Brett navigated his way through the bustling airport, his eyes scanned the sea of faces until he spotted his sister, Quinn, eagerly waiting for him. A wave of relief washed over him as he made his way towards her, the familiar sight of her warm smile instantly putting him at ease.
"Hey, Brett!" Quinn exclaimed, enveloping him in a tight hug. "Look at you, walking like a pro now." Brett chuckled, grateful for his sister's support as she helped him with one of his suitcases. "Thanks, Quinn. Feels good to be back on my feet."
As they made their way out of the airport, Quinn filled Brett in on the details of Santana's whereabouts. "Santana has no idea you're coming today" she informed him with a mischievous grin.
With Quinn's help, Brett loaded his suitcase into the Uber, anticipation building within him at the thought of seeing Santana again after weeks apart. As they drove back to the apartment, Brett couldn't shake the sense of excitement coursing through him.
"So, what's the plan?" Quinn asked, glancing over at him with a knowing look. Brett shrugged a playful glint in his eyes. "I figured we could just relax and catch up. Maybe order some takeout." Quinn nodded "I'm heading out to see Rachel tonight, so the apartment will be all yours." Brett grinned appreciatively. "Thanks, Quinn"
Once they arrived back at the apartment, Brett couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement at the thought of surprising Santana. He knew she would be thrilled to see him, even if it was a couple of days earlier than expected.
After Quinn bid him farewell and headed out to meet Rachel, Brett settled into the apartment, the familiar surroundings providing a sense of comfort. He couldn't wait to see Santana's reaction when she walked through the door and found him waiting for her.
As he waited for her to return from work, Brett busied himself with unpacking his belongings and making himself at home. The minutes ticked by slowly, each one filled with anticipation and excitement.
Finally, the sound of keys jingling in the lock signaled Santana's arrival. Brett's heart raced as he heard her voice, the sound filling him with joy and anticipation.
Santana froze in the doorway, her eyes widening in surprise as she took in the sight of Brett standing before her. "Brett?" she exclaimed, her voice filled with disbelief. Brett grinned, unable to suppress the surge of happiness that flooded through him at the sight of her. "Surprise," he said, his voice filled with warmth and affection.
Santana rushed forward, throwing her arms around him in a tight embrace. "I can't believe you're here" she murmured, her voice muffled against his chest.
Brett held her close, reveling in the feeling of being reunited with her as he leaned down, his lips met Santana's in a passionate kiss, igniting a fire that had been smoldering within him since the moment they had parted. He savored the taste of her lips, the familiar warmth and sweetness that he had missed so dearly during their time apart.
"I've missed you so much," he murmured against her lips, his voice filled with longing and desire. Santana responded eagerly, pulling him closer as she deepened the kiss, her fingers tangling in his hair. The intensity of their embrace sent shivers down Brett's spine, every touch, every caress igniting a spark of passion between them.
With each kiss, each tender touch, the distance and time apart melted away, leaving only the fierce longing and love that bound them together. Brett found himself lost in the moment, consumed by the overwhelming sense of completeness that only Santana could bring him.
As they moved towards the couch, their bodies pressed together in a tangle of limbs and desire, Brett's heart swelled with love for the woman in his arms. He had dreamed of this moment, of being reunited with Santana, and now that it was finally happening, he never wanted it to end.
Their make-out session continued, the intensity building with each passing moment. Brett's hands roamed over Santana's body, tracing every curve and contour as he reveled in the feel of her beneath his touch.
Brett's heart raced as Santana pulled back from their kiss, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she posed a simple question. "dinner or sex?" she asked, a playful smile tugging at the corners of her lips.
Brett couldn't help but laugh at her teasing tone, his desire for her burning even brighter at her suggestive words. "Sex" he replied without hesitation, his voice husky with desire as he leaned in to capture her lips in another heated kiss.
Santana responded eagerly, her arms wrapping around his neck as she deepened the kiss, her body pressed against him in a tantalizing embrace. Brett felt a surge of desire coursing through him, his hands roaming over Santana's body as they continued to explore each other's lips with a hunger that bordered on desperation.
