Thanks for the reviews my little birds. To Guest, I'm sorry but no, Mr. Pierce is not going to teach Santana how to ride in this fic; but it was such an interesting idea that I decided to make a one-shot out of it. It's called Rider's Girlfriend. Check it out.

Mr. Pierce's name is James, so if I refer to that, it's him.

Sorry for not updating yesterday, I've just been really busy with midterms.

Anyway, here's the next chapter.

James POV

There's a knock on my door at 7:59 A.M. I smile at Santana's eagerness.

"Come in," I yell out.

She comes in still in her street clothes.

"Morning Mr. Pierce," she says.

"Good morning, Santana. How are you today?"

"Good, Sir, and yourself?" she replies.

"Good, good. Let's get started, shall we? Why don't you go change into overalls and meet me back here?"

"Sure, I'll go do that," she says turning out the door.

She comes back in a light blue jumpsuit tied around the waist, a small black tank top that shows some midriff, old vans, hair tied back, and a rag hanging out her back pocket.

"All ready," she says with a grin.

"Okay, follow me," I say leading her to a room in the back of the shop.

"Woah," she says in awe when I show her the racing room.

Racing murals are painted on any available space. On the left wall there's five shelves of trophies taking up one side of the wall. On the other side there's medals hanging in an orderly fashion from Britt's first race to her most recent. On the long wall adjacent from us, there's tools galore and a workbench of a bed of an old truck coming out the wall. On the right wall there was a bike rack with bikes ranging from small to big coming forward, on the end was Britt's most recent bike, totaled in the accident.

"Britt did this all by herself," I say.

"If racing doesn't work out, she should go into interior design," Santana jokes.

"Uh, y-yeah," I stutter nervously scratching the back of my neck.

She senses my nervousness but doesn't comment. "So, what is my next assignment?" she asks with a chirp in her voice.

"Well, while I find out a way to get Brittany back in the competition, I'm going to need someone dedicated and trustworthy to fix her bike and possibly become her mechanic?" I say looking at her hopefully.

"That's really sweet that you chose me, Mr. Pierce. But I don't know much about bikes. I'm not sure how much of a help I can be," she says dejectedly.

"Well, you've got time to learn and I'm sure Puck can help you. He's been around Britt long enough to have picked up on some stuff. And," I sigh, "I know that you're not doing this because you need a car. I see the way you look at my daughter, you want to get to know her. And honestly, Britt could use a good influence like you in her life."

"Oh, wow, ok, um, sure. Thank you," she replies honestly.

"You're welcome," I say with a nod, "If you need me at any point, I'll be in my office," I turn to leave.

"Wait!" she calls out. I turn back around.

"How - How is Brittany?" she asks hesitantly.

"She's okay. Bored out of her mind the girl is, but I'm glad she has to take some time off. She's been so stressed lately. I think it's happening again. Which is why I need you to gain her trust and look out for her. You're her last hope Santana. I'll see you around," I walk away not looking back.

Santana POV

What's happening again? I think to myself. Why am I her last hope? Is she okay? Is this what Puck was talking about?

Ugh, I sigh frustrated. Might as well get to work.

I pull the hatch down from the work bench and hop onto the bed of the truck so that my legs are dangling off. I spend hours googling motocross: what it's about, the history of it, what races are like, videos, tips, and most importantly, the bikes. I'm scooted against the wall with my legs stretched out in front of me watching jumps when Puck walks in startling me. He holds up a Wawa bag as I remove an ear bud and pause the video.

"Lunch" he says hopping up and copying my position.

"Thanks," I say grabbing my food.

We eat for a few minutes, halfway through he starts to question me.

"What are you doing in here," he asks.

"Mr. P wants me to be Brittany's mechanic," I reply.

"Why?" he asks.

I shrug. "Don't know. I asked for extra hours and he said this was an opening that he thought would suit me."

"You know nothing about bikes," he states.

"No shit. Hence Google," I say gesturing to the phone in my lap.

It's silent for a moment. He's thinking.

"I saw Britt today," he says quietly.

"Oh yeah?" I arch an eye brow.

He clears his throat. "She asked for you. . . "

I say nothing.

"What's going on with you two, Tana?"

I shrug again. "She intrigues me. And you said that I should get to know her, so that's what I'm doing."

"Just. . . just be careful, alright. Britt's been through a lot. I don't want EITHER of you getting hurt," with that he takes his trash and leaves me with my thoughts. Again.

I shake my head and go back to eating. Putting my earbud back in, I resume the video and let my thoughts go for the while.

Brittany POV

I've been sitting at home all day bored to death. I can't do much with one arm and it's slowing killing me. I've tried watching movies, going for a run, playing Flappy Bird, but nothing is working.

Dad told me not to come to the shop because I'd be too tempted to do something, but I can't take it any longer. I need to be doing something.

I slip on my chucks with some difficulty. Luckily the shop is in walking distance, because there is no way I would be able to get there by car or motorcycle.

It's a beautiful day out. The sun is shining, there aren't many clouds in the sky, and the weather is quite warm for October. I soak up the feeling and the scenery strolling to the shop.

