Wow, I'm glad so many of you like this story thus far. These next two chapters will have no Brettana action, but I promise after that there will be a ton. I hope you all enjoy this chapter and thanks for the reviews from last chapter and any future chapters.
Brett watches as the beautiful Latina is dragged away from him. He wishes he would have gotten her number, but it's too late now she's gone and tomorrow she'll leave LA and go who knows where.
"Hey man I've been looking for you." Puck says laying his arm across Brett's shoulder.
"You're trashed," Brett says wanting to leave now that the gorgeous Latina is gone.
"Kitty's making out with some guy again." Puck slurs.
"You two aren't dating so you can't be mad." Brett reminds him.
"But I want to." Puck sadly says.
"Come on man let's go do some shots." Brett says even though he really doesn't want to drink anymore.
"Shots!" Puck shouts causing a group of girls to surround them.
Normally Brett would be all over taking pictures with hot girls and possibly taking one home though not tonight. He just wishes Santana was back blushing every time he complemented her and over all just being cute. God he needs to drink to get his mind off this girl.
"Come on Puck I want to get my drink on."
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"Hurry up," Sophia says too drunk to drive.
"I'm not driving over the speed limit." Santana snaps pissed that Sophia ruined her time with Brett Pierce.
She had been having an amazing time with him. In fact she was sure that there was a spark between them and if she lived in LA she would have totally asked him out.
"Don't be pissy that I ruined your possible booty call for the night." Sophia sarcastically says.
"It wasn't a booty call." Santana defends.
"Sure it wasn't." Sophia says starting to really sober up.
"Really, wait didn't you recognize who I was with?" Santana asks turning onto their street.
"I didn't see who you were with." Sophia says. "I just wanted to get us home."
"Well I would have preferred to get in trouble just to spend more time with Brett." Santana says hoping Sophia catches on.
"Really Santana you were going to hook up with some random guy." Sophia says before smiling. "You really are my cousin."
Santana sighs shaking her head. They head into the house to see Gloria asleep on the couch most defiantly trying to wait up for them.
"Go get some sleep Santana you have to be up early." Sophia tells her.
Before she leaves though she needs to tell Sophia that she was hanging out with Brett Pierce just to blow her mind.
"Sophia I wasn't going to hook up with any random guy the guy I was with was Brett Piece." Santana tells her cousin before heading upstairs.
Sophia stares after her cousin mouth wide open. She can't believe that her little cousin was hanging out with super star Brett Pierce. How the heck did she not notice.
"We're home mami." Sophia says shaking her awake.
Gloria nods waving her daughter away. Sophia scampers up the stairs and flings open Santana's door.
"Tell me everything."
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Brett wakes up the next morning his head hurting from the morning sun light. He covers his face with his pillow and groans. He defiantly drank way too much last night. Puck keeps ordering shots last night and he kept drinking them in hopes that he'd forget Santana. It didn't work at all. The whole rest of the night all he could think of is the gorgeous Latina.
Turning over he hits something solid and internally starts freaking out. He doesn't remember having sex or bringing anyone home with him. His thoughts drift to trying to get this person out of his apartment without the paparazzi seeing. It's then that he recognizes who is sleeping next to him.
"Fuck dude get out of my bed." Brett shouts shoving Puck out of his bed.
"Fuck B," Puck groans holding his head.
"Why the fuck are you here?" Brett asks very happy that they are both fully dressed.
"I don't know man." Puck groans still holding his head.
"How plastered did we get last night?" Brett asks reaching for the bottle of aspirin in his night stand and handing Puck one.
"I don't know I lost count after ten." Puck says shrugging. "But I think you invited me to stay over so I wouldn't do something stupid last night after Kitty left with that model." he explains.
"You're not going to do anything stupid are you?" Brett asks needing to make sure.
"No man we both know that Kitty will kill me and now that I'm sober I know that." Puck says.
"Good now you can go home so I can sleep off the rest of my hangover." Brett says wanting to be alone.
"But," Puck pouts wanting to hangout more with his bud. "This is the first time in months that we both have time off at the same time." he says.
"Listen Puck I just want to be alone today." Brett says. "I plan to sleep most of the day anyway."
Puck narrows his eyes at Brett. He can tell that something is off with his best friend. In fact something has been off with him since last night. He tries to think who Brett had been spending time with before he convinced him to do shots.
