1 week later...

"Fuck yeah" Brett grunted as he thrust his hips. Brett was pounding this girl with his 10 inch dick. He was heaven.

"Oh my god!" The girl moaned loudly.

"I'm close..." Brett groaned. He felt the girls walls squeeze around his dick, and he knew he was done. "Yesss San!" Brett moaned as he came into the condom.

"Excuse me..." The girl from under him said completely pissed off. Before Brett could even comprehend what just happened the girl had pushed him off, and threw him his clothes.

"Listen I'm so sorry, but this was a mistake I shouldn't be here." Brett said hurriedly getting on his clothes and looking back at the girl.

"Fuck you!" The girl screamed pushing Brett out of her house.

Brett started walking back to his house, completely wasted and high per usual. "What the fuck did I just do?" Brett mumbled.

1 day before...

It's almost been a week since Quinn's party, and it's been okay. Brett and Santana have been arguing a little bit, because Brett still has yet to go to a therapist. Santana thought because he loved their family so much that he would of been on top it, so it made her very hesitant of Brett. Brett on the other hand can't stand when she tells him what to do. Brett has been sleeping on the couch the past few days, and has been avoiding Santana.

"Hey, I've got to get going to my shift at the bar." Brett told Santana. She just nodded her head. Santana has given up hope in him because he still comes home drunk. She is completely tired of his behavior.

"Nos daddy you can't go." Chris pouted from his spot on the couch. Chris has been feeling sad seeing his parents not getting along.

"I'm sorry bud, but don't worry you will see me in the morning. I love you so much." Brett said picking up his son and kissing him.

After Brett put him down he went over to Santana. He saw her pull back and figured not to touch her. "I'll see you later. Maybe we can talk when I get back home." Brett said trying to make a effort with Santana. Santana just nodded her head again.

Brett went to his shift anxious and pretty distracted. This whole weird fight thing him and Santana are having worries him. It's not that he doesn't want to get help, but it's hard. Santana should understand that Brett thought.

Immediately when Brett got there he took a shot. After his shift Brett was feeling pretty tipsy, so he decided to Uber back home.

Once he got into his house it felt completely deserted. "Santana are you here?" Brett asked loudly starting to feel panicked. If she was going out she would of texted him about it Brett thought. He searched every room and didn't find her.

When he finally got into their bedroom he saw her clothes gone. "No no no no!" Brett huffed running his hands through his hair. She can't leave me again Brett said.

Brett ran out of his house going to the one place he knows she and Chris will be at. He didn't even call a Uber he just wanted to get there.

Once he got to Rachel's apartment he banged on the door. "Open up Rachel I know she is in there!" Brett yelled from the door. The alcohol definitely hitting him now.

He felt the door open. "What the fuck are you doing here!" Rachel whispered yelled with the door partly opened. "Open up right now I want to talk to her." Brett said trying to open the door.

Finn then walked over to help Rachel. "Brett just leave they are sleeping and your drunk." Finn said calmly hoping to not get Brett mad. Brett forced the door open and stormed in.

Finn grabbed Brett trying to push him back, but that was a big mistake because Brett punched him across the face. "Don't you dare try getting in between my family and I." Brett grunted walking towards Santanas bedroom. Santana came out though right before he could get to the door.

"What the fuck are you doing!" Santana angrily spat.

"No what the fuck are you doing leaving and not telling me." I didn't know you were still 17 Santana." Brett also spat back. Santana slapped him across the face hard.

"You are drunk off your ass...get the fuck out now. Don't talk to me until you get your shit together. I told you Chris comes before you." Santana huffed walking back into her room.

Brett just stood there feeling embarrassed and hurt. He looked at Finn and Rachel. "Finn... I'm so sorry dude. I got pissed off." Brett said sincerely.

Finn shrugged "It's fine I get it." Finn said meanwhile Rachel looked flabbergasted at her boyfriend. She was about to say something, but the look Finn gave her told her no.

"Listen just please look after them and let me know if something happens." Brett said sadly walking out of the apartment.

As Brett was walking back his anger and hurt started to build. He felt abandoned once again. He decided to head one of his favorite places. The strip club that's down his block. He wanted to drown out his hurt.

Brett made his way into the strip and immediately ordered three shots. He took all three and decided to get a seat.

"Hey sexy." A stripper said putting her hands on his arm. Brett looked at her and couldn't lie she was gorgeous. She had brown hair, brown eyes, a beautiful body, and a nice ass.

"What's a guy gotta do to get a dance around here." Brett said smirking at the girl. She made the come here motion with her finger and brought him to a back room.

She started dancing on Brett, and took off her top. Brett started getting really hard. Once she finished dancing she looked at Brett's crotch.

"Wanna get out of here?" She asked smirking at him. Brett smiled and followed her out of the club.

As soon as they got into the girls house they started making out. Brett grabbed her ass and she groaned into his mouth.

Brett pulled back and smirked pushing her to her knees. "Why don't we start with you gagging on my dick slut." Brett groaned feeling her eagerly pulling his pants down.

"Your dick is huge, I don't know if I can fit it." The girl said licking the tip of his head. She started swallowing his head and making her way down his dick.

"That's it slut take it all the way." Brett told the girl, pulling her hair back. The girl moaned and finally took all of him.

"Fuck my throat daddy." The girl moaned wanting this man to fuck her hard. Brett smirked and starting plowing this girls mouth. All you heard was Brett's grunting and her gagging.

"I'm gonna cum now, swallow all of me." Brett moaned as he unloaded in her mouth. The girl drank up all of Brett. She smiled and kissed him.

"I'll do whatever you want." The girl moaned into Brett's ear. Brett groaned he hasn't had sex in a long time.

"Why don't you get on all fours and show me that pussy." Brett said pumping his dick watching the stripper get on all fours. He moaned when he saw her all laid out.

"Fuck yeah!" Brett said slapping her ass. He grabbed a condom from his wallet and put it on. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard now." Brett said and pushed himself completely in.

"Ohhhh daddyyy your huge." The girl whined.

Brett was pounding into this girl like there was no tomorrow. All he thought about though was Santana, and how he wishes this was her. As Brett was fucking this girl he didn't even care about her, he just wanted to get out all of his frustration.

"Fuck yeah your pussy is so nice and tight." Brett groaned now having the girl ride him reverse cowgirl.

"UH HUH!" The girl just kept whining while riding him hard and fast. Brett was just leaning back watching her do all the work. Brett had enough and wanted to cum already so he flipped them over.

"Fuck yeah" Brett grunted as he thrust his hips. Brett was pounding this girl with his 10 inch dick. He was heaven.

"Oh my god!" The girl moaned loudly.

"I'm close..." Brett groaned. He felt the girls walls squeeze around his dick, and he knew he was done. "Yesss San!" Brett moaned as he came into the condom.


Now Brett was back in his house sobbing and refusing to sleep. He felt like the worst human being in the world. "I need to fix this now." Brett said determined. At that very moment Brett knew what needed to be done.