*Chapter 2*: Pt 2 - Drafted

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Original Writer: YoungTruthLP (Tumblr: Shinodafan94)

Co-Author: Mechawolfx

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This story full rights belong to the credited people above, I just wanted to put a few edits (points of view, change some time stamps) to this story so I myself and maybe others could enjoy it a bit differently with a better understanding of what is happening. If you want the original story, please check out YoungTruthLP's version.

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May 17th, 2019

4:23pm

Motel

Santana spent a week working on the car. She made sure everything was in good working order, leaving the body and paint alone until she made enough money to upgrade. In the meantime, she was staying in a local motel like she previously planned to do before she had gotten into this mess.

She was thrown into an undercover operation with no experience and knowledge of exactly what she was supposed to be doing. She had only come back to visit her grandmother who had called, telling her that she wanted to see her and was willing to accept Santana for who she was. The reason being that they were all the family they had left, except for her mother who neither had any idea where she was currently. Not that she really cared. She never got a chance to really know her anyway, her mother left before she was old enough to remember.

This city always seemed to cause trouble for Santana. She had done things she wasn't proud of and it was another reason why she left. The city was choking the life out of her and she needed to get out and experience the world for herself without the baggage of her past weighing on her shoulders. Everything else reminding her of why she was so depressed all the time.

Now all she knew was that she had a chance to change her past, at the expense of her car and most of her free will. If there was one thing Santana had learnt from undercover operations on TV, it was that she was told what to do and where to go while reporting back to Cassandra regularly.

When she left town seven years ago, Puck was just a local everyday street racer that was bottom of the barely worthy. Now she guessed that he had made his way up the local racing totem pole and was now on top. If so, she hated to think what he was doing to be the most wanted. Santana just knew that she had to take him out, and if she had to face him, then so be it.

She was broken out of her thoughts when her cell phone starting ringing beside her. She grabbed it and slid her finger across the screen to answer. "Hello?"

"Santana, it's Cassandra. I have good information for you."

"Ok, what is it?"

"There's a race tomorrow at 9pm and it's downtown. It's for local street racers looking to make a name for themselves, just like you. This is the best chance for you to get spotted. Sometimes local crew leaders appear from time to time to look out for new talent. You win that race and we got our in."

"Ok, text me the location."

"I will. Is your car in order?"

"Yeah, I guess so. It's as good as it's going to get and if this race is for low level drivers, I'm not going to have a problem."

"Glad to hear it. I will text you the location, good bye."

"Bye" Santana shook her head as she ended the call, she was in deep now.

Music thumped loudly through large trunk speakers as Santana pulled up at the location of the race. They were meeting in a back alley downtown and then driving to the race start line. She reversed into an empty space and hopped out, walking around her car to rest up against the hood. The Supra looked as good as it was going to get before she made some cash, she just hoped that nobody recognized it before she had a chance to change the styling. The last thing she needed were people asking questions about where she got so and so's car.

Her foot tapped against the ground unconsciously to a nearby beat as she scanned the crowd for Puck, who Cassandra had sent a picture of with the race location. A distinctive, barely-there, haircut and scruffy short facial hair was what she was looking for but hadn't found yet. Santana hoped she could get a look at him before the race started, that was if he even decided to show up at all.

She was broken out of her thoughts by a tap on the shoulder and a pre-offered hand. "Hi, I'm Blaine"

"Uh, hi?" She replied back awkwardly, shaking his hand.

"Are you new here?"

"Uh, yeah. I'm Santana. I just got into town a week ago."

"Are you looking to race tonight?" He asked, smiling at her.

"That's the plan." Santana replied, still confused.

"Nice car."

Santana glanced down at the car she was half sitting-half leaning on. "Thanks."

"Letty and her crew should be here in a few minutes, they're holding the race winnings tonight."

"Cool. Umm, do you know if Puck's gonna be here tonight?"

"Puck? Yeah. We're lucky that both crews are coming tonight. Sometimes it's either one crew or the other, or neither show up. I guess that's lucky for you, huh?"

"I guess so."

"Ok well I'm going to go see what my boyfriend is up to, but I will be watching out for you in the race."

She nodded and watched him walk away towards a skinny brunette man, who looked like he just stepped out of a fashion magazine. Shaking her head, Santana went back to scanning the crowd before she heard the crowd start clapping their hands together.

"Oh shit, Letty's here!" someone shouted.

Everybody's gazes seemed to drift towards the oncoming group of cars that were pulling up. Led by a matte black Plymouth Hemi Cuda followed by a black and yellow Nissan Skyline, a black Ford GT, and a Nissan 350Z that was similar to the one Santana had spent years building up from scratch, except this one was raven black.

