Thanks for the reviews last chapter. A lot happens in this last chapter. I hope you all enjoy. Now with this story done I'm working on a few other requested pieces all of which are genderswap pieces. I hope to start posting some of them in the next week or two.
"So what did she do with the roses you sent?" Puck asks as all the guys are at his house trying to help with his heartbreak.
"Sent them back." Brett sadly says.
"Well what-"
"Don't you all get it she's sent every gift back, won't return my texts or calls and the few times I've seen her, she runs away." Brett shouts. "I don't know what to do so for the love of god don't ask me."
With that he gets up and heads to his room. He really doesn't know what to do anymore. He's tried everything he can think of to win her back, but she just keeps rebuffing his attempts.
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"So we've hit a dead end?" Quinn asks her very stoic partner.
Ever since the raid Quinn has noticed that Santana seems really sad and is quicker to lash out.
"Yet another one." Santana grumbles.
"We'll figure it out. They have to store the guns and drugs somewhere." Quinn says.
"But what if they don't do illegal shit?" Santana questions as it's been on her mind a lot lately.
"We both know they do." Quinn says.
She's also thinking that without Santana they wouldn't know who was at the top of the Fang bike gang.
"It's just hard." Santana softly says.
Quinn smiles sadly at her.
"Agent Lopez!" a police rookie shouts running in. "Someone is out side waiting for you."
"Who?" Santana asks narrowing her eyes.
"I don't know some tall blonde hair guy." the guy says.
"Brett," Santana says shaking her head.
"Do you want me to deal with it?" Quinn asks.
"Would you? Thanks," Santana says relieved that she offered to take care of it.
"Just stay here and think of more people that could be involved. I'll deal with his lord gangster." Quinn jokes.
Quinn walks through the police halls happy that she finally gets to tell this loser off. She smiles as she walks out to see Brett standing at the bottom of the stairs with a single rose.
"You really think this will win her back?" Quinn asks trying hard not to sound mean.
She can tell by the way he's standing there that he really does love her.
"I don't know what to do. She's so angry at me even though I should be mad too since she did lie to me too." Brett says as calmly as he can.
"Maybe if you helped us take down the gang she'd take you back." Quinn offers now feeling slightly bad for him.
"I can't turn my back on my friends." Brett says not about to admit his other fears.
"Then you should give up cause Santana's stubborn and will never talk to you again." Quinn wisely says.
"I can't do that, I love her." Brett says.
"At least give it a break for a while so she can think." Quinn suggests.
"I can do that." Brett says.
Quinn heads back in and Brett jumps on his bike riding for the garage. On the way he notes several undercover cops watching the garage. He tries to ignore them as he pulls up and hops off his bike. Walking in the garage he frowns as it's really quiet.
"Hello!" Brett shouts. "Has anyone noticed the cops watching the place?"
"Hey Brett, I didn't know you were coming in today." Puck says coming out of the office.
"Yeah well I didn't want to sit around my house anymore." Brett tells him. "So where is everyone else?"
"Sam and Mike are out with the tow truck picking up some broken down Mercedes. I don't know where the hell Bryon and Finn have gotten to. Everyone else is dealing with the shipments." Puck explains.
"Well then I guess it's just you and me to fix the mayor's car." Brett says.
"Just like old times." Puck says smiling.
He wants to ask about how things went with Santana, but knows that since he hasn't said anything it couldn't have been good. So he doesn't say anything.
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Santana yawns as she unlocks her apartment door. Since it seems like they'll be here for a while the FBI sprung for two apartments. One for her and the other for Quinn and her boyfriend who comes up every other week. She opens the door and drops her bag, barley making it to the couch before she passes out.
"Shh," someone whispers slowly opening the door.
Two figures sneak in fumbling around, looking for something.
"Shit," one of the figures says when they stub their toe.
This wakes Santana up and she reaches for her gun, but can't find it.
"She's not in there." one of the figures whispers.
"Then she must be in here, turn on a damn light." the other figure says.
Santana has to squint when the blinding lights are turned on. It takes a few moments for all three of them to get used to the light.
"Hello Santana," Bryon says smiling too sweetly at her.
"What are you doing here Bryon?" Santana asks eyeing the hand gun in his hand.
"Well Finn and myself thought that we should pay you visit you know since we now know you're an FBI agent." Bryon says taking a step towards her.
"You should have kept your nose out of club business." Finn says pulling out a knife.
Santana gulps as she backs away from them.
"Now I think you should leave Lima or I'm going to stop by again and it won't be pretty." Bryon says getting up into her face.
"Can't we have a little fun? She's really hot." Finn whines eyeing her.
"If she doesn't leave in the next three days, you can do what you want with her." Bryon says smirking at her.
