With their bags packed and spirits high, Brett and Santana bid farewell to Washington and set out on the road once more. Finally, they arrived back at Santana's apartment, the familiar sight of the building. "Hey, Puck!" Brett called out as they entered the apartment, spotting him friend lounging on the couch. Puck looked up, a grin spreading across his face as he greeted Brett with a smile.
Quinn emerged from her bedroom, her eyes bright with excitement as she embraced Brett in a warm hug. "Hey, Brett!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine warmth. Brett returned Quinn's hug, a smile playing at the corners of his lips as he took in the sight of his friends. "How was the road trip?" Quinn asked, her curiosity evident in her tone.
"Awesome" Brett replied, his enthusiasm evident as he recounted the highlights of their journey. He regaled them with tales of their adventures, from exploring historic landmarks to indulging in delicious meals along the way.
Santana soon joined them, her arms laden with bags as she struggled to navigate through the apartment as Quinn rushed to her side, offering to help with the bags as she flashed her a reassuring smile.
Brett sat on the couch in the living room, excitement coursing through him as he carefully unpacked his brand new PS5. The sleek design and state-of-the-art technology filled him with a sense of anticipation, eager to dive into the world of virtual adventure that awaited him.
"Check it out, Puck!" Brett called out, his voice filled with excitement as he held up the console for his friend to see. Puck's eyes lit up with excitement as he eagerly approached, a grin spreading across his face at the sight of the coveted gaming system.
"Whoa, dude, that's awesome!" Puck exclaimed, his enthusiasm matching Brett's own as he admired the sleek design of the PS5. "You're gonna have a blast with this thing!"
Brett nodded eagerly, his heart racing with anticipation as he imagined the countless hours of gaming fun that lay ahead. "Yeah, I can't wait to get started" he replied, his voice filled with excitement.
As Brett and Puck busied themselves setting up the console, Quinn and Santana could be heard chatting in the kitchen, their voices mingling in conversation.
With Puck's help, Brett soon had the PS5 set up and ready to go, the console humming to life as they eagerly awaited their first gaming session together. Quinn walked back into the living room, rolling her eyes playfully at the sight of Brett and Puck eagerly waiting with controllers in hand.
"You two are such kids" she teased, her tone affectionate as she shook her head in amusement. Brett grinned sheepishly, knowing full well that Quinn was right.
Brett watched Santana with a fond smile as she emerged from the kitchen, a tired smile playing at her lips as she announced, "I'm gonna go for nap so I'm ready for tonight" her voice soft with exhaustion.
Brett let out a triumphant whoop as he scored yet another touchdown in Madden NFL 24, his victory over Puck sealed with a wide grin. Puck groaned in defeat, shaking his head in mock frustration as he handed the controller back to Brett.
Quinn's voice interrupted their gaming session, reminding them that they needed to start getting ready for their evening plans. Brett nodded in agreement, setting down the controller and slowly pulling himself up with his crutches.
With determined strides, he made his way to Santana's room, where she had laid out his clothes for the evening. As he finished buttoning up his shirt, Santana emerged from the bathroom, her eyes lighting up with appreciation at the sight of him. "Wow" Santana breathed, her voice filled with admiration as she stepped closer to him, her hand reaching out to trace the contours of his biceps.
"You look incredible, Santana," Brett said sincerely, his gaze drinking in the sight of her in her elegant midi black dress. He took her hand in his, spinning her gently before pulling her close for a tender kiss.
Santana melted into his kiss, her arms wrapping around him as she deepened it even further. They kissed passionately, their bodies pressed against each other as if trying to merge into one. As they eventually pulled apart for air, Santana's heart was racing, "The things I want to do to you right now" Brett whispered in a low voice, his breath hot on her ear as he held onto her tightly.
Quinn stormed into Santana's room with purpose, her mind solely focused on the impending deadline they faced if they didn't leave immediately. But her determined stride faltered as she stumbled upon a scene that made her freeze in her tracks.
