Thanks to burglover421 for giving me the idea for this story. It's going to be a three parter and I hope to have the next one up by next weekend.

Unusual Love

"Lopez, you and Fabray will be leading the task force in Lima, Ohio that's going after the bike gang called Fang. We think they're involved with running drugs and guns." Director Frank of the FBI tells her.

"Lima, Ohio?" Santana groans.

"Yes now go." Frank says.

Santana grumbles as she grabs her go bag. She loves being in the FBI, catching the bad guys, but she hates going to small ass, small minded towns.

"You ready?" Quinn Fabray another agent asks walking over.

"As ready as I'll ever be." Santana grumbles hating that she's getting stuck with a partner.

"So…." Quinn says unsure of what to do.

She's heard horrible things about working with Santana. That she's unreasonable and rude, but very good at her job.

"Listen I say we get in, find evidence quick and get the heck out of that small ass town." Santana says as they head towards their jet.

"Agreed," Quinn says.

They walk the rest of the way in silence. Santana ends up falling asleep for the first half of the plane ride until Quinn decides to wake her up.

"What the fuck!" Santana shouts leaping up.

"Sorry, I just thought we ought to talk about the gang and what are strategy is." Quinn sheepishly says looking away.

"It's fine, I just hate being woken up." Santana says.

"Okay I won't do that again." Quinn says. "But since you're up."

"Yeah, well first we should do more intel find out everyone in the gang before we make a plan of action. We don't know many of the members yet." Santana wisely says looking down at the file which has almost nothing in it.

"How long do you think this operation will take I hate being away from my boyfriend for long periods of time." Quinn says trying to be friendly.

"As much as I wish it will be short, I get the feeling that this will take at least a few months." Santana says. "There's a reason this gang has managed to stay off the FBI's radar along with other law enforcement offices."

"God this is going to take forever." Quinn whines dropping her head on the table.

"Tell me about it."

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Brett rides down the street towards the club's mechanic shop. He just finished a long ass ride from Lima all the way to Miami, Florida to pick a new shipment of guns and coke. He's looking forward to sleeping for a few days as he's exhausted from the ride.

"Look who's back boys." Puck says a huge ass grin on his face.

"Hey man," Brett says coming over and giving him a huge hug.

"How was the ride?" Puck asks walking him over to the bar and sitting him down.

"Long and hard, but very successful." Brett says eagerly grabbing a beer thrown at him.

"Good we were low on supplies." Sam says sitting next to Brett.

The Fang bike gang is the most feared gang in Ohio and most of the Midwest. Well they have been since Brett took control from his father. Brian Pierce is still very involved with the gang, but doesn't do runs anymore. Brett is the President with his brother Bryon as the Vice President. His friends Noah (Puck) Puckerman, Sam Evans, Mike Chang and Finn Hudson are all on the council. They have about twenty other members along with six prospects. And that doesn't include the semi-retired members that only help out when needed like if most of the members are in jail.

"It's good to be back." Brett says. "Now if you all don't mind I need to hit the hay. I've been up for thirty hours straight." Brett says getting up.

"Go get some sleep." Puck says. "We don't need you dying tomorrow night when we celebrate your brother Bryon being released from jail."

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Santana and Quinn have only been in Lima for a day and Santana already wants to leave. Quinn being a prud with a boyfriend headed up to her room while Santana puts on her tightest dress and is going to go clubbing.

"Now this is hot." Santana says smiling at herself.

She figures if she has to be stuck in this loser town then she's going to at least party when she's off work. Plus she figures that the gang must have members that go to the clubs.

It takes her a while to figure out where the four clubs are, but once she does she ends up at a dance club called Ruby. Walking in she knows she's the hottest chick in the place. Several guys try to hit on her, but she rebuffs them walking up to the bar.

"You're new here aren't you?" a tall blonde hair man asks standing next to her.

"Yes I just moved here." Santana says turning to face him.

She licks her lips, this man in front of her is mighty fine. He's tall over six foot, has short blonde hair, is very buff just the way she likes men, has a few visible tattoos which she loves, is wearing a leather jacket and his best feature his dazzling blue eyes.

"Hi I'm Santana Lopez," she says holding out her hand.

"Hi Santana, my name is Brett Pierce." he says shaking her hand.

He tries to keep his eyes on her face, but he can't help but look at her body. She's wearing a very tight, short red dress that shows off all her curves and makes her amazing breasts almost burst out. Frankly he has a very hard time keeping his eyes off of her breasts. Though he has to admit that her brown soulful eyes are captivating and her pouty lips.

"You look gorgeous." Brett says waving the bartender over.

"Thank you, you look really handsome yourself." Santana says smiling at him.

They make small talk while hitting on each other, Brett's friends stare on in amazement.