She licks her lips nervously watching them as they leave. Looking down at her hands she notices that they are shaking. She grabs her purse and heads out. She's on auto pilot and doesn't even notice that she's pulled into Brett's driveway.
Brett who is still up hears someone pull into his driveway. Standing in the doorway he frowns when he sees Santana get out of her rental car.
"San?" Brett says walking down the steps.
"Brett!" Santana sobs running up to him and throwing herself into his arms.
"What's wrong?" he asks wondering why she's here.
"Can we go inside?" she sniffles.
"Of course San," he says helping her inside the house.
He sits down on the couch and pulls her onto his lap.
"What is wrong San? I know something must have happened for you to be here." he softly says.
"Your brother and Finn broke into my apartment and threatened me." she sniffles burying her head in his shoulder.
"What!?" Brett shouts, his anger raising and he starts to see red.
"Brett, please calm down." Santana softly says cupping his face.
"They threatened you!" Brett says trying to keep his anger in check for her. "Those bastards will pay for thinking they can threaten you." he growls.
"Why do you care?" Santana asks not understanding why he is being so nice after everything she's done.
"Because you're my lady even if you were really angry at me and didn't want to see or talk to me. That gives you protection from all their bullshit." Brett says brushing some hair out of her face.
"I'm still your old lady?" Santana asks a little shocked and yet overwhelming happy at this news.
"You will always be my old lady." Brett says. "I promise you that for as long as I'm alive you will be protected."
"Thank you for always looking out for me." Santana says snuggling more into him.
"Does this mean that you'll officially be my girl again?" Brett asks giving her a hopeful smile.
Santana leans back and looks him in the eyes. She can see how much he loves her and decides that it really doesn't matter what he does since he loves her. That's all she should really care about.
"Yes Brett I'm your girl." Santana softly says.
All Brett can do is smile and kiss her. He finally has her back in his arms where she belongs.
"Good, you know you can stay with me for as long as you need." Brett says holding her tightly to him.
"Can I stay here until you deal with them?" Santana softly asks.
"Of course baby and I promise to deal with them." Brett softly says.
This is the one time that she's glad he's part of a gang. She knows they won't bother her again.
"Brett if we want to have a good relationship I need to know exactly what you're into. I promise that I won't use anything you tell me in the case. Anything you tell me here is just between the two of us." Santana says wanting to make their relationship work.
"You promise that you won't use anything I say against the gang?" Brett asks again.
"Yes Brett," Santana says holding out her pinky.
"Okay, we run drugs and guns, but that's all I'm saying on that." Brett says. "I don't know if you've guessed, but I'm the president of Fang which means I do have blond on my hands."
"I'm okay with all of that so long as you promise that you'll always put me first and if we end up having kids we'll leave." Santana sternly says.
"Okay," Brett softly says.
She yawns and he picks her up carrying her up to his (well theirs now) room. He sets her on his side of the bed and climbs in on the other side. She snuggles back into him instantly falling asleep.
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The next morning Brett is woken up by kisses and in his mind it's the best way to be woken up.
"Good morning San," Brett sleepily says.
"I can't believe I'm here with you." Santana says kissing him again.
"I can't either I thought you'd never forgive me." Brett says hugging her tightly to him.
"Well sadly if your brother and Finn hadn't broken in I probably wouldn't have. But I'm glad that we are back together." Santana says snuggling into his body.
"So you're really okay with me being involved with the gang?" Brett asks nervous that she'll decide to leave again.
"I can deal with it. Do your parents know about your involvement?" Santana asks having decided that she'd rather have Brett in her life even with his gang ties than not.
At this Brett chuckles at the thought.
"My dad ran the gang before I took over and my mom was pretty involved herself. He's retired now though." Brett tells her.
"Oh," Santana softly says.
"Don't worry I'll make sure everyone knows you won't turn us in." Brett softly says. "They really want to meet you."
"Your parents, that's a scary thought." Santana says.
"My mom's really excited to meet you and my dad will listen to whatever she says." Brett reassures her.
Santana's about to say something when they hear the door open downstairs and Bryon shouting up.
"BRETT! You home!"
"That little fucker." Brett grumbles getting up and pulling on a pair of boxers. "Stay here San I'll be right back."
As soon as Brett's out the door Santana's pulling on a pair of underwear and on of Brett's shirt. She follows him down to the bottom of the stairs. She can hear Brett and his brother arguing.
"You fucking broke in her apartment and threatened her!" Brett shouts.
"Well she knows who we are and is an FBI agent." Bryon tries to defend.
"If you so much as say hi to her again without express permission I will not only beat you to a pulp, but I will kill you." Brett growls picking him up by the collar. "Tell you buddy Finn this too."
"Oh come on it's-"
Bryon gulps when he sees Santana standing at the bottom of the stairs. He never imagined she'd come here to him.
