It was officially the first day of their road trip, and excitement thrummed through her veins as she glanced over at Brett, still lost in the realm of sleep. With a gentle shake, she roused him from his slumber, his groggy protests met with a patient smile from Santana. "Come on, sleepyhead" she urged, checking the time on her phone. "We need to be at the park by 7:30"
Brett groaned, the early hour not exactly aligning with his usual schedule, with a resigned sigh, he pushed back the covers and sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as Santana began to get ready around him. After what felt like an eternity of pleading, Brett finally relented, his protests melting away in the face of Santana's unwavering determination. With a resigned sigh, he agreed to start getting ready.
The drive to park passed in a blur of anticipation and excitement as they finally arrive at the carpark. Santana sighed softly as Brett protested as he eyed the wheelchair she had brought to him. "Come on, Brett" she urged gently, her tone tinged with a hint of exasperation. "You can't be on crutches all day. It'll wear you out." Brett shook his head stubbornly, his jaw set in a determined line as he mumbled something about managing. Santana rolled her eyes, knowing all too well that Brett's stubbornness was as much a part of him as his quick wit and infectious smile.
With a resigned sigh, Santana approached him, her hands resting gently on his shoulders as she met his gaze. "Brett, please" she pleaded, her voice soft but firm. "We're here to have fun, remember? Let me help you."
Reluctantly, Brett nodded, his shoulders sagging in defeat as he finally gave into Santana's insistence. With a small smile of gratitude, Santana helped him into the wheelchair, her touch gentle as she adjusted the straps and ensured he was comfortable.
The monorail ride was filled with anticipation and excitement, the hum of conversation and laughter filling the air as they neared their destination. Santana stole glances at Brett as they rode, her heart swelling with affection as she watched him gaze out the window with.
Her eyes widened in awe as she stepped foot into the Magic Kingdom, her senses immediately overwhelmed by the sights and sounds of the bustling park. Main Street stretched out before her, lined with quaint shops and adorned with colorful banners that fluttered in the gentle breeze. The iconic Cinderella Castle loomed in the distance, its spires reaching towards the sky like a beacon of magic and wonder.
Beside her, Brett grinned from ear to ear, his excitement contagious as he took in the sights of the park. "Isn't it amazing?" he exclaimed, his voice filled with wonder. Santana could only nod in response, her heart swelling with joy at the sight of Brett's infectious enthusiasm. Together, they began to make their way down Main Street, the cheerful melody of Disney tunes floating through the air as they walked.
Suddenly, Brett stopped in his tracks, "Hey, Santana, let's take a photo!" he suggested, gesturing towards a nearby PhotoPass photographer. Santana grinned and nodded eagerly as she carefully helped Brett onto his feet as they posed in front of the majestic Cinderella Castle.
With the photos taken, Santana and Brett continued their journey through the park, their spirits high as they made their way towards Fantasyland. As they entered the whimsical land of fairy tales and enchantment, Santana's eyes sparkled with excitement.
Together, they explored the various attractions and rides, immersing themselves in the fantastical world around them. From the gentle twirl of the Mad Tea Party to the thrilling adventure of Peter Pan's Flight, each ride brought new thrills and delights.
Brett's eyes gleamed with excitement as he and Santana roamed the magical realm of Disney, their spirits soaring as they immersed themselves in the enchanting atmosphere of the park. From the exhilarating thrills of Space Mountain to the whimsical charm of It's a Small World, each ride brought new adventures and delights.
One of the highlights of their afternoon came when they stumbled upon a food cart selling turkey legs. Brett's stomach growled in anticipation as they sat side by side on a bench sharing the delicious turkey leg. As they finished their food, Brett glanced at his watch and realized that it was time for them to move on to their next destination.
They settled into the car for the next leg of their journey, Brett couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over him. Santana's laughter filled the air, and he couldn't help but smile as he glanced over at her, her eyes sparkling with joy from their day at Disney.
"Did you have a good day?" Brett asked, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled between them. Santana turned to him with a bright smile, nodding enthusiastically. "I had so much fun" she replied, her voice filled with genuine happiness.
Brett's mental note to himself to plan another trip to Florida soon – one where they could explore all the parks together and create even more unforgettable memories. "Next time we're in Florida, I'll take you to all the parks" Brett promised, his eyes alight with excitement at the thought of sharing new adventures with Santana. Santana's smile widened at his words, and she reached out to squeeze his hand affectionately. "I'd love that," she said softly, her voice filled with love and gratitude.
