prompt brittany is gay and santana is not :3 just for the giggles

Santana Lopez has always been sure of herself. She knew exactly where she wanted to go to college, what she wanted to go for, what she'd do after college, where she'd live, what guy she'd marry. She had her whole life planned by the age of seven and so far she's stuck to it.

Currently, she's working on the what guy she'd marry part which is why she's standing on the sidelines of some motocross competition wearing her boyfriend's last name on the back of her team tshirt. She sees Puck round the corner again on his shiny black bike and Santana throws up her hand to wave, all smiley and supportive.

If she's being honest, she would've dumped the guy a long time ago because dating someone whose career revolves around motocross doesn't sound like a steady way of income and she definitely doesn't want to have to support the whole household. Being a lawyer pays and all but she likes to know that her man can take care of her too if need be.

But surprise, surprise, Noah Puckerman is the best rider on the East Coast!

She could never really follow along when he began talking about competitions and the importance of certain races, but Santana knows that the one he's competing in now is very important. It's sort of like West Coast vs. East Coast and Puck's here to represent his region or whatever.

So Santana cheers him on like the supportive girlfriend she is, but she can't help but notice that he's either lagging behind or the rider on the bright blue bike is going really, really fast. Santana's eyes widen as the rider pulls off trick after trick while Puck just barely keeps up. Santana doesn't know much about motocross, but Bright Blue Bike is kicking her boyfriend's ass.

Puck sulks over to Santana after the competition, his head hanging low, "I lost."

"I can see that." Santana chuckles but pats his shoulder and kisses his cheek anyway, "You did good though."

"Sure, Santana." He frowns and nods over to Bright Blue Bike dismounting their bike, "Dude is too good. He's probably riding on some kind of Transformer bike or something." Santana wants to roll her eyes at his whining but she keeps her smile soft. "I'm gonna go put my bike up."

Santana nods and watches him roll his bike away before turning back to Bright Blue Bike comes off the track. To her surprise, Bright Blue Bike isn't a he. She watches as long blonde hair cascades down the rider's back as the pale skinned girl removes her helmet and hangs it on her bike's handle bar before unzipping her heavy riding jacket. Santana blinks slowly and her breathing sticks as she sees the blonde shrug out of its confines to reveal the girl's torso clad in a tight fitting grey tank top, toned arms glistening with sweat under the heat of the blazing sun.

Santana's mouth waters and that confuses her more than the sudden throb between her legs. She wipes her forehead from the gathering sweat and starts to fan herself which is a normal reaction to having to stand out in the heat in the middle of summer which is why she's fanning herself, not because the blonde is making her really, really hot.

The girl catches Santana's eye and before Santana can look away from the sparkle of blue, the blonde gives her a cheeky grin and winks. Santana nearly collapses on the spot, but thankfully she's gripping the separating fence rail so hard she practically bends the metal.

A crowd of reporters swarm the girl and Santana inches closer, her body drawn to blue eyes but she's also curious to see what she has to say about whipping her boyfriend's ass.

Santana watches the blonde smile angelically to the reporters, answering question after question with grace and ease. Santana's hypnotized and she can't even hear the girl's voice but she knows it must sound like heaven coming from a girl who looks like an angel. The blonde must be able to feel Santana's gaze, anyone could if someone was staring at you as hard as Santana, because she directs her attention from one of the reporters and stares right at Santana, like directly into her soul.

"You rode great today, Miss Pierce, anything you'd like to say to those you'll be competing against in the international round?"

Brittany smiles another cheeky grin and licks her lips as she continues to stare at Santana who is holding her breath.

"Anything boys can do, I can do better."

And just like that, Brittany has Santana flipped faster than a pancake.