2 Years and 10 Months Later
Santana walked into the bustling restaurant, greeted by the familiar sight of Rachel sitting at a table near the window. With a bright smile, she made her way over, her heels clicking against the tiled floor with each step. Rachel looked up from her phone, her face lighting up at the sight of Santana. "Hey, San" Rachel exclaimed, rising from her seat to hug Santana quickly. "It's been too long."
Santana returned the hug, "I know, right? Life has been crazy lately" she replied, taking a seat across from Rachel at the table. "So, how's everything going?" Rachel asked, her eyes filled with genuine curiosity. Santana let out a soft sigh, running a hand through her hair as she tried to find the right words. "Honestly, it's been a bit hectic," she admitted. "But things are good. Brett's on spring break at Miami Beach right now."
Rachel's eyebrows shot up in surprise, and she leaned in closer, a playful smirk playing on her lips. "And you're okay with that?" she asked, her tone laced with amusement. Santana nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Yeah, I am" she replied confidently. "I trust him".
Rachel studied Santana for a moment, her gaze softening with understanding. "That's good, It's so important to have trust in a relationship". Santana nodded in agreement, "Besides, Brett deserves a break. He's been working so hard with college lately."
Rachel smiled in agreement, reaching for the menu as she changed the subject "How's Quinn doing?" Santana let out a weary sigh, her shoulders slumping slightly as she thought about her best friend. "Honestly, not great" she admitted, her gaze drifting to the steaming cup of coffee in front of her. "The breakup with Puck has hit her hard."
Rachel nodded in understanding, her expression filled with empathy. "I can only imagine" she murmured. "It's been tough on her," Santana continued, her voice tinged with sadness. "They've known each other since they were in elementary school, and they've been together for eleven years. It's like losing a piece of herself."
Rachel's eyes filled with sympathy as she listened, her heart aching for her friend. "That's a long time" she murmured, her voice filled with understanding. "It's understandable that she's struggling."
"We've been spending a lot of time together" Santana explained, her voice soft. "But it's hard to see her like this. She's been through so much, you know?"
Rachel nodded in understanding, her gaze filled with compassion. "Yeah, I can imagine," she replied softly. "But she's lucky to have you by her side. You've always been there for each other."
As they waited for their food to arrive, Santana and Rachel fell into easy conversation, catching up on everything from work to relationships to their latest Netflix obsessions. Time seemed to fly by as they laughed and shared stories, the restaurant buzzing with energy around them.
Santana stepped into the apartment, the familiar warmth enveloping her as she closed the door behind her. She spotted Quinn curled up on the couch, a blanket draped over her shoulders, her expression drawn and weary. Santana's heart twinged with concern at the sight of her friend in such a state.
"Hey, Quinn," Santana said softly, crossing the room to join her on the couch. "You okay?" Quinn offered her a weak smile, but it didn't quite reach her eyes. "Yeah, just not feeling up to anything tonight" she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.
Santana nodded understandingly, "Well, how about this?" Santana said, reaching into the grocery bag "I picked up something that might help cheer you up." Quinn's eyebrows lifted in curiosity as Santana pulled out a pint of ice cream, the label proudly proclaiming it to be Brownie Batter flavor. Despite her somber mood, Quinn couldn't help but feel a spark of interest at the sight of the sweet treat. "Brownie Batter?" she repeated a hint of amusement in her voice. "You know that's my favorite."
Santana grinned, pleased to see a flicker of excitement in Quinn's eyes. "I figured it might help lift your spirits," she said, handing the pint of ice cream to her friend. Quinn accepted it gratefully, the corners of her mouth turning up in a small smile. "Thanks, San," she said softly, her voice thick with emotion. Santana settled in beside her on the couch, wrapping an arm around her shoulders in a gesture of comfort. "Anytime, Quinn" she replied, her own heart feeling lighter at the sight of her friend's smile.
Santana settled onto the couch beside Quinn as she turned to face her friend, who was already digging into the pint of ice cream with gusto. "Have you heard from Brett today?" Quinn asked between mouthfuls of creamy goodness.