As they drove through the picturesque countryside towards Savannah, Brett and Santana spent the journey talking and laughing together. They reminisced about their favorite moments from their day at Disney, sharing stories and inside jokes as the miles flew by.
Before they knew it, the sun had begun to set, casting a warm glow over the horizon. Brett's stomach growled in protest, and Santana chuckled at the sound. "I think it's time for dinner," she said with a grin, her eyes twinkling mischievously.
Brett nodded in agreement, his mouth watering at the thought of a hearty meal to fill his belly. They spotted a small diner up ahead and decided to stop for dinner, despite its questionable appearance.
They drove through the twilight, Brett couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the beauty of the sunset painting the sky in hues of orange and pink. The road stretched out before them, leading them closer to their destination with each passing mile.
As they finally arrived at their AirBnb, a charming 1800's home, Brett felt a wave of relief wash over him. The journey had been long, but they had made it safely to their next stop on their road trip adventure. Turning off the engine, Santana turned to Brett with a soft smile. "We're here," she announced.
Making their way inside, the creaking floorboards echoing with each step as they explored their temporary home. The interior was just as charming as the exterior, with vintage furnishings and ornate decor that spoke of a bygone era.
Santana yawned, her exhaustion evident as she leaned against Brett for support. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, "You look tired," Brett observed, concern flickering in his eyes as he studied her face. Santana nodded, stifling another yawn as she leaned into his touch. "I am," she admitted, her voice soft with weariness.
With a tender smile, he pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, his lips lingering against her skin for a moment before pulling away. "Let's go to bed," he suggested. Santana nodded in agreement, a grateful smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "That sounds perfect," she replied, her voice filled with relief.
They settled into bed together, Brett wrapped his arms around Santana, pulling her close as they drifted off to sleep.
Brett stirred from his slumber, his eyes blinking open as he glanced at the clock beside the bed. The digital numbers glowed softly in the dim light of the room, indicating that it was already 10 in the morning. He shifted slightly, feeling the warmth of Santana's body beside him, still lost in the depths of sleep.
He couldn't help but smile as he watched her, her chest rising and falling rhythmically with each breath. She looked so peaceful, her features softened in the gentle light filtering through the curtains.
With a soft sigh, Brett leaned in closer, his lips brushing against the skin of Santana's neck in a tender kiss. He felt her stir slightly at the touch, a soft murmur escaping her lips as she began to rouse from her slumber.
Santana shifted beside him, her eyelids fluttering as she slowly emerged from her dreams. She let out a small groan, her body stretching as she blinked sleepily up at Brett.
Gently, his hand slips under her shirt, grazing against her bare skin as he continues to kiss along her neck. "Good morning" he whispers but Santana stops him, "You're still in recovery"
"I'll be careful" he promised, his voice firm with determination as he brushed a strand of hair away from her face. "I can't hold back any longer" he said as he leaned back in and ran his tongue along her lips, seeking entry as they deepen their kiss.
Santana eventually breaks away. "I can tell you're feeling better" she cautions him, "but we still have to be careful", Brett nodded, his gaze locking with hers as he silently promised to heed her warning. He knew that he couldn't afford to push himself too hard, not when he was still on the road to recovery.
With one swift motion, his voice was barely above a whisper as he guided her hand to feel how aroused he was. "Please" he begged, his lips brushing against hers as he looked deeply into her eyes. "Do you see what you do to me?" as Santana slowly starts to move her hand against him while deepening the kiss.
Without breaking their kiss, Brett gently guided Santana to straddle his lap, his hands gripping onto her thighs as his gaze locks with hers while she strokes him. He moaned softly into her mouth as she began to move her hand against him faster, her touch sending jolts of pleasure coursing through his body. Santana couldn't deny the pull that Brett had on her. She wanted him just as much as he desired her as Brett's hands roamed over Santana's body pulling her shirt off, tracing every curve and dip with a reverent touch.
Santana leaned back as Brett took in her entire body while helping her up, before slowly lowering herself onto him.
Their bodies moved together in perfect rhythm, their moans mingled together in sweet harmony as they chased after their release. Brett's hands gripped onto Santana's hips, guiding her movements as she took control.