The Plymouth stopped in the middle of the large alleyway and a Latina with black hair and tanned skin stepped out and a petite brunette exiting the passenger side. At that moment Cassandra started providing commentary on who was who through the earpiece, the camera hidden in the pocket of the blue plaid shirt Santana was wearing giving her visuals of everything.

"Letty Ortiz, leader of one of the local crews. Not as violent as Puck, but you don't want to cross her in a race. She's our best bet of joining a rival crew so impress her and you might just be in her good books. Her passenger; her girlfriend Mia Toretto. She handles the crew's day-to-day operations but isn't a serious driver. Don't cross her or you'll have to answer to Letty."

Santana then watched as two blondes exited the Ford GT, Cassandra continuing.

"The driver is Dani Harper. Has a lazy, laid back attitude and acts as if she doesn't care but from what I've heard she's your go-to woman if you need hard course tackling. Her passenger is Brittany S. Pierce. She's not an official member of Letty's crew but she drives every now and then with them for fun. She's not crucial to their operation but the crew keep her close."

Santana's gaze drifted to Brittany and she could swear that her heart skipped a beat. For a few moments it seemed as if the entire world slowed down and was blocked out. The way that Brittany's hair fell over her shoulders in waves along with her a bubbly smile with the added bonus of standing next to an exotic car was enough to make the Latina go weak in the knees. Her eyes fit perfectly on her face and from what she could just make out they were crystal blue. In Cassandra's books she wasn't anything to take note of, but Santana begged to differ. Before she could ponder on the mysterious blonde any longer, Cassandra was yelling at her through the earpiece.

"Santana!"

"Sorry, what?"

"Turn your attention to the two women exiting the Skyline." Santana did as she was told as she tried to focus back on what Cassandra was talking about. Another blonde exited the vehicle along with a small brunette. "The blonde is Quinn Fabray, the local body kit expert and quiet personality. One of Letty's most trusted crew members and has been with the crew since it formed. Definitely a person to watch. Her passenger is Rachel Berry, Letty's adoptive sister and another long-standing crew member. You don't want to cross her either unless you want to deal with Letty. Now turn your attentions to black Nissan." Santana panned the camera over to the last car. The last to get out was a short Asian woman and a slightly taller but skinny brunette.

"The driver is Tina Cohen-Chang, serious racer and one of the best scouts in the city. Highly trusted by Letty and has been a part of the crew since the start like Quinn. She's been racing since before she got her license, much like her girlfriend, Marley Rose, who is Tina's passenger. Known to have a little bit of a cocky attitude when racing she lives up to it. For now, that's all you need to know about Letty's crew."

Santana watched as the crowd seemed to gather around them, a loud roar of engines alerted everyone to the arrival of what seemed to be another crew. She stood up from the hood of her car and stepped in closer to watch as a black Dodge Charger RT pulled up to the opposite end of the alleyway.

It was followed by a yellow Aston Martin DB9, a yellow Chevrolet Corvette ZO6, a money green Ford Mustang GT and a charcoal grey Shelby GT500. When Puck stepped out of the Charger Santana knew that things were about to get interesting.

"There's your mark, Noah Puckerman, the guy behind him in the Corvette is his second-in-command, Brody Weston. A known player, he's a somebody trying very hard to be a someone. He is one to watch and when you cross his path be aware, he is not afraid to trade paint to get ahead, much like Puck. The person stepping out of the green Ford Mustang is Rory Flanagan. The lowest member of Puck's crew, he tries hard to be known but hasn't yet found a way to do so. He also has an obsession with Brittany from Letty's crew. Otherwise not a serious racer, which means he's not really anything important worry about as we get deeper.

"The yellow DB9 is driven by local rich boy Sam Evans. With a selfish attitude, he's one to watch when we focus on taking out Puck's crew. His passenger is girlfriend Mercedes Jones. Spoiled like her boyfriend, she has it out for Letty's crew and hates whenever she's beaten. It adds to the short temper she seems to have when it comes to anything, especially driving. The last person, who is stepping out of the Shelby is Jake Puckerman, Puck's younger half-brother. He's quiet but he's one to watch out for." Cassandra took a breath and thought for moment if there was anything else she wanted to add before saying: "That's all for now, focus on Puck's interactions with Letty." And the earpiece went quiet.

"Let's get this shit started!" Puck yelled, rallying the crowd.

Letty shook her head. "Save it Puckerman. Let's get down to business" The man just smirked in response as he walked up to Letty and her crew, his own crew following behind him. "Ok, so now that we're all here can I see all the drivers? Six car limit."

Santana stepped up to the two crews along with other drivers and waited for instructions. "So, you all know how this goes. You hand over your pink slips and whoever wins gets a choice from the losers. You also get a 15k bank if you win. Who's in?"

