AN: Writersblock, real life got in the way… You know how it is. Here's a shorty, I'm trying to get back into writing. All mistakes are mine, I'm a lazy btch and don't feel like checking too much, so. Sorry about that.

CH4.

"Oh god, San.. " Brett moaned and pushed his hand through the Latina's hair. "Keep going.." The blond guy closed his eyes and simply enjoyed Santana's mouth around his dick. The brunette took his cock deeper in her mouth and ran her tongue over the tip. Her quiet moans vibrating around his hard member, making Brett buck his hips up. "Feels so good.."

Brett groaned when he heard his cellphone ring and he tried to ignore it.

"Don't stop, please.." He pleaded, but the phone kept ringing. When Brett opened his eyes again, he quickly sat up and sighed deeply. "Great.. Another dream.." He mumbled and pulled the blankets up and noticed his morningwood. With a groan he dropped the covers and reached for his phone.

"What?!" Brett barked.

"Brett? Honey?" His mother's voice was full of concern, filling Brett with regret.

"Oh hey mom, sorry.. You woke me up. How are you?" He dropped down on his back and held back a sigh.

"I'm fine, dear. I'm sorry I woke you up.. How are you, son?"

"I'm fine, mom. And it's okay, I needed to get up anyway.." Brett held the phone between his shoulder and ear and got out of bed. He quickly got some sweats on, but didn't bother to put on a t-shirt.

"I miss you, honey. Are you coming home, any time soon?"

Brett sighed. The last couple of weeks, he spend all his time in New York, walking around Bushwick, hanging around the NYU-campus. Okay, so yeah. He was acting a little bit like a stalker.. But he simply couldn't let Santana go. Brett knew he stuffed up – big time, but he also fell in love with the Latina. The time he got to spend with her, wrapped up in their own little bubble, watching movies and hanging out, was by far the best time of Brett's life. He wasn't used to the simple life Santana lived. Santana managed to surprise him, by taking him rollerblading and having a picknick in the park. Brett had some of the sandwiches he ever tasted and he felt happy and complete, holding Santana on her old couch, watching a dumb chickflick.

And he threw it all away, by being the idiot his father raised him to be.

"Brett? Are you there?" His mother's concerned voice snapped Brett out of his thoughts. "I asked if you're coming home soon. I was hoping to see you before your father and I head back to Holland.."

"Yeah, sorry mom, I'm still here." Brett ran a hand through his short blonde hair and he bit his lip. "I'll come up next weekend, is that okay?"

"Oh honey, that's great! I'm so happy, of course it's okay!"

Brett smiled hearing the excitement in his mother's voice and he had to admit; he missed his mother. His father called him almost daily, most calls only regarding work related stuff and he didn't really missed those conversations.. Brett's calls with his mother were mostly about his daily life and health or about his mother's cooking and how much he missed it.

"Okay so I will you see next week. I can't wait, Babyboy. I promise to make you your favorite chicken dish!"

After saying goodbye to his mother and ending the conversation, Brett dropped his phone on his bed and made his way to the kitchen. He turned the coffee machine on and waited in front of the window for his coffee to finished, while watching the park below. Brett sighed, his apartment was one of the most luxurious, with an amazing view, filled with expensive furniture, but it didn't feel like home. When Brett thought about it, it had never felt like home, not really. He loved the view and the modern stainless steel kitchen, with high tech appliances, but to be honest; he would trade it all for a house with more warmth, for a home.

Whether Brett liked it or not; his thoughts drifted off again and he found himself thinking about Santana's small living room. The old couch filled with cushions, surrounded by blankets. The small dining table, set with different kinds of plates and glasses, never matching. Brett frowned when he looked around. His apartment looked like it came straight from a brochure or a movieset or something. His kitchen barely used and his living room was cold and detached. He sighed and turned to the beeping coffee maker to grab his coffee; a simple, black coffee.

"This isn't New York, honey. No fancy Starbucks here."

Brett remembered Santana's teasing when he asked for a Latte Macchiato, the first time he visited her in the diner she worked at. She served him a simple coffee and ever since, it was all he drank. Well, next to hot cacao of course.

Within seconds, he finished his steaming coffee, desperately trying to wash away any thought of the beautiful Latina. After her final text that night, Brett continued to text and call Santana, but she never picked up or replied. Brett didn't give up, though and every evening, he would send the brunette a text, asking her about her day and wishing her a good night sleep.

In between his job and classes, he would walk around Bushwick, NYU-campus and Central Park, hoping he would run into Santana. So far, no luck. But even if Brett wanted to, he couldn't stop. He fell too deep and couldn't give up. He decided to give it one last week, before he would look up her address and pay her a visit. He needed to explain himself, to beg for forgiveness; he needed Santana back.

"Honey, I'm home!" Santana chuckled and threw her keys in the bowl next to the dear. She kicked her shoes off and immediately walked to the couch and dropped down on it.

"Hey babe, how was work?"

Santana smiled when she felt a hand ruffle through her hair and she let out a groan.

"Busy, my feet are killing me."

Working as a waitress wasn't anything new for the Latina, but working at a coffee shop in NY was a bit different from the slow diner back home. Helping customers getting their caffeine fix for hours in a row, combined with her studies and the occasional evening bartending, drained Santana from her energy, leaving not much time for a social life or a few days' rest.

"You could always slow down, you know."