With a groan of longing, Brett pulled Santana closer, his desire for her overwhelming his senses as he lost himself in the intoxicating taste of her lips. Every touch, every kiss sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through his body, igniting a fire that threatened to consume them both.
As their passion intensified, Brett found himself unable to resist Santana's magnetic pull, his need for her driving him to take action. With a swift motion, he lifted her off the couch, his arms strong and sure as he carried her toward her bedroom.
Santana giggled with delight, her arms wrapped tightly around Brett's neck as he carried her, her laughter mingling with his own as they made their way towards her bedroom. The anticipation of what was to come sent a thrill of excitement coursing through Brett's veins, his heart pounding with anticipation as they drew closer to their destination.
They entered Santana's bedroom with Brett playfully kicking the door behind them before playfully throwing her onto the bed. As he climbed onto the bed after her, his eyes dark with desire as he hovered over her. Their lips met in another searing kiss as his hands explored every inch of her body and the sound of their heavy breathing filled the room.
Santana's fingers tangled in Brett's hair as he trailed kisses down her neck and collarbone, his hands sliding under her shirt to explore the smooth skin of her back. She arched into his touch, a low moan escaping her throat as he kissed his way down to the swell of her breasts.
Brett's hands moved to unbutton Santana's work shirt, revealing more and more skin with each one until it was fully open. He pulled back slightly to admire the view before him, his gaze filled with adoration for the beautiful woman beneath him before taking his shirt off.
Santana blushed under his intense stare but couldn't help but feel flattered by it. She reached up to pull him back down for another passionate kiss while trailing her nails down his chest and stomach. His muscles tensed under her touch, a groan escaping from deep within his chest.
Unable to resist, Santana playfully nibbled on Brett's earlobe and whispered in his ear, "I want you to fuck me." This immediately caused Brett to squirm with anticipation.
He shifted his weight to one hand and used the other to pull her shirt off and unhook her bra with practiced ease. He tossed it aside before capturing her nipple in his mouth, sucking and teasing. Santana let out a breathy sigh as she tangled her fingers in Brett's hair, urging him on. His hand trailed down her stomach to the button of her pants, quickly undoing it and pulling them off along with her panties before tending to his clothes.
With both of them now bare before each other, they gazed at each other with a mixture of love and desire. Without breaking eye contact he positioned himself at Santana's entrance. Their eyes never left each other as Brett slowly entered her, both of them gasping at the feeling.
As they began to move together, their bodies moving in perfect synchronization, their connection became more intense than ever before. Each thrust brings them closer and closer to the edge. Brett's hands gripped Santana's hips tightly as he quickened his pace, driving deeper and deeper into her.
Santana's fingers dug into Brett's shoulders as she met his every movement with equal passion. She could feel her body tingling with pleasure, her muscles tensing as she approached her climax. Brett could sense feel muscles contracting as his fingers skillfully stroked her clit, causing him to thrust harder and faster into her. She moaned his name in pleasure, and with one final cry of "I'm cumming" as she reached her climax.
Brett pulled out of her, bringing her into a passionate kiss before his lips trailed down her body, lingering on her nipple. "God, I love you" he whispered as his hands traveled down to grasp her hips as he positioned himself at her entrance once again.
He thrust into her with rough and sloppy movements, driven by his desire for release. Santana lay beneath Brett, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she moaned loudly and thrusts became more urgent. She reached down between them and began to rub her clit, adding to the intense pleasure surging through her body. This action, watching her pleasure herself pushed Brett over the edge, and with one last powerful thrust, he moaned deeply as he reached his climax deep inside of her.
Their bodies trembled and then collapsed onto the bed, their breathing heavy as they rode out their orgasms together. Brett rolled off of Santana, pulling her into his arms as they lay side by side, their fingers intertwined.
"I needed that," Santana said breathlessly, turning her head to look at him with a satisfied smile on her face. "We're only just getting started" Brett replied without hesitation before capturing her lips in a slow and loving kiss.
