Chapter 9: Set High Beams to Low

Everyone's gathered around the conference table, watching Brittany and preparing to listen to her every word with immense concentration. Blue eyes flicker to Santana and there's a moment where every thing slows down and all Brittany can see is the picture of beauty right in front of her. Even as she starts talking, her eyes don't stray much further from Santana then the woman's pretty face.

"There's a tradition in Vegas between the elite street crews. Every year, one racer from each major crew gathers to show their skills and best the other racers in return for, essentially, bragging rights and the overall claim to the pot o'gold."

Santana's eyebrow quirks at Brittany's sentence, she's not completely following what the other woman is saying.

"Pot o'gold?"

Brittany nods in Santana's direction, having every intention of responding to her when Hunter cuts into her attempted reply.

"Every crew puts in five hundred large, so if there's five or six crews racing that's easily anywhere around-"

"Three million dollars." Santana cuts Hunter off this time, noticing a satisfied smirk stretch across Brittany's lips when she does.

"Right," Brittany continues the conversation, "Split between a crew of twelve or so equals about two hundred fifty large a piece. That might not sound like a lot, but you can buy a lot of things with that kind of money and turn it into much more in the street racing world."

Judging by the nods that Brittany's crew provides in response to her words, Santana would guess they've experienced that first hand. She glances towards Puck who is nodding his head in her direction; she glances towards Cooper and Finn who are both too awestruck by the prospect of big money that they stare blankly at the far wall. Well, it looks like her crews decided on the whole thing, but Santana remains skeptical about a few things.

"Okay, while that sounds great and all would someone care to explain how Jesse's crew has to do with it and also, how the hell do you guys front five hundred thousand dollars? I know your operation is solid, but the only way I can see you doing it is by selling some of your possessions and wouldn't that just defeat the purpose?" She questions, her brow furrowing in confusion as she continues to contemplate the entire outlook of things. Brittany chuckles softly from her stance a few feet away and casually leans back against the conference table while flashing Santana a coy smirk.

"Well yeah dumpling, but the cars we sell for the whole shebang aren't always ours."

Her words elicit a chuckle from the rest of Brittany's crew and Santana's face flushes a little under the situation. Is Brittany subtly, though intentionally, mocking her or does she not even realize what she's doing? When Santana glances back at Brittany the woman gives her a sultry wink that confirms it all for her and Santana narrows her eyes in Brittany's direction, she's becoming quite familiar with the woman's games.

"Whatever you say Britney Spears, that still doesn't explain why Jesse's crew is going to be a part of it. We hail from the same area, and I've never heard of this race you're talking about all the way back in Miami." Santana fires back, getting a moment of satisfaction at seeing Brittany's eyebrows rise at her choice of name calling-it's not exactly original but Santana knows that it'll keep Brittany guessing as to why precisely she chose it, and if the way Brittany is now staring at her in wonder is any indication than her plan is working rather well.

Before anyone, namely Brittany, can reply to Santana's question, or provide her own manner of cleverly prepared retort, Hunter speaks up again.

"The how they found out isn't really the most important matter at the moment," The way he says it so cut and dry has Santana's skeptical senses tingling. It's quite strange to her that Hunter would want to disregard something like that, but before she has a moment to question it, Brittany is speaking up.

"It is important, but it's something we'll have to figure out later when we draw them in because right now what we have to concentrate on is making sure that Jesse's crew is a part of the race. If we get him involved, there are numerous ways we can ensure we can bring him down, and still take his money in the process."

"But how are we going to do anything like that? If anything Santana and her crew has said about Jesse St. James is true, he's not likely to have anything pulled over his head very easily." Mike speaks up from his corner of the room.

"Mike has a point, and Santana and I know first hand that Jesse's crew is dangerous. When Hec came to us and told us he'd started running for them we were both a little suspicious." Puck then adds to the conversation. Santana nods in agreement following his sentence.

"And then three weeks later, Hector is taking the fall for one of their deals gone wrong and now they're all of a sudden after our entire crew."