"How does he always do that?" Bryon asks shocked his brother is going score tonight.

"Because he looks like an god and has confidence." Puck says proud of his friend.

"Well it looks like he's on his way to getting some." Sam says shaking his head.

Back to Brett and Santana they are on their third drink.

"Dance with me?" Brett asks getting up.

"I don't know, I'm not the best dancer." Santana says unsure of wither she should or not.

"Please," Brett says pouting.

"Okay," Santana sighs giving in.

She hates to admit it, but she really is starting to like this man. On one hand she wants to give them a chance, but on the other hand she knows she'll be going home leaving him when the case is over.

"Great," Brett says taking her hand and leading her out onto the dance floor.

"Just so you know if you grope my ass I'll kick your ass." Santana warns.

Brett nods smiling understanding that she doesn't want him to be a creep. He's really starting to like this woman and actually wants to do right by her. He wants to take her on a date and shower her with gifts.

They dance together for an hour, Brett keeping his hands on her waist before Santana's feet start to hurt.

"Can we take a break my feet are killing me." Santana all, but shouts in his ear.

"Sure," he shouts back.

He leads them over to a private table and orders them two beers.

"Here let me give you some money for all the beers you've been buying me." Santana says pulling out a wad of cash from her cleavage.

"No, I can't let you pay." Brett says. "One a gentleman never lets a lady pay and two I know the club owner so everything is on the house."

"You don't let ladies pay?" Santana says raising an eyebrow. "What exactly do you do?"

"I own and run a garage." Brett says unsure of how she will feel if he tells her about the gang.

"That sounds a lot funnier than my job." Santana says licking her lips at the thought of him all sweaty and greasy taking her against a truck.

"What do you do?" Brett asks.

"I do risk assessments for insurance companies. Right now I'm working with the Lima police." Santana says not wanting to say that she's an FBI agent.

She's learned from the past that not all men like that she can kick their ass.

"That sounds interesting too." Brett says.

"No it doesn't it's really boring." Santana says.

"Your right it does." Brett agrees chuckling.

"It's late I should head back to my hotel room." Santana says getting up.

"I'll walk you." Brett offers.

"I can go-"

"I'm sure you can, but it's one in the morning and I would hate for anything to happen to you." Brett says taking off his jacket and putting it around her.

"Thank you," Santana says blushing.

"Well I can say I'm doing this just for you. I also want to spend more time with you." Brett says wrapping his arm around her shoulder.

"I'm happy to spend more time with you." Santana says getting on her tippy toes and kisses her cheek.

"Good cause I was hoping to take you out on a date tomorrow if you're free." Brett says looking down at her.

"I finish work at three." Santana says.

"Then I'll pick you up here at five." Brett says taking her hand and kissing it. "Good night my good lady."

"Good night Brett, drive home safely."

Brett heads back to club to collect his motorcycle before riding to his house. He hasn't actually slept in his own bed in months. Being a bachelor and at the garage all the time, his friends use his house as a crash pad. So when he opens the door he's not surprised to see his brother, Puck, Sam, Mike and Finn all crashed in his living room.

"Brett, you're back late. I thought you would have spent the night with that hot Latina." Bryon says getting up.

"No, I just walked her home and asked her out on a date." Brett says smiling at the thought.

"Really you struck out with a woman." Bryon says shocked.

"I didn't strike out; I didn't want her to be just another conquest." Brett says. "Now I'm going to hit the hay, I have a big date tomorrow."

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"This is going us nowhere." Quinn grumbles.

"Maybe we should try talking to the local police since they have been dealing with them longer." Santana suggests smiling.

Quinn finds it odd that Santana's in such a good mood today. In the short time she's known the woman she never seems happy.

"That could work." Quinn says.

They both know that they need more intel before they can start putting pressure on the gang.

"Yes, you can do that right? I have a date tonight at five and I'd like to leave early to get ready." Santana says trying not to look giddy.

"Sure," Quinn says hoping this new mood will stay.

"Thanks a lot Q," Santana says.

With that Santana leaves heading to her hotel room. She's very excited for this date. She had an amazing night last night with him and wonders if it could count as a date. It takes her over an hour to get ready. She has a hard time deciding what to wear, but ultimately decides to go with white wash jeans, a red tank, a blue plaid over shirt and black high heels. She passes the time she has left trying to watch TV as she waits for Brett. She jumps up when she hears a knock at the door. Opening it she smiles when she sees a huge bouquet of roses.

"Pretty flowers for a gorgeous lady." Brett says holding them out for her.

"Oh Brett, thank you." Santana says taking the flowers. "Come in while I put them in some water."

Brett follows her in closing the door.

"This is just for a few days while I look for an apartment to rent with my collage." Santana says.

