Brittany teaching Santana motorcycle parts while Puck's away talking with someone? And Santana just goes along even though she already knows some/most of what Britt's saying, because any reason to talk to Brittany is good enough. Some shameless flirting from Brittany and confused, flustered Santana?
So maybe Santana wasn't as sure of herself as she thought she was. Before, she never found the opposite sex attractive in the same way she found guys. Sure she envied some girls' outfit choice or makeup but she's never thought past that, she's never wanted to touch their skin to see how soft it was or wanted to feel their lips against hers. She's never had such a strong desire to be close to someone, anyone, let alone another female, but here she is staring at professional motocross rider Brittany S. Pierce like the blonde's a juicy steak and she hasn't eaten in days.
After Brittany won the East vs West championship, a lot of things changed. In order for her to move on to the international round, her management team wanted her to have a back up rider just in case anything happened to her. Brittany hated the idea of having a second, but ended up teaming with Noah considering he was the best of the East. She knew he wasn't nearly as good as she was, beating him was a breeze, but it wasn't like she'd need to use him anyway. She wasn't getting hurt any time soon and she was definitely not getting herself into any trouble before the big race. Afterwards, maybe.
That's how Santana found herself in Paris, rooming right across from the blonde and tagging along with Noah and Brittany everywhere they went which were mostly motocross related events that Santana barely understood but Noah brought her because she was hot and it made him look good, and Santana allowed it because she could stare a little more at Brittany. The blonde would often catch her looking, but made no attempt to say something, just continued to feed Santana's curiosity.
Anything boys can do, I can do better.
The words repeated over and over again in Santana's head but never made any more sense. What was it that Brittany could do better other than race? Was the comment directed to her? It had to be because she was looking at her when she said it. Was she talking about something other than racing? She did say anything so maybe she wasn't talking about just racing?
"Hey."
Santana blinked at the word and looked up from her untouched bagel and fresh fruit to see Brittany standing before her. She was wearing one of her team's baseball tee's with the sleeves bunched at her elbows and her hair was worn down, long over her shoulders and back, and her blue jeans tight around toned legs. Santana accidentally got caught up in staring again and shook her head, heat flushing her cheeks as she tried to play it off, "Hi, what's up?"
"Just looking for Puckerman," She replied and took the seat in front of Santana without even asking if she could join. Not that Santana would've said she couldn't, "I think I finally figured out what we can do to tweak his clunker of a bike. We just need to find a place that sells American parts and I'll have that thing running as good as mine."
"You work on the bikes yourself?" Santana asked sounding surprised but also impressed.
Brittany just smirked and shrugged her shoulders coolly, "I'm a hands-on kind of girl."
Santana swallowed thickly, eyes glancing to pink lips as she briefly wondered what the extent of hands-on was before realizing what the hell she was thinking and got herself together, "He was in the shower before I came down here so he should be out any minute now."
"Oh okay, cool. I'll just hang out around here then, I've got a couple things to check out anyway." She replied, eyes cutting to the lobby where a pretty brunette smiled coyly behind the desk she was manning. Santana saw and wondered what the fiery feeling she felt in the pit of her stomach meant, but Brittany was looking back at her with those beautiful blue eyes and suddenly that fire was gone, "Will you come with us when we head out?"
"Uh, probably." Santana answered just as Brittany stood up again. The woman nodded with a bright smile on her face then gestured to Santana's cup of fruit.
"You should eat," She said but it wasn't in the tone that her mother used on her when she was younger and pushed her broccoli around her plate, "You know what they say about pineapple.."
Santana was confused and even more so as Brittany's smile slowly formed into a sly grin. She wanted to ask because she really didn't know what anyone said about pineapple, but the blonde was already on her way towards the lobby.
Ten minutes later, Noah joined her for breakfast and Santana asked her question about pineapples but Noah just laughed and said Pierce was just joking with her and she shouldn't worry about it. It wasn't until she googled the meaning before meeting up with Brittany again that her whole face flushed and her curiosity for the girl grew even more.