"But they don't know what you look like?" Brittany inquires; it's an integral piece of information that could push the plan one direction over the other. Santana shakes her head.

"No, they don't know what I look like. They don't even know my first name, just that my last name is Lopez, obviously, but there are a lot of Lopez's in Miami and Hector and I were never spotted together so it would be hard to narrow it down."

Brittany finds herself nodding at the information, she's not going to divulge that she's already aware of most of everything Santana has said because she may have happened to Google the woman more than once, but it's good to know that everyone else now knows that too. Furthermore, it will be important that Jesse's crew does not know what Santana looks like.

"That's a bonus for us. It's also good news that Jesse isn't aware of what Hunter or myself look like, we tend to keep low profile too. Our crew's name is the biggest thing known about us." Brittany informs the rest of the group. There's a bout of silence that follows as everyone bobs their head in acknowledgment and then drops off into their own little worlds of thinking. Santana's the first to break the silence.

"So what exactly is your plan then?"

Brittany smiles coyly in the woman's direction. She was so hoping that Santana would be the one to ask her that.

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Brittany knows her plan is a solid one. How could it not be? It involves hot woman, fast cars and a whole lot of money. What's not to love? She's quite proud of herself, and if she lets herself admit it, she's also maybe kind of glad that there's someone like Santana around to help her execute the plan.

But yeah, she's feeling pretty good about herself and the plan and well pretty much everything right now. That's why she starts to get a little fidgety as she walks down the hall towards her shop. The closer she gets, the louder the rhythmic music beats get. Normally, listening to music is not unheard of when it comes to the shop. It would get pretty boring just sitting there working on cars without anything else going on in the background, but lately Brittany hasn't really had much of a chance to play it from her stereo speakers as opposed to her iPod. That's probably more than likely why the sound reverberating down the hall right now is beginning to get on her nerves, either that or the fact that it's most definitely not something Brittany would ever listen to period.

She narrows her eyes; she has her suspicions on who could be playing, and attempting to sing along (miserably she might add) to this particular music. Brittany speeds her trot up towards her shop and bursts through the door seconds later.

"Sugar!" Brittany exclaims, immediately gathering the attention of the petite brunette shuffling around by herself in the corner, "What the hell is this?" She then questions as straining pubescent boy voices pour from the speakers and make Brittany's ears want to bleed just to erase the memory of their sound.

Sugar Motta, Brittany's crews chief financer (and that's about all), swivels around from her dancing position next to the work table to face her boss and smiles like she's not currently being the most annoyingly persistent person in the world. Without responding Sugar simply stands there and acts like everything is fine and dandy, ear bleeding music still playing overhead. Everything is not fucking fine and dandy.

"Sugar, turn it OFF!" Brittany reiterates her previous statement and that sense of grasping understanding falls over Sugar's features. She glances once towards the stereo and then back to Brittany, when she responds, however, she's one step behind the conversation as per usual.

"Oh One Direction! Aren't they just some sweet ear candy?" Sugar supplies while fanning herself with her ridiculously small clutch as she nonchalantly tosses her hair over one shoulder. Brittany's eye quirks even higher and twitches slightly, she can tell the vein in her temple is making itself known because she can feel it begin to throb in irritation. Her mouth gaps open, torn between wanting to let loose and rage a little and simply just reach out and turn the damn music off. Brittany decides on the latter since deep down she has a soft spot for Sugar in her heart, even if the girl is so extremely unfiltered sometimes.

She closes her eyes tightly and concentrates on not yelling, " Please turn the music off before we have to get another stereo." Brittany requests as gently as possible and judging by the way Sugar's eyes bulge at her request, she's sure that the other girl remembers the last incident. The one where Brittany literally threw the stereo system through the garage door and Sugar had to watch it crash to the asphalt simply because she had refused to turn off the stripped down acoustic version of Teenage Dream that was playing. Brittany doesn't mind the occasional Katy Perry, but the song she heard was sung by a male, and his voice did not bode well with her mood at the time.

Sugar is quick to turn around and walk back to the stereo, cutting the droning noise out of the garage and blissfully off to Brittany's ears.

