Santana stood in front of the full-length mirror, dressed in a black halter neck cut-out maxi dress turning to Quinn, who was perched on the edge of the bed, she sought her opinion. "What about this one, Quinn?" Santana asked, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

Quinn's eyes lit up as she took in Santana's appearance, a playful grin dancing on her lips. "You look as good as the past 7 dresses have looked" she teased, her laughter echoing in the cozy bedroom. "Which is drop-dead sexy."

Santana couldn't help but chuckle at Quinn's response, "But does my rack look good though?" Santana quipped, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she turned to face Quinn. Quinn raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. "The twins are very much visible" she replied with a playful wink.

Santana grinned in response with a satisfied nod, she turned back to the mirror, admiring her reflection with a newfound sense of self-assurance. "Perfect" Santana declared, her smile widening as she posed in front of the mirror.

Quinn chuckled, shaking her head in amusement. "You're going to turn heads tonight, Santana," she remarked, her tone filled with admiration.

Santana flashed Quinn a grateful smile, her heart swelling with gratitude for her friend's unwavering support. With a final glance in the mirror, Santana felt a surge of excitement course through her veins. As she made her way to the door, Santana couldn't wait to hit the club and show off her killer outfit.

The pulsating beat of the music reverberated through the crowded club, enveloping Santana in a wave of energy as she entered with Quinn and their friends. The dimly lit space was alive with movement and laughter, the air thick with the scent of perfume and alcohol.

Their eyes scanned the sea of people, searching for familiar faces amidst the crowd of dancers and revelers. Finally, Santana's gaze landed on their group, gathered around a booth near the dance floor, illuminated by the colorful glow of neon lights.

"Hey, sexy!" Kurt exclaimed, his voice barely audible over the booming bass of the music, as he pulled Santana into a tight embrace and planted a kiss on her cheek. "Happy Birthday, Satan!" he added with a mischievous grin, eliciting laughter from the others seated at the table.

Santana couldn't help but smile at Kurt's playful nickname for her, a reminder of their close bond and shared sense of humor. She exchanged greetings and hugs with the rest of the group, basking in the warmth of their friendship and well wishes on her special day.

Ever the confident diva, Mercedes grabbed Santana's arm with a playful smirk. "Girl, your man is looking fine tonight," she remarked, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Santana laughed, feeling excited at the mention of her "man." She glanced around the crowded club, scanning the faces at the bar and on the dance floor, searching for a familiar figure amidst the swirling mass of bodies.

"Is he here?" she asked eagerly, her heart fluttering with anticipation as she turned to Tina, who was now standing next to her. Tina nodded, "He's around somewhere" she replied, "I saw him at the bar a few minutes ago."

As the music continued to pulse and the crowd swirled around them, Santana felt a surge of anticipation building within her. Tonight was her night to let loose, to celebrate with her friends, and to embrace the magic of the moment.

The vibrant atmosphere of the club enveloped Santana as she conversed with Kurt and Blaine, the music pulsating through her veins and the colorful lights casting an ethereal glow over the dance floor. Lost in the lively chatter and laughter of her friends, she was momentarily unaware of the figure approaching her from behind.

A gentle touch on her lower back sent a shiver down Santana's spine, causing her to turn around with a curious smile. There stood Brett, his eyes alight with admiration as he gazed at her Santana's breath caught in her throat as she took in his handsome features, the warmth of his touch sending a wave of electricity coursing through her.

"Wow, you look amazing" Brett murmured, his voice barely audible over the pulsating beat of the music. With a charming smile, he placed two drinks down on the table before taking Santana's hand in his own. Without hesitation, he guided her into a graceful twirl, his touch sending sparks flying as he enveloped her in his embrace.

Santana couldn't help but laugh at the unexpected gesture, feeling a rush of excitement and anticipation swept over her. As Brett pulled her close, she could feel the warmth of his body against hers, his touch igniting a fire within her that she couldn't ignore.

With a playful grin, Brett leaned in to press a soft kiss against Santana's lips, his embrace enveloping her in a comforting warmth that made her heart soar. Santana melted into his embrace, her laughter mingling with his as they shared a moment of pure bliss amidst the chaos of the club.