Santana shrugged and turned on her back. She lifted her feet and allowed Puck to sit down. He immediately pulled her legs over his lap and pulled her socks off. Santana grinned and closed her eyes, planning to fully enjoy the footmassage Puck was about to give her. She let out a quiet moan when she felt his hands rub her tired feet and shrugged.

"You know I need the money, Noah."

Puck scoffed, "Please, San, you've got your scholarship, we split all our bills 50/50 and you never go out! You don't need to work 8 hours on a school day."

Santana opened one eye and looked at her friend, who kept his eyes on his massaging hands. Santana smiled and watched how Puck frowned, oblivious to Santana's staring and concentrated on massaging her feet. She knew she would be forever grateful for him. After her 'fight' with Brett, Santana only stayed a few more weeks in Lima, before deciding she was done with Ohio. She called up her best friend and briefly explained the situation. Immediately, Puck hooked Santana up with a job and managed to make his small studio suitable for two. At least for a little while.

However, the couple learned all too soon, the studio was truly meant for one person. To prevent them from fighting, Puck quickly used his New York contacts and managed to get them a two bedroom apartment, in the same neighborhood. Their new home wasn't much bigger, but they could work with it and now both had their own bedrooms to go back to. In the small kitchen, Puck build a simple dining table, since Santana insisted on having one, so they could have proper meals on a real table. Other than that, they managed to pick up a decent looking couch from a thrift shop and Puck brought along his big screen TV and Xbox.

The two friends learned they didn't need much else, with both of them gone a lot, working and classes. It took them both some time to adjust, but Santana found herself enjoying living with her best friend. She wasn't just doing this to avoid the expensive, Santana liked coming home to someone. Having someone to share her meals and days with, to watch a movie with or just hang out. The Latina had to admit; she wouldn't know what to do without Puck.

After she broke things off with Brett, she was lost for a moment. She let herself get carried away, get lost in her feelings for the handsome blond and she was regretting things now. She fell too fast, too deep and even now, several weeks later, she thought about Brett all the time. She avoided Central Park, though, remembering how close by he lived. And when she noticed a tall guy, with just the same kind of hair like him, she would walk the other way; just in case.

Forgetting Brett was impossible, even if Santana wanted to; the blond kept texting her and Santana loved it, just a tiny bit more than she hated it. The texts were always full of concern for the Latina and filled with sweet words, making it hard for Santana to hate the guy. She wasn't ready to face him again, though. Maybe one day..

"San?" Puck's low voice snapped Santana back to reality and she looked up to Puck's kind smile. "You okay, chicka?" He chuckled. Santana grinned, "Yeah, sorry about that.." Puck simply nodded, knowing exactly what Santana was thinking.

"Listen, babygirl, I think it would be wise if you'd cut back on some of your shifts."

Santana opened her mouth to protest, but Puck cut her off.

"No, listen to me, San, you don't need to work that hard. You've got your savings and we already paid our rent three months in advance already. And in case you haven't noticed; this isn't exactly Manhattan, we don't pay that much.." Puck chuckled. "We get by fine, I just think you need to think about yourself too. Go out, have fun! The weather isn't going to be like this forever you know, now's the time to visit the parks and go out."

Santana nodded slowly. She was getting tired and it only been a few weeks.

"And you know, maybe you can work one night every two weeks at the bar. Your amount of tips is the highest of all, you would only need one night." Puck continued and pulled her socks back over her bare feet. "Just think about it, okay?" He smiled. Santana nodded again. "You're right, Puck."

Puck smirked, "Well of course I am, did you think otherwise?" Santana laughed and hit his arm. "Yeah, yeah, dream on, bro." Puck laughed along and got up to lean over the Latina. He pressed a gentle kiss on her forehead and smiled, "I just want you to take care of yourself, okay? Now, what do you want to do for dinner? I've seen this restaurant around the block, heard they had amazing pizza's.. Want to go check it out?"

Santana nodded eagerly, "Do they have breadsticks?" She jumped up and stretched. Puck laughed, "You and your breadsticks.. I'm not sure, but I guess they've got 'm.".

"Great, let me take a shower first and then we can go." She smiled and briefly hugged her tall friend. Puck smiled and watched the Latina skip off. If someone would have told him a year ago, that he would like sharing a house with his friend, Puck would have laughed. But now he had to admit; it was pretty great. Santana was one of his oldest and best friends and they took care of each other. It was nice to share a meal at night and to talk about his day. Santana would cheer him up when he was down and she cooked the best eggs and bacon he ever tasted. When she called him for a place to stay and explained to him why she needed to leave town, he didn't hesitate for a second and immediately fixed his place up.

He almost lost it when Santana explained the reason behind her sudden need for a change and he wanted nothing more than to kick this Brett's ass. However, when Santana started to talk more about him, it became obvious to him, how deep Santana had fallen and Puck had to admit Brett didn't seem all that bad, just a bit whipped by his father. Puck couldn't help but wonder if Santana was doing the right thing by ignoring Brett, but he would always back her up, so he didn't question it. Puck was sure Santana knew what she was doing and he would just support her, just like he knew, he got her support, no matter what..

AN: I will try to write more! I just need to get back into the whole writing flow, I guess. I know It's short, but I love to hear what you're all thinking! Is there something you would like to read? Since I'm a bit lost in my writing, I could use the inspiration ;-)

Thanks for reading!