There, in the middle of the room, stood her brother and her best friend, locked in a passionate embrace. "Ew!" Quinn exclaimed, unable to contain her disgust as she caught sight of Brett's tongue entwined with Santana's.
"We need to go" Quinn announced abruptly, her voice tinged with annoyance as she turned on her heel and marched back out of the room. "Gross" Quinn muttered to herself, her words barely audible as she continued on her way. She couldn't erase the image from her mind.
Arriving at the steakhouse, Puck paid the driver and stepped out onto the sidewalk, her gaze scanning the bustling restaurant for their friends. She spotted Kurt and Blaine first, their familiar figures seated at a table near the window. Rachel and Mercedes were already there too, engaged in animated conversation as they waited for the others to arrive.
"Hey, guys!" Quinn called out, a forced cheerfulness creeping into her voice as she approached the table. Kurt looked up, a bright smile lighting up his face as he greeted them warmly.
"Quinn, Santana, Puck, Brett, it's so good to see you!" Kurt exclaimed, rising from his seat to embrace each of them in turn. Blaine followed suit, his friendly demeanor putting Quinn slightly more at ease.
Santana settled into the seat beside Brett, her touch light yet comforting as she placed her hand on his thigh. She offered him a reassuring smile, silently communicating her support as the waiter approached the table, menus in hand.
As they scanned the menu, Kurt's voice broke the comfortable silence, It was no secret that their relationship had been a topic of speculation among their friends, fueled by the occasional glimpse into their lives shared on Instagram stories. "So, Santana, Brett... are you…..?" he inquired, his tone light but with an underlying curiosity.
"Yeah, we're together" Santana confirmed, her tone casual but with an underlying sense of certainty. She turned her attention to Brett, a soft smile playing on her lips as he poured her a glass of wine with practiced ease.
Kurt let out a long breath, a knowing look passing between him and Santana. Quinn's gaze hardened as she narrowed her eyes at Kurt, "Did you know?" Quinn finally mustered the courage to ask, her voice soft but tinged with uncertainty.
Kurt met her gaze, his expression a mix of empathy and understanding. "Yes" he replied gently, his words laced with a hint of remorse.
Santana, sitting opposite Kurt, "I had to tell someone," she explained, her tone tinged with regret. "I couldn't keep it bottled up any longer". Quinn felt a surge of conflicting emotions rise within her chest, "We tell each other everything" Quinn murmured, her voice tinged with a trace of sadness.
Kurt reached out to place a comforting hand on her shoulder, his touch a silent reassurance of his support. "I know, Quinn," he said softly. "But Brett is your brother. She's hardly going to tell you that they had sex"
"I know," Quinn replied softly, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "I just... I wish you had told me, that's all". Santana nodded in understanding, "I'm sorry, Quinn, I should have told you."
Plates clinked gently as they savored their meals, the atmosphere tinged with a sense of camaraderie and warmth. Rachel's question about Brett's car accident cut through the chatter, drawing the attention of the group to him.
Brett paused, his fork hovering over his plate as he took a moment to gather his thoughts. Memories of that fateful night flashed through his mind, each detail etched vividly in his memory. "It was after a Dolphins game" Brett began, his voice soft but steady. "I was driving home, just like any other night, when suddenly, out of nowhere, this truck ran a red light."
He described the sickening screech of tires, the blinding flash of headlights, and the sickening lurch as his car flipped over, the world spinning around him in a dizzying blur. "I was lucky to escape with alive" Brett continued, his voice tinged with gratitude. "But the injuries...they were pretty severe. Both of my knees were fractured, and I had to undergo surgery to repair the damage."
"But I'm getting there" Brett said, his voice infused with determination. "Slowly but surely, I'm making progress. The doctors say I'll be back on my feet in no time, thanks to Santana's support and the amazing medical care I've received."
