CH2.

"Hello?"

"Santana? Did I wake you up?" Brett's voice filled Santana's ears and she immediately sat up.

"No! Well.. Yeah. I eh.. I didn't expect you to call me.."

Brett frowned, "I said I would call, right?"

Santana rubbed her eyes and scoffed. "Yeah, a week ago.." She sighed and bit her lip, hating the effect this guy had on her. After she accidentally punched him the night they met, they talked and laughed and Santana agreed to go on a date with the handsome blonde. Brett programmed her number in his cellphone, before helping her in her car and promised to call her soon.

That was over eight days ago and Santana was done waiting. She felt like a fool, falling for his sweet talking and waiting for him by the phone. She swore she wasn't the kind of girl who would wait for a guy like that, so after three days, she gave up and moved on. Santana tried to keep her head held high and ignore her disappointment and hurt. Although they hadn't talked very long, Santana felt a connection with Brett. She figured he wasn't like those snobby friends of his, but just a regular guy, talking to a girl. Was she overreacting?

"Yeah I'm sorry about that, something.. Something came up." Brett explained. He hoped he didn't chase Santana away by waiting too long to call.

"Yeah well, shit happens, right?" Santana said in a bored tone. Brett sighed. "I'm really, really sorry, I just.. I had to attend some business stuff with my father." He further explained, hoping he didn't have to go into the details.

"But I really want to make it up to you. Maybe.. Maybe I can take you out? Let me take you out for dinner, please?"

Santana bit her lip hearing the pleading tone in Brett's voice. She went silent for a while, overthinking his question. Do I really want pursue this?

"Please, San?" Brett pleaded. He was pacing in his room and kept running his hand through his short hair. He really wanted to get to know the beautiful Latina better. From the short conversation they had, he quickly learned Santana was a smart girl, with dreams and ambition. She wasn't as lucky as Brett was; her nursery wasn't one of the many rooms in a large mansion and her spoons weren't silver. But Brett didn't care. He thought Santana was the most beautiful girl he every laid eyes on and he wanted nothing more, than spend more time with her.

"Okay. Fine.." Santana finally agreed and Brett pumped his fist in the air.

"Awesome! Great! So.. I'll pick you up tonight?"

"What? No wait, I can't make it tonight, I've got to work."

"Really? What time are you done? I can pick you up afterwards?"

Santana sighed, she hated the part where people could find out she was working three jobs.

"My shift doesn't end until ten. Maybe we can go for dinner another time.." She offered.

Brett pouted, "I've got to get back to NY tomorrow. Can I visit you at your job? We can go for drinks later?" Santana bit her lip again and finally caved in.

"Okay fine, do you know the diner near the town library?"

Brett frowned when he took in the greasy diner and checked the barstools to find the cleanest one, before he sat down. He felt out of place and wondered if Santana really worked here.

"Brett, you came.." Santana walked out of the kitchen and instantly recognized the blonde. Well, who wouldn't? It wasn't every day a model like guy, dressed to perfection entered the town's little diner.

"You sound surprised?" Brett smirked and relaxed a bit more. Santana was dressed in her yellow and red uniform and wiped her hands on her apron. She shrugged, "Didn't know if you would show up.."

Brett's smirk faltered and he frowned. He felt hurt, but knew deep down, where Santana was coming from.

"Well, I guess that's my fault.."

Santana smiled and shrugged again, "It's okay. You want something to drink? A cup of coffee?"

"Oh that would be great! Can I get a Latte Macchiato, please?" Brett asked politely and smiled.

Santana raised her eyebrow, "Really?"

Brett looked surprised, "Yeah?"

Santana laughed and turned around to the coffee maker. A couple of minutes later, she returned and placed a cup of regular steaming hot coffee on the counter. She handed Brett a cup of creamer and sugar and smiled sweetly. "This isn't New York, honey. No fancy Starbucks here."

Brett blushed and nodded quickly. Was it because things like this she would think I'm a snob?

Santana simply laughed and placed a slice of apple pie on a plate and pushed it towards Brett.

"Eat up, I'll be done soon." Brett nodded and grabbed a fork and stabbed it in the piece of pie. Absently he finished the slice in no time and sipped the plain coffee and he liked it surprisingly much. Who needs those fancy stuff anyway? He mused while finishing his coffee. Brett watched as Santana served her guests their deserts and handed them the checks. He watched her clear the tables quickly and easily. It surprised him; when he talked to the girl the week before, Brett was impressed with the Latina's intelligence and drive and he just couldn't understand why she would be working in a diner like this.

