Thanks for all the reviews last chapter. I'm glad that so many of you like this story. I hope to have the next and final chapter up over the weekend, but most likely it will be next week on either Tuesday or Wednesday.
"You sure seem happy even though we have to make a long ass run today." Puck says as he and Brett pack up their bikes.
"If you must know I had an amazing date with Santana last night and we have another date on Friday." Brett says not even trying to hide his smile.
"You mean if we are back by then." Puck says.
"Puck I know we will be back in time since this ride only takes two days." Brett says.
"Yeah, but I have some lady friends to visit." Puck tries to reason.
"We will not be stopping so you can have sex." Brett sternly tells him.
"Oh come on don't be a party pooper." Puck says. "It's not like you've had any lately I'm sure it will improve your mood." Puck says smirking.
"Over my dead body will you possibly ruin my new relationship." Brett growls.
After that Puck drops it seeing how pissed his friend and their president is. He doesn't want to end up beat up or anything. His friend can be downright scary when he wants to be.
"Come on we'd better be heading off." Brett says starting his bike.
"Sure are we meeting the others?" Puck asks.
"Yes," is all Brett says.
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Santana groans in frustration slamming her hands on the table.
"I can't believe we can't figure this out!" Santana shouts.
"Calm down, we will." Quinn says much calmer, but also just as frustrated.
They've been at this for a week and still barely have the bottom half of the gang figured out. No one in this town is talking. Their only help is the police who have only busted a few members of the gang that are confirmed. A few others are suspected, but for the most part either the gang members don't get arrested (unlikely) or they hid their connections well.
"How can I calm down when the highest member of the Fang we've figured out is dead?" Santana asks pacing.
"Jesse St. James, treasurer." Quinn lists off.
"We don't know who's in charge or any of their deputies." Santana growls. "If I wasn't so pissed off I'd be impressed at how they've managed to stay off of our radar."
"And even with everything stacked against us I'm sure we'll figure it out." Quinn reassures her.
"We could put a tail on several of the lower levels to see if we can find out where this gang's headquarters are." Santana says jumping back up.
"We shouldn't use the police force here. Who knows if they've bought any of them off. We should call in for about fifteen agents." Quinn suggests.
Santana nods completely agreeing with her partner. Over the last week she's come to respect and even think of Quinn as a friend.
"Santana, your phone is going off." Quinn says breaking her out of her thoughts.
From Brett: Just got back, sorry it took longer than expected. My best friend got into a bar fight and it took two days to get him out.
To Brett: It's okay, I'm just glad your back in time for our date.
To Brett: That is if we're still on.
From Brett: Of course we are, you're all I could think of the whole time I've been away.
To Brett: I've missed you too.
From Brett: Are you done with work?
To Brett: I can be why?
From Brett: Come outside.
To Brett: Why?
From Brett: Just come outside.
Santana smiles at her phone. She'd been pissed when Brett texted her saying he wouldn't be back until Friday. But now that she knows the reason why, she can't help but smile at how nice he is. He's such a thoughtful and loyal man.
"You have that Brett texted you smile." Quinn says glad that Santana has found someone who calms down her harsh personality.
"He just got back, you don't mind if I leave?" Santana asks.
"Go it's not like we're going to find anything out until our soon to be trails find something." Quinn says motioning for her to leave.
"Thanks Q,"
Santana flies out of the building and is headed towards her car when she sees Brett leaning against a black Dodge Challenger.
"Brett!" Santana shouts running over to him.
She leaps into his arms nearly knocking him over. Luckily though he catches her. She kisses him hard, full of miss and want.
"Wow that's some welcome." Brett says when Santana breaks their kiss.
"I missed you." Santana says snuggling into his side as he puts her down.
"I missed you too San." Brett whispers. "Sorry it took so long for me to get back."
"Hush B, you don't need to apologize. I completely understand." Santana says giving him a kiss on the cheek.
"I was hoping we could leave now on our date." Brett says looking down at her.
"Brett?! I'm not ready, look at my hair." Santana all but shouts.
"You look absolutely beautiful." Brett says smiling down at her.
"Fine, you're a charmer you know." Santana says shaking her head as he jumps up and opens the door for her. "But if you try to charm anyone else I'll castrate you." she warns sliding in the car.
Brett freezes when he hears this for a second.
"I won't," he says shutting the door.
Santana smiles at this, she's not sure if she can trust him on that, but she's going to.
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"You better be fucking nice to her." Brett growls at his friends and brother.
"Dude we totally will." Mike softly says smiling at his friend and boss.
"Yeah man calm the fuck down." Bryon says slapping his brother on the back.
"I still can't believe you've managed to keep her away from us for the two months you've been dating." Puck says.
"Shut up, I didn't want you guys scaring her away." Brett says shoving Puck away.
The guys all joke around shoving each other before someone clears their throat to get their attention.
"Babe," Brett shouts running over to her.
Santana smiles as her boyfriend runs over and picks her up, kissing her deeply.
"Hey B," Santana softly says smiling as Brett puts her back on the ground.