In that fleeting moment, Santana felt as though time stood still, the world fading away as she lost herself in Brett's arms. "I thought this was your birthday party, but this dress makes me think it's an early birthday present for myself" Brett teased, his hands sliding up her ribs in a tantalizing caress. Santana couldn't help but giggle at his playful remark.

Leaning in, she captured his lips in another sweet, lingering kiss, the world around them fading away as they lost themselves in each other's embrace. When they finally pulled back, Santana found herself breathless, her heart pounding with excitement as she gazed up at Brett with a mixture of affection and desire.

He grinned down at her, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he handed her a cocktail and a beer for himself. Raising their glasses in a toast, he offered her a warm smile. "Happy Birthday, San," he said, his voice filled with sincerity and warmth. Santana returned his smile, her heart swelling with gratitude and joy at his thoughtful gesture. "Thank you," she replied, her voice soft with emotion as she clinked her glass against his. In that moment, Santana felt truly blessed.

The pulsating beat of the music reverberated through the crowded nightclub, igniting a frenzy of movement and energy on the dance floor. Santana found herself swept up in the rhythm, her body swaying and gyrating to the intoxicating melody as she lost herself in the pulsating lights and infectious energy of the night.

As she danced, Santana felt a presence behind her, a warm breath ghosting over her neck as strong arms encircled her waist. She turned, a smile spreading across her face as she saw Brett standing there, his eyes alight with excitement and joy as she melted into his arms. Together, they moved in perfect harmony to the pulsating beat of the music, their bodies swaying and twirling in sync as they lost themselves in the euphoria of the moment.

As the music continued to pulse through the club, Santana and Brett moved effortlessly together, their bodies swaying in perfect synchrony. With each step, Santana felt herself growing more and more entranced by the rhythm, her movements becoming fluid and instinctual as she allowed herself to be carried away by the music.

In Brett's arms, Santana felt a sense of freedom and liberation she had never experienced before. As they danced, Santana stole glances at Brett, taking in the way his eyes sparkled with mischief and laughter. His infectious energy was contagious, and Santana found herself laughing and smiling more than she had in weeks.

Their bodies moved together in a mesmerizing dance, weaving and spinning across the dance floor with effortless grace. Santana felt as though she were floating on air as their bodies pressed together in a sensual embrace. The heat of his touch sent shivers down her spine, igniting a fire within her like she had never known before.

The neon lights of the club danced across the faces of Santana and her friends, casting a vibrant glow over the group gathered in their booth. As Puck, Brett, Finn, and Mike made their way back from the bar with trays of shots.

Rachel, always one to speak her mind, piped up with a playful comment about Santana and Brett's dance floor movements. "I thought you two were about to have sex right there on the dance floor!" she exclaimed, earning a round of laughter from the group.

Santana rolled her eyes at Rachel's dramatics but couldn't help but smile. Mercedes chimed in with her thoughts. "It's nice to see someone care for her," she remarked, nodding in Brett's direction. "Santana's had her pick of awful boyfriends in the past, but this guy seems to tick all the boxes."

Santana felt a surge of gratitude towards her friends for their support. It wasn't easy opening herself up to vulnerability, especially after past heartaches and disappointments. But with Brett, everything felt different. He was patient, kind, and genuinely interested in getting to know her.

As the shots were passed around the table, Santana couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement building within her. Tonight was her birthday, a night to celebrate with friends old and new, and she was determined to make the most of it.

With a playful grin, Santana grabbed a shot glass and raised it in the air. "Happy Birthday!" she declared, her voice filled with laughter and camaraderie. The group echoed her sentiment, clinking their glasses together in a toast to friendship, love, and the promise of new beginnings.

The music pulsed around them and the laughter filled the air as Santana and her friends returned to the dance floor, their laughter and chatter blending seamlessly with the rhythm of the night. Santana felt a surge of energy course through her veins as she stepped onto the dance floor once more, the vibrant lights casting an ethereal glow over the scene.

Beside her, Brett's eyes sparkled with mischief as he pulled Santana close, their bodies swaying in perfect harmony to the pulsating rhythm of the music. As they danced, Santana felt herself succumbing to the heady combination of alcohol and adrenaline, her inhibitions melting away with each exhilarating beat. She laughed and twirled, losing herself in the intoxicating whirlwind of the moment.

