CH3.
Brett kept his word and every weekend, he visited the hard working Latina. Santana called him an idiot for spending all that money on plane tickets, but secretly loved seeing him every weekend. She made sure she was off as much as possible and if not, Brett kept her company when she had to work at the diner.
When they were apart, they tried to call and text each other as much as they could. It was hard, though, with Brett studying and Santana working crazy hours. But they made it work. Santana was falling, hard and although it scared her, she felt thrilled at the same time. Brett was a great guy, he was caring and funny. He was always looking out for her and not to mention his looks… She loved his height and muscular body, his boyish face and strong jawline.. And then there were those big, blue eyes, which seemed to look right through her soul.
Yep, Santana Lopez was falling in love and loving every minute of it.
So, of course, Santana was bummed out when Brett had to cancel a date, one weekend. He had plans with his parents which he couldn't get out of. Although Santana felt bad, missing out on spending time with him, she was relieved to be able to accept an extra shift at the catering company, working on a private party. It paid better than the diner and Santana could use to money, wanting to surprise Brett with a special date; paid by her, for once.
Hey baby, thinking about you xB.
Santana bit her lip and quickly replied to Brett's text.
Miss you, see you tomorrw? Battery is almost dead, so I will talk to you when I'm done baby. xoSan.
After that, she quickly put her phone away and put her apron on, before reporting to her colleague in charge. Within minutes she was carrying out tray after tray full of the most decadent finger food and expensive drinks. The guests weren't all too bad, at least there weren't any young guys trying to feel her up or something…
When Santana walked back in the kitchen, bringing back empty trays, her colleague Quinn handed her a bottle of water.
"Hey S. How are you doing?"
Santana smiled at the blonde and shrugged. "Same old, I guess." The two girls laughed and Quinn nodded in agreement. Santana met Quinn through work and though they don't really meet up outside work, Santana did consider Quinn to be her friend. "It's about to pick up, though." Quinn warned the Latina. "From what I heard, the youngers are about to walk through the door."
Santana sighed, "I should have known it looked too good to be true." Quinn grinned, "I know, right? I thought we could have an easy night, with all the old folks." Santana laughed at that. "Well, whatcha gonna do about it?"
The girls quickly gulped down their water and sneaked in a little snack, before being send out again. Santana heard Quinn sigh and looked up. The Latina suppressed a groan when she followed Quinn's look and noticed a group of young suits walking in. The girls shared a look, before plastering on a smile as they continued their work.
Santana tried to ignore the young guys walking in, which seemed difficult, seeing how loud they were. When she passed Quinn, the blonde whispered, "God, they are so annoying. See the guy with the huge ass lips?!" Santana snorted and tried to keep a straight face, while serving the guests.
When the girls met in the back again, Quinn immediately launched into a story on the guppylipped guy.
"And then, seriously, then he asked me if I could serve him next time, wearing nothing but this stupid apron. Can you believe it? God, these guys are such jerks!"
Santana laughed at the girl's stories. Most of the time, she agreed. But after meeting Brett, she didn't want to jump to conclusions about people she hadn't really got to know yet.
"Don't you agree?" Quinn asked, snapping Santana back from her thoughts about Brett.
"Sorry, what?" She quickly said. Quinn laughed, "Girl, what's going on with you? Wait.. Are you still seeing that guy from a couple of weeks ago?" When Santana didn't say anything, Quinn grinned.
"Oh my god! I thought Spanish people didn't blush or something! You totally got the hots for him, don't you?"
Santana grumbled, "Stop it, Q… Okay, okay.." She quickly explained how sweet and funny Brett was and couldn't help but feel pride when she told Quinn about the effort Brett made to visit her each weekend.
"Ahw San, that's so cute! Wait.. So he isn't like those guys out there? Despite his.. Well.. Wealth?" She asked incredulous.
Santana shook her head. "No, Q. Trust me. When we're together it's just.. Us. You know, no statuses or money issues. We don't care about that."