After Brittany and Noah found whatever part they were looking for, they ended up at a garage where they kept their bikes and equipment. Noah offered to take Santana back to the hotel, but Santana declined so she could watch Brittany work, not that she told Noah that was the real reason. Santana didn't grow up around many girls who weren't afraid to get their hands dirty and she definitely didn't know any female mechanics. Santana watched intently, fascinated by the flexing of her forearms when she'd move the wrench and sweat that gathered at her hairline which she'd wipe away with the back of her greasy hand leaving a grey blotch along her forehead.
She was the cutest grease monkey Santana's ever seen, even better looking that Noah and he'd often take his shirt off when he worked and he wasn't exactly scrawny under his clothes. Santana thanked the heavens Brittany hadn't taken her top off to work, who knows what kind of injuries she would've sustained at the sight.
"Hey babe," Noah called as he walked over to Santana, regaining her attention, "I've got to go exchange this part. You want to come or are you good staying here?"
"I'll stay." Santana answered swiftly, accidentally jumping at the opportunity to be alone with Brittany. To her surprise, Brittany peeked up from working on the bike at Santana's answer.
"Okay, do you want me to bring you anything? A drink? A magazine? Some snacks?"
"No, I'm okay." Santana said, eyes momentarily caught by Brittany's. It wasn't until Noah leaned in for a quick peck on the lips that those blue eyes vanished. Santana practically cringed at the kiss; suddenly his lips weren't as soft as they used to be.
"I'll be back then." He said as he pulled away but Santana just nodded and went back to searching for blue eyes only to find the top of Brittany's head as she went back to work.
At first it sounded like Brittany's clinking and clanking was louder than before, more aggressive, but Santana just thought she was imagining it. She sat a good distance away from the mechanic, watching from afar, before curiosity overtook her again.
"How's it coming?" Santana asked quietly, confused by the sudden nerves. Brittany only shrugged and continued to mess with the hardware.
"It's coming." She answered in a tired sigh, never bothering to look up, "There's a lot more work to do than I thought, but it's cool. Nothing a little fingering around can't fix."
Santana stifled a surprised gasp after realizing the fingering Brittany was talking about wasn't the kind Santana was thinking. Then again, judging by Brittany's cheeky grin who knows what Brittany intended.
"Oh, th-that's good." Santana struggled to reply, not sure how to further the conversation about parts and repairs when she nothing about either. Thankfully Brittany was better at the whole small talk thing and pulled away from her work to look up at Santana.
Santana watched thin lips move but she was too drawn to bright blue eyes and grease-smudged cheeks to hear anything clearly. It was impossible to look so adorable in Brittany's casual clothes, but Santana had never been so attracted. That wouldn't be the case with Noah; in fact, if he even tried to kiss her looking the way Brittany did, he'd get an open handed smack to the face. But Brittany, Santana probably wouldn't mind. Brown eyes traced down the long bridge of Brittany's nose, counting freckles, until she landed on the girl's mouth. She never used to think girls' mouths could be cute, but Brittany's was the cutest. She watched her lips part and caught glimpses of pearly white teeth and nodded; Brittany definitely had a cute mouth.
"Beauty and brains, huh?" Suddenly Brittany's words were clear, "I thought so. Wanna help me out?" Santana was a little confused about what exactly she was helping Brittany with but then the blonde was sliding off her stool and offering it to her.
Santana took a seat, keeping her knees tucked close to her so she wouldn't accidentally knock the bike over, and looked to Brittany, "What do you want me to do?"
"Well, your boyfriend's timing gear is shot which is probably why he could never keep up with me. I'm thinking we could maybe adjust the-"
Santana attempted to follow along with Brittany's plan, but after combustion chamber she kind of tuned out; motorcycle engine repair wasn't exactly her forte. She liked how knowledgeable Brittany was; surprisingly it was kind of a turn on to hear her speak so easily about rerouting the oil feed or something. Brittany could probably give her the diagnostics of a tractor, whatever diagnostics mean, and Santana would still get all hot and bothered.
"You got all that?" Brittany asked and for a moment Santana froze. She didn't get anything but aroused!
