"Alright, you two. We're not spending the night cooped up in here. I've booked a table for dinner in the city. Kurt, Blaine, and Rachel are joining us. It's going to be a fantastic night out."
Santana raised an eyebrow, her interest piqued. A night in the city with friends promised a welcome distraction as Brett grinned, his enthusiasm matching Quinn's, "Sounds like a plan".
They made their way to Manhattan, the city lights shimmering against the night sky, Santana couldn't shake the subtle tension that accompanied Brett's presence. His eyes lingered, a subtle intensity that spoke volumes. A flash of uncertainty crossed Santana's mind as she walked beside him, navigating the crowded streets.
Quinn led the way to their reserved table, where Kurt, Blaine, and Rachel awaited with smiles and greetings. The reunion unfolded with embraces and laughter, momentarily dispelling the underlying tension. Throughout the evening, the clinking of glasses and the laughter of the group filled the air.
Santana engaged in lively conversations, her quick wit and humor contributing to the vibrant energy of the night. Yet, beneath the surface, the unspoken tension with Brett lingered, a current that pulsed with every stolen glance and shared smile. As the night wore on, Santana couldn't help but wonder how the dynamics would shift in the coming week with Brett's stay.
Santana woke up on Sunday morning with a subtle sense of discomfort lingering in the air. The anticipation of Brett's extended stay had brought a mix of emotions, and she decided it was best to create some distance for a day, allowing Quinn and Brett to reconnect without her hovering presence.
Leaving a note for them, Santana slipped out early, immersing herself in the rhythm of the city. The bustling streets of Brooklyn provided a welcomed distraction, and as she explored familiar haunts and sought solace in the urban landscape, Santana tried to compartmentalize the emotions that stirred within her.
It wasn't until Monday morning that Santana found herself face-to-face with Brett. Quinn had already headed off to work, leaving the apartment in a tranquil state. Santana, clad in casual attire, poured herself a steaming cup of coffee, preparing to dive into work with paperwork scattered across the kitchen island.
The sound of a door opening interrupted her focus. Santana glanced up, her eyes meeting Brett's as he walked in, seemingly unaware of her presence. The sight that greeted her caused a momentary pause in Santana's usually composed demeanor.
Brett, clad in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist, stood before her. His defined muscles and chiseled six-pack were impossible to ignore, and for a split second, Santana found herself caught off guard by the unexpected display. She hastily averted her gaze, her cheeks warming with a subtle blush.
Now realizing Santana was home, Brett faltered for a moment. "Oh, sorry, Santana. I didn't realize you'd be here still" he stammered, his voice carrying a hint of embarrassment. Santana, regaining her composure, managed a casual smile. "No worries, just doing some work. You do you."
Brett mumbled a quick apology, his cheeks coloring slightly, and he headed towards Quinn's room to get dressed. Santana, left alone in the kitchen, couldn't help but replay the unexpected encounter in her mind.
The apartment, still echoing with the quiet hum of the morning, felt charged with an unspoken tension. As Brett, now fully clothed moved towards the kitchen, the rhythmic sounds of cooking utensils and the clinking of dishes greeted him, a determined focus evident in the way Santana navigated the kitchen making her breakfast.
Brett decided it was time to break the silence as he approached the kitchen island, careful not to disrupt Santana. "Morning," he greeted, his voice carrying a note of casual friendliness. Santana looked up, her eyes meeting Brett's. "Hey," she replied, a faint smile gracing her lips.
The air seemed to shift, an unspoken tension in the space between them as Brett prepared his own breakfast, he couldn't help but feel the weight of the unaddressed conversation hanging in the air. He grabbed a seat at the kitchen island, attempting to bridge the gap between them. "So, Santana, about New Year's... I wanted to talk."
Santana paused, her expression shifting slightly. "Look, Brett, it's in the past. No need to dwell on it" she replied, her tone measured. The walls she had built since that day seemed to hold strong, protecting a vulnerability Brett couldn't quite decipher.
Brett sighed, realizing that the casual conversation wasn't going to provide the clarity he sought. "Santana, I don't want things to be weird between us. I never meant to make you uncomfortable. If I did, I'm sorry."
Santana met his gaze, her eyes softening. "It's just... complicated" she admitted, her voice carrying a hint of vulnerability.
Brett nodded, "what's so complicated?" he asked cautiously. Santana paused in her movements, meeting Brett's gaze as she took a deep breath, "we has sex" she stated plainly, her eyes holding Brett's, searching for a reaction.
Brett nodded, a subtle smile playing on his lips. "Yeah, we did" he acknowledged, the memories of that night lingering between them. Santana continued, her voice steady but revealing a hint of vulnerability. "And you're my best friend's brother. Quinn's little brother. That's what makes it complicated."