The following morning Santana and Brett sat on the island, enjoying their breakfast together. Santana's fingers trailed gently over Brett's neck and into his hair, as they savored their meal, the door swung open, with Quinn and Rachel breezing into the apartment.
Santana looked up, a curious expression on her face as she watched her friends enter. "Where have you been?" Santana asked with a yawn, her voice still heavy with sleep. Rachel, ever the cheeky one, couldn't resist chiming in. "Quinn didn't want to spend the night in the apartment with your late-night rendezvous," she teased, a mischievous twinkle in her eye.
Santana shot Rachel a glare, "Shut up, troll" she retorted, her tone laced with amusement. Brett chuckled softly, his hand finding Santana's beneath the table, their fingers intertwining in a silent gesture of solidarity.
"To be honest," Brett began, his voice laced with amusement, "If it were Puck and Quinn, I'd probably spend the night elsewhere." The air in the room was light with laughter as Brett's remark elicited a chuckle from everyone present. His easygoing demeanor and casual shrug only added to the jovial atmosphere, but Santana couldn't shake the feeling of embarrassment creeping up on her.
"Besides" Rachel added with a playful smirk, "everyone knows Santana has a loud, healthy appetite for some late-night activities." Santana's eyes widened in disbelief as Rachel's words hung in the air, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. She shot Rachel a glare, her expression a mixture of indignation and amusement, but Quinn's laughter only fueled the fire.
Quinn, always one to join in on the teasing, nodded in agreement with Rachel's statement. "It's true" she chimed in, her grin widening as she glanced between Santana and Brett. Santana's mouth fell open in shock at Quinn's words as Brett's laughter filled the room. She couldn't believe her friends were ganging up on her like this, and she couldn't help but feel a pang of hurt at their teasing.
"Why are you all ganging up on me?" Santana protested, her laughter tinged with a hint of exasperation. "What have I done to deserve this?" Brett, still chuckling, reached out to squeeze Santana's hand reassuringly. "Hey, it's all in good fun," he said with a warm smile, "You are loud though"
Santana shot him a glare, her eyes wide in disbelief. "Remember, Brett, you're not the only one who has made me moan" Santana quipped, shooting him a teasing glare. "They've heard me before."
Brett burst into laughter at her remark, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he leaned back in his chair. "Oh, are you trying to make me jealous, Miss Lopez?" he teased, a playful glint in his eyes.
Rolling her eyes, Santana couldn't suppress a grin as Brett stood up from the barstool and wrapped his arms around her, Santana couldn't help but lean into his embrace, enjoying the warmth of his touch. She playfully warned him, "You're very close to getting an elbow to the balls if you keep this up." Brett chuckled, pressing a gentle kiss to her temple.
Quinn's voice broke, pulling Brett's attention away from Santana for a moment as he rested his chin on the top of her head while his fingers traced gentle patterns on her arms. "What are your plans for today?" she inquired, her curiosity evident in her tone.
Brett glanced over at Quinn, a small smile playing on his lips. "We're heading to New Jersey" he replied, his voice calm and composed. Quinn's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "New Jersey? Why?" she asked, her interest piqued.
Brett's fingers continued their soothing motion on Santana's arms as he explained, "We're scoping out a few areas for an apartment." Quinn's eyes widened in shock as she turned to Santana, her expression a mix of disbelief and concern. "Are you moving out?" she asked, her voice tinged with uncertainty.
Brett chuckled softly at Quinn's reaction, shaking his head in amusement. "No, Quinn, it's for me" he reassured her, his tone light. "Don't panic." Quinn's eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she processed Brett's words. "But why do you need an apartment?" she asked, her curiosity getting the better of her.
Brett glanced over at Santana, a fond smile gracing his lips as he thought about their future together. "I'm moving out here in a few months" he explained, his voice filled with quiet determination. Santana chimed in, her voice gentle but firm. "Brett has only ever lived at your parents' house," she said, her tone matter-of-fact. "He needs some independence."