Santana nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "Yeah, he called while I was walking home" she replied. "He sounded like he was having a great time." Quinn nodded in response, her expression thoughtful. "I bet he misses Miami a lot," she said, her voice tinged with sympathy. Santana's smile faltered slightly at Quinn's words, "Yeah, I think he does" Santana admitted, her tone soft.
"I miss him" Santana murmured, her gaze drifting to the window as she spoke. "I can't wait for him to come back in two days." Quinn nodded in understanding, her gaze softening with empathy "You should've gone to Miami with him" she suggested, a teasing glint in her eyes.
Santana's smile faltered slightly "I wanted him to let loose with his friends and decompress a little" she explained, her voice tinged with longing. "Besides, after he graduates we're going somewhere hot where I can get my drink on and wear a bikini all day." Quinn chuckled softly, shaking her head in amusement.
Santana stood in the kitchen, a dishcloth in hand as she wiped down the countertops, lost in the rhythm of her task. The familiar sound of the door opening snapped her out of her reverie, and she turned to see Brett stepping into the apartment with a casual grin on his face.
"Honey, I'm home" he announced playfully, his voice filling the space with warmth and affection. A smile tugged at the corners of Santana's lips as she set the dishcloth aside, crossing the room to meet him. "Hey," she greeted him, her eyes alight with joy at his return. "I've missed you."
Brett closed the distance between them in a few quick strides, wrapping his arms around her in a tight embrace. Santana leaned into his embrace, relishing the feeling of his warmth and the comforting scent of his cologne.
"I've missed you too" he murmured against her hair, his voice soft and filled with affection. Santana pulled back slightly to look up at him, taking in the sight of him with a fond smile. "You look nice and tan" she observed, her eyes trailing over his sun-kissed skin.
Brett grinned proudly at her compliment, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes. "Should've come to Miami with me" he teased, giving her a playful nudge. Santana chuckled softly, shaking her head at his antics. "Next time" she promised, her tone light and playful. Brett's grin widened at her response, his eyes sparkling with warmth as he reached out to cup her cheek, his touch gentle against her skin. Leaning in, he pressed a soft kiss to her lips, the warmth of his embrace sending a shiver of pleasure down her spine.
"So, have you talked to Quinn about September?" Brett asked, his voice soft but tinged with concern. Santana's expression tightened slightly at the mention of her best friend's name, and she let out a weary sigh. "Not yet" she admitted, her gaze drifting to the floor. "I just...I don't think the timing is right. Quinn has been going through a lot lately, and I don't want to add to her stress."
Brett nodded in understanding, but a part of him couldn't help feeling frustrated by Santana's reluctance to address the issue. He knew how important Quinn was to Santana, but he also couldn't shake the feeling that they were putting their own lives on hold for her sake.
"Santana, I get that Quinn is important to you" Brett began, his tone gentle but firm. "But we can't keep putting off our plans because of her. We have our own lives to live, our dreams to chase."
Santana looked up at him, her eyes searching his face for any sign of doubt or hesitation. "I know," she said softly. "But Quinn needs me right now. I can't just abandon her when she needs me the most."
Brett reached out to take Santana's hand in his, his touch gentle and reassuring. "I'm not asking you to abandon her," he said quietly. "But we can't keep avoiding the conversation either. We need to figure out what we want, where we're headed."
Santana's expression softened at his words, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her features. "I know" she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "I just...I don't want to lose her, Brett. She's my best friend." Brett squeezed her hand gently, offering her a reassuring smile. "You won't lose her," he said firmly. "But we need to start thinking about our future, about what's best for us."
Santana nodded, a sense of determination settling over her features. "You're right," she said, her voice steady. "We'll talk to Quinn together, and figure out a plan that works for all of us." Brett smiled at her, a wave of relief washing over him at her words. "That's all I ask," he said softly, pulling her into his arms for a comforting embrace.