Quinn quickly jumped over and hugged her friend. "I'm so glad for you, Santana! Just.. Be careful, okay?" She added quietly before letting go. Santana smiled, "I am. I promise." She knew she could trust Quinn. After her first date with Brett, Santana needed to spill to somebody and thankfully, she worked with Quinn the night after and she was more than willing to listen.
"Okay, we can do this, only a few more hours!" Quinn exclaimed, trying to get pumped up. Santana laughed and nodded, "Let's go!" The couple walked back out, with renewed enthusiasm and filled up trays. Santana took a deep breath, before walking up the group of guys.
"Drinks, anyone?" She asked sweetly. The guy Quinn mentioned turned around and grinned, "Well look at that, is it me, or is the staff as delicious as the food?" He winked, making Santana want to gag. The Latina quickly smiled though and offered him a drink. When she turned to offer the other guys a glass too, Santana was faced with the guy who was dominating her every thought.
"Brett.." She let out and smiled widely.
The tall blonde's eyes widened when he noticed Santana and he smiled back, "Hey San.." He started, but then remember where they were. Brett quickly cleared his throat and looked over his shoulder to see where his father was standing. He grabbed a glass from the tray Santana was carrying and gave her a nod.
Santana frowned, surprised by Brett's presence and his cold demeanor. She was quickly distracted by the other guests, though and with the guys drinking the alcohol like it's lemonade, she needed to get back for more. Santana tried to catch Brett's eye, before walking back to the kitchen, but he simply looked away. Santana shook her head, trying to figure out what was going on and quietly excuses herself.
Brett watched her walk away and he swallowed heavily. He hadn't exactly told his family or friends about Santana, because he knew how they would react. Especially his father would be on his ass about having a girl like Santana in his life.
A girl like Santana, what the hell is that even supposed to mean.. Brett thought and groaned. He knew what his father would think about his only son bringing home a girl from such a different background. His father wanted to set him up with a nice girl from a wealthy family, going to an Ivy League College like Brett. He wouldn't approve of a girl like Santana, even with all her talents and caring personality. All he would see, was her status, just like his friends would.
What am I going to do.. Brett started to panic when he noticed Santana walking back up to them.
"Hey Brett.." Santana started with a small smile.
Brett cleared his throat, "H-hey San..tana, Santana.. How are you?" He asked quietly and quickly looked around. Santana watched the blonde with a frown. "I'm fine.. Are you okay?" She asked. Brett nodded, "Yeah, sure." Santana nodded.
"So this was the family thing, huh?" She asked.
Brett nodded, "Yeah, my dad and his business.. You know.."
Santana didn't, so she simply shrugged. "Yeah.." She frowned again, why is this so awkward..
"So.." Brett started. Santana looked up, hopeful. "Yeah?" But before Brett could continue, a tall guy interrupted by slapping Brett on the shoulder. Santana scowled at him, annoyed with the interruption.
"What's going on here, huh?" The guy grinned slyly. "Hitting on the staff, I see?"
Brett started to stammer, "No.. I.. She.. I was just.."
".. Getting a drink." Santana simply finished for him, looking at Brett's face, trying to catch his eyes, but failing miserably.
"I see, well allow me to introduce myself, the name's Sebastian Smythe. And what's your name, girl?"
Santana clenched her jaw when she heard the derogatory way this.. Sebastian, called her girl.
"I don't really see how our names are needed here, sir." She said as sweetly as possible.
Sebastian laughed, "Feisty. I like it." He winked again and looked at Brett. "Let's go get a smoke, man."
Brett nodded, "Yeah, that's cool." Sebastian grinned, "Excellent. Thanks for the drink, girl."