"Thank you." Brittany says and Sugar smiles sheepishly but nods, "Now not that I mind but what exactly are you doing in this part of the building? I never see you near the shop." She then questions and another large smile breaks out across Sugar's face. She glances over her shoulder towards the direction of the actual garage part of the shop, the place where all the cars and tools and what not are. Sugar doesn't know. She doesn't pay attention to that kind of stuff.

"Santana found me this morning and asked me if I could let her into your shop." Sugar tells Brittany as nonchalantly as possible, she's pretty darn pleased with herself. Pleased as punch. Brittany, on the other hand, hears the words 'Santana' and 'your shop' and immediately goes into panic mood. She and Santana may be cordial, and a little more than friends at this point (and Brittany would be lying if she said she wasn't considering more and more as the days go by) but she still gets a little twitchy at the prospect of anyone else in her shop, especially when she's not there to oversee what they're doing.

"You whhhhhat?" The words rush out of Brittany's mouth, as she starts moving towards the garage door entrance, the small door at the back of the shop. Sugar is on her heels now worried she's done something else wrong.

"I'm sorry Brittany! She was just so smiley and nice and she told me it was so she could do something special for you. I thought you'd be okay with it." Sugar explains, the panic in her voice evident. Her words halt Brittany for a brief second, especially when she considers how Sugar just said nice and she was talking about Santana. Not to say that the girl can't be nice, it's just the times she's seen that particular side of the fiery Latina have been few and far between and in particularly private situations. Brittany glances over her shoulder to Sugar.

"She was nice?" She inquires with a raised eyebrow, skeptical written all over her face. Sugar swallows nervously and nods with the slightest bit of hesitancy.

"Yeah?" It comes out as more of a question and Brittany almost laughs out loud right then and there. The things that happen in a shop huh?

With a shrug she turns to continue into the garage, "Okay then."

When Brittany enters the garage part of her shop she is instantly halted in her tracks. She quickly finds the saliva, air and coherency ripped from her mouth, lungs and brain (respectively). She finds herself biting her lip and squeezing a piece of random fuel line she found hanging on the door so tightly she's likely to damage the reinforced plastic.

There's a reason for Brittany's actions, a pretty damn good and practical one, because just in front of her a little ways into the shop, bent over the inside of her Ford GT's engine compartment wearing daisy dukes and a two sizes two small and riding up white tank top is Santana, looking much finer than the day she was born. Brittany is understandably having a hard time concentrating.

Unfortunately, she doesn't get to admire the view very long because besides Sugar bumping into her from behind as she follows Brittany into the garage, Mike's voice is also quickly calling to her from down the hall. Brittany has just enough time to avert her eyes from the curve of Santana's backside to turn and meet her mechanic and boosting friend's eyes as he jogs into the garage.

"Brittany." Mikes greets her with a nod and Brittany nods back, she watches out of her peripheral vision as Santana extracts herself from the engine compartment and turns to witness the commotion. Mike runs a hand through his short straight black hair.

"Joe and David just got back with intel on Jesse's crew." Mike informs his, for all intents and purposes, crew boss. Brittany nods in understanding and waits for Mike to elaborate, she only jumps slightly as Santana appears by her side but tries to brush of the pounding of her heart as just another moment of startlement (even if Brittany is fully aware that she doesn't get startled, at all).

"They said his main crew runs seven people deep. He's got a right hand man already but rumor has it he's looking for not only two more racers to join his cause but a girl to wear on his arm. His posse is at least fifteen or so fat."

Brittany continues to nod at the information, processing it as it comes. The gears start shifting in her head as she considers how the information can be greatly applied to everything she has planned out.

"Okay, that's good news." Santana speaks up first glancing at Brittany for confirmation. Their eyes lock briefly before Brittany also nods her agreement.

"It is," She starts to say before turning her gaze back to Mike, "So we set them up with two racers and a girl. That should be simple enough." Brittany then says with a shrug of her shoulder. Santana starts shaking her head at her side.

