Title: It's a Game of Give and Take
By: Mykindofparty
Summary: A professional motocross driver named Brittany Pierce arrives in Lima for a competition. She meets a beautiful doctor named Santana Lopez. What happens when Brittany, the girl who has everything, wants a seemingly uninterested Santana?
Pairing: Brittany/Santana, others are TBD
Rating: T for now
Disclaimer: If I owned Glee, I wouldn't be writing about it on here. Title taken from You Can't Hurry Love by Diana Ross and The Supremes.
A/N: I haven't given up on this story… it's just been on hiatus for a very, very long time. Kind of like most of my other stories! Okay, that's probably not very funny to all you DuMi LiBra fans. Thanks to Skillz for looking over it.


"Each and every time I turn around leave, I feel my heart begin to burst and bleed."
Adele, Melt My Heart to Stone

"You called Finn?" Brittany repeated. "Why?"

Quinn sighed. "Because we'd hung out a few times. He liked me; it was pretty obvious. I didn't have anyone else to turn to. My parents probably would've sold my baby on the black market or something."

"So what – you told Finn it was his and he took it for the truth?" Brittany asked. This was all so confusing. It was too much information for her to take in at once.

"No. With Kurt's help he was able to deduce that it was, in fact, not his child. I was scared. Being pregnant meant I'd have to give up motocross; temporarily, at least. I told my parents I was leaving and they didn't stop me. Writing that letter to you was the last thing I did before I got on a Greyhound bound for Lima."

"And when you got there he kept you captive all this time," Brittany said, jumping to the first conclusion she could think of.

"No," Quinn said with a sad smile. "The Hummel-Hudsons were good to me. Carole treated me like I was her own daughter and she was like the mother I always wanted. She took me to all of my ultrasound appointments. Burt cleared out a room for me in his house. They all knew that I didn't love Finn and they weren't going to force me to be with him, as much as he wanted to be with me. As a motocross racer, Kurt was struggling. In exchange for letting me live there until I could stand on my own two feet, I offered to help coach him. That stubborn little prick had talent, but no hard work to back it up."

"What about your baby?"

"Beth? She's the happiest little girl on the planet. After giving birth, I got back into riding. Slowly, at first, but you know how riding is. It's easy to jump back into," Quinn recalled. "Kurt still hadn't made a name for himself on the pro circuit despite my coaching and Burt was getting a little fed up. He wanted to know if Kurt's heart was in it. He didn't want to waste his money on something that his son no longer liked."

"Kurt was burned out."

Quinn nodded. "Yeah, but he also wanted to be famous so we made a deal. I'd ride in his place until he made it to the top of the leaderboard. Then he'd write me a check so that Beth and I could finally move out and be on our own."

Brittany blinked. Her head was starting to feel fuzzy. "You rode for Kurt? How?"

"It was easier than you'd think. With all of the padding and shoulder protection I could look at least a little bulkier. I mean, Kurt's not exactly buff, but he has a tiny bit of meat on his bones. As for the height difference, no one notices how tall a rider is when he's hunched over a bike going sixty miles an hour."

"What did Finn think of all this?"

"Finn didn't know about my side of the deal. He just thought I was doing Kurt a favor."

Brittany thought about that for a moment. She felt betrayed that Quinn had been right under her nose the whole time. Then all of a sudden it hit her. Quinn was protecting her, which meant she was in trouble… and if Finn and Kurt went after her family, she didn't know what she'd do.

"We have to get to the hospital," Brittany said to her old friend.

"I can't," Quinn panicked. "If Kurt sees me, he'll know I told you about our arrangement."

Brittany slammed her fist on the picnic table in frustration. "Quinn! You were my best friend once and I'd still do anything for you. So do this for me. Please."

Quinn took a deep breath. "Okay."

Back at Lima Memorial, Santana's plan was already in motion. "Kurt Hummel," she called, leaning against the wall.

"Santana Lopez," Kurt replied. "What are you doing here?"

She kept her cool, although his pasty face only brought back memories of high school that she'd rather forget. "I work here. Freaky science genius, remember?"