Quinn sighed, realizing the truth in Santana's words. "I suppose you're right," she admitted, her tone resigned. "But I just assumed you would move in with us." Brett smiled at Quinn's admission, grateful for her understanding. "I appreciate the offer, Quinn, but I think it's time for me to spread my wings a little," he said, his voice tinged with excitement. "Besides, I'll still be close by."
Quinn nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "I understand," she said, her tone softening. "I just want what's best for you, Brett." Brett's heart swelled with gratitude at Quinn's words, touched by her unwavering support. "Thanks, Quinn," he said, his voice filled with emotion. "I appreciate it."
Brett leaned against the kitchen counter, a sense of excitement coursing through him as he looked at Quinn and Rachel. "So, what do you guys say? Wanna come with us?" he asked, a hopeful expression on his face.
Quinn nodded eagerly, her expression determined. "Of course, Brett. I want to make sure you end up somewhere nice and safe," she replied, her voice filled with sincerity. Rachel chimed in, "Yeah, count me in too." she said, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
"Alright, then. Let's make it happen," Brett said, his voice filled with determination. Santana glanced at the clock on the wall, her eyebrows furrowing in concentration. "We should probably start getting ready," she said, her voice practical.
Thirty minutes later, they were all gathered in the living room, ready to embark on their adventure. Brett glanced around at his companions, feeling a surge of gratitude for their friendship and support.
"Alright, let's do this," he said, his voice filled with determination. Brett's heart swelled with contentment as he intertwined his fingers with Santana's, their hands fitting together perfectly as they navigated the bustling streets of Brooklyn. The sunlight danced off the skyscrapers as they made their way towards the subway station.
As they descended into the depths of the subway, the noise of the city above faded into the background, replaced by the rhythmic hum of the train tracks. Brett leaned in close to Santana, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered words of affection. She smiled up at him, her eyes sparkling with happiness as she leaned into his touch.
Quinn and Rachel exchanged knowing glances as they observed the couple, their hearts warmed by the sight of their happiness. It was evident that Brett and Santana were deeply in love, their connection obvious with each tender gesture and stolen kiss.
Quinn nudged Rachel gently, a smile playing on her lips as she whispered, "They look so happy together, don't they?" Rachel nodded, her eyes filled with warmth as she watched Brett and Santana interact. "Yeah, they do. It's like they're in their little world."
Brett glanced over at his friends, a grin spreading across his face as he caught their gaze. "What are you two gossiping about over there?" he teased, his tone playful. Quinn laughed, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Oh, none of your business.
Santana leaned her head against Brett's shoulder, a contented sigh escaping her lips. "I'm just glad you're here with me" she whispered, her voice filled with emotion. Brett tightened his grip on her hand, his heart overflowing with love for her. "Me too, Santana. Me too" he whispered back, his voice barely above a whisper.
The subway rattled along its tracks, the journey stretched on for what felt like an eternity. As they neared their destination, Quinn pointed out various apartment blocks that she had researched on the way there. She scrutinized each building with a discerning eye, evaluating factors such as location, amenities, and safety. Brett listened attentively as she listed off the pros and cons of each option, grateful for her thoroughness even if it did make the process feel a bit overwhelming.
Eventually, the subway pulled into their stop, and the group disembarked onto the bustling streets of New Jersey. Quinn led the way, her determination palpable as she guided them toward the first apartment on their list.
As they walked, Brett couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement building within him. The prospect of finding his place in the city filled him with anticipation, and he couldn't wait to see what the future held in store for him. Santana walked beside him, her presence a comforting reminder that he wasn't alone in this journey.
After touring several apartment buildings, the group decided to take a break and grab lunch in the bustling neighborhood of Journal Square. They settled on Hummus Republic, a cozy spot known for its delicious Mediterranean cuisine. As they perused the menu, Santana couldn't resist making a playful jab at Rachel's dietary preferences.
"So, Rachel, any recommendations for us non-vegans?" Santana teased, a mischievous twinkle in her eye. Rachel rolled her eyes playfully, accustomed to Santana's good-natured teasing. "Well, considering you're the one who can't resist a good steak, I'd say you're in good hands here" she replied with a grin.
