Thanks for the reviews last chapter. I hope you all enjoy this one.
Brett is amped up. His team has made it to the World Series and tonight is the first game. He's so excited that he managed to get Santana and Quinn tickets right next to the dugout. She's been his good luck charm since he met her. He just plays better when he knows she's watching.
"San," Brett says coming into the living room where Santana and Quinn are lounging waiting for him.
"You ready? We figured we could steal some of your gear to wear." Santana says.
"Of course, you can." Brett says coming over and wrapping his arms around her. "I pulled a few strings and if you want to you can sing the National Anthem at the game tonight."
Santana turns around and kisses him deeply.
"In case you didn't know, that's a yes." Quinn says so happy for her best friend.
"B," Santana says tears in her eyes. "Thank you," she says so happy.
"Anything for you." Brett says.
He's still so grateful that she came back from the tour early to help him.
"Are we going to meet your parents?" Quinn asks tired of seeing their lovey doveyness.
"They both have to work and can't get the time off to come out until after the series so they won't be able to make the games." Brett says a little sad.
"You know we'll both be here for you." Quinn says as Brett and Santana had already talked about it.
"Thanks," Brett says turning to Santana. "Do you two want to ride with me?"
"Yes," they both say.
When they go with him, they're allowed in the back.
"Well, I'm heading out in five minutes." Brett says.
They both hurry up to finish getting ready. Once they arrive at the ballpark, Brett goes to warm up while Santana also prepares.
"Aren't you nervous?" Quinn asks.
"After the tour, this is less daunting." Santana admits. "Plus, I've sang here before."
"I still can't believe Brett did this for you." Quinn says. "You're singing at the freaking World Series."
"He is pretty great." Santana admits blushing.
"Yeah, his is," Quinn agrees.
Quinn gets to wait in the dugout area for Santana as she heads out to sing the National Anthem. Brett glances over at Quinn who gives him a thumbs up.
"Singing the National Anthem is local singer/song writer Santana Lopez." the announcer says.
Santana stands up straight, confident as she starts to belt out the National Anthem.
'O say can you see by dawn's early light
What so proudly we hailed at the twlight's last gleaming
Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous flight
O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming?
And the rockets red glare the bombs bursting in air
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there
O' say does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave'
Before the last note ends the whole stadium erupts in cheers. Brett is staring lovingly at her. He's so proud of her and happy.
"Your woman is something else." Jack says.
"She really is," Brett says still staring at her as she walks off.
Santana glances over at Brett, giving him a smile before making her way to Quinn.
"You were amazing." Quinn gushes.
"Thanks," Santana says blushing.
She loves to hear other people tell her that she's talented. The pair heads to their seats right next to the dugout. Santana is decked out in Giant's gear and is wearing Brett's away jersey. Quinn is also decked out, wearing Jack's away jersey.
"Good luck B!" Santana shouts.
Brett pauses to wave at her before jogging out to center field.
"God, I hope they win." Santana whispers.
The game is scoreless through six innings neither the Giants or the Angels have had so much as a single.
"Go B, smack that ball!" Santana shouts at the bottom of the seventh when Brett comes up to bat.
Quinn just chuckles at how into the game her best friend is.
Brett hears Santana cheering for him like she has been all night. He's determined to do well so she'll be proud of him. He steps up to the plate and gets into his stance. The whole time all he thinks about is hitting the ball. The pitcher throws a fast ball and he takes a huge cut at it. He misses and has one strike.
"Come on babe!" Santana shouts.
The next pitches are balls. Brett stands up and takes a few practice swings before getting back into his stance. He swings hard and makes contact with the ball. The whole stadium is quiet for a moment as the ball flies towards the outfield fence.
"Oh boy, that's one's a goner!" the announcer shouts.
Once the ball sails over the wall, the whole stadium erupts. Santana is on her feet screaming her head off. Quinn stands up, clapping being a much calmer person. Brett jogs around the bases and is mobbed by his teammates at home plate. Heading into the dugout he stops to look up at Santana.
"Great hit babe," Santana says leaning over the side.
"All for you." Brett says blowing a kiss up to her.
The Angels get two hits at the top of the eighth, but no runs. The Giants don't add any runs at the bottom of the eighth. Going into the top of the ninth, the Giants are still up one to nothing.
"Go Giants!" Santana shouts standing up to cheer for the last three outs.
Quinn shakes her head, but claps all the same. She just can't get as into the game as Santana is.
Brett makes a diving catch for the first out that has Santana screeching.
"God San, could you scream any louder." Quinn says wincing at how loud Santana screamed.
"Just wait till they win the series." Santana says smirking.
The last two outs are by strike out. The stadium cheers as the Giants have just taken game one. Brett runs over to Santana, helping her over the rail so he can wrap his arms around her.
"You were amazing." Santana says giving him a big, wet kiss.
"Thanks babe," Brett says still holding her.
"Ahem," Quinn says basically clearing her throat. "Could you help me down too?"
"I'll help you." Jake offers having waited for Brett.
"Thanks Jake," Quinn says as he helps her over the rail.
The four of them head into the clubhouse. Quinn and Santana wait by Brett's locker as the boys talk to the press and talk to the training staff.
"We need to get more hits tomorrow." Jake says.
"Yes, we do," Brett agrees.
"At least your lone hit was a homer that won us the game." Jake says slapping him on the back.
"Yeah well, I didn't want to let San down." Brett says a little shyly.