Brett was pulled out of his thoughts by the apron Santana threw on the counter.

"All done!" Santana said with a smile. "Where did you want to go to?"

Brett smiled and pulled his wallet out of his pocket.

"What are you doing? You don't need to pay for a lousy cup of coffee. Come on." Santana walked behind the counter and pulled out of her jacket and bag. "So, where did you want to go?"

Brett quickly put his wallet away and stood up. He smoothed out his blazer and ran his hand through his hair. "Well, they just opened up a new bar couple of miles away.." Santana watched Brett with a small smile, taking in his appearance. Of course he was dressed to perfection, wearing a dark pair of jeans, a light blue button up and his designer blazer. Santana quickly looked down at frowned when she noticed her own faded jeans and simple white t-shirt.

Santana had no idea though, Brett was checking her out at the same time, admiring the way the old pair of jeans hugged her ass and showed of her long langs. The white shirt contrasting her tanned skin and accentuated her breasts, making it hard for Brett to look away from. Brett knew Santana wasn't the type of girl to wear designer clothes or t-shirts with big brand names on them and somehow it fitted her.

Brett smiled when their eyes met and he quickly wrapped his arm loosely around Santana's waist. "So, sounds good?" Santana blushed when she felt his body so close against hers and she quickly nodded, letting Brett guide her outside.

They decided to take Brett's SUV, after he promised to drop her off at the diner afterwards. Brett, being the gentleman that he is, opened the door for Santana and helped her in the car, before getting in himself. "You like music?" Santana quickly nodded and smiled when Brett turned on the radio and the tunes from her favorite song filled the car. At first, Santana hummed along quietly, but soon she couldn't hold back and started to sing along.

Brett looked surprise, the small Latina had an amazing voice and Brett silently hoped Santana continued to sing along with the next song too. Her voice was raspy, but strong and pure and Brett couldn't get enough. Much too soon for his liking, Santana shut her mouth, feeling her cheeks heat up. She kept her eyes trained on her window but couldn't help but sneak a glance over to the blonde next to her.

Santana smiled when she noticed Brett's face. He was smiling too and when he turned his head to look at her, she noticed a sparkle in his beautiful blue eyes. Santana quickly looked away, making Brett laugh.

"Don't be embarrassed, San. You sound amazing! Are you in a choir or something? A band maybe?"

Santana shrugged, "Sometimes I got a gig at the bar, but it's just me and my guitar. Although I play the piano as well.." She added. God, why did I tell him that? Do I want to impress him that desperately?

Brett nodded, "That's great! Maybe I can go and see sometime.. I would love to hear you sing! Do you write your own stuff?" he asked kindly. Santana sat up a bit, she always loved it when someone showed an interest in her music. She immediately jumped into her stories about her songs and playing the guitar and smiled widely during her telling. Brett listened intently and learned all about Santana's obsession with music and about her lifelong dream to become a singer songwriter.

Santana kept babbling on about her music and favorite bands and felt her cheeks heat up again when she realized they arrived at their destination.

"Oh god.. I've been going on and on about me.. I'm sorry!" She blurted.

Brett laughed at that, "Are you kidding me? I like listening to you." He smiled at the Latina and quickly unbuckled his seatbelt. "Wait here!" he ran out the car so he could open Santana's, wearing the biggest smile. "There you go.." Brett mumbled and held out his hand to help the beautiful Latina out.

Santana smiled at the tall blonde and allowed him to hold her hand as they walked towards the bar.

"So what is this place?" She asked.

Brett explained how an old friend of his opened up the bar with the intention everybody could go there, not just the beer-fans or sportfans. Santana nodded and allowed Brett to lead them through the door. She held on to his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze when he directed them to a place in the back. Brett helped her out of her jacket and when they stood face to face.. Well, face to chest, he suddenly leaned in, making Santana hold her breath. Gently, he tucked a string of her dark hair behind her ear and smiled down at the Latina.

"Brett Pierce! My man, what are you doing here?"

Santana held back a groan when she heard a loud voice interrupt their little moment, but quickly plastered on a smile when a large guy walked up to them. Brett smiled widely, "Dave! Man, it's good to see you! This place looks amazing!"

The guy grinned proudly and looked around, "Yeah, I gotta say.. I'm pretty happy with it! But how are you doing? Haven't seen in like.. Forever. And who's this pretty lady?" He turned to Santana and smiled kindly before sticking out his hand. Santana laughed, "I'm Santana and Brett's right, the place looks great."

