Thanks for all the love last chapter.
Brett's parents end up staying a week. The last night they take the three of them out for dinner.
"Thank you two for looking out for our baby boy." Whitney says to Quinn and Santana.
"He needs the help; he can't cook just like me." Pierce adds.
"I can't cook either, San's a great cook." Quinn says smiling at them.
"She's saved us all from eating so much takeout." Brett says kissing Santana's cheek.
"I try to help out where I can." Santana says blushing.
"Well, I've never seen my son so happy." Whitney says smiling at Santana.
"They're so in love, it's disgusting sometimes." Quinn says shaking her head.
"Hey," Santana and Brett say.
Whitney, Pierce and Quinn all just laugh. The rest of dinner is pleasant with talk about what their plans are for the next few weeks are.
"Thanks for dinner." Santana says as they leave the restaurant.
"Yeah, thanks for inviting me." Quinn says so grateful.
"I told you, your part of the family now, both of you." Whitney says giving them a hug.
A few feet away Pierce and Brett are hanging back.
"Thanks for dinner dad." Brett says.
"We're just happy that your happy. Santana's a wonderful woman and I'm proud of you for helping out with her best friend." Pierce says.
"Pierce, Brett hurry up. We're leaving!" Whitney says from the door.
The next morning, they're all up early to see Whitney and Pierce off.
"Are you sure we can't take you to the airport?" Santana asks after giving Whitney a hug.
"We'll be fine taking a Uber." Whitney says waving her off.
"Mom, I want to take you and dad to the airport." Brett says pouting.
"You know your mother hates airport goodbyes. Let us do this for you. I'm sure you're excited to have the house to yourselves again." Pierce says.
"Fine, have a great trip." Brett says giving in.
"It was wonderful to meet you both." Quinn says getting a huge hug from Whitney.
"We'll come visit you soon." Santana says receiving her own hug from Whitney.
"We look forward to it." Whitney says hugging her son before heading out.
"Bye!"
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A few days later Santana and Quinn are off having a girl's day. Leaving Brett to his own devices. Now Brett has a plan to surprise his wonderful girlfriend. He wants to do something big for her after she left the tour early to come back and help him play better. She's the reason that his team won the World Series. The first thing he does is call his agent Franklin, to get some help.
'Hey Brett, what's up?' Franklin says answering on the first ring.
'I need some help with a surprise I'm planning for my girlfriend.' Brett tells him.
Franklin is aware that his clients decline and then improvement was directly related to his new girlfriend.
'After what she did to help you, I'll help any way I can.' Franklin says.
'Thanks, I was hoping to get her in touch with at least a semi-famous producer to help her produce her first album.' Brett explains.
'I'll reach out to see if I have any contacts with any producers.' Franklin tells him. 'I'll call you once I find someone.'
'Thanks for all your help.' Brett says.
He hangs up very happy that his plan is working out. Grabbing his glove and bat, he heads downstairs to meet Jake to workout.
"Hey B," Jake says waving as he walks up.
"Hey Jake," Brett says ready to get a light workout in.
"Where are the girls?" Jake asks hoping that they'll be stopping by.
"Having a girl's day." Brett says as they walk in. "Why? Trying to show off for Quinn?" he asks bumping into Jake.
"No," Jake says too quickly.
"Right," Brett says not believing his friend. "She likes you too, you know."
"Really?" Jake hopefully asks.
"Yeah, you should ask her out." Brett says.
"You think she'll say yes?" Jake says before saying. "I think I will ask her out."
"Good, then you two can stop pretending that you're not interested in each other even though you are." Brett says shaking his head.
"Hey," Jake says.
Their conversation lolls as they change and then start their individual workouts. After an hour of weights and strength work, they switch to fielding and hitting work at the indoor field.
"Nice hit," Jake says catching the ball on the first bounce.
"Thanks, I've been working on my bat speed." Brett says.
"We literally just won the World Series. Why are we working out again so soon?" Jake asks.
"Because we need to keep up our skills and want to improve." Brett says.
"Well, I think we should take more time off." Jake says.
After an hour, the pair decides to call it a day.
"Do you want to come back to my place? We can wait for the girls and watch some TV." Brett says not wanting to be alone.
"Sure," Jake says wanting to see Quinn.
Just then Brett's phone starts ringing and he sees that it's his agent.
"I've got to take this, it's Franklin." Brett says moving away.
'Great news Brett, I just got in touch a producer who would love to meet Santana. He's heard her sing and is very interested.' Franklin says.
'That's amazing, thanks so much." Brett says.
'I'll send you, his info.' Franklin says before hanging up.
Less than ten seconds later he gets a text with the info.
"What did Franklin want?" Jake asks.
"He was giving me contact info for a producer. I'm going to surprise Santana. With everything she's done for me I want to do something for her." Brett tells him.
"She's going to love it." Jake says happy for him.
"Yeah, I can't wait to surprise her." Brett says.