"How did your trip go?" she asked eagerly, Brett returned her smile, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. "Well" he replied, his voice tinged with satisfaction. "I think it went even better than I expected. And guess what? I checked out a few rentals nearby while I was out. I think I found some promising options for us."
As they settled onto the couch together, Santana couldn't help but feel a surge of nerves creeping in. The prospect of starting over in a new place, of building a life together from scratch, was both exhilarating and daunting. She knew it would be a challenge, but she also knew that they were stronger together and that they could overcome anything as long as they had each other.
"I'm excited" she admitted, her voice tinged with nervousness. "But I'm also a little nervous. Starting over again, finding a new place to live…it's a lot to take in." Brett pulled her into his arms, wrapping her in a comforting embrace. "I know, babe," he said softly, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "But we're in this together, remember? We'll figure it out, one step at a time." Santana smiled at his words, feeling a sense of reassurance wash over her.
As they lounged on the couch, they heard the soft shuffle of footsteps emanating from Quinn's bedroom. Glancing up, they watched as Quinn emerged, still clad in her pajamas, her hair tousled and her eyes heavy with sleep. "Hey, Quinn," Santana greeted warmly, "How are you doing?"
Quinn blinked groggily, her expression shifting from confusion to surprise as she registered Brett's presence in the living room. A smile tugged at her lips, and she offered him a friendly wave.
"Hey, Brett," she said, her voice still heavy with sleep. "What are you doing here?" Brett grinned at her, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he leaned back against the couch. "Just thought I'd drop by and see San as I'm busy working on my thesis tomorrow" he replied casually, glancing at his watch before raising an eyebrow in mock surprise. "Although it looks like I might have interrupted someone's 5 pm nap"
Quinn flushed slightly at his teasing remark, a sheepish smile playing on her lips as she rubbed her eyes tiredly. "Yeah, I may have overslept a bit" she admitted with a small shrug, making her way to the kitchen to pour herself a glass of water.
Santana watched her go, turning to Brett, she couldn't resist a playful jab "See, I told you she needs me" Santana quipped. Brett chuckled at her words, shaking his head in mock disbelief as he watched Quinn rummage through the fridge. "Maybe we should hold off telling her for a while" Brett suggested with a wry grin, his gaze lingering on Quinn as she made her way back into the room, a big bag of chips in hand and a tub of ice cream.
Brett shifted uncomfortably on the couch as Quinn settled beside him, offering him a chip from the bag in her lap. He hesitated for a moment, his gaze flickering between Quinn and Santana, sensing the underlying strain in the air. "Thanks," he muttered, accepting the chip with a small nod of appreciation.
As Quinn sat back, her eyes fixed on the television screen, Brett couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. He glanced at Santana, silently pleading for reassurance, but her expression mirrored his uncertainty. "Are you okay?" he whispered to Quinn, his voice barely audible over the sound of the movie playing in the background.
Quinn simply nodded in response, her eyes fixed on the screen as she munched on her chips. Brett frowned, the knot of worry in his stomach tightening with each passing moment. Something didn't feel right, and he couldn't shake the feeling that Quinn was hiding something.
He leaned closer to her, his voice soft with concern. "You don't seem okay" he murmured, his eyes searching hers for any sign of the turmoil brewing beneath the surface. Quinn's expression hardened at his words, her jaw tightening as she shot him a sharp glare. "You're in my home" she retorted, her voice cold and clipped as she turned to face him, her eyes flashing with irritation. Brett recoiled slightly at the force of her words, taken aback by the sudden hostility in her tone.
Santana watched the exchange unfold, her brow furrowed in confusion as she attempted to decipher the tension between Brett and Quinn. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, her gaze darting between them as she tried to diffuse the growing conflict.
"If you're so bothered by me having a snack and watching a movie, you can go home," she snapped, her words laced with bitterness as she turned her attention back to the television screen.
"Guys, let's not fight," Santana interjected gently, her voice a soothing presence amid the brewing storm. But Quinn's glare remained fixed on Brett, her eyes flashing with frustration as she squared her shoulders defiantly.