Brett chuckled at their banter, feeling a sense of warmth and camaraderie wash over him. Despite the stress of apartment hunting, he couldn't help but feel grateful for the company of his friends and family as he started to explore a new chapter of his life.
The ride back to Brooklyn was considerably quieter than the journey to New Jersey. The group was tired from their day of apartment hunting, but there was a sense of contentment in the air. Brett leaned back against the seat, his mind drifting back to the various apartments they had toured earlier in the day.
Santana sat beside him, her hand resting lightly on his thigh as she glanced over at him with a curious expression. "So, did you like any of the apartments we saw today?" she asked, her voice soft against the backdrop of the train's gentle rumble. Brett nodded in response, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Yeah, I liked the one near Journal Square," he admitted. "It seemed like a nice area, and the apartment itself was pretty spacious."
Quinn, who was sitting across from them, perked up at his words. "That's great to hear!" she exclaimed, her eyes lighting up with excitement. "Did you decide if you're going to get roommates or not?" Brett considered her question for a moment before nodding. "Yeah, I think so" he replied. "I've been talking to a few people through the housing portal at NYU. It seems like a good way to meet new people and save some money on rent."
Quinn beamed with pride, her expression bordering on disbelief. "I can't believe my little brother is going to college," she said, her voice filled with emotion. "You're going to have the time of your life, Brett." Brett couldn't help but feel a swell of gratitude towards his sister. Despite their occasional disagreements and sibling rivalries, Quinn had always been there for him, supporting him every step of the way.
As the subway rattled along its tracks, Brett found himself lost in thought, contemplating the exciting journey that lay ahead. College was a new chapter in his life, a chance to explore new opportunities, make new friends, and discover who he truly was. Santana leaned her head against his shoulder, her presence a comforting reminder of the love and support that surrounded him. Brett wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close as they rode the subway back home.
Brett, Santana, and Quinn returned to the apartment in Brooklyn feeling exhausted but satisfied. Once inside, the trio shed their jackets and kicked off their shoes, eager to relax after a busy day. Santana flopped down onto the couch with a relieved sigh, while Quinn disappeared into her room to change into something more comfortable. Brett followed suit, swapping out jeans for sweatpants.
As he emerged from the bedroom, Brett found Santana curled up on the couch, her legs tucked beneath her as she scrolled through her phone. "Looks like it's just the three of us tonight," Brett remarked, joining Santana on the couch. He draped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close as he leaned back against the cushions.
Santana glanced up from her phone, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. "Sounds perfect to me," she replied, leaning into his embrace. "I could use a quiet night in."
Quinn emerged from her room a few moments later, dressed in a cozy sweater and leggings. She settled onto the couch beside Santana, a contented expression on her face as she kicked her feet up onto the coffee table.
"So, what's on the agenda for tonight?" Quinn asked, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "Movie night?" Santana nodded in agreement, her eyes lighting up at the idea. "That sounds perfect," she said, reaching for the remote to power on the TV. "I'll go make dinner while you guys pick out a movie."
The familiar scent of sizzling onions and peppers filled the air as Brett stepped into the kitchen, greeted by the comforting sight of Santana in her element, chopping vegetables with practiced ease. "Smells amazing in here," Brett remarked, crossing the threshold and kicking off his shoes. "What's on the menu tonight?"
Santana glanced up from her cutting board, a warm smile lighting up her face at the sight of Brett. "Chicken fajitas," she replied, her voice tinged with excitement. Brett's stomach rumbled in anticipation at the mention of his favorite dish. "Sounds perfect," he said, making his way over to the kitchen island to get a closer look at Santana's culinary handiwork. "Need any help?"