She rode him with passion and determination, her body moving with fluidity and grace as they both neared their climax. Brett couldn't resist the urge to hold onto her tightly, his lips finding hers in a desperate kiss.
The metal bed creaked loudly underneath their weight as they reached their climax. "Wow, that was quick" Brett laughed, as her pulled her in for a kiss, gripping her ass tightly while Santana slowed her movements.
Santana let out a satisfied sigh as she nestled her head on Brett's sweaty chest. He held her close in his arms as their breaths were still heavy from their passionate encounter as they lay there, relishing the aftermath. Playfully groaning, she buried her face in the Bretts neck for a moment before sitting up and stretching. "Well, I guess we should probably get up," she said.
Brett nodded in agreement as he watched as Santana get up, her movements graceful and fluid as she made her way to the bathroom to freshen up. Once they were both dressed and ready, Brett suggested they head out for brunch. "There's this great little cafe near Forsyth Park" he said, a hint of excitement in his voice. "I've heard they do amazing French toast." Santana smiled, the idea of a delicious brunch sounding like the perfect way to start the day. "Sounds good to me," she replied.
When they arrived, the cafe was bustling with activity, the scent of freshly brewed coffee and sizzling bacon filling the air. Brett and Santana found a table near the window and settled in, perusing the menu as they waited for their server to take their order.
Brett reached out to take Santana's hand, his touch warm and reassuring. "Hold my hand" he said, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. Santana chuckled, shaking her head at his antics. "You know I'm left-handed, right?" she teased, gently extricating her hand from his grasp. "It'll be a bit awkward if I try to eat with my other hand."
As they tucked into their meal, Brett couldn't help but feel grateful for moments like these as he glanced across the table at Santana, his heart swelling with affection at the sight of her.
The air was crisp as Brett and Santana strolled through Forsyth Park, the early afternoon sun casting dappled shadows across the cobblestone paths. Brett moved slowly, his crutches aiding him as he navigated the uneven terrain. The park was a verdant oasis in the heart of Savannah, its lush greenery and fragrant blooms a welcome respite from the hustle and bustle of city life. Tall oak trees stretched their branches towards the sky, their leaves rustling gently in the breeze. The sound of birdsong filled the air, adding to the tranquil atmosphere of the park.
Santana glanced over at Brett, a soft smile playing at her lips. "Isn't it beautiful?" she asked, her voice filled with wonder.
After a while, they decided to make their way to the Savannah Historic District, eager to immerse themselves in the rich history of the city. They hailed a taxi and soon found themselves wandering through the cobblestone streets, admiring the elegant architecture and quaint storefronts that lined the thoroughfares.
They stopped to admire the historic homes, their grand facades a testament to the city's storied past. As they walked, they stumbled upon the Bonaventure Cemetery, its ornate gates beckoning them inside. Together, Brett and Santana wandered through the cemetery, reading the inscriptions on the headstones and paying their respects to those who had come before them.
The evening air hung heavy with the promise of relaxation as Brett and Santana settled into their cozy Airbnb. After a day spent exploring, they both agreed that a quiet night in was just what they needed.
As they lounged on the couch, the soft glow of the television casting flickering shadows across the room, Brett suggested ordering dinner. Santana perked up at the idea, her stomach grumbling in agreement. However, when it came time to decide what to order, they found themselves at an impasse.
"I could really go for a burger" Brett suggested, eyeing the menu on his phone. Santana wrinkled her nose in distaste. "again? We had that at Disney" she reminded him. Brett sighed, feeling his resolve waver. "Alright, what do you suggest then?"
Santana's eyes lit up mischievously as she leaned forward, her finger tapping on the screen of Brett's phone. "Sushi" she declared, a hint of challenge in her voice.
Brett hesitated, "Fine, sushi it is". As Brett placed the order, Santana shot him a triumphant grin, her eyes sparkling with victory.
They spent the rest of the evening in comfortable silence, the only sounds filling the room the soft murmur of the television and the occasional clink of their chopsticks against their plates. Brett noticed Santana's shoulders relaxing, the tension of the day melting away with each bite. He reached out, gently massaging her feet as she sighed in contentment, leaning back against the cushions.
The morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room as Brett stirred awake. He turned to see Santana still nestled beside him, her soft snore a comforting rhythm in the quiet room. With a playful grin, Brett leaned in to press a series of gentle kisses along the curve of her neck, relishing in the feel of her skin beneath his lips.
To his surprise, Santana's eyes fluttered open almost immediately, a knowing smile dancing across her lips as she met his gaze. "Nope, not today" she chuckled, her voice laced with amusement. "We've got places to be"
Brett's grin widened at her playful response,"keep it in your pants, Pierce" Santana teased, giving him a playful shove as she untangled herself from the sheets. He watched her as she swung her legs over the side of the bed and rose to her feet, stretching her arms above her head in a graceful arc.
"I wish I could drive some of the way," Brett murmured. Santana placed a comforting hand on his back, her eyes filled with understanding. "I know, babe" she replied softly, her voice a soothing balm to his restless heart. "But it's only a four-hour journey. We'll be there before you know it."
Brett nodded, grateful for Santana's reassurance as they climbed into the car and buckled up for the drive ahead. As they merged onto the highway, Brett leaned back in his seat and let out a sigh, the rhythmic hum of the engine lulling him into a sense of calm.
For the first hour of their journey, Brett stared out the window in silence, lost in thought as he watched the world pass by in a blur of colors and shapes. But as they approached the halfway mark, he felt a sudden surge of restlessness wash over him, the desire to be behind the wheel growing stronger with each passing mile.
"I think I'll look for things to do in Charlotte later today," Brett announced, breaking the silence that had settled between them. Santana glanced over at him with a smile, her eyes twinkling with amusement.
"Sounds like a plan," she replied, her voice warm and encouraging. "We can find some cool spots to check out together." Brett nodded, feeling a spark of excitement ignite within him at the prospect of exploring a new city with Santana by his side. Despite the limitations of his injury, he refused to let it hold him back from experiencing all that life had to offer.
Santana and Brett arrived at their condo, their home for the duration of their stay in the city. Santana stepped inside, her eyes widening in awe at the sight that greeted her. The condo was a blend of modern elegance and urban charm, with exposed brick walls and sleek concrete floors that gave the space a chic industrial feel. Large windows flooded the rooms with natural light, illuminating the stylish furnishings and minimalist decor.
"Hey, what do you think?" Brett asked, gesturing to their surroundings with a sweep of his hand. Santana smiled, "It's amazing" she replied, her voice filled with genuine awe. "I love it."
As the evening approached, Brett turned to Santana with a twinkle in his eye, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "How about we go on a ghost walk tonight?" he suggested, his voice filled with excitement.
Santana's eyes widened in surprise at the unexpected proposal. She had never been one for spooky adventures, but something about the gleam in Brett's eyes stirred her curiosity. "A ghost walk?" she repeated, her voice tinged with uncertainty.
Brett nodded eagerly, his enthusiasm infectious. "Yeah! It'll be fun," he insisted, taking her hand in his. "Come on, it'll be an adventure." Despite her initial hesitation, Santana found herself unable to resist Brett's infectious enthusiasm. With a sigh of surrender, she gave in to his persuasive charm and agreed to join him on the ghost walk.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the streets of Charlotte, Brett and Santana found themselves among a group of curious souls gathered for a ghost walk through the historic city. They joined the tour guide and the rest of the group, their anticipation mounting as they prepared to delve into the eerie mysteries that lay hidden within the shadows of the past.
Their first stop on the ghost walk was the Presbyterian Church, a solemn and imposing structure that stood as a silent sentinel over the city. As they entered the churchyard, Santana gripped his arm tightly, her excitement mingling with a hint of apprehension as they followed the guide deeper into the shadows.
The tour continued through the winding streets of Charlotte, each stop revealing a new chapter in the city's haunted history. Finally, they arrived at their last stop of the evening: the McGlohon Theater, a grand old venue that had played host to countless performances over the years.
With a sense of trepidation, they followed the guide into the dimly lit interior of the theater, the echoes of their footsteps reverberating off the walls. Santana felt a knot form in her stomach as they entered the main auditorium, the air heavy with the weight of centuries of stories left untold.
Santana tossed and turned in the unfamiliar bed, her mind plagued by restless thoughts and unsettling dreams. Every creak of the floorboards and rustle of the curtains seemed to echo through the silent condo, sending shivers down her spine. She sighed and glanced over at Brett, his steady breathing a comforting presence in the darkness.