While the guys get ready to head to Brett's place, the girls are currently getting pedicures.
"I can't ask Jake out." Quinn says to Santana.
"Why not? You want to date him but he hasn't picked up on your signals yet so just ask him." Santana says not seeing the big deal.
"What if he says no?" Quinn says so nervous about it. "I mean he hasn't done anything with the signals I'm sending."
"Trust me he won't say no." Santana says.
"Has Brett told you something?" Quinn quickly asks nearly jumping up.
"No, it's just obvious that he likes you." Santana says shaking her head.
To Brett: Quinn wants to date Jake but is being a baby about asking him out
From Brett: He's being a baby too. I think he'll ask her out really soon.
To Brett: Thank god
"Hey, no texting your prefect boyfriend. This is our day." Quinn says.
"Sorry, no more phone." Santana says putting it away.
"Good, now let's spend some more of your boyfriend's money." Quinn says getting up to pay.
"I feel bad spending his money." Santana says biting her lip.
"He gave us the money to spend." Quinn reasons.
Brett had given them each ten thousand dollars to spend when they told him about their girl's day. Saying that he wanted them to have fun, not worry about how much something cost and as a thank you for all the support they gave him during the season.
"I know, I still feel bad though." Santana says who didn't want to take his hard-earned money, but he pouted.
"Think of it like this, he wants to help us out for giving him so much support on the way to the World Series. It would make him feel bad if we didn't spend it. Trust me, he's not trying to buy you or me." Quinn tells her.
"You're right," Santana says knowing this is true.
Her boyfriend is just so thoughtful and big hearted.
"Damn right I am."
Later that day when Santana and Quinn get home, they're surprised to see Jake watching TV with Brett.
"Jake," Santana says looking from him to her boyfriend.
"Hey ladies," Brett says standing up and walking over to his girlfriend. "Did you have fun shopping?" he asks giving her a peck on the lips.
"We did, thanks." Santana says melting into him. "Did you plan this?" she whispers in his ear.
Brett just nods as the pair watches Quinn and Jake who are just staring at each other.
"Hi," Jake finally says.
"Hi," Quinn says back.
They both start speaking at the same time.
"So would you-"
"I was thinking-"
They then both stop waiting for the other to start.
"Okay," Quinn says after a minute of nothing. "You go first."
"Well…..I was thinking that if you'd like it…..I'd like to…" Jake stumbles unsure of how to say this.
"He wants to ask you out." Santana says unwilling to watch them stumble through this anymore.
"Really?" Quinn says looking up at him.
"Yeah, do you?" Jake asks.
"I would," Quinn says all smiles.
"Cool," Jake says nodding his head.
Brett leads Santana down the hall to their room, wanting to give them some privacy. And because he wants to tell her alone about his surprise for her.
"I have something I want to talk to you about." Brett says bursting with excitement to tell her.
Santana starts internally freaking out. That sentence normally means nothing good.
"B," Santana hesitantly says.
Brett is oblivious to her stress as he just starts to blurt out his surprise.
"I got you a sit down with a famous producer." Brett says.
"Wait, what?" Santana says shocked.
This is not what she had been expecting at all.
"I called my agent to help me get you a sit down with a famous producer. After you gave up the tour to come back to help me, I wanted to help you advance your career. You enabled me to win a World Series." Brett tells her.
Santana lunges at him, kissing him deeply.
"I can't believe you did this." Santana says staring into his eyes. "You didn't have to."
"Yes I-"
Before Brett can finish, Santana attacks him with kisses again to shut him up.
"Thank you," Santana mumbles into his lips.
"No, thank you."
Santana drags him to the bed and shoves him down.
"I want you so bad." Santana says looming over him, pulling off her shirt and bra.
"Fuck," Brett gulps, feeling blood rush to his groin.
She leans over so her breasts are in his face. His hands come up to cup them, giving them a squeeze. He takes her right nipple in his mouth, sucking as he squeezes her left breast. She moans, arching her chest and grinding herself on his torso.
"Too many clothes," Brett breaths trying to get her pants off.
She gets up to kick off her pants before pulling off his shirt and slowly pulling down his pants. Freeing his dick, she licks her lips.
"San," Brett whines.
She straddles him, smirking at him. She slowly lowers herself onto him, gasping when he grips her hips and flips them over.
"I need you now." Brett groans slamming into her.
"Oh god," Santana groans gripping his back.
He starts thrusting fast, slamming the headboard into the wall. She pulls his head down into a searing kiss, pushing her tongue into his mouth.
"Close," Santana moans.
He speeds up his thrusts, grunting as his balls tighten and she tightens around him.
"I'm goin' blow." Brett grunts, shoving in again and releasing his load.
"B!" Santana shouts as she falls over the edge, gushing.
They lay there for a few minutes recovering.
"I can't believe you got me a sit down with a famous producer." Santana says curling into him, putting her head on his chest.
"I'd do anything for you." Brett simply says.