Santana grinded her teeth to keep her from lashing out and nodded. Sebastian laughed and walked up his friends, leaving Brett and Santana standing together. When the blonde guy still didn't look at her, Santana shook her head and started to clear the tables. She couldn't understand why Brett was simply ignoring her and wondered if he was ashamed of her. He didn't stand up for her when this Sebastian kid was simply offending her, hell, he couldn't even look at her.
"I'm an idiot.." She mumbled softly to herself. Brett was still torn up. He knew her was hurting Santana or at least confusing the hell out of her. But he wasn't sure how to fix it. He couldn't just hug her, like he wanted to. Not without Smythe nearby and certainly not with his father in the same room, with his prejudice attitude. So, he kept quiet, hoping Santana would say something. Maybe she would lighten the mood like she did last week, when they went to the movies and Brett found the ending too sad.
When Santana's tray was filled with empty glasses, she turned around and found Brett staring at her. She waited a second, hoping he would talk already, but when he didn't, Santana shook her head.
"Can I get anything else for you, Sir?" She sneered. Brett gulped and shook his head.
"Ah there he his, Brett, my boy, come here!" Two tall men, looking handsome and self-assured walked up to the couple. "I was just telling Smythe Sr. over here about our little teamwork, the other day." Santana's eyes went from Brett to the man talking to him and even a blind man would notice the similarities between the two; it was more than obvious Santana was faced with Brett's father.
Well.. They certainly share some goodlooking genes.. Santana mused.
"Hello? Habla Inglés?" She quickly snapped out of her musings when she heard the annoyed Spanish words.
"Excuse me?" Santana stammered.
Mr. Pierce sighed demonstrative, "Geez.. It's always the same with these immigrants. Wanting to work, but not learning the language. It's ridiculous! Next time I only want Americans working my party." He huffed.
Santana's jaw dropped and she quickly looked over to Brett. His blue eyes were widened in shock, "Dad.." He mumbled, clearly embarrassed. Mr. Pierce looked down at his son, surprise evident in his face. "What is it, son?"
"You can't speak to people like that.." Brett tried.
His father laughed, "Oh come on, kid. Grow up. Look, I can understand why people come to America, really, I do! I mean, look at me. I was just a poor kids from a small country on the other end of the world. But I worked hard, boy. And look at us now!" He smiled proudly. "I'm here, because of working hard with my own two hands!" He held out his large hands. "By working, learning, starting with the language."
John Pierce looked back to Santana, who was still standing in shock. He raised an eyebrow and smirked.
"You. Can. Go. Now." He said, pronouncing each word louder, like Santana was some sort of retard.
"God.. Sometimes I really do think you should do things yourself, if you want them to be done correctly." With that, he turned around, placing his hand in Brett's neck to pull him along. "I've got a cigar with your name on it, Brett my boy."
Santana swallowed heavily and felt hot tears prickle in her eyes. Brett tried looking over his shoulder, but let his father lead him outside. Santana's lip trembled and she quickly walked back to the kitchen. She forgot about the tray of glasses and ripped her apron off. Quinn walked in the kitchen, laughing with one of the other girls, when she noticed Santana. She gasped and quickly cleared her arms, to wrap them around the trembling Latina.
"San! Sweetheart, what is it? What's going on?!"
Santana couldn't speak, she started to sob into Quinn's neck and held on tight to the girl. Quinn's eyes were widened in shock and she softly stroked Santana's back.
"It's okay, honey. Deep breaths.."
After a couple of minutes, Santana finally calmed down enough to tell Quinn what happened.
"You were right, Q.. He isn't any different.. He's just a jerk. And I can't believe I fell for it!"
Quinn nodded sadly. From Santana's stories, she really thought this guy was different, but seeing Santana's tears.
"And I knew it, Quinn! I knew it! That's why I didn't want to fall for him in the first place. But he was so sweet, Q.. I just don't understand.. Why can't people just look passed things? I'll never be good enough for him.."
Quinn clenched her jaw hearing that.
"No, Santana, stop it. Stop talking like that!"