Brett's hand found hers, his touch sending a shiver of electricity coursing through her body. She looked up at him, her gaze locking with his in a silent exchange of shared understanding and unspoken desire. As they danced, Santana felt herself drawn closer to Brett, the heat of his body radiating against hers as they moved in perfect synchrony to the music. She closed her eyes and let herself be swept away by the intoxicating rhythm, her senses ablaze with the heady rush of adrenaline and desire.

Brett's hands were warm against her skin as they moved together, their bodies pressed close in a dizzying tangle of limbs and desire. Santana could feel the heat radiating from him, igniting a fire within her that she had never experienced before as pulled her even closer, his lips hovering just inches from hers. Santana's heart raced in anticipation, her breath coming in short gasps as she gazed into his eyes, dark and intense with longing.

At that moment, time seemed to stand still as Brett leaned in, his lips meeting hers in a tender, electric kiss. The world around them fell away, leaving only the two of them locked in a passionate embrace. Their kiss was electric, sending waves of heat coursing through Santana's body as she melted into Brett's embrace. It was a kiss filled with all the pent-up longing and desire that had been building between them, a kiss that spoke volumes without the need for words.

They finally pulled away, Santana found herself breathless and exhilarated, her heart pounding in her chest. Brett's eyes were dark with desire as he looked at her, his hand reaching up to brush a stray lock of hair from her face. Santana couldn't shake the feeling of exhilaration that coursed through her veins as they made their way off the dance floor. She knew that this night would be etched into her memory forever, a testament to the undeniable connection she shared with Brett.

As the Uber pulled up to Brett's house, Santana felt a rush of excitement. The evening had been a whirlwind of emotions, and now, as they stumbled out of the car, she couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation building within her.

Brett's lips trailed along her neck, sending shivers down her spine and eliciting a soft giggle from her lips. His touch was electrifying, igniting a fire within her that she hadn't felt in a long time. She leaned into him, relishing in the warmth of his embrace as they made their way to the front door.

Laughter bubbled between them, the sound echoing in the quiet night air as he fumbled with the keys, his movements clumsy and uncoordinated.

Finally, with a triumphant click, Brett managed to unlock the door, and they stumbled inside, collapsing into a fit of giggles as they kicked off their shoes. The air was thick with anticipation, their hearts racing as they stood in the dimly lit living room, their eyes locked in a silent exchange.

Without a word, Brett closed the distance between them, his lips capturing hers in a searing kiss that left her breathless. The world fell away around them, leaving only the two of them lost in the heat of the moment.

Their hands roamed freely, exploring every inch of each other's bodies with a hunger that bordered on desperation. There was a rawness to their desire, a primal need that consumed them both as they surrendered to the passion that burned between them.

They stumbled towards the hallway, their movements fueled by an urgency that left no room for hesitation. Each step brought them closer to the bedroom, to the culmination of their desires, and Santana felt a thrill of excitement course through her veins at the thought of what was to come.

As they reached the door, Brett's lips found hers once more, his touch igniting a fire within her that threatened to consume her entirely. She melted against him, lost in the heat of the moment as they stumbled into the bedroom, their bodies entwined in a passionate embrace as Brett guided her to the bed, his hands tracing patterns on her skin as they moved together in a dance of desire. Santana's breath caught in her throat as Brett's lips found hers once more, his touch igniting a fire within her that threatened to consume her entirely.

As Brett helped Santana out of her dress, a wave of warmth flooded her senses, mingling with the heady mix of alcohol swirling through her veins. She felt his touch, strong and gentle, guiding her with practiced ease. With each movement, Santana's heart raced, her body responding instinctively to his closeness.

But as they stood there, their bodies inches apart in minimal clothing, Santana's mind swirled with conflicting emotions. She had longed for this moment with Brett, fantasized about it in her quietest moments, but now that it was here, she couldn't shake the nagging doubts that clouded her thoughts.

