*Chapter 8*: Pt. 2 – Date Night
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Original Writer: YoungTruthLP (Tumblr: Shinodafan94)
Co-Author: Mechawolfx
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June 20th, 2019
9:04 am
Burt's Garage
The next day, once everybody was assembled in the garage Letty called a sort of meeting. She was stood up with Mia by her side whilst Dani and Quinn were perched on some nearby crates, Brittany was lent up against the garage door, Santana standing near her, and Rachel and Tina stood together facing their crew leader.
"Ok guys, Marley is over at Kurt's getting a head start on the painting. In the mean time we have nothing to do until the car gets back here so I thought we could start work on Brittany's make-over"
Immediately Brittany stood up straight. "You can't"
"Why?"
"I need my car later tonight"
"What for?"
"Me and Santana's date"
"You're not driving?" The older Latina questioned, raising an eyebrow at Santana who just shrugged.
"She insisted, plus she's the one who asked me"
"Good point. Are you sure Britt? We can really get started on this now"
"How long will Santana's car be in paint?"
"Marley told me last night it would be about three to four days depending on how fast they work with no interruptions" Tina offered.
Letty made a face of understanding and turned back to Brittany. "Tell you what, we don't work on it today but first thing tomorrow we get it in here and strip it of its vinyl's. Is there anything else you want to do with it?"
Brittany thought carefully for a few seconds. "Matter of fact there is something..."
And that's how Santana found herself driving Burt's truck over to Holly's later that morning. Brittany had insisted that it was about time she upgrade some of her interior so with Rachel's expert help she had picked out a few things and ordered some parts, Blaine telling them that they were all in stock and he would keep them back for her. When asked who she wanted to take the blonde had immediately asked Santana and now they were on their way over to The Racer's Edge with a list of new stuff they had to pick up courtesy of Brittany's 15k win the other night against Mike.
Santana glanced over at the blonde. "So why did you ask me to come along on this trip?"
"I figured we could spend some time together"
"Ok..."
"Don't make it sound like I'm forcing you to come with me!"
"I'm not" Santana laughed. "It's just that you immediately picked me" Brittany shrugged. "I actually really like spending time with you"
"You're not just saying that to butter me up for our date tonight right?"
The blonde's face was plastered with mock offence before she reached over and shoved the Latina playfully. "Hey!" Santana laughed, quickly regaining control of the truck. "I could have crashed!"
"Oh please, like you're such a bad driver you wouldn't have got control of that in time"
"I may not have!"
Brittany rolled her eyes. "Maybe not but in answer to your question; no, I'm not buttering you up for our date. What kind of girl do you take me for?"
The Latina driver shrugged. "I don't know, but I think I'd might like to find out"
Brittany shook her head at the goofy smile plastered across Santana's face. "Just shut up and drive"
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When they arrived at Holly's shop they were both in high spirits, the joking and the banter on the way over putting them both in good moods, much to Holly's amusement making her even happier than she always seemed to be if that were even possible.
The blonde smiled as she watched the two girls walk in. "Hey chicas, you here to pick up the order from earlier?"
Brittany nodded. "Uh huh"
"Well, Blaine's out on a run right now but I'll bring the order up."
"Do you mind if we have a look at some stuff while we wait? It's just that I wanted pick some of it out in person"
"Of course, go ahead"
As Holly clicked away at the computer behind the counter Santana followed Brittany over to the racing seats.
"Why am I here again?" Santana asked, watching as the blonde street racer started perusing the various models of seats.
Brittany glanced back at the Latina and shrugged. "I kinda guessed that you were into rare and unusual parts."
"How so?" She replied, taking a step closer.
"When I saw you picking out parts for your Supra for after it's painted I kind of liked how you chose unusual parts, like how your seats are being custom made."
"So you want me to help pick out some stuff?"
Brittany nodded. "Exactly. I just thought you could help me fill in the blanks. I'm kind of clueless to some of these hardcore street racer parts that you need when you're a full time driver and crew member"
"Fine by me. Where do you want to start?"