"At least I got her back in your life." Bryon says hoping his brother will forgive him.
"Now listen here and listen good." Brett growls. "No matter what happens between us Santana will always have my protection. She's my old lady and you and everyone else will respect that." he growls. "Now get out! I don't ever want to see you here again without my inviting you over!"
Santana scurries behind Brett as Bryon leaves. She may feel safe with Brett here, but Bryon still makes her nervous.
"Now since we're back together now I think we should christen every room." Brett says turning to face her.
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Quinn stops by Santana's apartment to see if she wants to have lunch and is shocked to find Brett there helping her pack up.
"What's going on?" Quinn asks walking in.
"Hey Q," Santana says pushing a box towards Brett.
"Did you get reassigned?" Quinn asks not understanding why she's packing.
"Nope you're stuck with me until we either solve this case or the bosses decide to give up." Santana says. "I'm moving in with Brett."
"I'm taking these down to the van then running to get a pizza. Do you want anything?" Brett asks.
"Pizza sounds fine, thanks babe." Santana says kissing his cheek.
Quinn waits until Brett is gone before she turns to face Santana.
"Okay what is really going on?" Quinn asks. "Just two days ago you never wanted to see him again and now you're moving in with him."
"The night before last Brett's younger brother and one of their friends broke in here and threatened me. I didn't even realize I was at Brett's until I was there. I knew that he would protect me and well we're back together now so I'm moving in with him." Santana tells her.
"Only you would take him back even knowing what he does." Quinn says shaking her head.
"I love him," Santana simply says.
"That's obvious and it's also obvious how much he loves you." Quinn says.
"Thanks for understanding." Santana says.
"So long as it doesn't hurt our investigation." Quinn says.
"It won't, but anything I hear from being around Brett I won't be telling you." Santana softly says.
"I can understand and respect that."
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Santana pulls up outside of the garage and honks twice. It's her signal to Brett that she's here and to hide any illegal stuff that might be out so she doesn't have to arrest any of them. They've been dating and living together for the last three months even though she's still on the case. Not that they've made any progress. Even she can't figure out how they're moving, transporting or storing any of the drugs and guns that the gang supposedly has. She hasn't even heard it brought up when she's been with him which makes her happy since she doesn't have to hide anything from anyone. But that's her boyfriend always making sure that the gang business and them are separate.
"Hey baby you can pull into bay one." Brett says through the door.
"Okay," Santana says waiting for the door to bay one to open before she pulls in.
"Need a tune up?" Sam asks.
"Yes and could you clean it too." Santana says pouting.
"Only for you," Sam says helping her out.
Santana walks over to her boyfriend who is working on his motorcycle and wraps her arms around his waist.
"Hey again babe," Brett says turning his head to kiss her.
"Hey can we go for a ride? I have some news I want to tell you." Santana says causing him to turn and face her.
"Is it good news?" Brett asks.
"Of course,"
"Okay let me clean up a bit before we head out." Brett says giving her a quick peck.
Santana smiles as she watches her boyfriend run off to take a quick shower. She hopes he likes her news as it's going to change both of their lives. Smiling softly she places a hand on her stomach. This is all she's wanted for the last few weeks, having a family with Brett.
A half hour later they're out at the grass field that Brett took her on their first date.
"So what do you want to talk about?" Brett asks laying out a blanket for them to sit on.
"Us mostly," Santana softly says.
"This isn't bad cause you said you had good news." Brett says nervous she might be breaking up with him.
"Very good news honey," Santana says smiling. "It's the best news ever."
"Oh now you need to tell me what it is?" Brett says really wanting to know what this news is.
Santana takes his hand and places it on her stomach. She chuckles as he just stares at her waiting for her to say something. Men are really stupid when it comes to taking hints she thinks.
"Brett in nine months you're going to meet our child." Santana softly says.
"You're pregnant?" Brett asks smiling wide.
"Yes,"
Brett places his other hand on her belly and just stares. His child is growing in there. He can't believe that this is actually happening.
"We're going to be parents." Brett happily says.
"I know it's hard to believe." Santana says. "I hope you don't mind that I went off my birth control, but I felt that now was a good time to try and have a baby. I didn't want to tell you to get your hopes up."
"Not at all baby, you know I've wanted a family with you since our first date." Brett says cupping her face.
"We're going to be a family." Santana says smiling at the thought. "I don't want our child growing up with you in the gang possibly in jail or running drugs and guns, getting hurt." she tells him.
"I understand I will talk to my dad and the guys." Brett says.
"Really?"
"You're way more important to me than the gang." Brett says rubbing her belly. "You and our child."
"This is really happening. We're going to have a baby. You're leaving the gang and I'm going to ask for a transfer. We can start our family in a different state." Santana says wanting to get Brett away from all of this.