The elevator ride up to the rooftop bar was filled with anticipation and excitement, the hum of conversation punctuated by bursts of laughter and the occasional clink of glasses. Brett stood amidst his group, the familiar weight of his crutches supporting him as they ascended to the twenty-second floor. The doors slid open, revealing a breathtaking panorama of Manhattan spread out before them.
Westlight stretched out before them, a chic and stylish oasis amidst the urban sprawl of the city. The music throbbed through the air, its pulsing rhythm mingling with the low hum of conversation and the gentle rustle of the evening breeze. Lights twinkled in the distance, casting a warm and inviting glow over the bustling metropolis below.
The energy of the city seemed to infuse every corner of the rooftop venue, filling him with a sense of exhilaration and possibility. He glanced over at Santana, her expression a mix of concern and affection as she hovered by his side, her hand brushing against his arm in a silent gesture of support.
"Hey, stop worrying about me," Brett said, his voice tinged with amusement as he caught Santana's eye. He leaned in to press a quick kiss to her lips, the warmth of her touch sending a shiver of pleasure down his spine. Puck appeared at his side, handing him a cold beer with a grin, "Thanks, man, Let's make the most of tonight, shall we?"
Brett leaned against the railing, his gaze fixed on the glittering skyline of Manhattan. Santana stood beside him, her presence a comforting warmth against the chill of the evening. He pressed a gentle kiss to the side of her head, his lips brushing against her soft hair as they shared a quiet moment together.
"Go on, Santana," he said, nudging her playfully with his elbow. "Join them. I'll be fine here." Santana shook her head, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. "I'd rather keep you company," she replied, her voice soft and warm.
"You don't have to stay with me, you know," he said, reaching out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "I want you to have fun, enjoy yourself."
Santana met his gaze, her eyes shining with affection. "I am having fun" she said, her voice filled with sincerity. "Being here with you, it's all I need." Brett felt a swell of emotion rise within him as he looked at her as wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her close as they turned back to the view before them.
The roof buzzed with energy as they counted down the final moments of the year, each second ticking by with eager anticipation. "Ten! Nine! Eight!"
The countdown echoed through the room, voices rising in unison as the anticipation reached its peak. "Three! Two! One!"
At the stroke of midnight, the room erupted into cheers and applause. In the midst of the celebration, Santana felt Brett's arms wrap around her, pulling her close as he whispered in her ear. "Happy New Year" he murmured, his breath warm against her skin.
Santana smiled, her heart overflowing with joy as she leaned in to capture his lips in a tender kiss. Brett's kiss was soft and sweet, filled with a promise of new beginnings and endless possibilities.
But their moment of bliss was short-lived as Quinn intervened, pulling them apart to envelop them in tight hugs. Santana laughed, her heart light with happiness as she returned Quinn's embrace, grateful for the love and support of her friends.
Santana collapsed onto the floor with a giggle, Brett couldn't suppress a laugh of his own. He had wisely chosen to limit his alcohol intake, but he couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of his tipsy girlfriend and sister stumbling through the door infant of him.
With a weary sigh, Brett lowered himself onto Santana's bed, his crutches propped up against the wall beside him. He closed his eyes for a moment, relishing the feel of the soft mattress beneath him, he was pulled out of his thoughts as Santana suddenly jumped onto the bed next to him. Before he could process what was happening, she was straddling him and kissing him passionately.
Santana's lips tasted sweet, her hands roaming over Brett's body as they continued to kiss as his hands traced down her back. Their kisses grew more urgent, their breaths becoming heavy as their bodies pressed closer together. Santana let out a soft moan, sending shivers down Brett's spine as he pulled her even closer.
They broke the kiss for a moment, both catching their breath and gazing into each other's eyes. In that moment, there was no one else in the world but them. It was as if time had stopped and all that existed was this intense connection between them.
Without a word, Brett pulled Santana back in for another kiss, this time deeper and more passionate than before. He couldn't get enough of her taste, her touch, everything about her driving him wild with desire.