"I was thinking seats"
Santana crossed her arms across her chest. "Obviously. Got a make in mind?"
"Yeah, I have Recaro seats so I kind of want to keep the tradition. The one's in my car aren't serious enough"
"Aren't serious enough?" The Latina chuckled.
"Ok, so you wanna keep the current theme; blue?"
"Kind of"
"Ok then, let's take a look"
10 minutes later and a stop by the harness section Brittany had chosen her new seats. She watched as Santana lent up against the counter. "You guys ready to pay for all this?"
"We just need to add some stuff to the list, then we can get out of your hair"
Holly tapped away for a few seconds before looking back up. "Fire away"
"Uh, can we have two of the black and blue Recaro SR-7 Lassic seats, this four point blue Sparco harness and these Sparco harness pads?"
/
On their way back Brittany glanced over at the Latina who was driving. It wasn't long before Santana noticed. "What's that smile for?"
"Nothing"
"Britt..."
"Ok, it's just that you really know your stuff"
"I've got to or else I wouldn't be so good"
Brittany rolled her eyes. "Still, you did a really good job helping me pick out stuff. I've never really been good at the details of these kinds of things as I've never-"
"Raced seriously"
"Yeah. It's cool though, I feel like I'm finally becoming a part of the crew"
Santana smiled. "Good."
Brittany never replied but they fell into a comfortable silence as Santana drove back to the garage, the back of the truck now full of Brittany's new purchases ready to install into her car. When they arrived back at the garage and hopped out of the truck, Mia walked over to them with her usual clipboard in hand.
"You guys got everything?"
"Yep, everything that Britt had on the list plus some other stuff including new seats"
"Ok well, get it unloaded and store it by the office so we can get to work on it tomorrow"
Santana nodded and caught sight of Quinn out of the corner of her eye. "Fabray, you wanna help with this stuff?!"
The blonde in question looked up from where she was playing on her phone and nodded. "Sure"
Once everything was in the place Mia had specified Letty called everybody around her. "Lunch at Shelby's, let's go. After you can do whatever the hell you want, you all have the rest of the day off!"
Santana stood in front of the small mirror inside her motel room adjusting her shirt. Pulled on over a black t-shirt was a navy blue button down, the Latina rolling up the sleeves to the elbows. A pair of black chino pants were accompanied by her good pair of Converses (i.e. not her work pair) and a hooded black leather jacket was resting on the bed.
Once she had finished doing up the last button, leaving one or two open at the top, she grabbed her jacket and slipped it on. Checking she had her keys and phone she locked up the room and headed downstairs to lean up against the hood of her Skyline as she waited for Brittany.
Luckily it wasn't very long before the blonde's familiar RX8 pulled into the motel parking lot, stopping beside Santana. The Latina took the initiative and got into the car, strapping herself into the harness of the passenger seat.
"Hi"
"Hey, you ready to go?"
Santana nodded. "Yep, go ahead and drive"
Santana smiled as they were led to a table, Brittany having booked everything in advance. Luckily, she had reserved a booth by the corner in front of the window, the view of Lima's distant city lights definitely something beautiful to see at night time whilst eating a meal there.
"Sorry I'm not wearing anything nicer. I don't really own the type of clothes you go out on dates in"
Brittany waved her hand in dismissal, smiling as she watched the Latina take off her hooded jacket. "It's ok. I don't go on a lot of dates either"
"You don't?"
"That surprises you?"
Santana shrugged. "Kind of, I mean a beautiful woman like you must get asked to go on a lot of dates"
"I admit other than Rory I do get a lot of people begging me to go on a date with them, but I haven't really liked any of them"
"Really?"
"Yeah, I was just waiting for the right one"
"I'm the exception huh?"
Brittany laughed. "I guess you are"
It was then that a waiter came over to take their orders, Santana ending up ordering three whole starter basket's worth of bread stick's before they'd even began their main meal.
"Wow, you must really like their bread sticks!"