Unable to shake off her unease, Santana reached out and gently shook Brett awake, her voice barely above a whisper as she confessed her fears. Brett stirred, his eyes fluttering open as he turned to face her, a sleepy smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her protectively as he reassured her with a soft chuckle.
"Don't worry, San" he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. "I'll protect you from any ghost that dares to come near us" Santana let out a shaky laugh, her tension easing at Brett's comforting words. She buried her face in his chest, breathing in his familiar scent as she allowed herself to relax in his embrace.
The next morning dawned bright and clear, the previous night's anxieties fading into the light of day. Santana and Brett rose early, eager to begin the next leg of their journey. They packed their belongings and bid farewell to the cozy condo, ready to embark on the next adventure. As they made their way to the car, Santana couldn't shake off the lingering sense of unease from the night before as they set off towards their next destination, Washington.
As they drove, Brett reached over to squeeze Santana's knee, his eyes meeting hers with a warm smile. "These car journeys have been great" he remarked, his voice tinged with nostalgia. "It's been great to just connect without any distractions, you know?"
Santana nodded in agreement, a fond smile playing on her lips. She had cherished every moment spent with Brett on the road, the hours passing in a blur of laughter and conversation. With each passing mile, Santana felt her bond with Brett grow stronger, their connection deepening with every shared experience.
They checked into their Airbnb in Washington, excitement pulsed through Brett's veins. The prospect of exploring the nation's capital alongside Santana filled him with an infectious sense of joy. After dropping off their bags and freshening up, they wasted no time before hitting the streets once more.
Their first stop, the iconic White House. As they approached the historic building, Santana couldn't help but burst into laughter at Brett's exaggerated Donald Trump impressions. With tears streaming down her face, she playfully nudged Brett as he continued to mimic the former president.
After a quick stop outside the White House, Brett and Santana made their way to the Lincoln Memorial. Standing before the majestic statue of Abraham Lincoln, they marveled at its grandeur, snapping photos to capture the moment. Brett made sure to send the pictures to his parents, wanting to share the experience with them and make them a part of their journey.
As the evening descended upon them, Brett and Santana found themselves drawn to Grazie Nonna, a charming Italian restaurant nestled in the heart of Washington. The warm ambiance and tantalizing aroma of Italian cuisine greeted them as they stepped inside, setting the stage for a memorable dining experience.
Seated at a cozy table for two, Brett and Santana perused the menu, opting to start their meal with a classic favorite, they ordered a plate of calamari to share. As the dish arrived, Brett's eyes lit up with excitement, and he couldn't help but express his gratitude to Santana for orchestrating such a wonderful trip. Leaning across the table, he took her hand in his, pressing a tender kiss to her knuckles.
The gesture elicited a warm smile from Santana, her eyes sparkling with affection as she returned Brett's gaze as they engaged in light-hearted conversation, their laughter mingling with the ambient chatter of the restaurant.
As they dined, Santana remarked on the imminent arrival of New Year's Eve tomorrow, a milestone that seemed to have crept up on them unexpectedly. Brett chuckled at her observation, teasing her about the significance of the occasion. "Can you believe it's been a year since we first fucked?" he quipped, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.
Santana rolled her eyes playfully at Brett's remark, a playful smile tugging at the corners of her lips. As the evening progressed, they settled back into their Airbnb for the night. Brett turned to Santana, curiosity sparking in his eyes as he inquired about their plans for the following day.
Santana, reclining on the couch beside him, glanced up from her phone, a thoughtful expression crossing her features as she considered his question. "Well," she began, "Quinn and Puck arrived in New York this morning. It's only a three-hour car ride away, so we won't need to leave too early tomorrow."
Brett nodded, absorbing the information as he leaned back against the cushions. "And what do we have planned?" he asked, curiosity evident in his tone. Santana's lips curved into a knowing smile as she recounted Quinn's meticulously arranged itinerary. "Quinn has booked a restaurant for dinner, followed by tickets to a rooftop bar event" she explained.
Brett's interest piqued, "Is there a chance the night might end like last year?" he asked, his gaze meeting hers with a mixture of hope and mischief. A mischievous glint danced in Santana's eyes as she met Brett's gaze, a playful smile gracing her lips. "It's very likely" she replied, her voice laced with a hint of amusement.