Brett's expression shifted, realization dawning on him. "Quinn," he repeated, a furrow forming on his forehead. "I don't really care what Quinn thinks, Santana."
Santana shook her head, her eyes reflecting the weight of the situation. "Quinn and I have been through a lot together, and I don't want to jeopardize our friendship because of a moment of... weakness."
Brett ran a hand through his hair, a thoughtful expression on his face. The revelation of Santana labeling their intimate moment as a "moment of weakness" had struck a nerve, annoyance flickering in his eyes.
"Santana, do you really think that little of me?" Brett asked, his voice carrying a mixture of frustration and hurt. "You wanted it just as much as I did. Don't forget that," he reminded her, a trace of assertiveness in his tone. "You were the one flirting with me, Santana. You made the first move."
Santana, her eyes narrowing slightly, acknowledged his point. "Okay, yes, I made the first move. But that doesn't change the fact that we need to handle this delicately. I don't want to lose my best friend."
Brett sighed, recognizing the complexity of the situation. "I get it, Santana. I do. It's just frustrating to be treated like some dirty mistake." Santana reached across the island, her hand resting on Brett's. "You're not a mistake, Brett. What happened between us wasn't a dirty mistake. It was just... unexpected."
Brett, having expressed his frustration and desire for openness, took a moment to collect his thoughts. "Santana," he began softly, "you didn't need to ignore all my texts. I'm not that desperate" he said with a hint of teasing, hoping to break through the heaviness of the conversation.
Santana chuckled, the sound echoing through the room like a welcome reprieve. "I guess I overreacted a bit. Sorry about that" she admitted, a genuine sincerity in her voice. Brett stood up, closing the physical distance between them. He pulled Santana into a gentle hug, a warmth spreading between them that sent goosebumps up both of their arms. As they pulled back, their eyes locked – her deep brown gaze meeting his vibrant blue.
"I'm sorry too" Brett confessed, his hand reaching up to softly cup her cheek. The tenderness in his touch elicited a shiver down Santana's spine as leaned in. He pressed his lips to Santana's in a soft, hesitant kiss, as if sealing an unspoken pact between them.
He pulls back, gazing into her eyes and taking a moment to study them before pressing his lips gently against hers. Their tongues dance together as his hands slide down to grip her ass, pulling her in tight against him.
He whispers in her ear, "I want you so bad" as he guides her towards her bedroom, pulling off her t-shirt. His tongue finds her nipple and she moans as he guides her onto the bed, his back feeling the scratches from her hands.
He gently moves his lips down her stomach, sitting back and admiring her with a smile. He leans in for a quick kiss before pulling back to remove her sweatpants and panties. With a firm grip on her legs, he pulls her down the bed, causing her to let out an unexpected squeak. He continues kissing up her leg, making his way towards her center.
Without warning, Brett's tongue flicks against Santana's clit, causing her to let out a loud moan. His hands hold her thighs in place as he continues to devour her with his mouth. Santana's hands grip his hair, pulling him closer as she arches her back in pleasure. She gasps for air as he adds two fingers inside of her, thrusting in and out with expert precision.
Brett can feel her walls tighten around his finger and he knows she's close. He adds another finger and continues to lick and suck at her clit, sending waves of pleasure throughout her body. Santana's moans become louder and more urgent as she nears the edge. With one final thrust of his fingers and a flick of his tongue, she explodes into an intense orgasm. Her body convulses with pleasure as she rides out the waves of ecstasy.
Brett gives her a moment to catch her breath before kissing her again, passionately. She can taste herself on his lips, which only heightens her arousal as she moans and tugs at his shirt. He leans back and removes his shirt before Santana sits up, kissing his chest and running her hands over his defined abs before making her way down to his shorts and pulling them off eagerly.
She leans in for a kiss, her hands instinctively finding their way to his hardened dick. As they break apart for a moment, she whispers "fuck me" with a seductive smile. Brett can feel himself getting harder and harder at Santana's touch. Her hand continues to move up and down his shaft, causing him to let out a low moan.
He breaks away from their kiss, moving down to kiss her neck and collarbone. He can feel her breath hitch as he sucks gently on her skin. With one swift motion, Brett pushed Santana onto her back, positioning himself between her legs. He looks into her eyes and asks, "You want this?"
Santana nods eagerly, unable to form words as she feels herself getting wetter by the second. Brett smiles before slowly sliding inside of her. She catches her breath as she feels him filling her completely. He starts with slow, deliberate thrusts, gradually building up a rhythm that has both of them moaning in ecstasy
Their bodies move together seamlessly as they explore every inch of each other. With every kiss, their passion intensifies, and they get lost in the pleasure of the moment. He pulls out to bring her legs over his shoulders and thrusts back into her, going even deeper. His eyes roll back and she moans louder as he continues to slam into her with force.