Santana laughed. "More than you'll ever know. After being away so long I can't believe that I forgot I loved them so much. They're so addictive they're like drug's to me, I swear"
Brittany chuckled. "At least I know what to get when I need something from you"
Santana joined in laughing. "I guess so, although anything you ask you know I'll do it without wanting anything in return. You know that, right?"
"I do."
"Good. Oh, our food's here"
"So, what is your story Miss Santana Lopez?"
"You don't know already?"
Brittany shrugged, plucking a shrimp from her dish. "I don't know everything. Just bits that you've told the crew every now and again"
"Ok, you sure you want to know?"
"Hit me"
"Ok, so I grew up in Lima Heights Adjacent after my mother left when I was small so my grandmother raised me. I've been street racing since before I got my license. I realized I was gay when I was sixteen. I came out to my grandmother when I was nineteen, I got kicked out that night and I left the city that same evening. I haven't been back at all until a few weeks ago where I started racing again, I met your crew and you know the rest. Other than that my life is kind of boring"
"It's not, I think it's interesting. It makes you interesting"
Santana blushed. "I'm sure it doesn't"
Brittany reached across the table and took the Latina's free hand into her own, rubbing the tanned knuckles soothingly. "It does"
Santana smiled and pulled her hand away, immediately missing the warmth of the other woman's touch. "Any questions?"
"Um, I don't know if this is appropriate to ask on the first date but I was curious about your arm"
Santana immediately knew where this was leading. She knew it was bound to happen sooner or later and she was kind of glad that Brittany was the first and only person to have asked about it. Sure, in time the rest of the crew would eventually get too curious and ask her but right now she was glad it was Brittany that was doing the asking first. This wasn't something she told just anybody.
"What do you want to know about it?" She asked, her right hand consciously coming over to rub at it.
"How did it happen?"
"Um..."
"It's ok if you don't want to answer" Brittany reassured, placing another shrimp into her mouth.
"No, I will it's just that it's not something that I usually talk about with people. I normally just let them wonder about it." Moving her hand away from where it was covering the exposed skin she then held up the arm so that Brittany could see it properly.
"Oh my, ouch" She gasped, a hand coming up to cover her mouth. "How did you do it?"
Santana shrugged as she looked down at the large scar. "When I left Lima I was angry at my grandmother and there was this guy and we got into it, sort of like a rivalry. We fought behind the steering wheel but one day it just wasn't enough and let's just say it got physical. It was fine until he drew a knife on me and he caught my arm, intentionally dragging it in all directions to make it more painful. I managed to knock him out with a socket wrench before I passed out from blood loss. I was lucky, I nearly lost my arm all because a guy couldn't take that I was better than him behind the wheel."
Brittany let it sink in for a few moments before looking back at the Latina who was eating once more. "So it's ok?" "Yeah, it's fine. It throbs when I'm stressed and stuff but I'm okay if I don't overwork it"
"Thank you"
"For what?"
"Sharing that with me"
"It's ok. I'm pretty sure you or another member of the crew would have asked me some time or another. Not quite what I expected to be discussing on a first date but hey, anything's possible right?"
"I didn't ruin things?"
Santana shook her head, chuckling. "Of course not. Now it's your turn though"
"Really? My life sounds boring compared to yours"
"I'm sure it's not, tell me"
Brittany took a deep breath, chewing on another shrimp before starting. "Ok, I've lived here all my life. I have a little sister named Abby who's in her senior year at high school, I've been best friends with Rachel since I was in high school, I love to dance and when I was in my senior year I was told I'm some sort of math genius"
"Really?"
The blonde nodded. "Yeah, they wanted me to go to MIT in Boston but when they told me how far away it was by then I was driving and I was friends with the crew. Plus, I didn't want to leave my family behind so I decided to stay and get a job at Kitty's. I've been working and driving in my free time ever since. I can't believe we never met earlier"
"I can."
"How?"