Santana shook her head, her attention fully focused on the task at hand. As Santana worked her magic in the kitchen, Quinn emerged drawn by the tantalizing aroma wafting through the apartment. "Chicken fajitas, my favorite!" Quinn exclaimed, her mouth watering at the sight of the sizzling skillet on the stove. "Thanks, Santana." Santana flashed her a grin, her cheeks flushed with pride at the compliment. "
With dinner nearly ready, Quinn and Brett settled in the living room, lying on the couch as they waited for Santana to finish cooking. Finally, Santana emerged from the kitchen, a steaming skillet of chicken fajitas in hand. The aroma was intoxicating, the sizzle of the meat mingling with the fragrant spices and charred vegetables. Brett's mouth watered at the sight, his stomach growling in anticipation as Santana set the skillet down on the coffee table.
"Dig in, everyone," Santana said, her voice filled with excitement as she passed around plates and tortillas. "I hope you like it." Brett wasted no time loading up his plate with sizzling chicken, caramelized onions, and peppers, drizzling on a generous dollop of salsa before wrapping it all up in a warm tortilla. The first bite was pure bliss, the flavors exploding on his tongue in a symphony of spice and savory goodness.
Hours passed in a blur of laughter as they watched various movies, until finally, fatigue began to set in. With a yawn, Santana stretched her arms overhead, her eyes drooping with exhaustion. "I think it's time we call it a night," she said, stifling another yawn. "I don't know about you guys, but I could use some sleep."
Brett nodded in agreement, feeling the weight of the day catching up to him. He glanced over at Santana, her eyes heavy with sleep as she curled up against his side. At that moment, he felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude for the simple pleasures of life—the warmth of home, the comfort of loved ones, and the promise of another day together.
With a contented sigh, Brett leaned down to press a gentle kiss to Santana's forehead, feeling her relax against him in response.
The soft light of dawn filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow across the room as Brett stirred from his slumber. He glanced at the clock beside the bed, squinting to make out the numbers in the early morning light. 6:00 AM. Too early to be awake, he thought to himself, but sleep eluded him nonetheless. With a resigned sigh, he turned onto his side, his gaze drifting over to Santana, who lay beside him, her features softened in sleep.
They had shared a wonderful weekend, filled with laughter, love, and lazy days spent exploring the city. Yesterday had been particularly memorable, as they had joined a group of Santana's work friends for drinks at a rooftop bar, soaking in the stunning views and vibrant energy of the city below. But now, in the quiet stillness of the morning, Brett found himself content to simply watch Santana sleep, his heart swelling with affection for the woman beside him.
As he lay there, lost in thought, he heard the faint sound of movement outside of the room. Knowing it's Quinn bustling around, getting ready for work he quietly slipped out of bed, careful not to disturb Santana's peaceful slumber. Padding over to the kitchen, he poured himself a glass of water, relishing the cool liquid as it quenched his thirst. Leaning against the countertop, he watched Quinn as she gathered her things, preparing to face the day ahead.
"Morning, Brett," Quinn said, her voice soft and warm as she glanced over at him. "Couldn't sleep?" Brett shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips. "Nah" he replied, taking a sip of his water. Quinn nodded in understanding, her expression sympathetic. "Well, hopefully, you can catch a few more hours when we're out at work," she said, shouldering her bag and heading towards the door. "I'll see you later." "Take care, Quinn," Brett called after her, watching as she disappeared out the door.
With a sigh, he made his way back to the bedroom, slipping under the covers beside Santana once more. As he settled in, he couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude for the woman beside him. Santana stirred slightly, her eyes fluttering open as she turned to face him. "What are you doing?" she murmured, her voice soft with sleep. Brett shrugged, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. "Couldn't sleep" he admitted. "Thought I'd just watch you for a while."
Santana rolled her eyes playfully, a fond smile tugging at her lips. "That's kinda creepy, you know" she teased, reaching out to playfully tousle his hair. Brett chuckled, pulling her closer until their bodies were pressed together. "Can't help it" he said, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "You're just too beautiful."
Santana laughed, burying her face in his chest as they settled into each other's arms. For a long moment, they lay there in comfortable silence, the only sound the steady rhythm of their breathing.
