The days in Las Vegas melted into seamless shared moments and a budding connection between Brett and Santana. In the early light of the day, Brett stirred, his eyes opening to find Santana peacefully asleep beside him. The soft rays of morning painted a gentle portrait, accentuating her features with a subtle warmth.
Feeling a surge of affection, he leaned in, brushing a few strands of hair away from Santana's face, and planted a soft kiss on her forehead. The gesture was meant to be gentle, a sweet awakening to the day that held the promise of gratitude and shared moments.
"Santana," Brett whispered, his voice carrying the warmth of the morning. He continued to press soft kisses along her forehead, and her cheek, until her eyelashes fluttered, and her eyes met his.
A sleepy smile played on her lips as she gradually became aware of the presence beside her. In the pale light that filtered through the curtains, she could see Brett's tousled hair and the light stubble on his chin. She reached up to run her fingers through his hair, lingering on the curve of his earlobe.
"What time is it?" she murmured, her voice husky with sleep. "Early" Brett replied, his lips brushing against her ear as he kissed his was her neck, his hands tracing lazy circles on her skin.
Santana's eyes fluttered shut as she relished the feeling of Brett's touch. She knew, without a doubt, that he was experiencing the same pleasure. Her hands slid under the covers and she noticed his arousal. "Already?" she teased, her fingers slowly stroking him as he reciprocated by slipping his own fingers inside her.
Brett's other hand slowly travels up her body, and he whispers, "Have I ever told you how much I love your boobs?" His tongue follows the path of his fingers, causing shivers to run down her spine. "I'm glad you love them, they cost me a fortune." she quipped with a laugh.
With a determined expression, Santana asserted her control. She pushed him down and straddled his body, Brett's hands ran up her thighs to her hips, his eyes never leaving hers. She could see the desire in them, and it only fueled her own need for him. She leaned down to kiss him hungrily, their tongues tangling in a familiar dance.
Their bodies moved together in perfect harmony, each touch setting off sparks of pleasure. Her movements became more urgent as she ground down on him as his hands guided her movements.
Brett's hands roamed over Santana's body, his touch igniting every nerve ending as they moved together in perfect harmony. Her moans filled the room as she rolled her hips against him, her desire growing with each passing moment.
Brett's lips trailed down her neck and over her chest, causing Santana to arch her back in ecstasy. He lavished attention on her breasts, taking turns sucking and nipping at the soft flesh until she was writhing beneath him.
Santana's hands ran through Brett's hair as he made his way down her body, leaving a trail of hot kisses along her skin. His fingers expertly found their way to all the right places, eliciting moans and gasps from Santana as she gave herself completely to him.
Their movements became more frantic as their need for each other grew. They were both lost in the moment, consumed by their passion for one another. Every touch sent sparks of pleasure through their bodies, driving them closer and closer to the edge.
Brett held Santana firmly as he pulled out of her, then swiftly flipped her onto her stomach and stood behind her, his hands gripped her hips tightly as he entered her. She could feel the fullness of him inside her and it sent shivers down her spine. Her moans filled the room as he began to move, setting a fast and steady pace.
Brett's hands roamed over Santana's back, tracing every curve and dip of her body as he thrust into her from behind. Their bodies continued to move together in perfect sync, their passion reaching new heights with each passing moment.
Santana could feel herself getting closer to the edge, her body tensing with each thrust. She reached down to touch herself, but Brett grabbed her hand and intertwined their fingers together. "Let me take care of you" he whispered in her ear, his hot breath sending chills down her spine.
His words sent waves of pleasure through Santana's body as he continued to move inside her. She surrendered completely to him, letting go of all control and giving into the intense pleasure. As they both approached their climax, their movements became more frantic and urgent. Their moans and gasps filled the room as they lost themselves in each other.
And then it happened – they both reached their peak at the same time, exploding in a wave of ecstasy that left them both breathless and panting.
Exhausted, Brett collapsed onto the bed as Santana rolled over to meet him with a satisfied grin. He pulled closer and gave her a gentle kiss before enveloping her in his embrace "Happy Thanksgiving" Santana whispered against his lips. "Happy Thanksgiving, San" he replied, as she snuggled closer to him.