"Well thanks! I'm Dave Karofsky, me and Brett go way back." He winked at Brett while he shook Santana's hand. "What can I get you guys?" Brett ordered a coke, while Santana asked for a beer, making Dave smirk. "A beer for the lady? Nice!" He laughed and smacked Brett on the shoulder. "She's a keeper. I'll be right back!" With that, Dave laughed the couple and Brett and Santana quickly sat down.

"He seems like a cool guy." Santana said smiling. Brett nodded and smiled, "Yeah he sure is. I've known him since pre-school and he's just about the best friend a guy can ask for." He explained. Santana nodded and felt her smile widen. She wasn't a girl with many friends. She had Puck and maybe a few of her colleagues, but other than that..

"Here you go, a coke for you and a beer for the lady." Dave came up to their table again and handed them their drinks. He smiled at Santana, "So where did you meet my man right here?" Santana laughed and explained about the party they met at. Of course, she couldn't leave out the fact she punched him in the face…

Dave laughed loudly and slapped Brett on the shoulder, "She really is a keeper!" Brett glared at his friend, but couldn't help but smile when he heard Santana's laughter.

"It was worth it." He simply said and placed his arm over Santana's shoulder. The Latina blushed at the motion and felt her stomach flutter. She inched a bit closer and leaned against Brett's firm chest. Dave watched his friend and Santana and smiled happily. "Let me know if you need anything else, guys." He winked at his friend, before making his way back to the bar. Dave knew Brett for most of his life and was glad to see his friend happy. Dave was aware of Mr. Pierce and his influence on Brett, even when they were just little boys Mr. Pierce was a very demanding father and Brett went out of his way to please him. Always trying to be the best, trying to beat everybody else, just so his father would simply look at his son.

From behind the bar, the big guy watched his friend, talking happily to the Latina, throwing his head back in laughter when she told him something.

"I've got no idea who the hell you are, Santana, but I like you already.." He mumbled to himself, before turning to new customers.

Brett held Santana's hand when he walked her to her truck. He felt nervous, like he was bringing a girl back home after a first date and he wanted nothing more than kiss her goodnight.

He had no idea Santana was feeling pretty much the same way; she wanted Brett to kiss her goodnight. She spend all that time talking to the guy and listening to him talk and laugh, watching his full tips and white teeth. Santana got lost in his beautiful blue eyes and she loved spending time with Brett.

Brett swallowed heavily and tried to stay cool when they reached Santana's beat up truck.

"So.." He started.

Santana bit her lip to suppress a giggle. "So.." She echoed.

Brett grinned and took a step closer, making Santana lean back against her truck. Santana's breathing picked up when the handsome tall guy got closer and she looked up. The parking lot was poorly lighted by the diner and a few streetlights, but it was enough the make out Brett's face. Brett suddenly leaned in, lowering his head to Santana's. His stomach was fluttering and for a second, he wanted to chicken out.

Seeing Santana's plump lips, though, made him lean in further and he pressed his lips against Santana's. The Latina gasped and quickly closed her eyes, taking in the soft feeling of Brett's lips. She wrapped an arm around his neck and stood on her toes, so she could kiss him back properly.

Brett kept the kiss innocent and sweet, but couldn't stop his arm snaking around Santana's middle to pull her closer. He kept moving his lips against Santana's full ones and wrapped both arms around the smaller girl, pulling her into a tight hug. Santana pulled back with a small gasp and licked her lips. She leaned her head against Brett's shoulder and kissed his neck. "I want to see you again.." She whispered and held her breath, waiting for a reaction.

With her head hidden in the crook of Brett's neck, Santana wasn't able to see Brett's huge smile.

"You will, I promise." He mumbled against her head, taking in her coconut scent. "I'll be back in town in a few weeks, when I'm on my summer break. And until then, I'll just come back every weekend!"

Santana pushed him away for a bit, looking shocked.

"What? No, Brett! Visiting every weekend is going to cost a fortune.." She started. Brett quickly shut her up by pressing his lips against hers again. "Let me worry about the costs, okay? Just make sure you've got time to see me." He whispered and kissed her forehead. Santana blushed and slowly nodded. She pulled Brett into a tight embrace and kissed his cheeks.

"You are pretty amazing, Brett Pierce." She mumbled, making the tall blonde blush like a teenage boy.

AN: I apologize for the short chapters and the slow updating! I'm going to be working on both…

What do you think so far? Maybe you can all guess in what direction this all is going, hearing more about Brett's father. Hard to believe I'm going to make Brett come out like a jerk, huh? Just wait and see…