Santana raised her hand along with several others. When Letty confirmed the six drivers, she held up a few rolls of money.

"My girlfriend Mia will be holding the winnings and my girl Quinn here, she will place a camera on the dashboard of your car's so we can all watch. I'll be waiting at the finish line and the six of you will have the race coordinates downloaded to your GPS. Ya'll ready?" With a round of nods Letty smiled. "Then let's get ready to race. Quinn will come around and give you a camera in exchange for your pink slips. On my word we move out."

Walking back to her car, Santana waited patiently for her turn until the blonde who had stepped out of the yellow skyline walked over to her, a camera in hand. "Here, pink slip."

Santana did as she was told and pulled out the pink slip for the Supra from her back pocket. She handed it to Quinn who handed it to the brunette known as Rachel. Santana watched as she took it over to Letty who examined it, the other Latina looking up and over at her before looking back at the documents. A few moments later Quinn was done.

"There, the camera is installed, and the GPS coordinates have been put in. I'll see you at the finish line."

Santana nodded and watched as the blonde moved onto the final racer. All she had to do now was wait for Letty's command. It wasn't long before she signaled everybody to move out and Santana slid into her car, strapping herself into the race harness and firing it up. She pulled out and made her way to the race start.

20 Minutes later and she had lined herself up with the other cars all the way on the end, watching as two scantily clad girls marked out the start line with red spray paint. Taking this time to prepare herself she made sure her iPod was connected to the basic stereo system and started pumping music throughout the car. She gripped the steering wheel tightly and waited for the start of the race.

A knock on her window brought her out of her thoughts. When she rolled it down, she was confronted by another barely dressed race girl, a red-head who had no problems showing off her cleavage.

"Hey baby." She purred.

Santana tried hard not to roll her eyes at the girl. "Hi. Can I help you?"

"Maybe you can." She purred back, resting her arms on the window and making sure to give Santana ample view of her cleavage.

"I don't think so."

"Are you not into girls?"

Santana sighed. "I only sleep with women, but I'm not down for one-night stands with race girls any more. No me gustan las cabezas rojas de todos modos."

Before the red-head could react, Santana had already started rolling up her window. She'd had her fair share of one-night stands with race girls, but it had grown old and now she didn't much care for it. She only really did it when she needed a release from her crazy life. She was better off on her own and for now, that was good enough for her.

"Ok, we're good to go!" Blaine said through his walkie talkie. "The cops are responding to a liquor store robbery on the other side of town so we're clear."

"Good, start the race" Letty replied. Blaine responded with and 'ok' and he stepped into the middle of the group of racers whilst pulling a white bandanna from the back of his jeans.

He glanced over at Santana first and nodded, the Latina replying by nodding along with a rev of her engine. The process was repeated by the five remaining racers and seconds later the flag was dropped, the group rushing off the start line to the crowd cheering.

The other cars pulled ahead in the initial rush but the first turn was a hairpin. Santana braked into the turn and kept her car tight to the bend, speeding up as she came out and gaining first place. She smiled as she shifted up a gear and easily handled the next corner which was a wide turn. She shifted up another gear as she pulled even further ahead, managing to dodge any oncoming traffic. She weaved in and out of vehicles coming from both directions and sped into a tunnel that lead to another district of the city, her GPS guiding her the entire way. She was then thrown into what seemed to be Chinatown. People watched through her dashboard camera as she braked into a 90 degree right turn and sped out, only managing to just dodge an oncoming bus.

The bus driver pressed down on the horn as Santana watched the vehicle disappear in her rear view mirror. Moments later, as she easily sped around a wide half circle turn, she saw one of the other racers, a blue Skyline, pull up dangerously close behind her. It sped up and matched her speed, staying next to her as they pulled around another hairpin turn. It wasn't until an oncoming minivan forced her to harshly swerve to the left, throwing her into a side alley which took her up higher than the main road. She watched as the Skyline pulled ahead of her and she knew she had to get back down onto the road if she was going to win.

"GPS Re-routing. Take the next left available."

Santana ignored the annoying piece of equipment as she saw a construction site up ahead. Watching the Skyline dodge traffic ahead of her she knew timing had to be everything. Up ahead, the short-cut took a harsh left along with the route below and she watched the skyline handle it perfectly before taking off ahead once more. Seeing the construction site getting closer and closer she sped up. With another gear shift her time had run out and she turned the car harshly to the right, causing her to fly out and back onto the road.

The people watching the race through the dashboard cameras of both cars watched as Santana's Supra flew out over the top of the blue Skyline and back onto the road. Sparks flew as her front bumper connected with the tarmac, but Santana managed to keep it in a semi-drift state as she regained control, the car sliding around the 90 degree right turn up ahead. The driver in the Skyline yelled in frustration as Santana seemingly started to pull away once more, the crowd watching and cheering at the heroic driving move she had just managed to pull off.