"Wait" she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, he paused pulling back, his eyes searching hers for any sign of hesitation. "Are you okay?" he asked, his concern evident in his voice. Santana took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart. "I don't know," she admitted, her voice tinged with uncertainty. "I want this, Brett, I do. But... I want to remember our first time together." Brett's expression softened, his hand reaching out to gently cup her cheek. "I understand," he said softly, his voice filled with understanding. "I just want you so bad."

Santana's fingertips brushed against Brett's cheek, a tender gesture filled with gratitude and affection. Her touch lingered, tracing the contours of his face with a gentle caress as she met his gaze with a soft smile. "Thank you" she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper yet brimming with sincerity. "For being you."

Brett's eyes softened at her words, a warmth spreading through his chest at the depth of emotion in her voice. Leaning in, he pressed a lingering kiss to her lips. With a contented sigh, Brett reluctantly pulled away, a tender smile playing at his lips as he rose from the bed. Padding over to his dresser, he began rummaging through the drawers in search of some clothes for them both to sleep in. His movements were unhurried, each item selected with care as he considered their comfort.

Meanwhile, Santana watched him with a soft expression, her heart swelling with affection for the man who had captured her heart. She couldn't help but admire his thoughtfulness and generosity as Brett returned to her side, he held out a soft t-shirt and a pair of boxers, a warm smile gracing his features as he offered them to her. "Here you go," he said gently, his voice filled with tenderness. "I hope these are comfortable."

Santana accepted the clothes with a grateful nod, a soft smile tugging at her lips as she slipped into them. Climbing back into bed, Santana nestled herself against Brett's side, her head resting against his chest as she listened to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat wrapped in his arms as sleep began to claim her.


Santana's eyes fluttered open reluctantly, with a groan, she shifted in bed, feeling the dull ache in her head as she tried to shake off the remnants of sleep. Rolling onto her side, she reached out a hand to gently run her fingers along Brett's bare abs, the warmth of his skin comforting against her touch.

Brett stirred beside her, his eyes blinking open as he turned to face her, a sleepy smile tugging at his lips. "Morning" he murmured, his voice husky with sleep as he brushed a strand of hair away from her face.

"Morning," Santana replied, her voice slightly hoarse as she winced at the throbbing in her head. She shifted closer to Brett, seeking comfort in his presence as she nestled against him.

Brett frowned slightly, concern flickering in his eyes as he noticed Santana's discomfort. "Are you okay?" he asked softly, his hand coming to rest gently on her shoulder.

Santana nodded, albeit reluctantly, as she tried to push aside the pounding in her head. "Just a headache" she admitted, her voice tinged with exhaustion. "Probably from all those shots last night."

Brett's expression softened with understanding as he reached out to brush a strand of hair back from her forehead. "I told you to take it easy," he chided gently, a hint of amusement in his tone. Santana couldn't help but smile at his teasing, grateful for his concern despite her hangover. "I know, I know," she replied with a sigh.

Brett chuckled softly, his hand trailing down her arm in a soothing gesture. "Well, you certainly know how to have a good time," he remarked, his eyes twinkling with affection. Santana chuckled weakly in response, leaning into Brett's touch as she closed her eyes briefly, savoring the warmth of his presence.

With a soft sigh, Santana shifted slightly, trying to find a more comfortable position as she snuggled closer to Brett. "Happy official birthday, San" his voice broke through her thoughts, his tone warm and affectionate as he stroked her back. Santana turned to face him, the corners of her mouth twitching into a smile at his words.

"Thanks" she murmured, her voice husky with sleep as she leaned in to press a kiss to his lips. Brett pulled back slightly, his gaze soft as he studied her. "So, birthday girl, what's on the agenda for today?" he asked, his voice laced with amusement.

Santana sighed, running a hand through her tousled hair as she tried to shake off the remnants of sleep. "Honestly? All I want is some junk food and sleep" she admitted, a sheepish grin crossing her features.

Brett chuckled softly, his hand coming to rest on her shoulder in a comforting gesture. "Sounds like a plan" he replied with a grin. With a groan, Santana pushed herself up into a sitting position, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed as she tried to shake off the remnants of sleep. Brett watched her with a fond smile, his eyes lingering on her face as if committing every detail to memory.

"Let's get this lazy day started, shall we?" he said, rising from the bed and stretching his arms above his head. Santana nodded in agreement, a small smile playing on her lips as she followed suit.