Santana's hands trailed down to Brett's waistband, seamlessly unbuttoning his pants before tugging at his shirt in one quick movement, causing buttons to scatter across the room as her fingers traced over his well-defined chest and abs.
Brett trailed kisses along her neck and collarbone, his hands sliding up her smooth thighs while pulling the dress up with his moments. Santana assisted in sliding the dress over her head, revealing her bare chest. Brett was captivated by the sight, taking one of her hardened nipples into his mouth, gently suckling on it as he traced her curves with his hands, exploring every inch of her body.
Santana moaned loudly as she arched into Brett's touch, reveling in the sensations he was evoking within her. Her fingers tangled in his hair as he made his way down towards her neck then mouth as his hands tug at her lace thong.
"Just give me a couple seconds" he says to her as he quickly takes off his knee braces and tosses them to the ground while she assists him in removing his pants and boxers, his arousal is evident and she can't help but feel a surge of excitement.
He leans back, watching her crawl towards him with a look of pure hunger in his eyes. She straddles him, her body trembling with anticipation as she slowly sank down onto him, her warmth surrounding him and sending shivers down his spine. He gripped her hips tightly, guiding her movements as she rode him, their bodies moving in perfect sync.
Their moans and gasps filled the air as they chased their pleasure, each movement becoming more desperate and intense. Santana leaned down to capture Brett's lips in a heated kiss, their tongues dancing together as they lost themselves in the moment.
As their bodies continued to move together, the intensity of their passion only grew. Santana's hands roamed over Brett's chest and arms, feeling every muscle ripple beneath her touch. She couldn't get enough of him - his scent, his taste, the way he made her feel like she was the only person in the world.
Santana's body was on fire, every nerve ending alight as she rode Brett as their moans filled the room. "God, you feel so good" she moaned, grinding against him harder as Brett's grip on her hips tightened. He urged her to go faster, deeper, and she willingly complied.
Brett's own moans echoed hers as he moved his hand to her clit, rubbing it in time with their movements. Santana gasped at the added sensation, feeling her orgasm building within her.
Their bodies moved together in perfect harmony, lost in a whirlwind of passion and desire. The intensity only grew with each passing moment until finally they both reached their peak.
Santana cried out as her orgasm crashed over her, waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Brett followed moments later, his own release flooding through him as they rode out their orgasms, their heavy breaths filling the room. Santana collapsed onto Brett's chest, both of them trying to catch their breath after such an intense experience.
After a few moments of silence, Santana lifted her head to look at Brett with a satisfied smile on her face. "That was incredible" she breathed out. Brett chuckled as he tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "You're incredible" he responded genuinely before pulling her in for a passionate kiss.
An hour goes by as Santana moans, her hips grinding against Brett's face. Her skin was slick with sweat and her hair cascaded down her back. Brett's hands roamed over her back, tracing every curve and dip of her body. He could feel her arousal building as his tongue moved in and out of her, eliciting pleasured sounds from her.
Unable to resist any longer, he moved his left hand down to his rock hard member, matching Santana's movements as she ground on top of him. He had never witnessed something so alluring and sensual before.
Brett couldn't help but marvel at how amazing it felt to be with someone like Santana, she was completely in control and driving him wild with desire.
Santana's moans grew louder as her pace quickened, sending waves of pleasure coursing through both of them. Brett could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge, but he didn't want it to end just yet. He wanted to savor every moment with her.
Their movements became more frantic as they reached their peak together, their cries mingling in the air as they both finally released their pent-up desire.
Santana collapsed on top of Brett, her breathing heavy and labored as she sat back on his chest. "That was...amazing," Santana managed to say in between pants. Brett chuckled, "You're telling me."
They stayed in that position for a few moments, just basking in the afterglow of their intense lovemaking. "Come on, let's clean up and get some rest" he said softly, pulling away from her.