"Wait, what? No you can't expect to just set that type of stuff up. Besides, who do you propose be the 'girl' you send in? Certainly you're not proposing yourself?" Santana says in such a way that Brittany's almost positive she means it more as a finality rather than a simple suggestion. Her lips quirk into a smile.

"What, you don't think I could do it?"

Santana's eyes narrow at Brittany's playfulness, "More like I wouldn't want you to have to do that. You don't know what kind of guy he is. Jesse St. James is dangerous."

Brittany gathers the serious concern that oozes from Santana's words. It makes her heart skip a beat as she considers the woman actually wanting to look out for her, but still she's not one to back down from any sort of challenge.

"I can handle my own," she starts to say and sees Santana open her mouth to protest, so she continues by reiterating exactly what she means, "But I don't plan on being the arm candy. That's not my thing. I was thinking we could send someone else, maybe not as integral to our plans as you or me."

It's Santana's turn to quirk an eyebrow in curiosity.

"Well Lauren would probably just end up beating everyone up."

Brittany nods, "Yeah and Quinn is far too independent and strong minded to convince Jesse she's into him."

"There's Rachel?" Mike suggests. He hasn't had much interaction with the woman from Santana's crew that appears to do nothing else but complain and suggest ridiculous things, but he knows she's a girl and that the entire Pierce and Lopez crews might not mind sending her away for a little while, if only to dispel the spontaneous bouts of Broadway show tunes the woman likes to belt out at the most random of times. Both Santana and Brittany are already shaking their heads at the suggestion.

"I've known Rachel for a long time, and if there's one thing she's definitely not good at it's acting. And if there's anything she's worse at doing than acting, it's falling in love with the wrong damn guys." Santana explains and Brittany can't help but chuckle slightly.

"She's part of your crew and she's dating Finn, also part of your crew so how does that bode for your sense of judgment?"

Santana rolls her eyes, "I never said I picked either of them to be in the crew. Rachel was Puck's ex-girlfriend from a long time ago. She provides an uncanny ability to annoy other racers into taking bets they can't win. When they broke up, because according to Puck he can't be tied down, Rachel met Finn-also a friend of Puck's and he some how wormed his way into the crew. Hec's always had a big heart when it comes to letting people in, unfortunately I'd say that's one of his biggest flaws." She explains and finds Mike and Brittany nodding along with her in complete grasp of her words.

"Okay, so Rachel's out too. Then whom does that leave us with?" Mike questions as he, Brittany and Santana all fall into a moment of concentrated silence. Only when the fourth person who's been a part of the conversation the entire time starts humming do they realize they've got their candidate in the bag.

It takes Sugar a second to realize that every single pair of eyes is looking her way. It takes only another second for her eyes to go wide and her hands to start frantically flailing in front of her.

"No, no no no no no. Noooope." She says too which Brittany quirks an eyebrow at. Sugar's face instantly falls into a pout.

"You're going to make me do it anyway aren't you?"

Brittany simply shrugs her shoulders but nods.

"You're our best bet Sugs."

Sugar gives an exasperated sigh before she flicks her hair again, "Fine I'll go and be this Jesse St. Suck's arm candy, and I'll do a damn good job of it because hello I am Sugar Motta, but I expect you to grovel at my feet when I'm done."

Brittany rolls her eyes, "I'm not ever going to grovel at your feet Sugar."

There's a few moments of one sided glaring, followed by some exasperated breathing until finally with another huff, Sugar throws her arms down at her side.

"Well okay but just so you know I really think this is super lamo spastic everyone here kind of sucks right now and that's not the aspergers talking." She says before pulling her arms up and crossing them over her chest and tapping her foot upon the tiled floor. Brittany just gives her a look that says "really?" but expands no further upon the situation.

"Well, I think I head umm Rory yelling down the hall. I should probably go check out what he might want before he sets something on fire again." Mike speaks up a few seconds later sensing the incredible amount of female tension that's surrounding him and not really wanting to be apart of any sort of besting beat down that might take place. Santana too takes a step back, noticing the way Sugar and Brittany continue to glare at one another as if waiting for the other to break.

