Slight change to the end of this chapter thanks to a guest reviewer who made some good points, but ended their review ugly.
I'm going to rant for a moment here before we get to the story. To the guest reviewer that's review started out good and ended ugly. I don't mind if people don't like the way I write something or think the way I have characters handle things is wrong, but what I don't appreciate is when people start cursing and saying I'm not good at what I do. This is something that I do in my spare time not what I do for a living. I actually hated writing all through school and in no way think I'm that great of a writer. If you don't like my writing or my stories don't read them no one is forcing you to. Just don't start cursing at me and name calling it's really unnecessary.
Oh and by the way I agree with you on a few things and changed the way Brett reacts later in this chapter.
Five days of tension between them has caused many problems between them. Brett's been sleeping on the couch while neither of them is talking unless it's about Becky. Santana won't budge on wanting to move to New York and Brett won't budge on wanting to stay. They're literally at a standstill. Other than about Becky they still do tell each other where they're going. Neither wants to even think about divorce as they know it's just their first official fight as a married couple. It's just taking a huge toll on both of them.
"I don't get why we can't move to New York for a few years." Santana says aloud when she knows he's coming down.
"We're not getting into this again right now." Brett sighs tired of this argument.
"Fine whatever, Quinn's coming over soon so can you go somewhere else?" Santana asks not wanting him around while she complains to Quinn.
"That's fine, I'm going out with Puck and our moms still have Becky remember." Brett says grabbing a protein shake before leaving.
Two days ago their moms surprised them with a visit. Of course they noticed the tension right away and offered to take Becky to Disneyland for four days to give them time to work whatever it is out.
A knock at the door causes Santana to jump. She's about to shout for Brett to get the door when she remembers that he's gone. Walking to the door she opens it.
"What's the emergency that I had to fly from Boston to here immediately?" Quinn asks walking in.
"Hello to you too Quinn." Santana says shutting the door.
"Please San, you didn't call me begging me to come out as soon as possible to say hi." Quinn says always one to cut right to the chase.
"Let's go sit down." Santana sighs.
"It's that bad? What's Brett done?" Quinn asks sitting down.
"I got an offer at work." Santana starts.
"I don't see how that's a problem." Quinn says cutting in.
"Will you let me finish before putting in your two sense." Santana says rolling her eyes.
"Of course, sorry." Quinn says.
Quinn can tell that something is seriously off with her best friend. She's willing to listen and give the best advice she can. Whatever is wrong she wants to help to try and fix it.
"As you know I've been doing really well at the firm and my bosses have noticed. The partners called me into a meeting five days ago and offered me an amazing job opportunity." Santana pauses to take a drink of water. "They offered me a top associates spot in New York."
"Oh," Quinn says quietly.
"When I told Brett he was happy until he found out it's in New York. He says that he can't not live in LA and we'd never see each other. That all his projects are here. He won't even consider moving. I gave up chances to go to an Ivy League school to move out here with him. Why can't he do this for me?" Santana says finishing.
She expects some very good advice to get him to move to New York.
"We'd be way closer to you too." Santana offers.
Quinn sighs, she wonders if Santana realizes how wrong she truly is. It's her job to inform her and set her straight. She better get some free movie premier tickets for this she thinks. Changing Santana Pierce's mind is not an easy task.
"Santana…you're wrong." Quinn says.
"What?!" Santana says shocked.
"You're wrong," Quinn says again.
"No I'm not." Santana says frowning. "This is the only thing I'm asking him to do."
"No it's not San. He's given up a lot to be with you." Quinn says rolling her eyes at her best friend.
"Like what I haven't asked him to." Santana says.
"You didn't have to. He loves you so much that he's given things up so he can stay with you. He moved to Lima and bought an apartment. Since meeting you he's only done four big movies even though he's gotten lots of offers since he doesn't want to leave you. Everything that he's done since you decided to go to UCLA has been in or around LA. And remember that you chose to go to UCLA, Brett would have followed you anywhere. Let's not forget how he's maned up when you got pregnant and told you he'd watch your daughter so you could finish law school. He didn't work for the first six months. That man has given up a lot for you." Quinn lists off.
"But-" Santana starts.
"But nothing can't you understand that he wants to continue being in show business and he has to live here to do that. You have a good job here and don't need to go to New York to have a career." Quinn points out.
"I know, but it's still something I want to do." Santana softly says biting her lip.
"And that's fine, but shouldn't you take Brett's view in mind too and see where he's coming from?" Quinn asks.
"This is why we need to live closer together you always get me straight." Santana says.
"That's what phones and skype are for. So you're going to apologize when he gets back?" Quinn asks.
"Yes,"
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"You look more stressed then when you were planning to propose. What's wrong man?" Puck asks as Brett downs his second straight scotch.
Puck's no fool, maybe a bit slow sometimes on picking things up, but even he can tell something's off with his best friend.