"That girl you were dancing with." Puck shouts as Brett opens the front door.
"What?" Brett asks not willing to admit anything.
"The reason you want to be alone is that girl last night." Puck says smiling. "You're planning how to woo her. I saw how you looked at her last night." he says.
Brett just shakes his head and shoves Puck out of his apartment.
"Fine I'll call you tomorrow and I expect to hear all about this girl." Puck says wiggling his eyebrows.
"I don't know what you're talking about." Brett shouts after him.
Closing the door he wonders if Puck is right. Normally he's fine with having people around, but today he just wants to mop alone. His mind has been on Santana since he met her. The only problem is she left LA or is leaving and he has no way of contacting her. He wants to get her out of his mind and yet he doesn't.
"Sleep," he says to himself.
That's got to be his first priority is to get some sleep. Maybe after a good nap he'll be able to focus on something other than Santana and last night. He picks up his cat Lord Tubbington from the couch and takes him upstairs with him.
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"Santana hurry up!" Marcus shouts.
"Coming!" Santana shouts.
Marcus rolls his eyes as he hears several thuds from above. He knows he has to go up and help her bring down her five huge ass suitcases. He's not looking forward to helping her bring them down, but knows that he has to.
"Here Santana, I'll help you." Marcus says grabbing three of the bags.
"Thanks uncle Marcus." Santana says smiling at him.
"Well if I don't help you you'll miss your flight and your mother would be pissed." Marcus teases side hugging him.
Once they get her suitcases in the car both Gloria and Sophia appear at the door.
"I'll miss you coz." Sophia says hugging her tightly.
"You be careful Santana and call when you land." Gloria says pulling Santana away from Sophia in a hug before Santana can reply.
"I will," Santana softly says. "I'll miss you all."
Two hours later all of Santana's bags are checked and she's about to go through security.
"You're welcome to come stay anytime you want remember that." Marcus says winking at her.
"Thanks uncle Marcus." Santana says narrowing her eyes at him wondering what he knows.
With that she waves once more before heading through security. She walks pass a magazine stand and sees a picture of Brett at the club last night in a tabloid magazine. Halting to a stop she squints at the picture and notices that it's her sitting across from him. You can barely make out that it's her, walks away quickly flipping to the article.
"Holy fuck," Santana whispers to herself.
There is a full three page article with seven pictures not including the front cover of her and Brett. None of the pictures show her face as Brett's always somehow blocking her. The article is all about how Brett's normally always is seen with blondes and wondering who the girl is. It explains how they spent most of the night together talk and dancing before the mysterious girl left.
Boarding the plane all she can think about is how wonderful last night with Brett was. She sort of regrets not giving him her number as she felt a connection to him wither it was romantic or not she'll never know now. Her last thought before falling asleep is how perfect Brett is and how lucky some girl is going to be.
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It's been three days since his wonderful night with Santana and all Brett can think about is the Latina. Every time he tries to get her out of his mind she keeps popping back up. And he may or may not have several copies of several magazines that have articles about him and the mysterious girl. He really wishes he would have gotten her number. He must have spaced out as he hears his mom yelling at him over his answering machine.
'BRETT ANTHONY PIERCE ANSWER YOUR DAMN PHONE THIS IS YOUR MOTHER!' Susan shouts through the answering machine pissed as all can be that he won't pick up.
"Fuck she saw the articles." Brett says to himself.
Quickly picking up his cell he dials his mom expecting to be shouted at.
'Brett,' Susan sternly says as soon as she answers.
'Hey mom,' Brett coolly says.
'Don't mom me young man. When were you going to tell me that your seeing someone new?' Susan asks.
'Mom I'm not seeing anyone.' Brett tries to explain not that he wouldn't possibly want to date Santana cause he totally would.
'Sure you aren't Brett. I'm your mother and I know when you look at a girl like that that you want to be with them.' Susan tells him.
'I'm really not seeing her mom plus she left LA the next day and I don't know where or her last name.' Brett says trying to sound like he doesn't care.
'You have a crush on her?' Susan asks.
'It doesn't matter anymore.' Brett sadly says.
God he wishes that everything in his life was simple.
'How about you come home for a few weeks and get your mind off of everything.' Susan suggests.
'Really?' Brett asks like he has to ask to go home.
'Brett you know you're always allowed to come home any time and Hailey will be very excited for you to be home for her first day of high school.' Susan tells him very excited at the possibility to have her baby boy home.
