As much as I would like to own them, all the characters of Glee belong to Fox – I own nothing. All the characters of The Fast and the Furious belong to Universal Studios, I'm just borrowing some of them. All writing belongs to me.

Hey guys, not a major eventful update this week but it's better than nothing and as of right now I'm on schedule so I hope you enjoy this and remember that I won't be updating next Saturday as it will still be Swan Queen week, but I will be back the week after so hold on tight!

As always, thank you to everybody who are still showing support for this story by reviewing etc. You know it means a lot!

Santana and Brittany smiled as a slight breeze washed over them, the two women enjoying the last few minutes of their date night before they had to go and meet with the crew. It had been a week since Santana had told Cassandra that they were gonna do it her way and since that day she had been getting used to being back behind the wheel. Well, it was really just her getting used to the fact that she was still healing. She didn't have any problems getting back behind the wheel, she took to it again like she had been born to do it, an imprint in her DNA that she would never forget.

Tonight was the first night she would be racing again, Blaine having spent an entire week setting up a few races for her and the rest of the crew. So, even though she had a race tonight she refused to ignore the fact that it was date night, determined to at least spend some of the evening with just her girlfriend. So, she had taken her to Breadstix and when the time came they would meet up with the rest of the crew at the determined meet location.

Now, here she was sat on the hood of her car with Brittany curled into her side, the two of them enjoying the bright orange sunset as it engulfed the city of Lima across the water from where they were located on the small beach they had somewhat claimed as their own.

"Are you ok?" Santana asked when she felt Brittany clench her waist a little tighter, the blonde's arms wrapped around her.

"I'm not hurting you am I?"

Santana shook her head, still amused at how Brittany was still asking if she had hurt her by putting pressure on certain points of her still-healing body. "No babe, but what's wrong? What are you thinking about?"

"Nothing"

"Britt..." She drawled out, already knowing when she was holding something back from her.

The slightly taller woman sighed and tightened her grip a little more. "Fine. I'm just worried about you racing tonight"

"Why?" She knew why but she wanted to hear it come out of Brittany's mouth.

She shrugged. "After what happened I don't want Puck to come after you again"

"I know you don't but that won't happen again Britt. Not this time"

"But how can you be sure?"

"Because I have the best damn girlfriend in the whole world and I'm pretty sure that after what happened to me you won't let me out of your sight"

"But I have"

"I know, but I was with Quinn babe. That's different. Anyway, I'll be fine. I promise. Why don't you sit in with me?"

"What? As in be your passenger?"

The Latina smiled. "Yeah."

"Are you sure? I won't be like a third wheel will I?"

Santana laughed. "Of course not. If anything it will make it more interesting"

Brittany pulled away a little bit to look up at her, seeing the seriousness in her girlfriend's eyes. "And you're sure I won't be a third wheel?"

She shook her head. "No"

Brittany replied by cupping her jaw with one hand and pulling her in for a kiss. Santana smiled as she felt the blonde's soft lips against her own plump ones, melting into the feeling of being completely content with just the blonde. Grins adorned both their faces as they pulled apart, the two women resting their foreheads against one another's as they enjoyed the last few moments of it being just them before they had to leave.

As expected Santana's phone buzzed in her pocket and she reluctantly pulled away from Brittany to fish it out, seeing a text from Blaine on the screen.

-Blaine-

I'm ready. Get here soon, the rest of the crew are on their way.

She didn't need any more prompting. Sitting up she slid her phone back into her pocket and got off the hood, holding out a hand to Brittany. As soon as the other woman was on her feet she pressed a quick kiss to her lips before pulling away.

"Who was that?"

"Blaine. It's time to race"

Despite the fact that Brittany wanted to spend more time alone with her girlfriend she also knew that this race meant a lot to her and she wanted to support her so she made a mental note to get some alone time with her later before moving around the car and getting into the passenger side, buckling up her harness. Santana was quickly done and as soon as she saw that Brittany was buckled in safely she fired up the powerful car, the engine roaring to life as she backed out of the parking lot and turned onto main road.