Frustration bubbled up inside him as he struggled to find the right words to ease the tension, but he knew he couldn't stand by and watch Quinn spiral further into despair. "Quinn, you need to get a grip," he said firmly, his voice tinged with exasperation. "You can't keep dwelling on Puck. He's not worth your time or energy."
His words hung in the air, the silence stretching between them as Quinn's anger boiled over. Her eyes flashed with hurt, her fists clenching at her sides as she met Brett's gaze with a fiery intensity. "How dare you?" she spat, her voice laced with venom. "You have no idea what I've been through. You have no right to tell me how to feel."
"Hey, that's enough," Santana said, her tone commanding yet gentle. "You both need to calm down." Quinn's glare softened slightly at Santana's intervention, her anger still simmering beneath the surface as she turned her attention back to Brett. "He needs to leave" she insisted, her voice trembling with emotion.
Santana shook her head, her expression firm as she refused to back down. "No, Quinn," she said firmly. "We're not kicking him out." Quinn's frustration was evident, her shoulders tense as she glared at Santana. "You're taking his side?" she asked, her voice tinged with disbelief. Santana sighed, her patience wearing thin as she tried to diffuse the tension. "I'm not taking anyone's side" she explained.
Brett remained silent, his expression a mixture of frustration and regret as he watched the exchange unfold. Taking a deep breath, Santana knew she had to try to mend the rift between Quinn and Brett. "Quinn, he's your brother," Santana said softly, her eyes meeting Quinn's with empathy. "You're supposed to love and look out for each other. Brett cares about you, and so do I. We just want what's best for you. Brett was just worried, we both are."
Quinn's shoulders sagged slightly at Santana's words, her expression softening as she processed the truth in them. She knew deep down that Brett's intentions were rooted in concern for her well-being, even if his delivery had been less than ideal. "I know" Quinn murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. Santana nodded understandingly, reaching out to gently squeeze Quinn's hand in a gesture of comfort. "It's okay" she reassured her friend. "We'll figure it out together like we always do."
Turning her attention to Brett, Santana gave him a meaningful look, "Brett" Santana said firmly, her voice leaving no room for argument. "You need to apologize to your sister and give her a hug." Brett nodded as he approached Quinn, his voice sincere as he met her gaze. "I'm sorry for upsetting you. That wasn't my intention."
Quinn's expression softened at Brett's apology, her guard beginning to lower as she listened to his words. She knew that Brett cared about her, despite their differences, and his willingness to admit fault meant more to her than she could express.
"I'm sorry too," Quinn replied, her voice tinged with vulnerability. "I just... I've been struggling, and I didn't know how to handle it." Brett nodded understandingly, reaching out to wrap Quinn in a gentle embrace. "It's okay" he murmured, his voice filled with warmth and compassion. "We're here for you, no matter what."
Brett felt a weight settle in the pit of his stomach as he braced himself for the conversation ahead. He had been wrestling with this decision for weeks, unsure of how to broach the topic with Quinn and Santana. But now, as they stood together in the living room, he knew he couldn't put it off any longer.
Taking a deep breath, Brett gently pulled out of the hug, his heart pounding in his chest as he glanced between Santana and Quinn. "I think it's time to pull the band-aid off," he said quietly, his voice tinged with apprehension. Santana's eyes widened with alarm, and she shook her head slightly, silently urging him to reconsider. "Not now, Brett" she whispered, her voice barely above a murmur.
Quinn watched the exchange between them, her brow furrowing with concern. "What's going on?" she asked, her voice laced with curiosity. Brett took another deep breath, steeling himself for what he was about to reveal. "I'm moving back to Miami," he began, his words hanging heavy in the air. Quinn's eyes widened with surprise, but before she could respond, Brett continued. "And Santana is coming with me."
There was a moment of stunned silence as Quinn processed Brett's words, her eyes widening with disbelief. "You're moving to Miami?" she repeated, her voice tinged with disbelief.