'Okay, I'll clear my schedule and fly out sometime later this week.' Brett tells her.
'Call me when you know for sure.' Susan tells him.
'Will do, talk to you later mom.'
'Love you,'
'Love you too,'
Brett hangs up the phone running his hand through his hair. He thinks it would be a good idea to go home to get his mind off of Santana. Plus he hasn't seen his family in six months.
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Santana's enjoying her last week of freedom before she has to start her senior year of high school. She hasn't told anyone about her amazing night with Brett. She wants to keep it all to herself and not have any of her friends comment about it. Every time she dances even alone in her room she can't help, but think of Brett. If she's honest with herself all she really wants to think about it Brett and he has consumed her thoughts since that night.
"Santana get your ass out of bed we have Cheerio tryouts today!" Quinn shouts banging her bedroom door open.
"Ugh is that today?" Santana asks getting off her bed.
"Yes now come on let's go before Sue blows a gasket about us being late." Quinn says pulling Santana out of bed and out the door.
Quinn pulls Santana all the way down to the car and shoves her in the passenger seat.
"Quinn what the hell. We still have thirty minutes before the tryouts even start." Santana grumbles rubbing her now sore hip.
"We have to be the early, stretch and pow wow with Sue." Quinn tries to explain.
"Bullshit," Santana says narrowing her eyes at Quinn.
"Fine I wanted to ask you about your summer and I know that the only way you wouldn't try to avoid answering like you always do." Quinn says pulling out of the driveway.
"Nothing special happened; I just hung out at the beach all summer." Santana lies and Quinn seems to buy it. "See you didn't have to kidnap me to get that out of me." she grumbles.
"Stop your pouting we still have Cheerio tryouts." Quinn points out.
The rest of the ride to the school they gossip about all the other Cheerios and who they think has a shot of making the team off the JV squad.
"Do you know of any talented freshman?" Santana asks.
"I haven't heard of any." Quinn says.
"Great at least I'll get some laughs in." Santana says as they enter the locker room.
They quickly change into their uniforms and do a quick five minute stretch in case they have to show off some moves before heading into the gym to find Sue.
"Ladies, I'm glad me two co-captains finally decided to show up." Sue says glaring at them.
"Let's just start this tryout." Santana says needing some good laughs.
"First up Janice, god I hate that name." Sue comments causing Santana to chuckle and Quinn to try and not grin.
Two hours into the tryout and they've found five girls and one boy to at least join the JV squad. They've seen about fifty tryouts and a majority of them Sue kicked out in the first ten seconds. Santana's eyes hurt from seeing such pitiful performances she prays that this whole thing ends soon. Even thinking of Brett isn't helping much to get the horrid images out of her mind.
"Hailey Pierce," Sue says hoping this girl isn't as bad as the last girl who looked like a dying whale trying to dance.
Hailey Pierce nervously stands in front of the three people who can make her high school years either great or miserable. Taking a deep breath she starts the routine that she had worked on with her brother.
Santana, Quinn and Sue are all speechless by the end of Hailey's routine. Santana frowns as she looks at Hailey, she looks oddly familiar to her, but she can't place it. The young blonde stares up at the three of them.
"Be a practice tomorrow at seven." Sue says after glancing at Quinn and Santana. "Teams full now all you other losers can leave."
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"Brett!" Hailey shouts running into her older brother's wide open arms.
"Hey little one," Brett says spinning them around.
"What are you doing here?" Hailey asks shocked that he's actually here.
"I came to visit for a few weeks if that's fine with you." Brett says putting her down.
"I'm so excited, you can help me with the Cheerio routine." Hailey happily says.
"So you made the team?" Brett asks and she nods. "That's great."
Hailey starts babbling on and on about everything she's been up to all summer. Susan and Bryan both shake their heads at their daughter who is very excited to have her big brother home.
"So son your mother told me that you have a new lady friend." Bryan says cutting off his daughter from talking about her Cheerio tryout again.
"No dad, mom just thinks that because she saw pictures of me and a woman I was dancing with and talking to at a club a week ago." Brett explains.
"Susan stop pushing him to date. He'll date when he feels like it." Bryan tells his wife.
"But I want grandbabies." Susan pouts.
"No grandkids in the near future." Brett says before turning to his sister. "Come on let's go practice your dance moves together."
"Best big brother ever!"