She hopes that if this turns into a relationship like she thinks it will that Brett will consider moving to the east coast with her. Though they have a while before that happens. As the FBI figures it will be at least a few months and is renting them an apartment.

"Well I'm very glad you'll be staying for a while." Brett says. "You look absolutely stunning."

Santana blushes at the complement.

"You look really good yourself." Brett says. "Now if you're ready I have a full night planned for us."

"I can't wait," Santana says looping her arm through his.

He leads her out of the hotel to where he parked his bike.

"I hope you don't mind, but I thought it would be funnier to ride on my bike." Brett says.

"I certainly don't mind at all." Santana says smiling even more when Brett puts his leather jacket over her shoulders.

"Don't want you freezing before our date even starts." Brett softly says.

"You're so thoughtful." Santana says kissing his cheek.

Brett just smiles trying to hid a blush as he helps her on the bike.

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"Brett where are we going now?"Santana asks as they head back to his bike after a beautiful candle lit dinner at a small nice restaurant.

"It's a surprise," Brett says putting his helmet on and waiting for her to do the same.

"Brett you don't have to do all this I would have been fine with the tour around town and dinner." Santana says wrapping her arms around his strong midsection.

She secretly is loving how much effort he seems to have put into their date. No one has ever put so much effort into a date with her before.

"San, you deserve someone who treasures you and treats you well and I plan to do that for however long you allow me to." Brett says before starting up the bike.

Santana just grips him tighter and snuggles into his back.

The drive for a while out of the city before he turns down a dirt road. About a mile down he stops right next to an open field.

"Brett where are we?" Santana asks a little nervous.

"I wanted to show you my favorite place in Lima." Brett softly says pulling out a blanket from his saddle bag.

"This field is your favorite place?" Santana questions quite shocked that this is his favorite place.

"Yes, my mom used to bring me here to look at the stars before she died." Brett softly says. "I've never brought anyone here before."

"I'm honored you've brought me here." Santana says waiting for him to put down the blanket and sit down before snuggling into him.

"There's something about you Santana Lopez that makes me feel like I've known you forever." Brett says wrapping his arms around her.

They sit together in silence for a few minutes while they look up at the stairs.

"Tell me about your family." Brett says wanting to know more about this gorgeous Latina.

"My mom is a lot like me stubborn, self-confident, loving and secretly soft around love ones. Her name is Maria and she's a lawyer in New York. That's where I grew up. My dad is a kind and understanding man. He's the head of cardiology at New York Presbyterian. I'm an only child, but I have six aunts and two uncles along with eleven cousins that I grew up with. Both sets of my grandparents are dead." Santana says glad that this is one thing she doesn't have to lie about.

She hates that she can't tell him the real reason she's here, but agrees with Quinn they should keep their presence quiet for the time being.

"What about you? What's your family like?" Santana asks.

"Well my family's really small. It's just me, my dad and my brother Bryon. We all work at the garage. My mom who kept us all in line sadly passed away from a brain tumor when I was twelve." Brett tells her.

"Oh Brett I'm sorry." Santana says snuggling more into him.

"It's okay it's been twelve years." Brett says feeling happier than he has in years.

"So you're twenty-four." Santana asks.

"Yep, I'll be twenty-five in two months. What about you?" Brett asks.

"I'm twenty-seven," Santana says.

"Cool I've always liked older women." Brett jokes.

Santana slaps his shoulder laughing.

"Think your funny tough guy?" Santana asks tickling his sides.

Brett wiggles around laughing as he tries to get away from her.

Suddenly she stops tickling him, licking her lips she leans down and kisses him. He flips them over as they continue to kiss, placing his hands on her hips. Her arms are around his neck, pulling him down. She's pretty sure she knows where this is leading to and she likes it. So she's very surprised when he pulls back.

"Brett?" Santana says questioningly.

"You deserve to be treated like a queen. I don't want our first time to be out in a field after only knowing each other for twenty-four hours." Brett softly says brushing hair out of her face.

"That's…so sweet." Santana says kissing him.

"It's late, I should be getting you back." Brett says helping her up. "I don't want you tired tomorrow at work."

"You are just too sweet Brett Pierce." Santana says kissing his cheek.

To Santana the ride back goes by almost too fast. Being the gentleman he is at least to her Brett walks her to the door.

"I had a blast." Santana says standing in front of the door facing him.

"I'm glad," Brett says staring into her eyes. "I was hoping to take you out again soon."

"Well tomorrow I promised my collage I'd work late, but any other day I'm free." Santana says.

"I'm busy the next two days I have to ride up to Green Bay to pick up some new parts, but I'll be back Tuesday night." Brett says. "How about I pick you up at seven on Friday."

"It's a date," Santana says.

Bret leans down and kisses her deeply.

"Good night San,"

"Night Brett,"