The battle of wills ends when Sugar huffs again and stomps her foot like a spoilt toddler on the cusp of a giant tantrum. One precarious rise of Brittany's eyebrow shuts that down before it even happens, and in the next moment Santana watches in utter fascination as Sugar silently, though still fuming, storms out of her and Brittany's sight. Brittany watches her friend go for a few second before chuckling and turning her attention back to the Latina woman standing nearby, waiting patiently but looking completely uncomfortable.

"She's always like that. Something about being brought up in such a shroud of privilege that sometimes she forgets things don't work like that here." Brittany explains with a shrug of her shoulder as she takes a step into the garage past Santana and walks over to the car the woman had been bent over only a short while ago. Santana's brow crinkles in confusion.

"But she's her own person, doesn't she get a say in things?"

Brittany looks over her shoulder, taking a moment to study the way Santana looks when the gears are really turning in her head. She smiles.

"Of course, she's free to act however she wants, except if that's likely to get us in trouble or killed. In this case, she knows that we're counting on her to play the part but that doesn't mean that Sugar's not going to be a little theatrical about the whole matter. She's always had a flare for the dramatics." Brittany says with a playful roll of her eyes. Santana finds herself smiling, though a peculiar situation, she thinks she actually gets it.

It's a family and they work together, no matter what. Even if sometimes (or more often than not almost all the time) other members of the crew don't exactly agree one hundred percent with what happens around them. It's a game of trust, and in the end, everyone seems to trust Brittany.

She seems to be a trustworthy person at the very least, even if a lot of her means and manners are less than reputable and sometimes downright rude.

"Not that I mind, even though I kind of do, but what exactly were you doing with my car?" Brittany calls from the carport area of the garage, breaking Santana from her moment of clarity. Brown eyes glance up and instantly connect with blue, almost as if their magnetized and drawn together. Santana admits she has a hard time denying Brittany's pull sometimes. She takes a step closer, reaching out to grasp the wrench she had been using earlier.

"I was retrograding your spark plugs and checking to see where you could properly store a NOS. Figured this would be the car we'd fancy up for you to race and get into Jesse's game."

Brittany nods her agreement, impressed with Santana's prepared thinking.

"That's…" Brittany starts to say as numerous thoughts come to mind, she'd like to tell Santana that no one's ever been that thoughtful, she'd also kind of like to snap at the woman because she's still got this underlying itch to do that to anyone who messes with her things in her shop, but she figures she can let it slide this time. After all, the prospect of seeing Santana in the outfit she's wearing bending over an engine compartment is in the cards if Brittany doesn't chase her off, she'd be down for that. "Really umm nice of you." She settles with and tries not to roll her eyes at the ease with which the words come out but the meaning behind them doesn't really match her tone.

Santana seems to notice as well as she quirks an eyebrow. She still can't figure Brittany out sometimes. Before she has the chance to reply, Brittany is changing the subject and throwing her off again.

"I see you're back to wearing inappropriate clothes in the workplace." The taller woman says with a raised eyebrow as her eyes glance up and down Santana's outfit, ever meticulous in their appreciation. Santana snaps her fingers to break Brittany from her gaze, a coy and knowing smile playing across her own face.

"Eyes up here honey." She says and it's reminiscent of the first time they met. Brittany chuckles slightly, it's hard to believe that was only a few weeks ago. At first she couldn't stand even seeing Santana, and now she finds the woman tolerable. Actually, she finds Santana more than tolerable, and she thinks Santana is aware of that too.

"Can you blame me for looking?" Brittany asks as she takes a step closer to the scantily clad tan skinned beauty, relishing the way Santana's breath hitches at her close proximity and brown eyes turn a shade darker under Brittany's scrutiny. Santana seems to gather her wits though because in the next second she's flirtatiously cocking her hips as both of her hands fall to rest upon them. Brittany's quickly drawn to the strip of tan skin that's exposed along Santana's stomach as her tank top slips north just a notch.