Brett nodded, his stomach churning with nerves as he watched Quinn's reaction. "Yeah," he said softly. "I've been offered a job down there when I graduate."
Quinn's expression softened, her eyes filled with understanding as she took in Brett's words. "But what about New York?" she asked, her voice tinged with concern. "And what about Santana's job here?"
Brett hesitated, unsure of how to answer her questions. "We've thought about it a lot" he admitted. "And I think this is the right decision for me. And for Santana, well... she's willing to take a chance on this new adventure with me." Santana nodded, her gaze meeting Quinn's with determination. "I love my job here," she said softly. "But I love Brett more."
Quinn's eyes softened, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she reached out to squeeze Santana's hand "It's not for another six months," Santana added, her voice tinged with reassurance. "But I'll be here for you, always."
Quinn pulled her into a tight embrace, as they stood together, Santana felt a sense of gratitude wash over her, grateful for the unwavering presence of her best friend by her side. Suddenly, Santana felt another pair of arms wrap around her from behind, and she turned to see Brett joining their embrace. She couldn't help but chuckle as he squeezed in between them, his presence both comforting and endearing.
"Go away, Brett" she teased, playfully nudging him with her elbow. "This is our moment." Brett grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he leaned in to kiss Santana's cheek. "I wouldn't dream of intruding" he replied, his tone light and teasing.
Quinn laughed, the sound echoing through the room "You can stay" she said, her voice warm with affection. "But only if you promise not to steal all my ice cream." Brett feigned innocence, his hand resting playfully on his chest. "Me? Steal ice cream? Never," he replied with a wink, eliciting another round of laughter from Santana and Quinn as he went to the kitchen to grab himself a spoon.
As they stood together, wrapped in each other's arms, Santana felt a sense of peace settle over her. She knew that no matter what the future held, they would face it together. And for that, she was truly grateful.
A few days later balanced the tray of steaming coffees as she made her way over to the table where Kurt, Rachel, and Quinn were seated. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, mingling with the sound of their laughter as she approached.
Setting the tray down carefully, Santana took a seat beside Quinn, a smile playing on her lips as she looked around at her friends. Kurt was flipping through a fashion magazine, Rachel was scribbling furiously in her notebook, and Quinn was scrolling through her phone with a thoughtful expression.
Kurt glanced up from his magazine, his gaze settling on Santana with a curious expression. "So, Santana, how are you feeling about moving in with Brett?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine interest. Santana's smile widened at the question, her heart swelling with warmth at the thought of her future with Brett. "I'm excited" she admitted, her voice tinged with excitement. "It's going to be a big change, but I think it's going to be amazing."
Rachel looked up from her notebook, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "What are you most looking forward to?" she asked, her pen poised over the page.
Santana's mind raced with possibilities as she considered Rachel's question. "I think just being able to spend more time together," she replied, her voice soft with affection. "And having our own space"
Quinn chimed in with a playful smirk, her eyes dancing with mischief. "Ew, imagine living with a smelly boy" she teased, earning a round of laughter from the group. Santana rolled her eyes, her laughter mingling with theirs "Hey, Brett is not smelly all the time" she protested, her voice filled with mock.
"I always thought Santana would be the last to settle down," Rachel remarked, her tone tinged with amusement as she glanced at Santana.
Kurt, sitting across from Rachel, chuckled in agreement. "Yeah, I mean, Satan managed to find someone to put up with her" he added with a playful grin.
Santana rolled her eyes, but a small smile tugged at the corners of her lips. She was used to her friends' teasing by now, and she knew it came from a place of love and affection. "Hey, I'll have you know that I am a catch" Santana retorted, her tone playful as she raised an eyebrow at Kurt. "Brett is lucky to have me."
Rachel and Kurt laughed at Santana's response, the teasing glint in their eyes softening into genuine warmth. "You know, Santana, I can see you popping out babies in no time," Rachel teased, a playful smile tugging at her lips.