"I-uhh.." Santana stammered eyes darting from Brittany's playful glare to the gutted engine then back at Brittany who was growing more and more amused as Santana stumbled for an answer, "You..you probably need to run that by me one more time."
"You have no idea what I'm talking about, do you?" Brittany smirked, eyes narrowing though she grinned madly.
"Not a clue." Santana sighed, embarrassed.
"Yeah, I didn't think so." Brittany chuckled and took the wrench back to the bike, "Nothing I've talked about in the last ten minutes was real."
"Brittany!" Santana gasped as her cheeks grew hot, "I can't believe you."
"Hey, you were the one with your head in the clouds." She giggled, "Anyone would've known something was up if they were actually listening, there's no such thing as a unicorn calibrator."
"Hey, I'm a lawyer not a mechanic. Your lingo is different from mine." Santana replied, feeling a little more comfortable in the woman's presence and smiling at her infection grin as Brittany turned to look at her again.
"That's true." Brittany chuckled, "I probably wouldn't be too focused either if the roles were reversed and I had to watch you do your lawyer thing."
Santana's smile softened as she tilted her head and continued to stare at Brittany, "What do you mean?"
Her gaze was steady, eyes still squinted and grin still playful, "You know what I mean." Santana just shook her head making Brittany glance back at the bike then to Santana, "You're beautiful as it is, but then seeing you dressed up in your tight pencil skirt and high heels, I assume that's what you'd wear, and arguing in court to get your way?" Brittany licked her lips as her eyes dropped to Santana's lips, "I'd be a goner."
Santana blushed at the compliments but managed to keep her cool under Brittany's heated stare, "I'm the best of the best, might as well look hot while doing it."
Brittany just smirked, her eyes still focused on Santana's mouth, as their shoulders began to touch, "I'm sure you do a very fine job of doing just that."
Santana bit her lip as her body began to turn in towards Brittany, their fingers inching across the pavement searching for the other's. Santana didn't know what she was doing anymore, it was like Brittany had her hypnotized. They were moving on instinct and she knew what these movements were leading to, she'd kissed loads of boys in her lifetime, but Brittany was no boy and that made Santana nervous. They were mere inches apart when Brittany's fingers finally made their way on top of Santana's hand. The simplest touch set fire to Santana's skin and shot tingles up her arm, but she never wanted it to stop. She had never felt anything like that with Noah or any other guy she had been with before, so maybe it was a girl thing? Or maybe it was just a Brittany thing. She continued to lean in regardless.
"What are you doing?" Brittany mumbled and at the sound of her voice, Santana opened her eyes not realizing when she closed them in the first place. They were close, so close that she could feel Brittany's breath on her lips and count her eyelashes.
"I-I don't know." Santana stammered, but made no effort to move away.
"You were about to kiss me." Brittany said, the corner of her mouth quirking as if she were about to laugh.
Santana's lips parted for an argument, but for once in her life she had nothing.
"You have a boyfriend and you were about to kiss me." Brittany repeated with her eyes dazzling with amusement, "I'm not too good at the whole hetero thing, but I'm pretty sure you're not supposed to do that."
"Y-yeah, sorry. I..I don't know what came over me." Santana replied and put a safe distance between them, shaking her head in shame. Brittany had just rejected her kiss. Santana Lopez has never been rejected in her life.
"It's alright," Brittany shrugged and leaned back in to the engine with her wrench in hand, "I'm pretty irresistible so it happens."
Her tone was so even and nonchalant that if it wasn't for her winking back at her Santana probably would've thought Brittany wasn't as interested as she thought. Either way, Santana's jaw dropped from utter disbelief; this woman was too freaking smooth for her own good!
"Hey babe, I'm back!" Noah called as he waltzed through the door. Despite his cheery tone, Santana wasn't really excited to see him. She waved back anyway as he walked to the work bench and emptied the contents of the bag he was carrying on the table.
"But for what it's worth," Brittany whispered, keeping her eyes focused on tinkering, "I'm sure you are an awesome kisser, with lips like yours, you've got to be."