As they lay entwined, lost in the silent moments of shared glances and stolen kisses. Brett couldn't help but marvel at the depth in Santana's brown eyes, each gaze a testament to the growing bond they were carefully crafting.
Brett and Santana made their way to the shower, the water cascading around them like a gentle cascade. The rhythmic sound of droplets echoed the beating of their hearts, a cadence that seemed to synchronize their spirits in a dance of intimacy.
They stood beneath the warm spray, the air filled with the scent of soap and the undeniable chemistry of two souls entangled in a delicate waltz of affection. The physical closeness was a tangible manifestation of the emotional connection that continued to blossom between them.
Drying off, they chose their attire for the day—casual yet infused with a touch of Vegas flair. Brett's gaze lingered on Santana as she gracefully slipped into a tight, white dress, an ensemble that accentuated every curve, every contour. The sheer elegance of her appearance took his breath away. As he bent down to fasten her heels, his fingers delicately securing the straps, he couldn't help but express the admiration that welled up within him.
"You look so beautiful today" he whispered, the words carrying the sincerity of his sentiment. Santana's eyes met his in the reflection of the mirror, and a radiant smile graced her lips. The connection between them seemed to intensify in those small, intimate moments.
"Thank you" she responded, sealing her gratitude with a sweet peck on his lips as she returned the sentiment. "As do you," she added, her words resonating with a warmth that mirrored the affection they shared.
As Santana prepared to FaceTime her family, Brett seized the opportunity to do the same as settled into a quiet corner of the hotel room, the soft hum of conversation and laughter outside the frame. As he initiated the FaceTime call with his family, his mother's face appeared on the screen, the backdrop revealing the familiar chaos of the kitchen during their annual Thanksgiving preparations.
"Hey, Mom," Brett greeted, a wide smile forming on his face. "How's everything going?" His mother, still in the midst of culinary orchestrations, looked up from a pot on the stove. Her eyes lit up as she caught sight of Brett. "Oh, Brett! We're just getting everything ready for our lunch. How's the Keys treating you?"
Brett leaned in, the camera capturing the excitement in his eyes. "It's fantastic, Mom. We went fishing yesterday, but I have to admit, the fish outsmarted me this time." Laughter echoed from the other end, the familiar sound of family banter. During their conversation, Quinn, a lively presence in the room, couldn't resist joining in. She swiped the phone, and suddenly, Puck's face filled the screen.
"Hey, Brett!" Puck greeted, a broad grin stretching across his face. The unexpected appearance elicited a surprised yet delighted reaction from Brett. "Puck! What's up, man?" Brett exclaimed, the camaraderie between the two evident even through the screen.
Quinn, reveling in the surprise, chimed in, "I thought we could use a little family reunion on Thanksgiving. Puck's on leave, and we figured why not share the joy."
Amidst the lively conversations and updates, Brett couldn't help but steal glances at Santana in her own call. Her genuine laughter and animated expressions added a layer of happiness to the occasion. The prospect of spending Thanksgiving together in Las Vegas, away from their respective homes, felt like a bold adventure for them both.
Quinn's eyes flickered with a tinge of sadness, "It feels strange without you here for Thanksgiving, Brett," she admitted, her voice carrying a note of longing. Brett, sitting in the cozy ambiance of "The Keys", felt a pang of guilt for his sister. "I wish I could be there too, Quinn" Quinn nodded, a small smile tugging at her lips. "But Christmas isn't too far away."
Brett's eyes brightened at the mention of Christmas. "Absolutely! Speaking of which, Puck, any chance you'll be in town for Christmas?" Puck, who had been listening attentively, shrugged playfully. "I'll try my best, man. It'd be great to catch up, especially during the holidays." Brett grinned, appreciating the prospect of spending Christmas with his friends. "That would be amazing. We'll have to plan something special."
As the FaceTime calls gradually came to an end, Brett exchanged heartfelt wishes with his family, promising to catch up more in the coming days. Closing the virtual window, he turned his attention back to Santana, finding her in a similar moment of farewell with her own family.
Santana rose gracefully from the plush purple chair. Her steps carried a subtle anticipation as she approached Brett who awaited her. With an effortless charm, he took her hands in his, their fingers intertwining. "Ready to head out?" Santana inquired, her gaze meeting Brett's with a spark of excitement.