Santana rolled her eyes in response, a smirk playing on her lips."You wish, Berry," Santana shot back, her tone light and teasing. "But sorry to disappoint you. Brett and I are not planning on having any little Pierce-Lopezes running around."
Kurt, sitting across from Santana, joined in the playful banter. "Oh, come on, Santana" he chimed in, a teasing glint in his eye. "I'm sure Brett would make a great dad." Quinn, who had been listening quietly, raised her eyebrows in surprise as she interjected, her curiosity piqued. "No kids at all?"
Santana nodded, her expression sincere. "Yeah, really" she confirmed, meeting Quinn's gaze with unwavering certainty. "No kids, no cats—just me and Brett, living our best lives."
Quinn's eyebrows shot up in surprise, but she didn't press the issue further. Instead, she offered Santana a supportive smile, "Well, as long as you two are happy," Quinn replied, her tone gentle. "That's all that matters."
Santana returned Quinn's smile with a grateful nod, her heart warmed by her friend's understanding. As they chatted, Santana's gaze flickered toward the entrance of the café, her heart skipping a beat when she spotted Brett walking through the door. A smile tugged at her lips as he made his way over to their table, his presence filling her with warmth and excitement.
Brett leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to Santana's head before turning his attention to the group. "Hey, everyone" he greeted with a warm smile. "What's up?"
Santana's friends greeted Brett with nods and smiles, welcoming him into their circle. Kurt, ever curious, was the first to speak up. "So, what are you two up to this evening?" he asked, his tone lighthearted with a hint of curiosity.
Brett shrugged casually, his expression relaxed. "Nothing much, really" he replied, his gaze meeting Santana's briefly before returning to Kurt. "Just planning to chill at my place for the evening. Nothing too exciting."
As they exited the café, the cool evening air greeted them, carrying with it the promise of a peaceful night ahead. Brett wrapped an arm around Santana's waist, pulling her close as they walked side by side down the street.
Once they reached his apartment door, Brett followed Santana inside closing the door behind them with a soft click. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close as he pressed a gentle kiss to her lips "I've missed you" he murmured, his voice soft with affection.
Santana smiled, feeling her heart swell with love. Together they settled onto the couch, sinking into its cushions "So, did you have a nice day catching up with everyone?" Brett asked.
Santana settled beside him, a warm smile lighting up her features. "Yeah, it was good" she replied, nodding. "They were all asking about our plans and teasing me about moving in with you." Brett chuckled "Ah, I see," he said, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "Well, if Quinn keeps bothering you, I can always ask my mom to ground her."
Santana glanced around Brett's apartment, "Where are your roommates?" she asked, a hint of curiosity in her voice. Brett shrugged "Not sure, seems like they're both out for the evening."
A mischievous glint sparkled in Santana's eyes as she leaned in closer, her lips brushing against Brett's ear, her breath warm against his skin as she seductively whispered. Brett's eyes widened in surprise at Santana's words, his heart quickening with excitement. He nodded eagerly, a grin spreading across his face as he stood up abruptly, taking Santana's hand in his.
"Let's go," he said softly, his voice tinged with anticipation as he led her towards his bedroom. Santana followed Brett eagerly, a playful smirk playing on her lips as they made their way through the apartment.
As they reached Brett's bedroom door, he turned to Santana, and without a word he closed the distance between them, his hands finding their way to Santana's waist as he pulled her close. Their lips met in a heated kiss, igniting a firestorm of desire that threatened to consume them both.
Santana melted into Brett's embrace, her fingers tangling in his hair as his hands roamed over Santana's body, his touch setting her skin on fire. Without a word, Brett scooped Santana up in his arms and carried her to the bed, laying her down gently before climbing on top of her. He trailed kisses along her jawline, down her neck, and onto the exposed skin of her chest as he pulled her shirt off.
Brett's lips found their way to one of her breasts, his tongue flicking over the hardened peak while his hand caressed the other. She arched into him, wanting more of his touch and feeling impatient for it.