I smile when I see a few kids playing happily and carefree in the street. So naive and innocent. They don't have any worries, no troubles. They just are. They can just be.

I would give anything to keep them that way.

I shake my head and keep moving. I can't think about that right now, or ever. It's already started happening again.

It's unusually quiet in the shop. I can see Puck and others working diligently on some cars. I walk into my dad's office without knocking. He's on the phone and sticks his pointer finger up.

"Doug, I'm gonna have to call you back," he says into the line.

"Thanks, you too," he hangs up.

"Britt, what can I do for ya?" he asks.

I shrug. "I got bored. I figured there's gotta be something I can do around here."

"Britt, honey, I'm saying this as nice as possible. Please go back home. There really isn't anything for you to do here. Why don't you call someone and hang out," he suggests.

I roll my eyes. "Not in the mood, dad. I'm just gonna go to the racing room and chill so that I'm out of everyone's way."

"No!" he shouts jumping up. "I mean, no, why don't you stay here and help me with paperwork?" he suggests.

"I think I'm gonna pass on that one," I say turning to walk out.

He runs after me and steps in front of me, blocking my path either way.

"What's going on dad? I'm not going to do anything, I swear. I've learned my lesson," I say brushing passed him.

"Britt, I don't think that's the best. . . "

"Idea" he says stopping at the door behind me.

Santana scrambles up from the back of the truck and looks at me shocked.

I storm out, pushing passed my dad and ignoring the calls of Santana and him behind me. The workers stop and stare at me rushing passed them but I don't stop. Tears blur my vision, I just keep running. I run all the way to the park and stop at the bench in front of the duck pond to catch my breath.

I bury my face in my hands and let the silent tears flow out.

Santana POV

I cautiously sit on the other end of the bench next to Brittany. I stare out at the pond while she cries and it breaks my heart.

I try to scoot closer to her, whispering, "Britt?"

"Stop," she says putting up her hand in my direction.

I frown and turn back to face the pond.

"I'm sorry," I say.

She shakes her head. "You don't understand," she whispers.

"Then help me understand."

"It's not that simple, Santana," she tells me still refusing to make eye contact.

"What's you favorite color, Brittany?" I ask.

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"Just answer the question," I encourage.

"Purple."

"Mine's red. Do you have a favorite flower?"

"Daisies," she says.

"I like sunflowers. As a little kid, what did you want to be when you grow up?"

"Happy," she replies so quietly I almost don't hear it.

" I wanted to be a princess," I say chuckling, "But happy sounds good, too. Maybe I can be a happy princess, what do you think?"

She looks at me and gives me a small smile. "You're too beautiful to be a princess, you'd have to be the queen."

"Is that so?" She nods. "Well, there can't be two queens so I'd let you be the queen and I would be your best friend."

"Trying to sweet talk me Lopez?" she asks.

"Depends. Is it working?" I ask.

"Nope," she says trying not to smile.

I look around and spot some flowers close by.

"I'll be right back," I say jumping up and running to the flowers. I can feel her eyes on the back of me curiously. I pick a few flowers and tie them together with a long blade of grass.

I get down on one knee and present the flowers to her.

"Would the fairest maiden in all the land give me the honor of going on a date with me?" I ask in faux old English.

Brittany POV

"Would the fairest maiden in all the land give me the honor of going on a date with me?" she asks in faux old English.

I can feel it happening again.

My throat goes dry and constricts.

My eyes sting and blur my vision.

My chest tightens and it's getting harder and harder to breathe.

My ears are ringing. I'm losing consciousness.

Santana's hands on my shoulders are numb to me. Her voice is muffled. My heart is pounding.

I can feel the blood rushing through my veins in my body.

I'm drifting into unconsciousness when I feel a pair of lips on mine.

I kiss back because it's the only thing keeping me awake. Her lips are soft and she tastes like ham and pickles.

It's like she's breathing life into me. My ears stop ringing and I can start to feel her hands on me. My chest loosens and I can breathe out my nose with ease. I can feel the stinging in my eyes fade the longer she kisses me. The blood flowing through me slows back to an even pace until I can no longer feel it.

She pulls back and I cautiously open my eyes. She's shocked at herself. Her eyes are wide and she brings a hand up to touch her lips as if it wasn't real.

"I. . . I'm so sorry," she stutters out.

"It's okay," I whisper.

"No it's not," she stands up and starts pacing, hands on her temples. "I just kissed you. Unprovoked. Without permission. I'm going to get fired. You're dad is going to hate me. You are going to hate me. Puck is going to hate me. Oh God he's going to kick me out of his home and I'm going to have no place to go. He's all I have left, I can't let that happen, I just can't. . . ." she says sobbing.

I slowly walk over to her and pull her into my arms. She tries to fight me off but I don't let go. I caress her hair with one hand and whisper comforting words in her ear until she calms down.

"No one's going to let you be alone Santana. I've got you. I'm not letting you go."

She relaxes in my arms and buries her tear stained face in my neck.

"Santana, there's something I need to tell you," I say.

Cliff hanger! Dun Dun Dun. . . Thoughts?