Together, they made their way to the kitchen, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafting through the air. Brett busied himself with preparing a pot of coffee while Santana rummaged through the pantry, her mind set on the idea of making pancakes for breakfast.

With the ingredients gathered, Santana set to work, pulling out a mixing bowl and whisking together the batter for the pancakes. Brett watched her with a fond smile, his gaze lingering on her. As she poured the batter onto the griddle, Brett leaned in to press a soft kiss to the side of her head, his lips brushing against her skin in a gentle caress. Santana couldn't help but sigh contentedly at the gesture, feeling a surge of affection for him.

"Here," Brett said, his voice soft as he passed her a small bowl of chocolate chips. "Thought these might make our pancakes a little more special." Santana grinned, her eyes lighting up at the sight of the chocolate chips. "You know me too well" she replied, her voice filled with laughter as she sprinkled the chocolate chips onto the pancakes.

After they finished eating, they cleared the dishes and made their way back to the bedroom. Brett turned on the TV and asked Santana to find a movie for them to watch. As she scrolled through the options, Brett disappeared briefly, only to return with his hands hidden behind his back.

"Close your eyes and hold out your hands" he instructed, his voice tinged with excitement. Santana complied, feeling a rush of anticipation coursing through her veins. What could Brett possibly have in store for her?

With her eyes tightly shut, she felt Brett place something gently in her outstretched hands. Slowly, she opened her eyes, her heart skipping a beat as she caught sight of the familiar blue box nestled in her palms.

"Brett, no, this is too much" Santana protested, her voice filled with disbelief. She couldn't fathom what could be inside that iconic Tiffany & Co. bag. Brett chuckled softly, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "You don't know what it is yet. It could be a pen" he teased, causing Santana to laugh despite herself.

Santana's heart raced with excitement as she held the familiar blue box in her hands, her fingers trembling slightly as she carefully, untied the ribbon and lifted the lid of the box, her breath catching in her throat as she caught sight of the exquisite piece of jewelry nestled within. It was a gold Tiffany, Elsa Peretti Color by the Yard bracelet, adorned with five stunning round emeralds that shimmered in the light.

Santana was speechless, her fingers trembling slightly as she reached out to touch the delicate bracelet. It was unlike anything she had ever seen before, a symbol of beauty and elegance that took her breath away.

"It's beautiful" she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. She looked up at Brett, her eyes shining with emotion. "Thank you, Brett. I don't know what to say."

Brett smiled, his expression filled with warmth and affection. "You don't have to say anything" he replied softly. "I just wanted to do something special for you, to show you how much you mean to me."

At that moment, Santana felt her heart swell for the man in front of her. It wasn't just the bracelet that touched her deeply, but the thought and care that Brett had put into choosing the perfect gift for her. With a grateful smile, she leaned in to press a gentle kiss against Brett's lips, her heart overflowing with happiness and gratitude. In that simple gesture, she hoped to convey all the love and appreciation she felt for him in her heart.

"Thank you," Santana whispered, her breath caught in her throat as Brett delicately placed the bracelet around her wrist, the cool touch of the gold sending shivers down her spine. She held her breath as he fastened the clasp, feeling a rush of excitement as the weight of the bracelet settled against her skin.

As Brett lent back to admire his handiwork, Santana couldn't help but smile as she reached out to touch the bracelet, tracing her fingers along its delicate chain and marveling at the way it sparkled in the soft light of the room.

"It's perfect" Santana whispered, her voice barely above a hush as she looked up at Brett with shining eyes. "Thank you." Brett smiled back at her, his own eyes filled with warmth and affection as he leaned in to press a soft kiss to her lips. The kiss was gentle and tender, filled with all the love and tenderness that Santana felt for him in that moment.

As they pulled apart, Brett reached out to cup her face in his hands, his touch gentle and reassuring. "I'm glad you like it" he murmured, his voice filled with sincerity. "You deserve the world, Santana, and I just want to make you happy."

Santana felt her heart swell with emotion at his words, with a soft smile, Santana leaned in to press another kiss to Brett's lips, savoring the feeling of his warmth against her skin. In that moment, surrounded by love and happiness, she knew that she was exactly where she was meant to be.