Brett could sense Santana's eagerness and he responded by moving his lips lower until they reached the waistband of her pants. He looked up at Santana for confirmation before pulling them off along with her panties. He paused briefly to take in the sight of her naked body before eagerly joining her on the bed again.
With a small smile, Brett leaned down and captured her lips once again before trailing kisses down her stomach. She felt his breath on her skin as he teasingly skipped over the parts she desperately wanted him to touch, igniting a fire within Santana as his mouth moved from one breast to the other, driving Santana wild.
Brett stopped and looked up at her with a wicked grin. "Turn over" he commanded hoarsely.
Santana obeyed without hesitation, knowing what was coming next. She couldn't help but moan out loud as Brett's skilled hands roamed over the curves of her ass before settling on her hips.
He slowly entered her from behind and Santana gasped at the feeling of fullness and pleasure that coursed through her body. Brett's movements were slow and deliberate, her hands gripping the sheets tightly as her muscles tensed in anticipation.
With a low growl, Brett picked up his pace, his hands gripping Santana's hips tightly as he moved in and out of her with a steady rhythm. The sound of their skin slapping together filled the room as their bodies moved together in perfect harmony.
Santana couldn't help but moan uncontrollably as the pleasure built within her, her entire body tingling with each thrust of Brett's hips. She reached back to grab onto him, wanting to feel him closer and deeper inside of her.
Feeling Santana's need for more, Brett quickened his pace, his fingers digging into her skin as he thrust harder and deeper into her. He could feel himself getting closer to the edge with each passing moment, but he wanted to make sure Santana came first.
With one hand still gripping Santana's hip, Brett used the other to reach around and find her clit. He began rubbing it in tight circles, causing Santana to cry out in ecstasy. The combination of Brett's deep thrusts and skilled touch on her most sensitive spot pushed Santana over the edge. Her whole body trembled as she rode out her orgasm, calling out Brett's name in pure pleasure.
Brett couldn't hold back any longer. With one final thrust, he came undone, releasing himself inside of her. After several moments of them catching their breaths, Brett pulled out of Santana as she rolled onto her back and collapsed onto the bed next to her while pulling her in close to him. She snuggled against his chest, feeling content and satisfied in a way she had never felt before.
They lay in silence for a few moments, both still trying to catch their breath and come down from their intense high. Santana finally turned to look at Brett, her heart racing with a mix of emotions. Brett turned to meet her gaze, a small smile on his lips. "You okay?" he asked softly. Santana took a deep breath before nodding. "Yeah," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
They lay in silence once again before Santana turned to face Brett fully. "That was amazing" Santana confessed, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she basked in the afterglow of their shared intimacy. Brett's smile widened at her words, his eyes shining with affection as he reached out to tenderly tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "I love you" Brett whispered sincerely, his voice filled with unwavering devotion as Santana snuggled closer to him, seeking solace in his embrace.
"I can't wait for us to finally move to Miami and have our own space" Brett murmured, his words vibrating against Santana's ear. She chuckled softly "Are you expecting us to be naked all the time?" she teased, a mischievous glint dancing in her eyes as she playfully arched an eyebrow.
Brett's response was immediate, his tone dripping with sarcasm as he traced lazy patterns on her bare stomach. "Of course" he quipped, his lips curling into a playful smirk as he relished in their playful banter. Leaning into his touch, Santana sighed contentedly, the weight of his words hanging in the air between them.
"I like New York, but it's too hectic" Brett confessed, his voice tinged with a hint of frustration. "Sometimes it takes me two hours to get to your apartment, and I hate it."
Santana nodded in understanding, her fingers absentmindedly tracing circles on his chest as she contemplated his words. She knew all too well the chaotic hustle and bustle of city life, the constant noise and congestion that seemed to suffocate them at times. The thought of escaping to the sun-drenched shores of Miami held an undeniable allure, promising a slower pace and a more laid-back lifestyle.
"You could always move in with me and Quinn if you want" Santana suggested, her voice soft and earnest as she offered him a lifeline. She couldn't bear the thought of him struggling with the daily grind of city living, especially when they could be together under the same roof.
