Thanks for the reviews last chapter. I hope you all enjoy.
*I just updated the name of Brett's mom which is Whitney but I had accidently put as Susan in a couple places. Thanks Isaiah Flamez for pointing this out to me.
They party in the clubhouse into the early morning with the team. By the time they get back home it's already light out.
"Great game and series B." Quinn says. "Night," she adds heading to bed.
Brett wraps his arms tightly around Santana's waist as they walk back to their room.
"You were amazing." Santana softly says.
"I can't believe we won the freakin' World Series." Brett says still in happy shock.
Santana kisses him, "you won B." she mumbles into his lips.
"You're the reason I played as well as I did." Brett says yawning.
Santana smiles, tired herself. They fall into bed not even changing into pjs. Within a minute they are both sound asleep.
"Brett! We're here!" a woman shouts at what seems like no time has passed.
Santana groans, trying to bury her head more into Brett's chest.
"Brett wake up!" the woman shouts.
"Whitney, stop yelling and let the boy sleep." a man says.
"B," Santana says pushing into him to wake him up.
"San, sleep." Brett mumbles.
"I think someone's here." Santana says not knowing who it could be.
"Shit," Brett says jumping up.
"B?" Santana questions.
"I forgot they said they would be landing in the early morning." Brett says yawning as she gets up.
"Wait, your parents are in the next room?" Santana asks shocked.
She hasn't realized that they'd be here. Now she's nervous. What if they don't like her. Or that she's living with him. She doesn't have time to prepare herself to meet them.
"I'll go out and distract them so you can get ready." Brett says giving her a kiss on the lips.
"Shit your parents are here." Santana says still nervous as she jumps up to start getting ready.
He throws on a t-shirt from next to the bed and pulls on some basketball shorts before heading into the kitchen.
Meanwhile in the kitchen, Whitney Pierce is making her son's favorite waffles and bacon. Her husband Pierce Pierce is sitting at the table reading the newspaper.
"There's a huge article about Brett." Pierce says.
"Cut it out when your done, we'll add to the scrapbook." Whitney says.
"Brett? You should have….." Quinn trails off when she sees two older people who resemble Brett. "Hi,"
"Hello, who are you?" Whitney asks.
"Are you the girlfriend?" Pierce asks.
"No," Quinn quickly says before she can say anything else, Brett comes out.
"Mom, dad," Brett says. "I see you've met Quinn, my girlfriend's best friend."
Whitney stops cooking and pulls her son into a hug. "I'm so happy for you."
"Thanks mom," Brett says.
"There's a whole article on you." Pierce says holding the paper up. "Great job."
"Thanks dad," Brett says. "Santana will be out shortly."
"I can't wait to meet her." Whitney says smiling.
Quinn finds their interactions adorable. It's obvious that Brett loves his parents. She thinks it's so cool that they seem close.
"Sit down Quinn, I'm making waffles and bacon." Whitney says.
A few minutes later Santana comes out, dressed in her best blouse and slacks. She wants to make a good impression on them.
"You must be Santana," Whitney says pulling her into a hug before she can say anything. "It's so nice to finally meet you. I've heard so much about you."
"Hopefully all good." Santana softly says blushing.
"Of course, my son gushes about you." Whitney says.
"Come sit down next to me." Pierce says. "Breakfast is almost done, right honey."
"Yes, go sit down and I'll bring you a plate as well." Whitney happily says.
"Thanks Mrs. Pierce," Santana says sitting next to Pierce.
"Please call me Whitney." Whitney says.
"And call me Pierce," Pierce also says.
"Your name is Pierce Pierce?" Quinn asks shocked.
"Yes," Pierce says.
"That's so cool," Quinn says.
"Yes, it is isn't it." Whitney says bringing them plates of waffles and bacon. "Congratulations, we're so proud and happy for you."
"We promise that if you make it back to the World Series, we'll make sure that we have the time off." Pierce says giving his son a hug.
"It's okay, I had San and Quinn cheering me on." Brett says before digging into his food.
They all eat in relative silence, enjoying their food.
"These waffles are really good Whitney." Santana says.
"Mom's waffles are the best." Brett says through a mouthful.
"Thanks Santana, they're Brett's favorite along with bacon. I can show you how to make them." Whitney offers to both her son and husband's shock.
"That would be great." Santana says.
Once they finish eating Santana and Quinn try to help by clearing the plates but Whitney won't let them.
"You two stay seated. I enjoy doing the dishes." Whitney tells them.