Brett responded with a mischievous grin, his eyes holding a playful gleam. "But not before one more thing" he murmured, drawing Santana closer. In that intimate moment, he embraced her, his lips seeking hers in a deep, lingering kiss.
Breaking away from the kiss, Brett gently guided Santana towards the door, their hands still joined as they made their way to The Cosmopolitan. They arrived at STK, a chic dining destination adorned with an air of sophistication.
Seated at a tastefully adorned table, the duo found themselves surrounded by the warmth of holiday decor. The menu boasted a tantalizing array of traditional Thanksgiving dishes, each dish a testament to culinary expertise. As the waiter poured the red wine into their glasses, Santana and Brett exchanged glances, a silent acknowledgment of the shared gratitude that colored this Thanksgiving evening.
They raised their wine glasses in unison, the crystal clinking softly. "Happy Thanksgiving," Brett toasted, his eyes locking onto Santana's with a genuine smile playing on his lips.
Santana mirrored the sentiment, her own smile radiant with the joy of the moment. Seated across from each other the rich aromas of turkey and all the trimmings filled the air, Brett turned to Santana, a look of genuine curiosity in his eyes. "What are you thankful for this year?" he asked, his hand reaching out to hold hers. Santana's gaze lingered on his, a soft smile playing on her lips as she delved into her thoughts.
Her mind sifted through the moments, both big and small, all the things that had shaped their connection. In that introspective pause, she realized the profound impact Brett had on her world. He had become the source of joy, the flicker of light that illuminated even the darkest corners. Santana's eyes softened as she turned to Brett, a newfound clarity settling within her.
"I'm thankful for you" she whispered, her voice carrying a depth of emotion that resonated in the intimate setting. Brett's expression softened, a warmth radiating from his eyes. His thumb moved rhythmically over her knuckles, a silent reassurance that echoed louder than words.
Santana felt a surge of vulnerability, an overwhelming sense of gratitude that transcended the confines of the holiday celebration. Amid the festive ambiance, she confessed what had been budding within her heart. "I love you" she blurted out, the words her escaping with a mix of surprise and sincerity.
The air between them seemed to pause, a moment that held the weight of unspoken emotions. Brett's eyes widened for a fraction of a second before a soft, genuine smile spread across his face. The sincerity in Santana's confession resonated deeply with him, and he squeezed her hand gently.
"I love you too" he replied, his voice a tender affirmation of the emotions they had tiptoed around. In that exchange of vulnerable truths, a new chapter unfolded in their connection. He took a moment to collect his thoughts, the weight of her words sinking in "You know," Brett started, his eyes still locked with Santana's, "I think I've loved you since the second I first met you." His words hung in the air, a confession that held the essence of a journey that had quietly unfolded between them.
Brett continued, his gaze unwavering. "You've made me see things differently, Santana. Meeting you has been like finding a compass in the chaos of life. You've made me realize where I need to be and where I want to go. And it's with you."
As the words lingered, Santana's eyes shimmered with a mix of emotions. The vulnerability they had shared had opened a door to a deeper connection, a shared understanding that surpassed the confines of a Thanksgiving celebration. Brett leaned over, a silent acknowledgment of the gravity of the moment, and pressed a soft kiss on Santana's forehead. It was a gesture that conveyed gratitude, affection, and the unspoken promise of a shared future.
As the Thanksgiving feast unfolded around them, their connection deepened, and the invisible thread that bound them together grew stronger. The last bit of pumpkin pie lingered on Santana's fork, a decadent finale to the lavish Thanksgiving feast they had just shared. With a contented sigh, she placed the fork down, looking at Brett with a playful glint in her eyes. "I swear, I feel like I'm going to burst after all that food," she confessed, a hand resting on her satisfied stomach.
Brett chuckled, his eyes dancing with amusement. "Well, then, I guess I'll have to carry you out of here" he teased, a smirk playing on his lips. The atmosphere between them was light, filled with the warmth of shared laughter and the afterglow of a delightful meal.
Their Thanksgiving adventure, however, was far from over. Brett leaned in, revealing the next item on their agenda. "Our Thanksgiving is just beginning. I've got us tickets to see 'O' by Cirque du Soleil this evening," he announced, a mischievous glimmer in his eyes. Santana's eyes widened in excitement, and a smile played on her lips.