As soon as she was heading in the right direction she held out a hand to her girlfriend and Brittany happily took it, interlacing their fingers together and squeezing before placing a soft kiss to the Latina's knuckles. Santana flashed a smile over at her girlfriend before focusing back on the road, feeling confident that tonight she was going to have a good night behind the wheel.

When they arrived at the meet location Letty and the crew were already there waiting for them. Pulling up at the start line they got out of the car and Santana made her way over to where Letty was grinning at her. The crew leader pulled her in for a hug and patted her on the back.

"You ready for this Lopez?"

"More than you could ever know"

"Good, hold on to that. It'll help you win"

Santana turned around at the voice giving her advice and smiled in disbelief as Shelby walked towards them. "Hey, I didn't think you were gonna be here"

The older brunette shrugged and pulled her in for a hug. "We weren't gonna miss your first race back"

"Yeah, we wouldn't miss it for the world dude" Holly grinned, pulling her in for a hug as soon as her girlfriend had finished.

"Thanks guys" She replied, feeling Brittany wrap an arm around her hooded jacket-clad waist. "Oh, Blaine. It ok I have a ride along?" She asked, motioning to the blonde.

He nodded, seeing Brittany's eyes light up at his confirmation. "Sure"

"Then I guess we better get ready"

She pulled Brittany along with her and moved to the hood of her car where she lent up against it, pulling Brittany between her legs and wrapping her arms around her from behind.

"You seem happy" She commented, resting her hands over the Latina's tanned ones.

Santana nodded, resting her head on her shoulder. "I am. It's good to be back"

Brittany smiled, craning her head around to press a kiss to the side of her head. "It's good to have you back"

Santana replied with a quick squeeze and just let herself enjoy the feeling of having Brittany in her arms. The last time she had done this she had felt the stress finally getting to her but after telling Cassandra they were going to do things her way she felt a weight lifted off her shoulders, allowing her to readjust to the situation and think about what was next. Tonight was the start of that and she felt the happiest she had been since she arrived back in Lima for the first time in eight years.

Not too long later a black Mustang pulled up next to Blaine's Porsche, a guy with slightly darker skin than Santana's and short hair with a light beard stepped out and made his way over to her and Brittany.

"Santana?"

The Latina looked up at the sound of her voice. "Yeah?"

He offered a hand. "I'm Matt Rutherford"

She took his hand and shook it. "Hey, Blaine told me about you"

"Yeah, he told me tonight was your first race back after what happened. I took a night off just to come and watch you."

"You did?"

He nodded. "Yep. I've got someone covering this race for me so I could come and see it first hand. You have some fans, especially in the Grove. We're rooting for you so keep up the good work"

"Fans?"

"Yeah, you're doing some good. You're kind of a legend since you've got back so make sure you keep winning and maybe you could give me a chance to race you sometime"

Santana took in the information before glancing behind him to where a Latina in high heels was resting up against his car. "Sweet ride. Maybe I'll take you up on that someday"

"Yeah, I'd like that. Anyway, good luck and kick Mercedes' ass"

Santana laughed and nodded. "Of course"

He nodded and fist bumped her before acknowledging Brittany and making his way back over to his car. Santana just had time to catch Quinn's encouraging nod and wink before Brittany broke her out of her gaze.

"You have fans!"

"Yeah, I guess I do"

"And a few groupies too" Brittany growled, the sudden change in tone catching Santana off guard. Looking up she saw a group of scantily clad race girls waving and winking at her. Shaking her head she pressed a soothing kiss to the top of Brittany's head.

"I only want one groupie"

"Oh, and who's that?"

"You"

Brittany smiled and just managed to press a kiss to the Latina's lips when Mercedes pulled up beside her Supra. The dark skinned woman got out of her car and sneered over at her opposition.

"Nice to see you turned up Lopez"

Santana chuckled at her sour tone. "Of course I did. I'm ready to get behind the wheel and show you and the rest of your crew just who you messed with"

Mercedes huffed and made her way over to Puck who had just parked his car up on the opposite side of the road. He smirked as he walked over to her, Letty and Quinn backing up Santana. "Nice to see you alive Lopez. I hope I didn't do any permanent damage"

"You really wish that you did but unfortunately for you I'm back and I'm ready to race"

"Yeah, and we're not here for any fights so Jones can hand over her pink slips and get ready too. Oh, and if she wants a tag-along she can."