"Trying to impress your girl, I get it." Jake says before looking over towards where their lockers are. "Is Quinn seeing anyone?" he asks.
"I don't think so." Brett says.
"Do you think she'd go out on a date with me?" Jake hopefully asks.
"I don't see why not." Brett says shrugging.
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The Giants win game two at home, six to two with Brett going three for three with two runs scored. With games three and four, possibly game five if the Angels win being in LA, Santana isn't sure if she'll be able to be there or not.
"You'll be going up to LA tomorrow morning." Santana says that night as they're getting into bed.
"I have tickets for you and Quinn if you want to come. I'll pay to fly you both up." Brett says pulling her into him. "I didn't want to assume that you could come."
Santana cups his face, kissing him deeply. She starts making out with him, climbing on top of him.
"Yes, I'll come." she whispers into his lips.
Brett smiles into their kiss before flipping them over.
"Good, you're my good luck charm." Brett says looming over her.
She pulls his head down into a searing kiss. They make out for a bit, him getting very hard. She pushes him off of her and climbs back on top of him.
"Lay back and let me show you how much I love you." Santana says pulling his dick out.
She's already kicked off her pants. Lining herself up, she sinks down onto his dick. He grips her waist as she sinks down.
"San," Brett moans. "You're so tight."
Santana moans placing her hands on his muscular chest.
"Oh god B," Santana moans.
She starts bouncing on his dick, her boobs flopping. He's enthralled with her breasts watching them. She leans down to make out with him.
It doesn't take long before they're both falling over the edge.
"I'm going to cum." Brett moans gripping her hips harder as he starts shooting cum deep in her.
"Fuck," Santana moans tightening around him as she gushes out.
She falls forward on him, her head resting on his chest. His dick, now soft, comes out of her as she curls into him.
"I love you so much." Brett softly says yawning.
"Love you too B, got to sleep." Santana softly says missing having his dick in her.
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"It's so cool that Brett brought us here." Quinn says during game three in LA.
"He wants me and you at all his games." Santana says all decked out in Giants gear.
"And he got us these amazing seats by the dugout again. Your man is amazing." Quinn says.
"He is," Santana says dreamily.
The Giants end up losing the game three to seven. Quinn after the game catches an Uber back to their hotel room to give Santana and Brett some alone time.
"Hey B," Santana says wrapping her arms around him.
"You stayed," Brett says turning.
They're the only ones left in the clubhouse.
"I knew you'd be beating yourself up about this loss." Santana says kissing his cheek.
"Where's Quinn?" Brett asks expecting her to be here too.
"She headed back to let us have some alone time." Santana tells him.
Brett nods, leaning into her. She just holds him knowing that's what he needs. After a few minutes they get up and head out.
"I wish you could come back to my room." Santana softly says.
"You could come back to mine." Brett offers.
Santana smiles, snuggling into him.
The next day, the Giants end up winning twelve to two. With a three one lead everyone is sure that the Giants will win.
"Woah Brett, you're all on fire." Quinn says after the game.
"Thanks Quinn, it was a team effort." Brett says all smiles.
"Babe, you hit two homers. You were on fire." Santana says.
"Yeah, yeah," Brett says. "Would you two like to go get some food?" he asks.
"Yes," they both say.
The Angels pull off a two to one win in extras in the fifth game, making the series two to three. The Giants are excited to win the World Series in front of their home crowd.
"You'll win this game." Santana confidently says cupping his face. "I'm proud of you no matter what."
Brett gives her a peck on the lips before she heads out of the clubhouse to go to her seat. Most of the staff knows her at this point and just let her go where she wants. She nods to a few ushers that she passes.
"You know everyone." Quinn says holding two drinks in her hands.
"Brett makes sure I'm well looked after." Santana says smiling.
"Don't I know it." Quinn says smiling as well.
The Giants jump all over the Angels in the first. The pitcher is on his game with three quick strike outs. In the bottom of the inning Brett leads off with a triple.
"Go B! GO!" Santana shouts as he runs.
The next batter hits the ball deep into center field. Brett tags before racing home, easily beating the throw.
"Woot! Go Giants!" Santana shouts jumping up as she cheers.
"Her boyfriend is the one who just scored." Quinn says to the person next to her.
The Giants end up scoring another four runs before finally the inning is over. The next four innings are scoreless. The Angels get a run in the sixth but the Giants get in back in the seventh. The next inning is scoreless leading the Giants to only needing three outs before they win the series.
"Good luck," Santana says blowing Brett a kiss.
Brett catches it before blowing her one back. The inning starts with a strike out. The next batter hits the first pitch deep into center-right field. It's about to over the wall when Brett manages to snatch it.
"What a catch by Pierce!" the announcer says.
"Way to go B!" Santana shouts.
The last out is a pop up to the short stop.
"THE GIANTS WON! THE GIANTS WON THE WORLD SERIES!" the announcer shouts as the stadium erupts.
The team is piled on each other, on the pitcher's mound. The whole team celebrates together for a few minutes before they all split off to find their families and loved ones.
"San! Quinn!" Brett shouts making his way over to them.
He helps Quinn down first, giving her a hug.
"Thanks for coming," Brett says.
"I wouldn't miss this for the world." Quinn says before heading over to Jake to give them space.
Brett lifts Santana over the railing as she flings herself into his arms.
"You won," is all Santana can say before Brett is making out with her.
"I love you."