Eventually, Santana spoke up, her voice soft and contemplative. "I had a great time this weekend," she said, her fingers tracing lazy patterns across Brett's chest. Brett smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "Me too" he replied, his heart swelling with affection for the woman beside him. "I love you, San." Santana looked up at him, her eyes filled with love and warmth. "I love you too" she whispered, her words carrying the weight of a promise.
"I need to get ready for work," she said reluctantly, turning to face him. "I'm heading into the city today." Brett groaned playfully, burying his face in the crook of her neck. "Don't go," he whined, his voice muffled against her skin.
Santana laughed, running her fingers through his hair. "As much as I'd love to stay in bed with you all day, I've got bills to pay," she teased, pressing a kiss to his forehead. Brett pouted, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well, then I'll just have to join you," he declared, rolling over to hover above her.
Santana raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corner of her lips. "Oh? And what are you going to do while I'm at work?" she asked, teasingly. Brett shrugged, leaning down to pepper kisses along her jawline. "I'll figure something out," he replied, his lips brushing against her skin. "Maybe I'll explore the city, and find something fun to do."
Santana chuckled, wrapping her arms around him and pulling him closer. "Alright, fine," she relented, smiling up at him. "But no causing trouble while I'm gone, okay?" Brett grinned, pressing a lingering kiss to her lips. "I promise to be on my best behavior," he said, his voice sincere.
With a sigh, Santana reluctantly untangled herself from Brett's embrace and climbed out of bed. She quickly showered and dressed, the anticipation of the day ahead tingling in her veins. As she made her way to the kitchen to grab a quick breakfast, Brett followed close behind, his presence a comforting presence at her side.
They sat together at the kitchen table, sharing a simple meal of toast and coffee as they chatted about their plans for the day. Santana filled Brett in on her schedule, detailing the meetings and appointments she had lined up in the city. Once they had finished eating, Santana gathered her things and prepared to head out the door.
Brett walked her to the subway station, his hand intertwined with hers as they navigated the bustling streets of Brooklyn. When they reached the platform, Santana turned to face him, "Thank you for walking me to work" she said, smiling up at him. Brett brushed a stray lock of hair away from her face, his eyes soft with affection. "Anything for you my darling" he replied, his voice filled with warmth.
After seeing Santana off to work with a lingering kiss, Brett set off on his mission for the day. With the sun shining brightly overhead, he made his way through the bustling streets of New York, feeling a sense of purpose coursing through his veins.
His first stop was a local gym, where he spent a few hours chatting with the staff and getting a feel for the place. The atmosphere was welcoming, and the clientele seemed friendly—a promising sign. As he wandered around, taking in the sights and sounds of the busy workout floor, Brett couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement at the prospect of potentially working there.
Brett continued his exploration of the city, stopping at various gyms along the way. With each interaction, he felt more confident and optimistic about his chances of finding work in the area. As the afternoon wore on, his stomach began to growl, reminding him that he hadn't eaten since breakfast. He spotted a cozy-looking deli on the corner and decided to stop in for a bite to eat. As he savored a delicious sandwich and sipped on a cold drink, he couldn't help but feel grateful for the simple pleasures of life—a good meal, a warm day, and the promise of new beginnings.
Feeling refreshed and energized, Brett checked his phone and saw that he had received a message about a potential job interview at one of the gyms he had visited earlier. Excitement bubbled up inside him as he quickly responded, confirming his availability for the interview.
Finally stepping into the apartment, he found Santana sitting at the kitchen island, her laptop open in front of her as she worked diligently on her tasks for the day. Her face lit up with a smile as she saw him, and Brett's heart skipped a beat at the sight of her.
"Hey there," Santana greeted him, her voice warm and inviting. "How was your day?" Brett couldn't contain his excitement as he practically bounded over to her, taking a seat beside her on the island. "It was amazing" he replied, unable to keep the grin from spreading across his face. "I have a job interview at one of the gyms I visited earlier" Santana's eyes widened in delight, and she reached out to squeeze his hand. "That's fantastic, Brett! I knew you'd find something."
Santana leaned in to press a gentle kiss to his cheek. "I'm so proud of you, Brett," she said softly. "You're going to do amazing things here in New York."