Thanks for the love last chapter. I hope you all enjoy this next one.
Santana comes into her apartment for the first time in five days.
"Hey stranger," Quinn says from the couch.
"Hey Q," Santana says feeling guilty that she's been staying at Brett's so much lately. "Sorry I haven't been around more."
"I get it," Quinn says. "You came back for Brett. It only makes sense that you two would be spending a lot of time together."
"Still, I feel like I've been ignoring you lately. Are you free today? We could just hangout together doing nothing." Santana says.
"I'd love to." Quinn says smiling. "We haven't had a girls day in a while,"
They spend the morning catching up. Quinn telling her about what happened while she was gone and Santana tells her all about the door.
"Jake and I have become a lot closer." Quinn says blushing a little.
"That's great." Santana says all smiles. "Are you two dating?"
"I don't know, we're just hanging out. But I think it's leading to dating." Quinn says.
"I'm so happy for you." Santana says.
"Enough about me. Tell me more about the tour." Quinn says.
Santana gushes about the tour and all the new people she met. That they helped her deal with missing Brett and her.
After getting lunch, they watch a few hours of trashy TV, enjoying making fun of the shows.
"This has been a great day thus far." Quinn says. "I've missed hanging out with you."
"I know, we need to make sure that we do this once a week." Santana says.
Not much later, Santana gets a text from Bret.
From Brett: Can I come over?
"Quinn, do you mind if Brett comes over? I won't be mad if you say no." Santana says not wanting to end their girl's day.
"As long as he knows, we're watching TV together, I don't mind him joining us." Quinn says.
To Brett: Sure, me and Quinn are watching TV
From Brett: I'll be over in twenty
"Thanks for letting him come over." Santana says.
"Brett's sweet and thoughtful. I never mind when he comes to hangout with us." Quinn says.
Precisely twenty minutes later, Brett knocks on the door.
"It's open!" Santana shouts.
"Hey babe, Quinn." Brett says coming in with a huge bag of Chinese takeout.
"I love you." both women say.
Brett came over with a purpose. He wants to ask Santana to move in with him. They've spent a lot of time at his place anyway so he figures that maybe it's time to move in together. He's nervous to ask though. What if she thinks it's too soon or doesn't want to leave Quinn. The second one is an easy fix.
"I figured since I'm crashing your girls night the least I could do is bring food." Brett says.
"And it's much appreciated." Quinn says stuffing her mouth.
"Thanks honey," Santana says giving him a kiss on the lips.
Once they finish eating Brett works up the nerve to ask Santana what he came here to ask her.
"San," Brett starts with to get her attention. "You've been staying at my place a lot since you came back, I was wondering if you would want to move in with me?"
Quinn gasps, not expecting this at all. There's no way she can afford a place, let alone this one on her own.
"B," Santana softly says cupping his face.
Quinn lets out a sigh of relief. She knows that voice and it's Santana's I can't/don't want to.
"I would love to live with you, but I can't leave Quinn. We wouldn't have this apartment without each other." Santana says glancing over at Quinn.
"Thank you," Quinn mouths.
"Quinn can move in too." Brett says shrugging. "I have a huge penthouse with five bedrooms. Plus during the season I travel a lot."
"What?" Quinn gasps this is even more unexpected.
"Are you sure?" Santana asks.
"Of course, I'd never want your best friend not to have a place to live especially since I have so much room. I want you to live with me and if Quinn needs to come too, cool." Brett tells her.
"Yes!" Quinn says throwing her arms around Brett's neck. "Say yes," she says to Santana.
"We'd love to move in with you." Santana says.
Quinn gets up and heads towards her room.
"Where you going?" Santana asks.
"To start packing. This place is a dump compared to his place." Quinn says before disappearing in her room.
"Thanks B," Santana says kissing him deeply.
"Quinn's pretty amazing and was very helpful when you were gone. I don't mind, really, living with Quinn." Brett tells her.
"Still, I really appreciate it." Santana says.
It's a few weeks before they are ready to move into Brett's penthouse. They move on one of Brett's rare day offs. He gets a few of his friends from the team to help out including Jack. By the end of the day both girls are completely moved in. Quinn picked the room, the farthest from the master suite so she wouldn't hear the lovebirds going at it.
"I'll have the room soundproofed." Brett promises Quinn.
Quinn just waves him off, loving her new home.
"Come on B," Santana says grabbing him by the shirt and leading him towards their room. "I want to christen our room." she whispers.
Brett gulps as he follows her, feeling himself stiffen.
"San," Brett embarrassingly moans.
"I want to thank you for everything." Santana says pushing him on the bed.
She does a little strip tease as she takes off her shirt and pants, leaving her in black lace bra and underwear.
"Fucking A San," Brett gulps, his dick getting uncomfortably hard.
"Like what you see." Santana sexily says.
Brett nods like a madman.
"Good, now I think we need to remove some of your clothes." Santana says swaying her hips as she walks closer to him.
He lifts his arms when she grabs the hem of his shirt. She then unzips his pants, smirking at the tent as he lifts his hips allowing her to pull them down.
"Looks like you're ready for me." Santana husks.
"Shit San, I'm so fucking hard." Brett moans.
She wraps her arm around his neck, grinding on his body. His hands find her hips, helping her grind down on his throbbing dick. He slides his fingers into her underwear and down her legs.
"You're sopping wet." Brett husks in her ear.
He cups her mound, sliding a finger into her.
"Oh god," Santana moans, grinding down on his hard on.
"San," Brett moans lifting his hips and her up just enough to allow her to pull off his boxers.
"You're so hard," Santana moans reaching down wrapping her hand around him.
He moans, ripping off her bra with his free hand. He leads forwards, taking her nipple in his mouth. He sucks as he adds another finger into her, scissoring his fingers.
"More B, more," Santana moans throwing her head back, arching her chest.
He lifts her up, moving her right over his dick, lining them up he lowers her onto him.
"Oh god yes!" Santana moans.
He thrusts up into her as she bounces on him, her boobs going up and down.
"Faster," Santana moans capturing his lips with hers.
He speeds up his thrusts, his hands on her hips as each of his thrusts hits her G-spot.
"Oh right there." Santana moans.
"I'm going to blow." Brett moans, slamming up into her.
"Fuck!"
He stills, shooting cum into her just as she clamps down and cums herself. He falls back on the bed, pulling her on top of him. They both fall asleep with him still in her.