Santana's fingers dig into Brett's back, urging him on as he relentlessly slams into her. Her cries grow louder and more urgent, igniting his passion even more. "Holy Shit, Brett," she moans.
Their bodies glisten with sweat as they move together in perfect harmony. Each thrust brings them closer and closer to the edge. Brett can feel himself getting closer to climax, but he wants to make sure Santana cums first. He moves a hand down between them, rubbing circles on her clit while still thrusting into her.
Santana's walls clench around him as she feels herself approaching another orgasm. She lets out a scream of pleasure as it washes over her, sending her body into spasms. As Santana unravels beneath him, Brett is pushed over the edge into his own release. He lets out a loud groan as he pulls out, spilling onto Santana's stomach as both of them pant heavily.
Santana gazes up at Brett, a content smile spreading across her face as he leans in to give her a kiss. Their tongues entwine as her hands tangle in his short hair. After a few quick pecks, Brett pulls away and tells her with a grin, "You're so sexy." before he runs into her ensuite to grab a towel and help her clean up.
They eagerly enter the shower together, their hands roaming over each other's bodies. Before he even realizes it, Santana is on her knees, taking him into her mouth as he guides her with his hand on the back of her neck. The shower, usually a place of solitude, had become a space where the unspoken tension between them found release.
Exiting the shower, the air in the bathroom carried the remnants of the past hour. Brett reached for a towel, the water clinging to his skin, while Santana wrapped herself in a plush bathrobe. A quick, shared kiss sealed the experience, a silent acknowledgment of the uncharted territory they had entered.
Santana's eyes held a mix of emotions – a cocktail of longing, hesitation, and a touch of guilt. Brett began, his tone gentle yet questioning, "Are you okay?" Santana sighed, her fingers absentmindedly playing with the belt of her robe. "Yeah, I just... We shouldn't be doing this. Quinn…." Brett interrupted her with a soft smile, understanding the conflict within her. "Hey, it'll be okay."
She looked at him with a mixture of gratitude and turmoil, appreciating his understanding. As they headed towards the bedroom to get dressed, Santana couldn't help but glance at Brett. The lines of his body, the water droplets that clung to his skin – all these details etched themselves in her memory, creating a vivid picture of a moment she hadn't anticipated.
While getting dressed, the air remained charged with a sense of awareness, as if the apartment walls themselves were privy to the unspoken connection that had deepened between Santana and Brett. Santana's phone buzzed with work notifications, a stark reminder of the reality beyond their shared moments. "I need head out to one of the sites" Santana said, her voice tinged with a hint of regret. With a quick, lingering kiss, they parted ways.
Santana sat on the subway, the rhythmic clatter of the train wheels beneath her providing a comforting background noise. Her body carried the subtle aftermath of their morning, a pleasant soreness that whispered of uncharted territories explored.
Quinn's workday had been filled with the usual legal intricacies, and as she made her way back to the apartment. The evening promised a relaxed atmosphere, a chance for the trio to unwind and catch up. She fumbled for her keys, eager to step into the familiar sanctuary of their Brooklyn apartment.
Upon entering, Quinn noticed a note on the kitchen counter. Her eyes quickly scanned the words, informing her that Brett had gone down to the gym. Deciding to make the evening even more laid-back, Quinn decided to order pizza for dinner. She grabbed her phone, fingers dancing over the screen as she placed the order. A quick message to Santana informed her of the plan.
Quinn: Ordered pizza for tonight. It should be here when you get home.
With the dinner taken care of, Quinn settled into the cozy ambiance of their apartment. She busied herself with some light tidying up, the anticipation of a relaxed evening buoying her spirits.
It wasn't long before the door creaked open, and Brett strolled in, fresh from the gym. His disheveled hair and a light sheen of sweat spoke of a workout well-done. Quinn looked up from her task, a teasing smile playing on her lips.
"Hey, Quinn! want a hug?" Brett quipped, his eyes glinting with mischief. Quinn rolled her eyes playfully. "You know I'll pass on that offer. Maybe after you shower." Brett chuckled, giving Quinn a faux pout. "You're no fun."
The banter continued as they settled into a comfortable sibling dynamic as the door opened once more, and Santana walked in, greeted by the lively atmosphere. As the evening unfolded, the trio found themselves gathered around the living room, indulging in slices of pizza and sharing stories of their day.
The night settled over the Brooklyn apartment, the ambient sounds of the city outside providing a gentle lullaby. Everyone had retired to their respective rooms, and the apartment embraced a quiet stillness. But for Brett, sleep remained elusive.