"Maybe not, but I can say that you've become quite bold with your looks and all. There's just one little problem though," Santana starts to say as she takes a step in Brittany's direction. Blue eyes instantaneously snap up to watch Santana pull her plump bottom lip between her teeth, the sight doing wonders to Brittany's entire body as she fights desperately not to show it.

"I'd be very interested in you enlightening me as to what that might be." Brittany murmurs in a soft voice, feeling the volume necessary considering that Santana is much closer to her than before. In fact, the woman is practically an inch away from her. So close that Brittany can count the eyelashes that brush across Santana's tan cheeks. Their height difference never fails to send a particular jolt through Brittany's body; it's really sexy when a woman is just that much shorter than her. She watches, trying not to shiver under Santana's touch as tan hands reach out and grip tightly at her own slim hips. Brittany fails at not making her swallow exceptionally noticeable, but Santana merely chuckles lowly at the sight.

Well, at least Brittany can evoke that reaction from the woman.

"I bet you would, which is why I'm going to let you in on it." Santana murmurs back, her voice is low and raspy but thick in such a way that it causes Brittany's mind to momentarily blank as she considers all the other times Santana's voice could sound like this. Especially if it were to be whispered in Brittany's ear.

An involuntary moan slips from Brittany's lips when her current fantasy becomes reality as Santana's lips are pressed to the shell of her ear and begin whispering hotly into the flesh.

"You still haven't told me," Santana begins, her breath hot and moist against Brittany's ear, her hands firm and steady in their grip upon the taller woman's defined hips, "What's in la bolsa."

Brittany's mind should be blanking, because it doesn't really matter what Santana just said to her. Whatever it was, it was sexy as fuck. But on the other hand, she's really confused about some things.

"Hrmmm?" She mumbles out, somewhere between an inquiry and a statement. Santana chuckles in hers ear but pulls back to lock her brown eyes with blue and Brittany's so entranced by what's happening that she doesn't realize Santana's fingers are skimming the surface of her forearm until they lock on the paper bag Brittany still holds in her hand. Santana quirks in eyebrow in her direction.

"Oh." Brittany replies, now feeling entirely ridiculous. Santana wants to know what's in the bag. But then, suddenly a coy smirk is pulling across Brittany's lips. Santana wants to know what's in the bag, which means that the ball is in Brittany's court now.

With this knowledge, she brings the bag between their bodies, Santana's hand still gripping one edge of the bag as Brittany grips the other edge. She waggles her eyebrows at Santana.

"Why don't you have a look-see and find out." She suggests, not missing the fact their faces are still an inch apart. A smile spreads across Santana's face.

"Maybe I will."

After all the playful banter is said and done, when Santana opens the bag she can honestly say she wasn't' expecting to find what she does. Then again, knowing Brittany the way she does already, it really shouldn't come as much of a surprise.

"That's it?"

Brittany laughs.

"What were you expecting princesca?"

Santana looks back up at Brittany in wonder.

"A little more than random license plates I suppose."

Brittany frowns at this.

"They aren't just random license plates!" She exclaims pulling the entire bag from Santana's grasp in such a way that it leaves the other woman staring surprised at the action. Brittany walks over to the workbench and makes a show of dumping the contents on top of the clean surface as Santana steps near to watch.

Indeed numerous license plates falls out of the bag with dull clinks but as Santana watches closely, she also notices strips of laminated paper, GPS chips, and wires connected to microscopic tags also adorn the table. Okay, now she's even more confused.

"So you paid Peyton two thousand dollars for a bunch of car things you could have easily gotten yourself for free?"

Brittany rolls her eyes again.

"These are specifically collected license plates and VIN numbers to wrecked cars. Do you what that means?" Brittany inquires and Santana merely shakes her head. Her crew was never one with dealing with that kind of stuff.

"It means that when we go out and steal the cars needed to fund our future plan and project, we will now have sets of items that can easily be used to alter the identity of the cars thus allowing us to flip them quickly without the fear of being arrested for the original boost."

Santana's still kind of drawing a blank, and Brittany seems to gather this.