"Please let us help after all you did the cooking." Quinn says looking over at Santana who nods in agreement.
"Just let us ask some questions. We want to get to know you better." Whitney says smiling at them.
"Mom," Brett says.
"I don't mind answering your parents' questions." Santana says reaching over and grabbing his hand.
"Can I ask the first question?" Pierce says before launching into his question. "Brett hasn't told us much about you other than you're dating and you're very beautiful."
"Get to the question." Whitney says.
"What do you do for a living?" Pierce finally asks.
"I'm a singer." Santana says.
"She's being modest, she's a very talented singer who's hit her big break. Pretty soon she'll be a household name." Quinn gushes for her.
"I'm not," Santana tries to say.
"She was on tour as an opening act and should still be on tour had she not come back after a month because I was in a huge slump." Brett says squeezing her hand.
"Well, aren't you just the sweetest." Whitney says.
"We wondered about the slump, but didn't want to bring it up." Pierce says.
"Brett, you better not let this one go, after what she gave up for you." Whitney sternly says.
"I won't," Brett says wrapping an arm around her.
"So, Quinn, what do you do?" Whitney asks not wanting her to feel left out.
"I work as a legal secretary." Quinn says. "I'm also taking law school classes."
"Getting a law degree, that's impressive." Pierce says.
"Thanks," Quinn says.
They continue to talk with the Pierce's asking both Santana and Quinn a bunch of questions. They move into the living room after Whitney finishes the dishes.
"I love her already, don't screw it up." Whitney whispers in his ear.
"Don't worry mom, I'll do anything to keep her. I love her." Brett whispers back.
"So, Santana, has Brett met your family yet?" Whitney asks.
"No, I'm not close to them at all." Santana says curling into Brett.
"Mom, I think that's enough with the questions." Brett says knowing all about Santana's issues with her family.
"It's okay B, I don't mind telling your parents." Santana says kissing his cheek. "My family disowned me when I told them I wanted to purse a career in singing. They didn't like that I didn't want to go to college. I haven't spoken to them since I was eighteen. Quinn's my family now."
"We're like sisters since my family disowned me for being Bi." Quinn adds.
Whitney pulls them both into a hug. She can't fathom why anyone would disown their own child let alone these two wonderful women.
"We lived together before meeting Brett in a small two bed room apartment. We couldn't have lived without each other financially." Santana explains.
"When San moved in Brett, he was kind of enough to invite me to move in with them. I couldn't have lived on my own, money wise." Quinn adds.
"I wanted San to move in and I didn't want Quinn to be homeless or go in debt so I invited her too." Brett tells his mom.
"That's my boy." Pierce says very proud.
"Well, you two girls are part of the family now." Whitney says.
Both Santana and Quinn smile, and give Whitney a huge hug.
Brett mouths thanks to his parents so happy that they love Santana and Quinn. His mom's approval of Santana means the world to him.
That night Santana climbs into bed after having stayed up to talk with Whitney.
"So, you and my mom are getting along. I told you she'd love you." Brett says opening his arms for her to climb in.
"She's really cool and nice." Santana says snuggling into him. "Your dad's also really nice."
"Yeah, they both love you. Trust me." Brett says.
"I'm really glad." Santana says laying on top of him.
She starts kissing him along the jaw. He runs his fingers through her hair, pulling her up into a deep kiss.
"Are we really going to do this with you parents down the hall." Santana asks even though she started it.
"So long as you're quiet." Brett says. "They're across the penthouse from us."
Brett runs his hands under her shirt. She kisses him deeply, grabbing at his shirt. He flings it off before lifting hers off.
"I love your boobs." he mumbles latching onto her left nipple and sucking.
"B," Santana moans arching her back.
She reaches down to cup his junk. Pushing his boxers down, she grabs his dick and starts pumping.
"Fuck," Brett hisses.
He closes his eyes as she jacks him off. She pauses, swinging her leg over him, lining herself up. She sinks down onto him. She bites down on his shoulder to keep from loudly moaning. He feels so good in her.
"San," Brett moans. "I'm going to blow."
Santana smirks so happy she has this effect on him. He reaches down, rubbing her clit.
"B," Santana moans.
She bounces on him, speeding up as she gets closer. He flicks her clit faster. He uses his free hand to stop her bouncing. His balls tighten and shoots cum into her.
"Fuck, I'm cumming." Santana moans.
She slams down on him as she gushes all over.
"Shit babe," Brett says flipping them over to the other side of the bed.
She yawns, snuggling into his body. He wraps his arms tightly around her, falling asleep.