Tucked up on the couch, he tossed and turned, the events of the day swirling in his mind. With a sigh, Brett sat up on the couch, glancing around the dimly lit living room. The glow of streetlights filtered through the curtains, casting a soft illumination on the surroundings. The quiet hum of the city outside seemed to accentuate the turmoil within.
Quietly, he stood, careful not to disturb the peaceful slumber of Quinn and Santana in their rooms. As he made his way across the apartment, Brett's steps were measured, his mind focused on the encounter that had unfolded earlier that day. The air held a charged energy, a sense of anticipation that heightened his nerves. He hesitated outside Santana's room, contemplating whether to disturb her or let her rest.
Taking a deep breath, Brett gently pushed the door ajar and peeked inside. To his surprise, he found Santana awake, a soft light casting a glow on her features as she engrossed herself in a book. Startled by his entrance, Santana looked up, her eyes meeting Brett's with a mix of surprise and curiosity.
Startled by Brett's entrance, Santana looked up, her eyes meeting his with a mix of surprise and curiosity. "Brett, what are you doing here?" Brett offered a sheepish grin. "Couldn't sleep" He gestured toward the empty space beside her on the bed. "Mind if I join you?"
Santana nodded, setting the book aside. "Sure, have a seat. What's on your mind?" As Brett took a seat, he couldn't help but feel a strange mix of vulnerability and determination. "Today... what happened between us. I can't stop thinking about it" he admitted, his voice a soft confession. Brett leaned in, his voice carrying a genuine warmth. "I've wanted to do that again since New Year's," he confessed, a smile playing on his lips.
Santana's eyes widened slightly, a flicker of surprise crossing her features. "Brett, it's not that simple. Quinn is my best friend, and there's the whole age difference thing." Brett's smile persisted, his playful demeanor emerging. "Six years is not that big. Plus, you can barely tell, except for your gray hairs." He winked at her, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
Santana's shock turned into a glare as she threw a nearby pillow at him. "Gray hairs? Seriously?" Brett raised his hands in a surrendering gesture. "Okay, okay, I'm messing with you" he admitted with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. Santana rolled her eyes but couldn't help but chuckle.
Santana couldn't help but laugh at the playful exchange, her earlier tension dissipating. Before she could respond, Brett leaned in, capturing her lips in a soft kiss. The unexpected intimacy took Santana by surprise, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still.
Brett pulled back, a genuine smile on his face. "You're so beautiful, Santana". Santana, still processing the sudden shift in dynamics, met Brett's gaze with a mix of surprise and curiosity. "Brett, what are we doing?"
Brett took a deep breath, his gaze unwavering. "Santana, give me a chance." Santana's mind raced, "this is so complicated" Santana admitted, her voice a whisper.
Brett nodded, understanding the gravity of the moment. "I know it is. But I can't keep pretending like I don't feel this way. I want to explore what this could be between us." Santana took a deep breath, her eyes searching Brett's for any sign of doubt or insincerity. "We need to be careful, Brett. Quinn is my best friend, and I don't want to hurt her."
Brett nodded, his gaze never leaving Santana's. "I respect that, Santana. Quinn is important to both of us but I can't deny how I feel about you." With a tender smile, Brett leaned in for a lingering kiss, a quiet acknowledgment of the connection that had been steadily growing between them. As they drifted into the realm of dreams, the quietude of the night enveloped them, creating a sanctuary where the unspoken bond between Santana and Brett continued to deepen.
Santana stirred from her slumber, the room gently illuminated by the soft morning light seeping through the curtains. Confusion clouded her momentarily as she felt a comforting weight around her. Slowly, she opened her eyes, finding Brett beside her, his arms enveloping her in a secure embrace. A smile graced her lips as the realization of their shared night settled in.
The clock on the bedside table blinked 4 a.m., prompting Santana to recall the urgency of the situation. With a gentle but deliberate motion, she nudged Brett awake. "Brett, wake up" she whispered, her voice a delicate murmur in the quiet room.
Brett, still caught in the haze between sleep and wakefulness, blinked his eyes open. Santana's words reached him, and he groggily stretched before acknowledging her. "What's up?" he asked, his voice husky with sleep.
Santana's eyes darted toward the clock. "It's 4 a.m. You need to go to the living room before Quinn wakes up at 6" she explained, the weight of their shared secret hanging in the air.
Brett, now more alert, nodded in understanding. With a final, lingering kiss, he untangled himself from the bed, leaving Santana alone with her thoughts. The door closed quietly behind him, and as the reality of the morning settled in, Santana couldn't help but replay the events of the day before in her mind.