"We take off the old pieces that identify the cars and put new ones on. Strip them, repaint them and we've got a whole new set of brand new cars that anyone buying would be the wiser of the fact they are actually buying a stolen car."

Oh, well when she explains it like that it makes more sense.

"Wow, Peyton does all this?" Santana asks, just the thought of that woman doing something so intelligent, and for Brittany no less, has a fire raging through her veins. She's not one to be outdone by any other woman who knows her way around a car, Brittany being the exception and even then, Santana at least knows where she can best Brittany.

"Not really, it's an operation my pops started a few years ago. Peyton's dad is actually the one who runs it, she just happens to be the gofer for the operation, and then there's the fact that we know each other a little more than just…ehm…informally so she kind of runs the stuff for me. It's easier that way."

Santana raises an eyebrow, her nostrils flaring under the weight of Brittany's last uttered words.

"I bet."

Brittany can feel the icy chill that sets over the garage at Santana's very quick chance in emotion. And here she was thinking she could avoid it, the whole bringing up her ex again. She knows that they both don't really like talking about it, but Brittany's having a hard time figuring out why Santana can't just come out and say what she really wants to say. Is she into Brittany or just the idea of it? It's really getting to be quite confusing.

"Listen," Brittany starts to say, figuring it's about time one of them cleared the air. She honestly doesn't think she can stand being around Santana and her insane sexiness anymore if the woman doesn't stop being so hot and cold. Sure love games are fun and all but eventually Brittany would like to get down to business a little, business between the sheets if you know what she means, and if Santana's not up for that, well then Brittany would like to be able to move on and find someone who might be. She takes a step towards Santana, aware of the fact that the other woman appears to be listening to her quite intently.

"I don't know your whole story, I don't know if I ever will but I'd like to maybe figure it out a little more. Despite the fact that I still think you're a little bit of a stuck up when it comes to certain things-"

"I'm stuck up?" Santana interrupts incredulously and quite obviously appalled that Brittany would ever even consider saying such a thing. Brittany fits her eyes on Santana in a burning blue blaze.

"Would you shut up for one second and listen woman?" Santana looks furious at the notion and opens her mouth to respond but Brittany cuts her off, effectively, in the best way she knows how as she takes a step towards her and wraps her arms around a tan waist.

Brittany doesn't give Santana a moment to object before she's pressing her lips against the plump kissable ones she's been dying to taste since the moment she saw them.

It's not anywhere near a real kiss, just a simple and very slight brush of lips against lips, and after an initial gasp from Santana she follows it up with a squirm and is soon pressing her hands against Brittany's shoulders to get the girl off of her only to be met with a mischief filled Cheshire like grin and sparkling blue eyes.

"You.." Santana stutters out, her eyes wide and still in shock. Brittany rolls her eyes.

"Yeah me, I was trying to get you to be quiet so that I could tell you that I find you insanely attractive and that I'd very much enjoy kissing you. But since that's out of the way, I'll tell you the other thing." Brittany starts to say, a smirk still pulling at her lips.

"You-I should," Santana tries again and Brittany merely chuckles, her hands draw back from the small of Santana's back and rest on her hips squeezing a little. That seems to draw Santana from her haze because she slaps Brittany's hands away from her body. "I should slap you." She says and Brittany takes a step back, she knows when she's verging on pushing too far.

"I'd prefer it if you didn't. I honestly just needed you to be quiet for a second." She says as matter of factlty as possible as if she were simply stating the day of the week. No big thing. Santana continues to gap in shock at Brittany's nonchalance. Doesn't she even realize what she just did? Santana's at loss for words, and surely it has nothing to do with the fact that when Brittany's lips touched hers there was a spark and feeling like she's ever felt before. But still, there's something about the whole sneak attack of it that kind of still throws Santana off kilter, she doesn't like being taken by surprise.

"You could have asked." She says, still furious.

"To kiss you?"

Santana huffs in frustration.

"To listen for a second."

Brittany scratches her head.

"I'm pretty sure I tried that."

"Well you could have tried harder instead of just kiss attacking me!" Santana exclaims and Brittany laughs out loud at that. She gets the feeling Santana isn't so much upset about the kiss as she is about the being taken off guard.