"I grew up in Lima Heights Adjacent. That's not exactly the most popular place to hang out or race in. The race scene is much more shady and raw there, I grew up around all of that so I didn't really get out of it until I left the city. You and the rest of the crew were definitely on the complete opposite end of the street racing totem pole so I'm not surprised we haven't met before now, not that I'm complaining" She smirked.
Brittany rolled her eyes. "You have a good point but I'm glad we're here now"
Santana smiled softly as Brittany reached across the table and held her hand once more. "Me too"
XXX
Brittany laughed as Santana gripped the door handle tightly, the blonde sliding the car around a large bend at particularly high speed.
"When you said drift down the canyon back towards Lima I didn't know you meant at high speed with lots of traffic around!"
The blonde let out a loud chuckle as she threw the car back into another bend. "Lighten up Santana, it's fun!"
"Maybe if I was driving!"
Brittany shook her head as she spun around another corner. "I'll slow down if you let me take you somewhere"
"Fine by me"
5 minutes later and they were pulling into a small closed-in beach that overlooked the distant lights of Lima across the bay. Brittany pulled up onto the sand about half way before putting the car into park and unbuckling her harness.
"Come on"
Santana unclipped her passenger seat harness and got out of the car too, joining the blonde who was already sitting on the hood. Pulling up a leg and resting her right arm on top of it she glanced over at Brittany.
"Is this place special to you?"
"I come here to think sometimes. It's always quiet here so I like to think of it as my little place. Like this is my ocean"
Santana smiled. "Yeah?"
Brittany nodded as she looked at the Latina, then turning her gaze towards the sky. "And this is my sky and my stars"
When she turned her gaze away from said view and back down over at Santana things seemed to click into place. Their bodies started inching closer and closer until their faces were centimeters apart, the both of them feeling each other's warm breaths ghosting over their lips. Santana's eyes flicked up to Brittany's, the crystal blue shining brightly in the moonlight and it wasn't long before they closed the gap between them, their lips connecting together softly for the first time and both their eyes fluttering shut at the tender touch.
Brittany's hand came up to cup the Latina's jaw and as they continued to keep their lips connected, she felt Santana's free hand come to rest on her hip, allowing her to pull her closer. Santana's hand gripped tightly and unclenched again much like a cat, Brittany certainly not complaining at the kind of adorable action. An unknown power seemed to ripple through them both as they kissed for the first time, neither knowing exactly what it was that was pulling them towards each other like a set of extremely powerful magnets. Not that they cared. The two of them were much too enjoying it to even care, both getting lost in the feel of the other woman so close to them.
When the need for air finally became too much Brittany pulled away with a soft smile, letting her forehead up against Santana's with her hand never leaving her jaw.
"That was nice" Santana whispered; her eyes still closed.
"Mmm, definitely" The blonde replied, her thumb rubbing the Latina's jaw affectionately. "Can I do it again?"
Brittany chuckled, opening her eyes and looking straight into Santana's chocolate colored ones. "Of course."
Santana wasted no time in leaning forward, capturing the blonde's lips once more with her own but this time with a little more fervor than before. Brittany certainly had no complaints. In fact, she matched the Latina's growing passion with her own, using her hand to push her down by the shoulder and completely onto the hood of her car.
Santana groaned as her shoulder met the large contours of the custom hood design, Brittany pulling away slightly to check if she was alright.
"Are you ok?"
"Yeah, hold on" Brittany watched as the other street racer repositioned herself on the hood so that it was a little more comfortable. "Ok"
Brittany wasted no time in diving back in, connecting their lips together once more and enjoying how it felt to finally kiss Santana. Ever since she had seen her for the first time there had been something about her that she had found mysterious and the more she had gotten to know her the more she found herself wanting to kiss her. Santana intrigued her, she had lived a hard life of street racing and rejection, but it only made Brittany want her more. There was something about her that she couldn't put her finger on and right now she didn't much care, she was too caught up in the feeling of her lips upon her own that she couldn't get one coherent thought to form. Instead she let Santana pull her in closer by the hip, so she was half on top of her and continued to kiss her like nothing else on the planet mattered but them.