Brett wraps his arm around his girlfriend. He smiles at the thought of her being his girlfriend. They hadn't talked about it or anything just one day a few weeks ago he referred to her as his girlfriend. Since then they both have been calling each other boyfriend and girlfriend.
"If the guys say anything inappropriate to you, tell me and I'll set them straight." Brett says as they walk over.
"Where are the women?" Santana asks only having noticed guys around their age.
"I don't have any sisters, my mom is currently in New York with my dad and I'd never have you meet any of the hoes they're sleeping with." Brett softly says.
"Dude who is this hottie and does she have a sister?" Puck asks walking over and smiling at the woman tucked into his best friend's side.
"Puck be nice, this is my girlfriend Santana Lopez. Santana this is my best friend Noah Puckerman, but everyone calls him Puck." Brett says as Puck bows. "Though I honestly don't know why I'm friends with him."
"Hey," Puck says punching Brett in the arm.
"It's nice to meet you Puck." Santana sweetly says.
Brett gives Puck a look of you fucking better be nice.
"It's very nice to meet you as well Santana. I'm so glad you could come today, Brett here is always talking about you." Puck says earning him an elbow to the gut.
"Shut it," Brett growls.
"I've been wanting to meet you all for a few weeks." Santana happily says as they walk towards the other men.
"Brett, whoa your old lady if fucking hot." Sam says noticing them come over.
"And you'd better keep your grubby hands off of her." Brett half jokes.
"Sam Evans, if you ever need your car tricked out I'll be happy to do it for you." Sam says pulling Santana into a friendly hug.
"It's nice to meet you Sam and I just might take you up on that offer." Santana says snuggling back into Brett's side.
"San this idiot over here waving is my little brother Bryon Pierce, Bryon this is my girlfriend Santana Lopez." Brett says.
"I've heard so much about you; it's so nice to meet you finally." Santana says excited to meet a member of Brett's family.
"Only nice things I hope." Bryon says. "It's nice to finally meet the woman who has stolen our Brett's heart."
It surprises Brett how nice his little brother is being.
"Well aren't you just a sweetheart." Santana says.
"Moving on from my little brother, this is my dance buddy Mike Chang. We have dance battles at every party or club we attend." Brett tells her.
Both Mike and Santana says hi.
"And this giant is Finn Hudson." Brett says.
"It's nice to meet you all finally and I look forward to getting to know you all." Santana says still snuggled into Brett's side.
Over the next four hours they eat lunch, Santana learns more about all of them, they learn more about Santana and they get a game of volleyball going.
"So are we staying or do you need us to make ourselves scares?" Puck asks Brett while Santana's using the bathroom.
"Yeah that would be nice and stay at the club house tonight." Brett says.
"Finally going to do the deed huh?" Puck says just as Santana comes walking over.
"Shut it," Brett growls.
"Leave my man alone." Santana says giving him a kiss on the cheek.
Brett smirks over at Puck as Santana settles herself back into his lap. Puck's about to say something when Bryon, pretty drunk comes over.
"Let's go party!" he shouts.
"I think we'll all head out and go clubbing." Puck says. "We'll leave you two alone."
"I think we'll all head out and go clubbing." Puck says. "We'll leave you two alone."
With that all the guys leave Brett and Santana alone in his big house.
"So we're all alone now." Santana whispers turning to face him.
"Yes we are," Brett whispers kissing her as he stands up with her in his arms.
"Take me to your room." Santana orders.
"Yes ma' lady." Brett says kissing her.
They continue to kiss as Brett fumbles his way up to his room. He falls on his king sized bed, her on top of him.
"Love the room," Santana says looking around quickly.
"It's just a place to sleep." Brett says reattaching their lips.
"Such a bachelor." Santana chuckles sitting back to whip off her shirt. "Now get undressed. I want you so bad." she moans.
"Oh fuck you're fucking hot." Brett moans staring at her amazing boobs.
He reaches out to cup her boobs. She moans as he starts squeezing them.
"Clothes off now." Santana manages to moan literally ripping his shirt off. "Holy abs," she moans running her fingers over his abs.
"So fucking hot," Brett moans flipping them over so he's on top.
He peels her jeans off while kicking his own off. Moaning when she grabs his bulge. He's already really hard and almost ready to come.
"Shit babe I'm going to blow my load if you don't stop." Brett moans.
Santana stops and instead pulls down his boxers, eyes widening when she sees how big he is. Smirking she knew he was well off, but damn he's really well off.
"Do you have a condom?" Santana asks not wanting to risk getting pregnant.
"Yes I do," Brett says leaning over to his nightstand.
"Good, I'd hate to stop." Santana says pulling her underwear off as he rolls the condom on.
"You are so beautiful." Brett softly says placing his hands on either side of her head.
"I'm sopping wet I need you in me now." Santana moans pulling him into a kiss.
With that he grabs himself, lining up and plunging into her. They both moan as he pushes in watching her face for any discomfort.
"So full," Santana moans gripping his back hard.
"Oh god," Brett moans.
He slowly starts pumping in and out of her. Relishing the fact that he's inside of this amazing woman.
"Faster," Santana moans thrusting up into him.