"Yes we are,"
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"You can't be serious." Puck says.
"Of course I am." Brett says as everyone stares at him.
Brett called a meeting to tell the gang that he's retiring, leaving the gang. Needless to say most everyone is shocked by this news.
"Are you sure this is what you want son?" Brian asks his son.
"Yes dad and I think Puck should be the next president." Brett says nodding to Puck.
"Wow man thanks for the support." Puck says shocked again by his best friend.
"Hey what about me?" Bryon says standing up.
"You're not responsible enough." Mike says.
"Yeah after what you and Finn did to Brett's old lady." Sam adds.
"What the FUCK did you do to Santana?" Brian growls standing up and glaring at his youngest son.
Since meeting Santana a few months ago he's been absolutely taken with her. He already sees her as part of the family and no one hurts the family, even other family members.
"Don't worry dad I handled it and he knows to never do it again." Brett reassures him.
"Okay let's put it to a vote of who will be our new president." Puck says.
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"Hey Quinn," Santana says sitting next to her.
"What's up?" Quinn asks.
"I just wanted to tell you that I put in for a transfer. I'm hoping to get sent to New York." Santana tells her partner slash friend.
"Oh why?" Quinn asks a little sad that her friend is leaving.
"Well I found out that I'm pregnant and I told Brett. He's leaving the gang and I want to be transferred to where my family is and to get him away from the gang." Santana explains.
"Wow congratulations." Quinn says hugging her.
"Thanks I just wanted to be the one to tell you." Santana says.
"I will definitely be coming to stay with you from time to time." Quinn warns her.
Santana just smiles so glad she's found a friend in Quinn.
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"It's very nice to meet you Mr. and Mrs. Lopez." Brett says standing at the door of the Lopez mansion holding Santana's hand tightly.
He's very nervous to meet her parents. He's never met the parents before and he just wants them to like him.
"Oh Santana he's very handsome." Maria says pulling her daughter into a hug.
Mario just stares at the man in front of him. He gets the feeling that this man can take care of his daughter and he doesn't like it.
"Mom, I have something to tell you." Santana says taking a step back from her mom.
She stands next to Brett, taking his hand in hers.
"We're pregnant,"
That was eight months ago now Santana is yelling at Brett as she pushes out a ten pound baby girl.
"Oh my god baby," Brett says as their daughter is born and screaming her head off. "She's just like you."
"Praise the lord," Santana sighs falling back on the bed.
The nurses quickly clean her up and hand her to Santana.
"We'll leave you alone for a little while, but I will be back to check up on you all." the doctor says.
"She's perfect," Brett whispers kissing Santana's forehead.
"Can you go get my parents?" Santana asks as they both look down at their daughter.
"Yeah,"
Brett runs out to the waiting room to find the whole Lopez clan waiting for them.
"Well?" Maria says standing up.
"We have a daughter, San wants you and Mario to come back first." Brett says.
They walk back quickly as Maria really wants to see her first grandchild.
"Hey mami," Santana says sitting up more nursing their daughter.
"Oh honey she looks just like you when you were born." Maria coos.
While Maria coos over the baby and Santana, Mario stands back with Brett.
"I know I don't have to tell you this, but I'm going to anyway. Take care of them." Mario says slapping him on the back.
"I will sir," Brett softly says.
"Brett, Santana said to ask you what her name is." Maria says.
"Her name is Kaitlin Maria Pierce." Brett says smiling.
"Oh I'm so honored," Maria gasps.
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It's been a few weeks since Santana gave birth to their precious daughter Kaitlin. She still has two more months of maternity leave though Brett has to go back to work sooner. He has been working as a security guard at the New York FBI building thanks to his girlfriend's recommendation.
"I'll see you in the morning." Brett whispers kissing her on the cheek.
"I hate that you have to work nights right when you get back." Santana says pouting.
"It's only for a few weeks while the regular night guy is out." Brett says kissing his sleeping daughter's forehead.
He tries to keep the smile off his face as he has a huge surprise for his girlfriend that she has no idea about. He actually isn't going to work, he managed to get an extra night off so he can do this. Thankfully his boss really likes him and Santana.
"I know, but I still hate it." Santana says.
"I love you,"
"I love you too,"
Ten minutes after Brett "leaves" the doorbell rings and Santana in one of Brett's shirts and boxers opens the door. She gasps when she sees her boyfriend down on one knee.
"Santana I love you so much. I have since the night we met at the club. I know we've only been together for a year and a half, but I know I want to spend the rest of my life with you." Brett says pulling out a small box and opening it. "Will you marry me?"
"YES!"
Brett smiles as he puts the ring on her finger. His life is now complete he's going to marry the woman of his dreams and they have a beautiful daughter. Nothing can bet this.