*Chapter 4*: Pt. 1 - A Way In

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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.

Like I said before and will continue saying THIS IS NOT MY STORY, JUST MY EDITED VERSION OF IT.

May 31st, 2019

1:00 pm

Street Race

Santana was just adjusting the wires of her stereo, having cleaned the dust out of it, when her phone alerted her that it was time to race. She finished up putting the stereo back and put everything away, making sure it worked before pulling out of the garage and locking it up. She then slipped back into the Supra and pulled onto the road in the direction of the race start.

When she arrived on the highway she travelled for about a minute before seeing Blaine's Porsche parked behind Quinn's Skyline. She pulled up behind it and it wasn't long before her opponent had pulled up behind her. Staying in her car she watched as Blaine got out and walked over to her as she lowered the window.

"Hey Blaine"

"Hey Santana. You ready?"

"Yeah, as ready as I'll ever be"

"Good. Take this radio and I'll let you know instructions on what to do before the race is going to begin. Quinn will bring over the dashboard camera. Can I have your pink slip?"

Santana nodded and leaned over to her glove box. She retrieved the required piece of paper and then handed it over to Blaine.

"Thanks. Quinn will be here in a sec to put the camera in. Good luck Santana."

"Thanks Blaine."

He then stepped away and walked over to the car parked behind her. Quinn then opened her passenger side door and slipped in. "Hey."

"Hi"

"You ever done a race like this before?" Quinn asked.

"Yeah, but it wasn't this formal. We just went for it. I like this though."

"Good. Just know that the crews are waiting nearby. There aren't as many people watching but this race is important, both Letty and Puck are watching. There, all set up. Now, listen to the radio Blaine gave you and Kurt is waiting at the finish line with Mia for you guys. Good luck Santana."

"Thanks"

Quinn shot her a small smile before exiting the car and shutting the door behind her. Santana just breathed in deeply as she waited for Blaine's go ahead to start driving. A few minutes later she watched as Quinn hopped into her Skyline, Blaine walking past and sending her a thumbs up.

Once he was in his car, Quinn pulled out and he followed, the Santana and the other racer doing the same. They followed behind them along the highway for about a mile, Santana's nervousness nearly getting the better of her. She had done highway races before, but she hated the fact that this race was in broad daylight. The cops could easily spot you at this time of the day and the risk of being caught made the race that much more intense. Looking ahead she watched Blaine and Quinn separate to either side of the road and Blaine's voice filled the radio.

"Go!"

The racers wasted no time shifting up gears, shooting off into the distance as Quinn and Blaine turned around to head to where Letty and the others were waiting. Meanwhile Santana saw a noticeable difference in the performance of the Skyline, the newly modified car pulling ahead slightly.

They raced around a wide bend before they were put on a straight away. When Santana pushed down the pedal, not only her, but the people watching could see that she had the better car. She had just nosed in front of her opponent when they were forced to swerve to either side of a large flatbed truck carrying multiple logs as its cargo.

The truck sounded it's horn loudly as the two racers sped by and continued weaving through traffic. As they continued to move at a rapid pace it wasn't long before they heard police sirens and saw flashing lights in their rear-view mirrors.

Looks like highway patrol had finally caught the message.

Although the fear of getting caught was very real, Santana smirked knowing that not very long ago she had gone up against these guys and won. The only true casualties being a police van and her tires, and she only lost because she hit a set of spike strips. This time was similar, the only difference being that she was in a race and in a different car than the one before.

Knowing she had experience in this type of situation she used that to her advantage as she dodged an oncoming car, the police car behind her swerving and regaining his control at the last minute. Smiling she pushed on ahead and caught up with her opponent who had managed to pull in front of her a little. She was just about to overtake him when she felt her car lurch forward. Looking back in her rear-view mirror, Santana just caught sight of a police car before it rammed her up the back again, the Latina trying her hardest to keep control as she was lurched forward once more.

Thankful for her race harness, she tried to remain calm as the police cruiser gained on her once again, this time positioning itself for a pit maneuver. But before it could perform its desired action, she swerved her car sharply to the right at the last minute, her timing being everything. She watched as the cruiser swerved violently to the left to avoid traffic and remain in control only to fail, its front bumper clipping the central reserves and throwing it up into the air.

The car flew several feet as the momentum of its speed carried it before gravity took hold and pulled it onto the ground, the vehicle and it's passenger being rolled about six times before skidding to a stop and holding up traffic.

Santana took a few moments to enjoy her successful cop take down before focusing back on the race, the dreaded blue Skyline much further ahead than she realized. Even with this setback she pressed down on the pedal as hard as she could to try and catch up time. Oncoming traffic zoomed past her as she dodged, some sounding their horns in frustration as the racer caused trouble for not only them but anybody in their way as the cops continued to chase them.

The crew and anyone who was watching from the dashboard camera's saw Santana pull up next to the Skyline as they entered a tunnel. The other driver glanced over at the Latina in confusion, Santana just smirking as she inched ahead once more. Knowing that the two cars were essentially matched performance wise, she knew that only one thing would set them apart would be who was actually better at driving. She pressed on both of the Nos buttons on her steering wheel and sped ahead, the crowd cheering at their screens as they watched the clear favorite take the lead.