"You're right about the freak part," he sneered.

"Mind if we talk?" she asked, taking a menacing step forward. "After all, I'm part of the reason you're famous, am I not? If I remember correctly, I'm the girl who supposedly bullied you in high school for being gay."

At first Kurt looked like he might turn her down, but he must've reconsidered. "Fine," he agreed. "Let's go someplace a little quieter."

That was exactly what Santana was counting on. "Follow me." She led Kurt to another waiting room that was much more private.

Or so he thought.

But Santana knew better.

Rachel sat by Jesse's bedside. There was no telling how long he'd be in a coma. She wasn't sure if she could handle the devastation of being a motocross wife, even if he'd only proposed in her head.

"Wake up," she whispered, squeezing his hand gently. Her phone buzzed with a text from Santana.

As much as it pained Rachel to leave, she knew she had to help her friend.

She placed a kiss on Jesse's forehead. "I'll be back soon," she promised.

Jacob Ben Israel checked all of his camera equipment one last time and watched Santana and Kurt through the mirrored glass as they sat down in the waiting room. They couldn't see him, which he secretly found thrilling.

He adjusted the sound. So far he could hear everything thanks to Santana's mic, hidden beneath her white lab coat. The best part was when he got to help her tuck it into her waistband. She also had an earpiece which he could use to talk to her, shielded by her dark hair. As long as she didn't tuck it behind her ear, Kurt would never know.

If everything went according to plan, he was going to have the inside scoop that could potentially launch his career and Santana Lopez was going to owe him a favor.

He was killing two birds with one stone and if there was one thing he knew, it was killing birds.

There was no room for error.

With the way Brittany drove, it didn't take long to get back to the hospital. Unfortunately, her mother was waiting for her.

"Where were you?" Sara roared. "I've been worried sick! First Artie, who's like a son to me, has to undergo surgery, and then my own daughter disappears!" She stopped lecturing for a moment to gaze at the girl standing next to Brittany. "Quinnie?"

"Hi," Quinn said back.

"Mom, listen carefully. You and Daddy need to stay away from Finn and Kurt."

"But they're such nice boys, Brittany. I never understood why you didn't like them."

"Please," Brittany begged for the second time that night. "Trust me."

"You got it, kiddo," Walter said, placing an arm around his wife's shoulder.

"Brittany!" Rachel called, suddenly appearing down the hall. "I've been looking for you everywhere. Follow me."

"So what did you want to talk to me about?" Kurt asked disinterestedly.

"Let's start with the conversation I overheard between you and Finn in the hallway," Santana suggested.

"You're going to have to be more specific," he said, his face expressionless.

"Fair enough. It was earlier this evening and you two were arguing," she described. "Ringing any bells?"

"We argue a lot. You know as well as I do that Finn's an idiot."

"This is pure gold," Jacob muttered in her ear.

"Yeah," Santana agreed with Kurt, "but you're pretty dumb yourself. You see, from what I remember from that conversation, you numbskulls are responsible for tonight's collision between Jesse and…" She struggled to think of the other name. Crap. What was it again? "Artie."

This time Kurt flinched, causing Santana to grin.

"That's it. Provoke the shit out of him."

"I wasn't there, but I'm pretty sure no one forced them to race," Kurt claimed. "They did that on their own."

"Why now? Haven't they been in competition for a while?" Santana questioned.

Kurt rolled his eyes. "What do most straight men argue about? Women. God, even I know that," he said, before adding offhandedly, "I think they both have a thing for one of the female riders, Brittany."

Santana swallowed the bile trying to make its way up her throat. "You tampered with her bike."

"I never touched it."

"Then Finn did it."

Kurt stood up. "That I won't deny," he called over his shoulder before exiting the waiting room, leaving Santana fuming.

"Wait! Come back here!" she yelled after him. She needed him to confess, but it was too late, he was gone, and this whole thing was pointless. "Fuck."

All of the pent up anger deep inside her was finally surfacing and since she was never good with emotions, she punched a hole in the drywall instead. "Fuck," she repeated with a grimace.