"He's obviously having some kind of fight with Santana and it's wearing him down." Kitty says sitting down next to Puck and giving him a peck on the cheek.
"Please tell me she's wrong." Puck begs.
"Nope, San and I are having a fight." Brett confirms sighing.
"It can't be that bad." Puck says nudging his friend's shoulder.
"Puck leave him be. He came out to get away from all that not hash it out with you." Kitty says shoving Puck off the stool.
"Fuck," Puck groans when he hits the ground.
"Thanks Kitty," Brett says.
"No problem, now tell me how working with Lady Gaga has been. I've always wanted to meet her." Kitty says.
"How about I introduce the two of you some time soon." Brett suggests.
"YES!" Kitty fist bumps Brett. "Best. Friend. Ever."
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Brett quietly opens the front door not wanted to wake up his wife and make her more angry since it's two in the morning. He feels slightly bad that it's so late, but honestly he just needed a night without stress. Deciding to say fuck it he heads up to their room to sleep, the couch feels like crap and he wants a good night sleep.
"Oh baby," Brett whispers when he walks into the their room and sees his wife fast asleep on top of the bed in her sexy red lingerie.
He slips out of his pants and shirt before gently lifting her up and placing her under the covers. He then climbs in behind her wrapping his arms tightly around her.
"Brett," Santana groggily moans.
"It's me baby go back to sleep." Brett whispers.
"But we need to talk." Santana moans.
"We will in the morning baby." Brett whispers.
"Love you," Santana whispers snuggling back into him.
"Love you too baby." Brett says.
He smiles and actually falls asleep quickly tonight having his wife in his arms again.
"B, are you up?" Santana asks staring down at him.
"I am now baby." Brett says cracking open an eye.
"Can we talk now?" Santana pouts.
"Of course," Brett says now awake.
Santana bites her lip and just looks at him for several minutes. Brett can tell that she's nervous so he takes her hands in his and lifts them up to his lips giving them a kiss.
"I owe you a huge apology." Santana says trying not to cry.
"Baby," Brett sighs wrapping her up in his arms. "I owe you an apology too."
Santana just nods into his chest. She's glad that he's holding her right now it's just what she needs.
"I'm sorry I've been so stubborn and unwilling to see where you are coming from." Santana whispers in his chest. "I just was so happy that I got the offer I didn't really think how moving across the country could affect your job."
"You're so hard on yourself baby. I'm sorry I should have tried to see where you were coming from too. You're career is just as important as mine if not more since you're just starting yours and I've had mine for a long time." Brett says kissing the top of her head. "I'm sorry that I didn't even take time to consider moving."
"No it's not your fault that I couldn't see past my own wants to see how lucky I am to have you. You gave up a lot for me and Becky over the years turning down projects I know you want to do because you don't want to be taken away from us so thank you." Santana says.
"Baby I love you and Becky so much and if going to New York is really that important then we can move." Brett offers. "I don't want everything we do to be about me and my job. You're important too, so do you want to take the job and move to New York."
"No, your job, my job and our life is here. I have a great thing going here and I don't have to work all the time." Santana says. "Just tell all your celebrity friends to use me as their lawyer." she jokes smiling.
"Okay babe, whatever you want, but if you ever want to move please tell me so we can have a discussion about it." Brett says flipping her over so she's under him. "Now why are you in this sexy thing." he says cupping her covered breasts.
He really just wants to rip off this sexy lingerie of her right now.
"I want you so bad baby." Brett whispers.
"I know I can feel you." Santana says trying to buck up into him.
She pulls him out of his boxers and starts pumping along his shaft. It doesn't take long before he's rock hard.
"Shit," Santana moans as he pushes against her but not enough to push into her.
"Yes, baby." Brett teasingly says.
"Fuck just fuck me please." Santana begs not wanting to be teased tonight at all.
He considers for a second teasing her, but thinks better of it. She can hold off having sex a lot longer than him and he gets the feeling if he starts teasing her he won't get to cum for a week.
"Whatever you want baby." Brett says plunging himself into her.
They both groan as he slowly pushes himself all the way into her. She closes her eyes tightly, he feels so huge inside of her. She loves how he stretches her.
"Oh," Santana groans shifting a bit to try and get more comfortable.
"Fuck," Brett groans.
He pulls halfway out of her before pushing back in. He smirks as she gasps gripping tightly to him.
"More," Santana manages to get out.
He starts pounding into her loving how tightly she's gripping to him. This is what he's missed the most when they were fighting making love to his wife.
"Right there," Santana moans.
"You like that baby." Brett says speeding up his trusts.
She moans trying to match his thrusts.
"Oh god," Santana moans.
"Cum for me." Brett instructs trying to hold off long enough for her to come.
"Fuck,"
She wraps her arms even tighter as she comes.
"Baby," Brett moans coming in spurts in her.
It takes a few minutes for them to come down from their highs.
"That was by far the best apology ever." Brett says.
"It really was." Santana says snuggling back into her.