Santana smiled as her car was thrown ahead of her opponent. Careful to maintain her focus as she was assaulted by oncoming traffic. Glancing down at the GPS next to her she could see that she didn't have long until the finish line so keeping the pedal as far down to the floor as she could she pushed ahead.

It wasn't until the last leg of the race when another highway patrol car joined the pursuit, both racers having thought they had shaken the cops further back down the highway. She knew she had to finish the race, so Santana ignored it until the cop managed to clip the back bumper sending her spinning. Everybody watching held their breath as the cop pulled a successful pit maneuver on her car. Some gasped as she spun but inside the car, the Latina was still keeping control.

Mia and Kurt watched from a distance as she used it to her advantage, Santana pulling hard on the handbrake and drifting a little bit as her tires burnt rubber along the highway. The Latina glanced up and saw how far away she was from the finish line and then glanced to her left to see the Skyline and cop car approaching her at an alarmingly fast rate.

Those few seconds seemed to blur as Santana used all the skill she had to keep control of her car, her heart beating loudly in her ears as her blood pumped through her veins rapidly in a rush of pure adrenaline. Pressing down on the accelerator she used the handbrake to spin the car until it was facing backwards, the Skyline now a few feet away from her.

The crowd held their breath as they watched through their devices as she hit down hard on both Nos buttons on her steering wheel, propelling the car backwards faster as she hit reverse. Mia and Kurt watched as closely as they could as to anybody else it looked like the two racers crossed the line at the same time.

Santana then used her momentum as the Skyline pulled away to throw her car into a 90-degree angle to the left so she was blocking the center of the highway. She held her breath as the police cruiser neared and just as it was about to slam into the right side of her she pressed down on the accelerator and used her handbrake to spin the car in another 90-degree angle, now facing backwards to the finish line once more. By the grace of God, the cop car seemed to roll over the front left side of her and fly into the nearby wall.

Everybody cheered as the car was disabled and Santana, Mia and Kurt took that as their cue to get out of there, just waiting for Blaine and Quinn to pick them up. A few tense moments later and a yellow Skyline appeared next to a navy-blue Porsche, both sighing in relief as Mia jumped in next to Quinn and Kurt scrambled into Blaine's car. Santana led the pack back to where they were supposed to be meeting the rest of the crews, Mia using Quinn's radio to give her the directions.

When they arrived at the meeting point where the crew were waiting the air seemed to be buzzing with excitement but also nerves. Even though both racers had survived the pursuit, and both crossed the line, nobody but Kurt and Mia knew who had actually won.

When Santana pulled up into the center of the highway underpass where everybody was waiting, all heads seemed to turn to her. Getting out of the car she caught sight of the Skyline and its driver before Letty and Puck demanded to know who won.

"Ok guys, settle down" Mia yelled, the crowd calming down considerably into a low whisper. "Me and Kurt caught it on tape and the racer who won was Santana."

The crowd cheered as they congratulated her, Letty walking over and shaking the younger Latina's hand. "Good work, that was close, but you somehow pulled it off. Keep it up. Oh, and Santana..."

She looked up from where she was now holding her winnings worth 20k. "Yeah?"

"Nice police disables. I know who to call if I ever need help taking out the heat"

"Thanks" She smiled as she saw Quinn walking over to her.

"That last move was reckless"

"How did you see?"

"I have all the dashboard cams tuned into my Skyline screen. I watched it head towards you. It was reckless but you pulled it off. Here's your pink slip back."

Santana nodded and watched the blonde walk over to Letty. Santana was brought out of her thoughts when somebody called her name. "Huh?"

Brittany smiled. "Nice race, that was cool. I'll see you next time."

She just nodded mutely as she watched the tall blonde walk away, Dani joining her. Shaking her head, she was just about to get back in her car when Blaine walked over.

"Wow, that was intense" He grinned. "Kurt just told me that if you need your paint redone, he'd be happy to do it for you. Just give him a call and he'll set you up."

"Oh, thanks."

"No problem. I guess I'll see you in a few days for new parts?"

The Latina smiled and nodded. "You bet."

Blaine just nodded as she slipped back into her car, placing the bundle of cash and her pink slip into the glove box before driving off. Letty watched as she left and turned back to Mia.

"So, did that change your mind?"

She shook her head, crossing her arms as she lent up against her Plymouth. "She's still not quite there yet."

"But today was crazy! You saw how she crossed the line and then she took out a cruiser head on. Come on, I was right there!"

"I'm not saying she's not good Mia, but I want to take my time with her and make sure she's really worth the time and effort of recruiting. Just give it a few more races and I'll decide, ok?"

The smaller woman pouted for a few moments before relenting and nodding, letting her girlfriend pull her in for a hug with a kiss to the forehead.

Rachel smiled. "I know you guys look really cute right now, but we'd better get moving before the cops show up. And Shelby isn't gonna be happy if we turn up at the diner late for lunch."

"Yeah, I suppose so. Let's move out guys."