They made their way to her bathroom and took turns rinsing off under the shower. Finally ready for bed, they crawled under the covers together. Brett pulled Santana into his arms, resting his chin on top of her head.
"I have to admit, I've never done anything like that before" she said quietly. Brett brushed a strand of hair out of her face and tucked it behind her ear. "I'm honored to have been your first then." They shared one more kiss before settling into each other's arms and drifting off to sleep.
The morning sunlight filtered through the blinds, casting a warm glow over the room as Brett slowly blinked his eyes open. Glancing at the digital clock on the nightstand, he saw that it was already 11:30 am. He shifted slightly, careful not to disturb Santana, who was still sleeping peacefully beside him. Deciding to let her rest a while longer, Brett carefully slipped out of bed, reaching for his crutches that were propped up against the wall.
With practiced ease, Brett maneuvered himself onto his crutches, his movements fluid despite the stiffness in his muscles. Quietly, he made his way out of the bedroom and into the living room, where he found Puck and Quinn already seated at the dining table, tucking into their brunch.
"Morning, guys," Brett greeted them with a smile as he hobbled over to join them, his crutches clicking softly against the hardwood floor. Puck looked up from his plate, a mouthful of food halfway to his mouth, and grinned. "Hey, Brett" he said, his voice muffled by the food. "Sleep well?" Brett nodded, sinking into the chair next to them with a sigh of contentment. "Yeah, I did" he replied, rubbing a hand over his tired eyes. "Santana's still asleep though. I figured I'd let her rest a bit longer." as he took a sip from his coffee mug.
Puck, ever the joker, couldn't resist making a teasing remark, causing Brett to nearly choke on his coffee. "You know, Brett," Puck said with a mischievous grin, "I never took Santana for a screamer." Brett's eyes widened in surprise, and he coughed, setting his mug down with a thud. Quinn, who had been in the middle of spreading peanut butter on her toast, froze in place, her eyes narrowing as she shot Puck a warning look.
"Puck" Quinn said sharply, her tone laced with annoyance. "Stop"
Puck held up his hands innocently, his grin widening. "Hey, I'm just saying," he said with a shrug. "You guys were going at it all night. Hard to sleep with all the moaning and screaming." Brett felt his cheeks flush with embarrassment, and he glanced nervously at Quinn, hoping she would come to his rescue. But Quinn's expression was one of thinly veiled disgust, and Brett could see the disapproval written all over her face.
"Seriously, Puck, enough" Quinn said firmly, her tone leaving no room for argument. "That's my brother and best friend."
Brett cleared his throat awkwardly, feeling like he wanted to sink into the floor and disappear as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He had hoped that the awkward moment would pass quickly, but as Santana emerged from the bedroom, looking sleepy but beautiful, he couldn't shake the feeling of discomfort that lingered in the air.
Santana made her way over to Brett, her movements fluid and graceful, and planted a soft kiss on his lips before greeting him with a warm "good morning." Her presence was like a ray of sunshine breaking through the clouds, instantly lifting Brett's spirits and easing the tension that had settled over the room.
But as Santana asked about their conversation, Brett's heart skipped a beat, and he felt a surge of panic. "Oh, uh, we were just, um, talking about... nothing really" Brett stammered, his voice betraying his nerves. He shot Puck a warning look, silently pleading with him to play along and keep quiet.
Puck, grinned mischievously but nodded in agreement. "Yeah, just shooting the breeze" he chimed in, his tone light and casual. "Nothing important."
Santana arched an eyebrow, "Alright, if you say so" Santana said with a shrug, deciding to let the matter drop. She moved to join Quinn at the kitchen counter, Brett couldn't help but marvel at how lucky he was to have her in his life. Despite the occasional awkward moment and the challenges they faced, their love remained strong and unwavering, a beacon of light in the darkness.
With Santana's presence filling the room with warmth and affection, Brett felt a sense of peace wash over him. Whatever the day had in store for them, he knew that as long as they were together, they could handle anything that came their way.