Letty left no room for argument as she turned around and made her way over to her girlfriend, Quinn stepping in front of Mercedes and holding out her hand expectantly. The opposing racer had no way of getting to Santana as Quinn demanded her documents, watching on as Brittany and Santana got into the Supra. She huffed and handed over the pink piece of paper before making her way back around to the drivers side of her car, shouting over to Sam.

"Come on, you're with me baby"

Santana had just got into her car and started securing her harness when she saw Brittany frowning at something. Following her gaze she realized that she was glaring at Rory who looked none too happy that Santana was alive and still with the blonde. Reaching over and placing a hand on her arm she brought her out of her thoughts.

"Babe, you ok?"

"Yeah"

"No you're not. Talk to me"

Brittany sighed and slumped in her seat. "It's just that I can't forget what he did to you"

"Maybe not but I'll tell you one thing I've learnt; you can't dwell on what happened, you just have to be thankful that you're here right now. Britt, I'm right here, touching you, breathing, talking. He didn't win. Puck didn't win."

Brittany focused on the Latina's eyes and could tell she was telling her nothing but the truth and with every single word the way she said them she was all Brittany needed to reassure her. Leaning over she cupped Santana's jaw and pulled her in for a kiss, enjoying the quiet moment they had before finally pulling away. With a smile at her girlfriend she felt a lot more confident, reaching for her harness and strapping herself in. Santana smiled and fired up her car, the engine roaring out loud.

Pressing play on her iPod she glanced over to where Mercedes was strapping herself into her own car, Sam doing the same in the passenger seat. Mercedes glared at her so she turned away and focused back on the road. It wasn't long before Blaine made his way to the middle of the road with a white bandanna stuffed into his back pocket.

"You guys know the rules, point A to B. Once the others arrive at the finish line you can go."

5 Minutes later Mia radioed through and told him that they were all at the finish line and he walked back over to where the two racers were eagerly waiting. Santana glanced over at Brittany.

"You ready for this?"

The blonde nodded. "Yeah"

Focusing back on Blaine he held up the bandanna, the two women revving their engines in eager anticipation. Moments later he was dropping to the floor and they were off the line, both cars pushing forwards immediately. Brittany was so shocked at the sudden burst of speed that she gripped her harness tightly for fear of coming loose. Santana just laughed before focusing back on the race, coming up towards the first corner.

Everybody was already watching through their dashboard cameras as Santana shifted up a gear, pushing ahead of the purple Mercedes. With a focus Brittany had never seen before the Latina immediately switched to the brakes and slid around the turn at high speed, surprising the experienced blonde drifter. She had never gone that fast, yet Santana was willing to and although it wasn't the tightest drift line she had ever seen she had handled it with a control that Brittany could only ever hope to possess. Maybe she'd have to try and get her to teach her some day.

Focusing back on what Santana was doing they were thrown into yet another hard turn, this time in the opposite direction. Even though still at high speed Santana handled it easily and thanks to that control she was able to put some crucial space in between her and her opponent before she finished coming out of the turn.

Santana shifted up a gear and internally grinned at the unique sound of the tuner gear shifting up and supplying more power to the engine. The sound could never be beat, something that Brittany couldn't fault either. Although unprepared for just how fast her girlfriend was going she could never imagine her own engine going half this speed. She had underestimated just how much power they had put under the hood of her car, Brittany pretty sure that she could beat anybody in the city, including both Letty and Puck if she put it to good use. Thinking about it her car seemed only a quarter of this cars speed, making a mental note to get her girlfriend to look at it and suggest some modifications later on when they were back in the garage.

She was violently brought out of her thoughts when Santana swerved to the left to narrowly avoid hitting an oncoming bus. The large vehicle blared it's horn at the driver but she just laughed, enjoying the thrill of being back behind the wheel and in a high speed race to the finish line. Heavy music blared through the speakers as she handled another turn, Mercedes hot on her tail.