Santana looked up and wiped her nose with her sleeve.
"Well, that's how it is, isn't it? I'm not good enough for him, I'm not rich enough, not white enough, apparently.." When Quinn opened her mouth to object, Santana shook her head.
"No, Q. You're sweet, but he didn't stand up for me. He just stood there, nodding along. I'm just an idiot.." She whispered. Quinn sighed and pulled Santana back into her arms. Santana closed her eyes and allowed Quinn to comfort her, even though she felt numb. In the short amount of time she and Brett spend together, she really thought she got the know the guy.
But the guy she knew, would never allow somebody to talk her down like that…
"Thanks Quinn, for everything." Santana whispered when they said their goodbyes. Quinn simply nodded and kissed the Latina's forehead. "Take it easy, okay?" With that, she turned around and let Santana enter her house. Quinn actually lived close by and offered to drive Santana home, even though she would have to walk the last part. Santana wanted to object, but was too tired. After waving her friend of, Santana let herself inside and immediately went to her bathroom where she stripped down and took a quick shower.
When she got out, Santana slipped on some underwear and t-shirt and made her way to her bedroom. She quickly put some stuff away and put her phone on the charger so she could set her alarm. Santana sighed and lay on her back, while thinking back to her encounter with Brett and his father. She shook her head, not able to believe the attitude his father gave her. She found Brett's lack of support even more unbelievable though.
Santana turned around when she heard her phone buzz several times. When she opened it, she let out a groan, seeing the missed calls and texts from Brett. She quickly sat up and swallowed when she opened one of the texts.
Let me explain, please.
She shook her head and randomly opened another one.
Santana, baby, please, you know how it is, you know how they get..
Santana scoffed, "Well, apparently you do too." She mumbled and opened another one.
Will you at least let me know if you got home okay?
Santana clenched her jaw, hating the treacherous tears that ran down her cheeks. She took a deep breath before composing a reply. When she was done, she furiously wiped away the tears, turned the alarm on and sound from the phone off. Santana pulled the covers over her head and shook her head.
"Damn you Brett Pierce."
In the meanwhile, Brett was still pacing in his room. This whole weekend was a fiasco. He worked with his father during the week, together trying to close some interesting deals, with success. Of course, his father wanted to celebrate it, by throwing one of his expensive parties, showing of their money and success. Brett hadn't thought about the possibly of running into Santana… After he went outside with his father to smoke the stinking cigars, he tried to forget about the Latina; just for the night.
But when he walked back in the room, half an hour later, his eyes immediately searched for the beautiful, tanned girl. To Brett's disappointment, he didn't see her again during the night and he had Sebastian following him around the place, making it impossible for Brett to go searching inside the kitchens. Finally, Sebastian was getting sick of Brett's lack of response and the guy walked away from him, allowing Brett to walk in to the kitchen without being questioned.
He frowned when he couldn't find Santana there either and he felt his heart plumped inside his chest when he overheard two girls.
"No, she was pretty upset, I don't know why.. She went home about an hour ago, so.."
Brett quickly made his way outside the kitchen and pulled out his phone, immediately shooting out texts, before trying to call Santana. After about fifteen texts with apologies and pleading her to let him explain, he gave up and just asked her if she got home okay.
He didn't get a response until he was home, pacing in his room in hopes of coming up with a solution.
I really don't see why that's any of your business. Just leave me alone, I don't think your daddy would approve of you talking to me, huh, boy? You're a pussy, Brett Pierce.
Brett sunk down on his bed and dropped his phone. He leaned his elbows on his knees and held his head in his hands.
"I'm an idiot.." He mumbled to himself.
AN: I am sooo sorry for the delay. Somehow I really wasn't feeling it, I'm not overly thrilled with this chapter either, but I didn't want to leave you hanging, so. Here it is.
Be gentle with the comments, huh.. English Not my native etc. But do review, 'cause I love me some reviews! How are you like Brett now, ey?