"Where's the fun in that?" Immediately recognizing her mistake when brown eyes, that she's sure hold a fire behind them, snap to her. Brittany swallows and a sheepish look covers her facial features.

"Okay, I'm sorry. Next time I'll ask harder."

Santana's eyes narrow further, she gnaws on the inside of her lip a little as she makes a serious effort to figure out just what she's going to say and do next. The moment doesn't exactly come for her.

"Hey Brittany. Oh hey," Quinn shouts as she floats into the garage and then notices that Santana is standing awfully close to her friend, "I'm sorry, am I interrupting something?" She asks as a sly grin tugs at the corner of her mouth. Santana's cheeks flush slightly and she turns her attention from Quinn, Brittany clears her throat.

"Nope. We were just talking car stuff." She replies to her friend trying her best to sound convincing and to anyone else she would have been, but this is Quinn 'Can Sniff Out a Lie From a Mile Away' Fabray, so she's shit out of luck in that aspect.

"Uh huh. Well, I just thought you should both know that Rory returned with the detailed list of cars and Mike and Joe are ready to go tonight if you are."

Brittany's head snaps up at this information, and she notices that Santana turns her head around as well.

"Yeah I think we should start right away," Brittany begins to say and glances towards Santana, she knows there's still that slight tension between them, and more things will undoubtedly need to be discussed but she can see the light shining in Santana's eyes that tells her she's ready to do some boosting too. Still she gives a little look to Santana to ask her opinion.

"I can get Puck and Cooper ready in five minutes."

Brittany smiles at that. Woman knows how to get down to business. She nods and turns back to Quinn.

"Tell Mike and Joe to meet outside the shop." Quinn nods and turns to exit the shop. When she's gone Brittany turns back to her tool area and reaches out to the left of the giant toolbox to grab her duffle bag that's filled with all of her little boosting tools. As she straightens up she turns to find Santana looking at her expectantly. Before Brittany can say anything, Santana is cocking her hip and speaking up.

"For the record, this isn't over. There's still a lot to discuss." Brittany tries not to groan, she's really starting to regret that brush of the lips. Maybe if she'd tried to talk in the first place there wouldn't be so much of an outlook of talk now. Brittany wants to kiss Santana and all, but she doesn't want to go through a million motions to do so. But then again, here she is finding herself nodding in Santana's direction. What the hell is wrong with her?

"For now though, let's go boost some cars."

They make it outside and find the rest of their respective crews waiting for them. Santana turns to Brittany.

"Want to have a little fun with this?" She inquires and it garners an intrigued rise of an eyebrow from Brittany.

"What'd you have in mind precious?"

Santana's eyes narrow at the pet name, Brittany chuckles inwardly to herself. She just loves getting a rise out of the woman.

"My crew brings back the most cars first and your crew has to be at our beck and call for an entire day."

Brittany is indeed intrigued.

"Okay and when my crew is the one who actually wins, then you and only you, have to be at my beck and call for the remainder of your stay here. And when I say beck and call I mean you have to do anything," Brittany starts to say before giving a once up and down of Santana, "Anything I ask."

Santana's eyes go into death glare at Brittany's challenge. She knows the woman's just doing it to gather an uproar, which she succeeds in as both crews let out a few 'ohhhs' and 'ahhhs'. Santana squares her shoulders, she's not afraid of a little challenge.

"Fine, but that's not going to happen."

"Whatever you say angel face." Brittany responds, already giddy at the notion. Her eyes are trained on Santana the whole trip to her Nissan, and when she reaches it, the smaller woman turns and gives a defiant glare in Brittany's direction.

"Make sure your high beams aren't too bright!" Brittany calls out in a last effort to throw the woman off. Hey, she likes to win.

And with that, they are off to their separate destinations. A playground city of sleeping cars ready and waiting to be awoken all at their fingertips.


Remember my vicariously living friends, leave the boosting and the working on cars to the professionals, that kind of shit can get dangerous! Thanks y'all.