He speeds up his thrusts, biting his tongue as he tries to hold off as long as he can.
"Fucking shit baby I'm going come." Brett moans.
He moans even more as he fills up the condom, his hand making it's way down to her clit. He starts rubbing building her up and up until she screams as she comes.
"I feel so empty now." Santana moans snuggling into his muscular body.
"That was amazing, I'm so glad we waited." Brett says kissing her gently.
"So am I, it feels so much better when feeling are involved." Santana softly says.
Brett looks down at her smiling lovingly up at him. He's known for a while that he's fallen deep in love with her, but hasn't had the courage to say so.
"You know I care deeply for you." Brett softly says cupping her face.
"I know," Santana says.
Brett takes a deep breath before he speaks.
"I'm in love with you."
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Brett pulls up to the police station, parking his car and running around to open Santana's door.
"Have a good day at work." Brett says kissing her.
"Thanks for the ride." Santana softly says. "I love you."
"I love you too baby, I'll pick you up at six?" Brett asks.
"Of course," Santana says kissing him one last time.
She heads inside the building wishing that she could spend more time with her boyfriend instead of at work. She spent all weekend at his house having sex and spending his money on decorative items for his house which desperately needs a woman's touch. In just two days she's made it seem more homey.
"I take it you spent the weekend with Brett." Quinn says when Santana walks in with a huge smile.
"Yes I did," Santana says smiling even bigger.
"Well I have even better news than you finally having sex with your boyfriend." Quinn says causing Santana to look up at her.
"How do you know?" Santana questions.
"It's obvious, you're like glowing." Quinn says.
"Great now everyone's going know." Santana grumbles as they head back into their section of the station.
"Don't worry, now listen to me as I have huge news. We've found the Fang's clubhouse." Quinn all but shouts.
"Wait really?" Santana asks stopping Quinn.
"Yes, we have a few agents watching the place now to see when people arrive and will call when a good number are there." Quinn informs her.
"I take it all the other agents are here and we're going to plan how to take this clubhouse?" Santana asks.
"Yes and they'll never see it coming." Quinn says smiling.
"And we can finally leave this small town." Santana says not even thinking of the fact she'll have to leave Brett.
They walk into the conference room with the other agents and start planning.
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Brett walks into the garage whistling. He's extremely happy for obvious reasons, but also because he just got word that a part for his new bike that he's building just came in. The only thing that could make this moment better would be if Santana was here.
"Looks like someone finally tapped their old lady." Puck shouts.
"Sex looks good on you." Mike teases.
"Oh shut it." Brett shouts.
"What not going to tell us about the amazing sex you had?" Finn asks carrying a tire over.
"Hell no, none of you will ever hear or see my old lady naked and what we do." Brett growls.
"Whoa bro we're just trying to have a little fun." Bryon says coming out of the back.
"Yeah well don't talk about my girl like that." Brett says.
"Okay man, teasing you about Santana is off the table." Puck says always the first to tease and the first to stop.
They've all started working on four cars when one of the prospects comes running in.
"Cops! Cops are coming!" he yells.
"Shit!" Brett shouts half because of the cops and half because he hit his head.
They are scurrying around trying to find a hiding spot for their personal stashes that they keep here. Most of the product is stored elsewhere.
"Puck, Sam, Finn you three head out of town and up to Cleveland. Go get my lawyer and bring him back." Brett orders. "Bryon, Mike take the prospects and the few members we have here to my house."
"What about you?" Bryon asks.
"I'll deal with the cops." Brett says ushering them all out the back.
He stands in the middle of the garage waiting for the cops to show up. He only has to wait a minute before the garage door is busted open and FBI agents come storming in.
"Shit," Brett whispers to himself.
"Put your hands up!"
"Brett!" Santana shouts when she walks in to see her boyfriend standing there.
Brett looks up when she says his name.
"San?"
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Santana's in complete and utter shock at the fact that she just arrested her boyfriend on gun charges that probably won't stick and the fact that he's part of the gang she's been chasing for months. How did she not realize?
"Santana are you okay?" Quinn asks weary of upsetting her already upset partner.
"I need to see him." is all Santana says as she walks into the jail.
Santana marches all the way to Brett's cell calling for a guard to bring him to an interview room. Brett shakes a little at her glare. Neither say anything as Santana marches them down the hall.
"You all can leave. I need to question him alone." Santana says.
Brett wants to wrap his arms around her, but knows better than to.
"What the hell is going on? Why the hell where you at the Fang's building? Are you part of the biker gang Fang?" Santana shoots off all at once.
"San," Brett softly says biting his lip. "I can't tell you anything."
Santana closes her eyes as deep down she knows the answer to her own questions.
"I'm sorry San," Brett says. "If I could tell you, I would."
"I already know and I have to say that we are through." Santana says knocking on the door to leave.
"San!" Brett shouts as she leaves.
Santana sobs as she leaves, this is the hardest thing she's ever had to do.
An hour later Brett's lawyer is leading him out of the jail being as they don't have any proof of their charges. Though Brett would give anything even his freedom to have Santana back.