A/N: Inspired by M.I.A - Bad Girls because I love that song. Hope you enjoy.
"This is illegal!" Rachel exclaims, staring incredulously at her girlfriend who rolls her eyes in return as she grips the steering wheel of her 2015 BMW M3.
"You wanted to know what I did on my long weekends." She responds with a small shrug.
"I didn't think you were risking your life!" Santana shakes her head as her eyes roam over the red and leather seat with black lining Rachel is sat in.
"I just- I can't believe this! Where do you even- why do you do this?" Santana returns her eyes to the road in front of her as they approach their destination. An old abandoned warehouse with multiple cars parked near it.
"Money, obviously. Plus it's fun." Santana says as she pulls up and parks next to an orange Camaro with green LED underglow lights. Santana grabs the cool marble shift knob she had customized to resemble the devil with a cigar in his mouth and puts the vehicle in park.
"How can you be so reckless? This is insane!" Santana rolls her eyes again as she faces Rachel.
"I've been doing this since I was 17. I know what I'm doing."
"Oh, so you're fine with the prospect of death every time you decide to do one of these races?" Rachel asks, crossing her arms and narrowing her eyes at the woman in the driver's seat.
"Kinda. That's why I always keep that in my car." Santana points to the rosary hanging from her rear view window.
"I honestly can't deal with this right now." Shaking her head, she turns towards her window and Santana sighs as someone knocks on the window.
Rachel turns her head to see a muscular Asian man at Santana's window wearing a black deep V neck tank top under his burnt orange leather jacket. Smirking as Santana lets down the window, he winks at Rachel before returning his gaze to Santana.
"Brought your girl to see you lose?" He says smugly and Santana chuckles.
"Cocky for someone who hasn't won a race in, what? A year?" Santana says, a smug smirk gracing her lips.
"Yeah, yeah. Open your trunk." He says then walks towards the back of Santana's car. Rachel watches curiously as Santana pulls the latch to open the trunk. Rachel sees him put a black duffle bag in the trunk then she looks to Santana.
"What is that? You're not transporting drugs as well, are you?!" Rachel asks in alarm and Santana doesn't try to bite back her laugh.
"You think because I race, I'm a drug trafficker?"
"I don't know!" Rachel shouts as the man closes the trunk and comes back to Santana's window, holding a different bag in his hand.
"All in, right?" He asks Santana and she nods.
"There's an extra five in there. Put it on me." With a firm nod, he stands again sending Rachel a short wave before he walks towards another car.
"What was that all about?" She asks as she continues to watch the man who is now talking to a taller black man with a long beard but not a hair on his head.
"I don't think I should tell you. Not fully convinced I have your loyalty." Rachel slowly turns her head back to Santana.
"Loyalty?"
"Yeah, you're being a total goody goody. How am I supposed to know you won't tell the cops or something?" Santana says, dark eyes watching Rachel closely.
"I would never want to see you behind bars. Also, I don't believe you. If you thought I'd do something like that, you would have never told me about your extracurricular activities or brought me along." Santana doesn't respond until Rachel questions her again.
"What were you two talking about Santana?" Sighing, Santana shrugs.
"Nothing really. A bet and the buy in."
"That bag had money in it?" Santana nods.
"We can really only deal in cash. That guy I was talking to, his name's crash. We started out together, kinda like a brother to me now." Rachel's eyebrows furrow.
"Why am I just now hearing of him? We've been together for over a year Santana! What else are you hiding from me?!" Santana can see the hurt in Rachel's eyes.
"It's not that I didn't want to tell you...it's just not something I can go around telling everyone! I brought you because I love you and I trust you. I want you to be apart of this." Rachel arches an eyebrow at this.
"Be apart of this? Santana, you shouldn't be apart of this. What if something happens to you?" Rachel reaches over the middle console and takes Santana's hand.
"I love you too and I want you to be safe. You have to admit that this is incredibly dangerous." Rachel continues softly and Santana sighs.
"Yeah, I know but it's just...fucking exhilarating. It's seriously indescribable."
"Are you an adrenaline junkie?" Rachel asks seriously causing Santana to laugh loudly.
"First, I'm a drug dealer and now I'm a junkie? What's next? A bank robber?" Rachel glares and retracts her hand.
"Excuse me for wanting a logical reason behind this."
"I already told you. It's fun and I win money, like hella money. Which brings me to the last thing I wanted to share with you. This is actually how I became a millionaire, not from some random tia dying. Your girls' got skills, you should be proud of that." Rachel can only gape at the woman before her.
"Rachel, just...I know it's all that shit you just said but I don't plan on doing it forever. Come with me, just this once?" Santana holds her hand out towards Rachel, who glances at it.
"Just trust me..." Rachel looks hesitant as she thinks about what Santana has just asked of her. Shaking her head, Rachel sighs and looks up at Santana.
"I...I really hope I don't regret this." She says before slowly taking Santana's hand. Santana grins at her then kisses the back of her hand.
"If shit hits the fan, you won't be alive to regret it." Rachel snatches her hand from Santana and rolls her eyes as the other woman chuckles.
"Bad joke. I gotta go talk to crash. You stay here and say some prayers." Rachel glares at the other woman as she exits the car.
Soon Santana returns to the car and Rachel watches as the other people around get in there cars and form a single line out into the street before breaking off into 2 rows. The tall black man Rachel saw crash talking to earlier is walking to stand between the rows, holding a yellow bandanna in his hand. Santana pulls into a row, across from Crash. Glancing over at him, Rachel watches him and Santana playfully rev their engines at each other before hearing Santana softly laugh.
"You might wanna put on a seat belt." Santana says, turning her head towards her girlfriend.
