to savor this. She loves the care he is taking.
"B, love how gently you're being but I need you to fuck me." Santana groans.
Brett places his hands on either side of her head for leverage as he starts thrusting harder and faster.
"Oh god," Santana starts moaning.
She closes her eyes. He kisses her sloppily.
"Right there!" Santana moans.
He grunts, holding back his release as he wants Santana to cum first. His thrusts start getting faster needing her to cum soon.
"Fuck," Brett groans.
"I'm cumming!" Santana moans.
Santana tightens as she cums. Brett continues to thrusts until he stills shooting his cum into her. He thrusts a few more times before pulling out.
"Come here," Santana says pulling him into her. "This was one hell of a first date."
"I'm glad you enjoyed it." Brett says proud of himself.
Santana yawns, snuggling into him to sleep.