Brett shook his head, his expression resolute as he met her gaze with unwavering determination. "No, let's start fresh in Miami" he declared, his tone firm and unwavering "We'll have our own space, just the two of us."
"What are your plans for tomorrow?" Santana inquired, her voice tinged with anticipation as she turned to face Brett, a playful glint dancing in her eyes. Brett met her gaze with a warm smile, his features illuminated by the soft glow of the lamp beside them. "I have work around 1 pm" he replied
Santana's lips curved into a delighted grin at his response, her excitement bubbling over as she realized the opportunity that lay before them. "Great" she exclaimed, her voice brimming with enthusiasm. "That means we can go shopping in the morning!" Brett arched an eyebrow in surprise, curiosity flickering in his eyes as he regarded her with interest. "Shopping?" he echoed, a note of amusement lacing his words. "What for?"
Her grin widened into a mischievous smirk as she leaned in closer to him, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "For you" she declared, "We're going to Cabo in two months, and you can't wear sweatpants and sweatshirts the whole week."
Brett chuckled at her proclamation, a soft laugh escaping his lips as he shook his head in amusement. "I suppose you have a point" he conceded, his gaze softening as he reached out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
Santana's heart fluttered at his tender gesture, her love for him swelling within her chest as she leaned into his touch. In Brett's arms, she found a sense of warmth and security, a refuge from the chaos of the world outside.
Brett trailed behind Santana, his brows furrowed in mild exasperation as she flitted from one rack of clothing to the next. Santana glanced over her shoulder, catching sight of Brett's bemused expression. With a playful smirk, she slowed her pace and turned to face him, her arms laden with an assortment of swim shorts and evening wear.
"Relax" Santana chided gently, her voice laced with amusement as she passed him a pile of clothes to try on. "We're just getting started" Brett accepted the pile of garments with a resigned sigh, as he sifted through the pile of swim shorts, he couldn't help but voice his confusion. "What do I need four pairs of swim shorts for?" he asked, his tone tinged with bemusement.
Santana shot him a playful grin, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she offered him a playful shrug. "We'll be there for seven days" she replied matter-of-factly, her voice carrying a note of certainty. "And you know me, I like to have options."
He chuckled at her response, shaking his head in mock disbelief at her unyielding logic. With a resigned sigh, he resigned himself to the inevitable and began to make his way towards the fitting rooms. With a satisfied smile, Santana began to sift through the racks once again, her heart brimming with excitement for the adventures that lay ahead.
Brett emerged from the fitting room, the weight of multiple hangers laden with clothing swinging gently in his grasp. Santana, ever the picture of effortless style, stood waiting for him with a radiant smile. Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she took in his appearance, eagerly awaiting his verdict. "Everything fits?" she asked, her voice tinged with anticipation.
Brett nodded in response, a warm smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Yeah, everything's good" he confirmed, his gaze softening as he looked at her. "Great!" she exclaimed, her smile widening as she linked her arm through his. "Let's head to the cashier."
As they made their way towards the checkout counter, Brett couldn't help but feel a twinge of apprehension. The pile of clothing dangling from his arm seemed to grow heavier with each step, "This looks like a lot of clothes" Brett commented, glancing down at the assortment of swim shorts, pants, and shirts.
Santana chuckled softly, her eyes dancing with amusement. "It's only the swim shorts, two pants, and five shirts" she reassured him, her voice light and airy. "Trust me, you'll thank me later." Brett arched an eyebrow in response, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. "Do I need all of this?" he asked, his tone teasing. Her smile remained unwavering as she nodded in affirmation. "Absolutely" she replied, her voice filled with conviction. "I've picked out clothes that will match my color palette perfectly."
Brett couldn't help but laugh at her response, marveling at her unwavering confidence and impeccable sense of style. "Of course" he chuckled, leaning in to press a tender kiss to her temple. "I should've known better than to question your expertise."