"I honestly can't believe I agreed to this" Rachel says more to herself as she puts on her seat belt.
"Just enjoy the ride." Santana shifts the car into gear after seeing the bandanna fall and begins to quickly accelerate. Rachel anxiously watches as the speedometer steadily climbs. Glancing at Santana, Rachel notes the seriousness in her features as she slightly turns the wheel, avoiding 3 different cars as she sails pass them.
"You okay?" Santana asks, not taking her eyes off the road as she shifts gear.
"I- yes. I'm fine." Rachel responds as she watches Santana reach 80 miles per hour. Santana smirks and nods her head slightly.
"Good, here comes the fun part." Santana says and Rachel directs her attention to the road, seeing a sharp turn quickly approaching her eyes widen in fear.
"Isn't this the part where you slow down?!" She asks as her fingers clutch the seatbelt across her chest. Santana smirks and makes the turn quickly as Rachel clutches her seatbelt for dear life and screams,tightly shutting her eyelids.
"Will you relax? I got you." Santana says around her laugh.
"Relax?! Let me out! This was a terrible idea!" Rachel exclaims, eyes still closed.
"Hate to break it to you but i don't lose, meaning I'm not going to stop. Don't be a loser." Santana says as she approaches a purple car, quickly surpassing them as another turn approaches.
"No! I want to get out, now!" She protests and Santana chuckles.
"Tuck and roll." Santana says smirking, this causes Rachel to open her eyes again but her response is cut off by Santana sharply turning to the right. Rachel watches in horror but also...amazement.
"Having fun yet?" Santana asks, grinning mischievously.
"You're enjoying this, aren't you?!" Rachel asks angrily and Santana sighs.
"I would be if you weren't shrieking in my ear every 5 seconds." She rolls her eyes.
"Enjoy the ride Rachel and I mean this in the most respectful way. Sit back, shut up and let me drive." With a huff, Rachel sit back, crossing her arms and glaring at the dark road ahead of her.
Rachel tries her best to calm herself as she watches Santana approach Crash. Looking out of her window, Rachel sees Crash driving besides them smirking as he pulls ahead. Rachel hadn't thought about how frightening his name was until his was beside the car she and Santana are currently in.
"Why do you call him Crash?" Rachel asks, trying to keep her anxiousness out of her voice.
"It's not what you think. He hasn't been in any accidents, just clumsy as fuck." Rachel nods, exhaling deeply in relief. Santana smirks but doesn't say anything as she switches gear again. Rachel watches as a silver car with blue lights passes them.
"I thought you didn't lose?" Rachel questions.
"I don't but I have to give them a show." Rachel's eyebrows knit together.
"Them?" She questions.
"Yeah, so this race is sponsored in a sense. Some crazy rich people pay off the cops to stay off this road, place bets and watch us from a series of cameras they've set up. They're anonymous because of the obvious but also because they don't just bet on who wins." Rachel's eyes widen at the implication.
"We've all got our vices right?" Santana says dryly.
Rachel doesn't respond, instead continues watching the race before her. As time passes, Santana takes the lead with Crash closely behind her. After reluctantly taking Santana's advice to just enjoy the ride...Rachel felt something she couldn't quite describe. It was more than adrenaline but she now understands what Santana meant when she said it was exhilarating. It's terrifying and exciting all at once and as much as Rachel hates to admit it, she's enjoying herself.
Santana noticed the difference in Rachel's demeanor but decided not to comment. Soon they're passing the finish line, back at the warehouse they started, with Santana coming in first place. Rachel cheers loudly as she unclasps her seat belt and pulls Santana into a deep kiss, relenting after their need for oxygen became apparent.
"That was amazing!" Rachel says excitedly, grinning widely.
"Told you." Rachel places one hand on Santana's neck, before biting her bottom lip in desire as her heavy lidded eyes gaze at Santana.
"Is it weird that I'm turned on right now?" Santana smirks, placing her hand on Rachel's hip.
"Hell no, but hold that thought. I'll be right back." Pressing a quick kiss to her lips, Santana then quickly gets out of the car and disappears into the warehouse. After some time, Santana returns with 2 very large duffle bags, placing them in the trunk before returning to the car.
"Money." Santana says in response to Rachel's curious look.
"What did you win?" Rachel asks as Santana begins to drive away.
"2.5."
"2.5, what?" Rachel asks.
"Million. You gotta keep up babe."
"When is your next race?" Rachel asks.
"There's one next month in Japan. Why?" Santana questions in response.
"Can I come?" Santana glances at Rachel curiously.
"Are you fucking with me?" Rachel giggles as she shakes her head.
"I stand by all my previous statements but...you were right! That was one of the most incredible feelings I've ever experienced! It's indescribable!" She says excitedly.
"Told you it was fun and obviously you can come."
"Can you teach me how to drive like that?" Santana laughs as she shakes her head.
"Hell no. No offense but I'm not risking my life by letting you get behind the wheel of anything that can get to the speeds I was going tonight." Rachel pouts.
"I'm a very good driver!" She protests.
"Yeah, at grandma speeds. If you stop pouting, I'll give you one lesson." Rachel's face lights up, beaming at her girlfriend.
"Okay, let's start now." She says excitedly. Santana laughs again and takes Rachel's hand in her own.
"I'm officially worried you might be the adrenaline junkie. How about we go work off some of this energy then meet Crash for some drinks because I just know you're dying to actually meet him." Rachel nods as she interlocks their fingers.
"I would like that. I can drive to meet him." She says to which Santana arches a curious eyebrow.
"Drive whose car?"
"Yours of course." Rachel says with a grin.
"You're relentless." Santana chuckles and continues driving along the dark road, happy about tonight's events.