"Wooooo! Yes!" Santana cheered as she handled another right turn.

She quickly advanced to another left hand 90 degree turn which led to a straight stretch through a darkened tunnel that would take her to the next district. She handled the circular turn at a slower speed, maintaining control as she then turned left onto the main road according to her GPS.

She handled the next few turns with ease as she progressed into the heart of the casino district. The other racers were hot in her tail as they weaved through various traffic in the way. When Santana glanced at the GPS screen next to her she knew they were coming up on the last leg of the race.

The blue Skyline came up next to her as they handled the last major turn and it barely pulled ahead of her before pressing the Nos button and increasing its speed.

"Take one right turn before you reach your destination."

When she glanced at the screen of her GPS again, Santana knew it was now or never and if she didn't win she would blow one of her only chances to get in good with the local crew leaders and she was damned if she let that blue Skyline win.

They were coming up on the final turn and just as she was about to speed through it, she saw the Skyline dodge an oncoming pick-up truck. In a split second she used her most valuable trick. The crowd up ahead watched on their screens and the road as Santana used the momentum of the turn to drift around until she was facing the way she had just come.

As she quickly slammed her car into reverse, Santana smiled at how easily her Supra had slid into its current position. Oh yes, she was definitely glad she had picked this car. The crowd's jaws all dropped as she sped in reverse towards the quickly approaching finish line. Just as the driver in the Skyline thought they was going to win Santana pressed her own Nos button, the gas igniting and propelling her across the red spray-painted line first, marking the end of the race.

As soon as her rear bumper crossed the line people had started cheering and she hit the brakes, using the steering wheel to spin the car around so that it was facing the right way and coming to a complete stop. That was when the entire crowd started surrounding her car as the smoke from her stop started clearing.

The people closest to her started shaking her hand and congratulating her excitedly. They soon moved to the side as Letty approached, her crew following behind.

"Good race. Nice move at the end there." Letty smiled, offering her hand to the younger Latina. Santana smiled back, shaking the offered hand.

"Thanks."

Letty never took her eyes of Santana as she called behind her. "Mia! The race winnings."

Mia smiled as she walked up to them and stood next to her girlfriend, grinning as she handed over the winnings to Santana. "15k, nice race."

"Thank you."

"Now you have the choice of pink slips." Letty said, holding up the mentioned items. Santana briefly considered taking the Skyline but decided against it, shaking her head.

"No thanks, I'd rather just take the cash." She replied as she took the camera off her dashboard and handed it to the crew leader.

"You sure about that?" Letty asked.

Santana nodded. "Yep. I think I'm gonna keep this car." She smiled, tapping the roof of the Supra.

"Ok then. Good job tonight. Keep making an impression on me and I might just invite you to race with us. That cool with you?"

"Yeah, thanks again."

"Hey, nice race." Puck smirked as he walked over. Letty rolled her eyes.

"Save it Puckerman."

"Why? She's not part of a crew, yet." He grinned, turning to Santana. "I've got my eye on you. Cool move at the end there."

"Thanks." Santana smiled awkwardly as Puck sloppily saluted her with a smirk on his face then turning around and walking away.

"See you later Ortiz." Puck shout over his shoulder.

Letty once again rolled her eyes, this time at the use of her second name and turned to Santana once more. "Do me a favor, don't let him get to you. He's an asshole."

"Noted."

"Good. Let's move out before the cops arrive. See you around Santana"

"Yeah, see you around."

Santana slid back into her car and placed the money in her glove compartment before starting it up and driving off. It was then that Cassandra spoke through her earpiece.

"Nice work, that was quite the début race. Now we got in and you've impressed Letty. Keep working on getting close to her and you'll be in the perfect position to start taking down Puck and his crew. I'll let you know when the next race is but, in the meantime, use that money to start improving your car. You'll need the upgrades if you're going to make your way up the racing totem pole. Good luck Santana."

Car's in order of appearance:

Santana = 2010 Toyota Supra, Mint Green

Letty = 1971 Plymouth Hemi Cuda, Matte Black

Quinn = 2012 Nissan Skyline, Black and Yellow

Dani = 2009 Ford GT, Metallic Black with White Stripes

Tina = 2015 Nissan Nismo 350Z, Pearlescent Black

Puck = 2015 Dodge Charger RT

Sam = 2016 Aston Martin DB9, Yellow

Brody = 2011 Chevrolet Corvette ZO6, Yellow

Rory = 2013 Ford Mustang GT, Money Green

Jake = 2011 Ford Shelby GT500, Charcoal Grey

Spanish References:

No me gustan las cabezas rojas de todos modos = I don't like red heads anyway