Riz I really really want to read your version of super Badass Brittany wooing a super straight Santana. so so bad..:*

Brittany Pierce wins the International Championship making her the first female to claim the title in the past twenty years. In the excitement, Noah Puckerman gets recruited by Brittany's team and becomes the blonde's official second. Sure, he doesn't ride as much as he used to because Brittany's always prepared to compete but sitting on the bench pays pretty good money so he'll take it. Noah wears his new team colors proudly and trash talks more than usual.

Santana would say she's proud of him too, but really she's not. Honestly, she really doesn't give a fuck about him nor his cocky attitude, not when his new promotions means he's spending more time with Brittany.

They become fast friends, Noah and Brittany, always talking about mechanical stuff that goes way over Santana's head or upcoming races and events. Santana sometimes finds herself getting a little jealous, not because Noah has found someone he can really talk to, but because Brittany has. Sometimes she finds herself googling their lingo or skimming through an issue of Transworld Motocross while she's at the grocery store, but then she snaps herself out of it because: what the hell are you doing, Santana? You don't like her, you're not gay.

Right? Santana's been asking herself that a lot lately. Ever since the incident with Brittany back at the garage, Santana questions a lot of things. She has queer friends, but she never thought she could be too. Her tastes have always been strictly men so it's confusing when one tiny, dirty thought about Brittany has her all hot and bothered in a matter of seconds. Men can't do that, at least not from her experience with them. They think turning her on means literally putting their hands on her and flipping a switch, but with Brittany things are different. Or could be different, Santana doesn't know, she's never been with a girl but there's something about the blonde that has her watching lesbian porn instead.

Maybe that's what she meant when she said anything boys can do I can do better?

It has been almost a month since winning the International Championship but Noah still feels like he's on Cloud Nine. What do people who still feel like they're on Cloud Nine and completely loaded do? Well, they throw an over the top party so they can feed their ever-hungry ego!

Santana's there, even after being at the office all day working hard on her current case, because Noah practically begged for her to be and she kind of liked remembering what it felt like actually being in control.

Brittany's there because she's always down to party.

Santana thinks Brittany's just there to see if she can make her lose all that control.

She's doing a fine job of that so far. Seriously, who does she think she is strolling in Noah's place in tight jeans, a white tee, and a leather jacket? Kristen Stewart?!

No, Brittany's hotter. Damnit Santana, quit thinking shit like-

Santana spins around and shakes her head at the thoughts, they've gotten worse and worse. She can hear Noah's already drunk and being obnoxious which might be a new record for him considering she only got to his house ten minutes ago. There was just enough time for her to switch out of her work heels and into her party ones before she had to come over.

For someone so adamant about Santana showing up, Noah barely noticed she walked in when she finally did. He didn't ask how her day at work was, didn't say thanks for coming over knowing just how hard she's been working, he didn't even offer to get her a drink! It's not that she's selfish or self centered, she just wants to be cared for. Isn't that what everyone wants?

Noah's a good guy, or that's what Santana thought before, but honestly lately she feels like she doesn't know what she was thinking. Noah is a tool and Santana doesn't know why it has taken her up until now to realize that.

She stomps her way to the kitchen to make herself a drink, since Noah is too busy ripping off his shirt too care about her, but freezes when she finds Brittany standing at the table.

"Hey." She says and Santana swoons just like she usually does, but this time she sees Brittany's eyes swoop down her body and take in her business attire.

Again, Santana's gaining a little bit of control back upon seeing someone so captivated by her. It gives her that tiny boost of confidence needed to approach Brittany, "Hi."

"Just got off work or is it Noah's lucky day?" She asks as she pours a little of this and little of that in a red solo cup. Brittany never looks up from the bottles of liquor but there's a smile on her lips and it brings one to Santana's too until it's ruined by the sound of her boyfriend's name.

"Definitely not his lucky day." Santana mutters and crosses her arms in a huff.

Brittany only chuckles at that and hands off the drink she was making to her, "For you then."

"What's in it?" Santana asks after thanking her, holding herself back from grinning at the gesture.

"Good stuff." Brittany winks and goes to make herself a drink, "But if you don't like it I can make you something else if you want."

Santana takes a sip and hums at the taste, "This is perfect."

"Duh." Brittany smirks and takes a sip of her drink before setting it down to add something else, but Santana can't take her eyes off the girl. She's got her sleeves bunched at her elbows and her jeans fit her so nicely and her shirt dips just low enough to tease Santana that it's impossible for her not to look. Brittany knows that and bites her lips as she glances over at Santana from the corner of her eye just incase she was wrong.

She wasn't and Santana stiffens quickly at being caught before taking another swig of her drink.

Brittany just laughs and shakes her head because Santana kind of sucks at being sneaky. "So how was work? Did you yell objection? I've seen lawyers do that in movies."

Santana relaxes at Brittany's playful tone and that she brought up something she actually knows more than Brittany about, "Not today. I'm still preparing for court, this case is a big one and requires a lot of research."

"Oh, that sounds like some really hard work."

"It is." Santana sighs but shrugs, "I love it though."

"That's good; do what you love, love what you do. That's my motto!" Brittany replies proudly, and jabs her thumb at her chest dramatically.

Santana almost falls over from laughing so hard but once she recovers she breathes out, "Good motto."