Leaving the restaurant, the city's vibrant energy pulsed through the air as they strolled, hand in hand, through the bustling streets as they made their way to the Bellagio. They decided to start the evening off by indulging in the quintessential Vegas experience—grabbing drinks and trying their luck at the slot machines.
At the bar, Brett ordered a couple of cocktails, choosing a vibrant concoction that matched the neon-lit spirit of the city. The clinking of glasses, laughter, and the occasional cheer from a winning slot machine created a symphony of excitement. As they sipped their drinks, Brett's eyes sparkled with enthusiasm. "You ready to try your luck?" he asked, gesturing towards the array of slot machines that beckoned nearby. Santana nodded, intrigued by the prospect of a bit of playful gambling.
They settled in front of a machine, each taking a turn to pull the lever. The digital reels spun, and anticipation hung in the air. Santana's machine lit up with a cascade of colors, signaling a modest win. With their wallets only slightly lighter, they decided it was time to head to the theater for the grand spectacle of 'O.' The Bellagio's renowned aquatic show promised a mesmerizing blend of acrobatics, water, and visual poetry.
Entering the theater, they found their seats with a clear view of the stage. The ambiance was hushed with anticipation as the lights dimmed, and the curtain rose to unveil a world of enchantment. The performers danced on the water, defying gravity and creating a dreamscape that captured the essence of Cirque du Soleil.
As 'O' unfolded before their eyes, Santana and Brett were swept away by the magical choreography, the ethereal music, and the sheer artistry of the performers. The aquatic scenes, accompanied by breathtaking stunts, left them in awe.
Exiting the theater, the echoes of 'O' still resonated in Santana's mind, leaving her in a state of awe. "Wow, that was incredible," she exclaimed to Brett, her eyes shimmering with a mixture of excitement and admiration. The performance had been a sensory feast, a symphony of visual and auditory delights that lingered in the air around them.
As they made their way through the bustling corridors of the Bellagio, anticipation built up for another iconic Las Vegas experience—the famed Fountains of Bellagio. The night air was alive with the buzz of the city, and Brett, feeling the shared excitement, wrapped his arm around Santana.
They found a prime spot overlooking the dancing fountains, their jets of water illuminated by a mesmerizing play of lights. The anticipation heightened as the music started, and the first jets shot gracefully into the air. Santana's eyes widened with wonder, her gaze fixed on the enchanting display unfolding before them.
As the fountains swayed in a beautifully choreographed dance, Brett stole kisses on the side of Santana's head. In the midst of this captivating spectacle, with the rhythmic dance of water and light as their backdrop, he took a deep breath, "Santana" he said, his voice barely audible over the music of the fountains. He pulled her closer, his arm tightening around her. The jets in front of them soared into the night sky, creating a magical atmosphere.
"I've been meaning to ask you something." His heart raced, and he could feel the weight of the moment. The radiant glow from the fountains reflected in Santana's eyes, giving them an extra sparkle.
As the water jets reached their peak, casting a surreal glow on the couple, Brett took a steadying breath. "Santana, will you be my girlfriend, officially?" He spoke the words with sincerity, his eyes searching hers for a response.
Santana's heart skipped a beat. The music of the fountains seemed to harmonize with the moment, creating a symphony of emotions. She looked at Brett, her eyes filled with affection and joy.
A smile spread across her face, and she whispered, "Yes, Brett" as her hands gently pulled his face towards hers, and she kissed him softly at first. She used her tongue to swipe along his lips, seeking permission to enter. He eagerly parted his lips, deepening their kiss and allowing their kiss to become even more intense. As they broke apart, she whispered "I love you" gazing into his piercing blue eyes.
As the final notes of the music faded away, the lingered for a moment, absorbing the lingering magic of the fountains. Brett turned back to Santana, a grin on his face. "What did you think?" he asked, his eyes filled with the same excitement he had witnessed in hers.
Santana couldn't contain her enthusiasm. "It was incredible! I've seen these fountains in movies and on TV, but being here, experiencing it in person—it's a whole different level of amazing." She turned towards him, her eyes sparkling with gratitude.
Brett's hand found hers, fingers intertwining as they made their way back through the glittering expanse of the Vegas Strip. The night was still young and the city pulsed with energy, promising more adventures for the couple to explore.