She had just cleared it when the purple car pulled up behind her, swerving left to right in various failed attempts to try and pass her. Mercedes had her steering wheel in a white knuckle vice-like grip as she growled at the driver in front of her, frustrated at the Latina's uncanny ability to block and predict every single one of her manoeuvre's.

"To the left!"

"Sam! Shut up!"

"I'm tryna help, go to the left!"

"I can't! Bitch keeps blocking me!"

"Then try the right!"

"I am!"

The bickering didn't phase Santana. Instead it motivated her. She used it to her advantage as she came across the next turn and taking a glance at the GPS screen on her dashboard to her right she couldn't quite make out something, glad Brittany was tagging along with her.

"Britt, how much longer?"

Understanding what she had asked she quickly examined the GPS before looking back up at her girlfriend. "Three turns. But Santa-" Before she could warn her girlfriend she felt the car being swerved violently to the left to avoid an oncoming tram. Before Brittany could relax she saw another oncoming obstacle, warning Santana just in time. "Santana, watch out!"

The Latina heard her as soon as she started and fortunately for her she had seen the obstacle as soon as she had narrowly avoided the first. Using all the control she had she swerved to the left even more and barely had time to react as she was thrown into a narrow back alley, sending her further away from the main course. She cursed as her GPS blared over the music.

"Resetting course"

Growling she took once glance at it before focusing back on the alley in front of her. She had managed to skip two corners but the last one she had to hope Mercedes hadn't reached it first. Shifting up a gear her engine was thrown into it's highest speed and she pushed it to keep the space she had built over the course of the race so far.

When Brittany took a look at the GPS with the updated route she gulped. She knew what was ahead of them and by the way Santana looked she was pretty sure her girlfriend knew too.

"Santana..." She trailed off warily.

The Latina didn't reply for a few moments, her mind going over what she was about to do. She knew what was ahead and if she had any chance of winning this race she had to pull off a miracle, literally. Keeping her grip on the steering wheel tightly her gaze never left what was ahead of her.

"You may wanna buckle in and hold onto something. This might get a little bumpy"

Mercedes grinned as she tackled the last corner without Santana ahead of her at all. Grinning she reached over to high five her boyfriend who was also grinning at the fact that they were so close to winning.

"Haha! Bitch thought she had this!"

Moments later Santana pulled off something she knew was extremely risky. Mercedes' grin immediately fell at what she saw, Santana and Brittany both yelling as the Supra flew out of the end of the alley.

"Santanaaaaaaaaa!" Brittany yelled, grabbing hold of her girlfriend's arm tightly as the other gripped the door in a death lock.

The Latina gripped the wheel tightly as her car defied gravity, the alley high enough as she flew over the top of Mercedes' car. People at the finish line watched on in awe as the Supra cleared the car which had taken first place and retook it's lead. Santana held on tightly and braced herself as she impacted with the road and with the last shred of control she possessed she managed to turn the car into a slide as she hit the brakes. The car slid across the finish line before coming to a stop, Mercedes staring in disbelief as she crossed moments later.

The crowd erupted into cheers as they surrounded the Supra, some of Puck's crew not quite believing what they had just seen. Turning off the engine Santana turned to her girlfriend who had turned slightly pale at the winning move.

"Britt?"

The blonde turned her gaze to Santana. "What?"

"You ok?"

"Yeah, just give me a moment to recover. You nearly gave me a heart attack"

Santana grinned and unclipped her harness, stepping out of the car and being swamped by the rest of her crew. They all pulled her in for hugs and congratulations, happy to see her back behind the wheel and doing what she did best, driving.

Blaine fist bumped her and offered her her own pink slip along with the one for Mercedes' car. "Doing the usual tonight?" He asked, already knowing the answer as they had talked about it beforehand.

Santana raised an eyebrow in fake thought for a few moments, drawing it out on purpose as Mercedes squirmed next to Puck. Even though she hadn't been able to drive ever since the night she had been taken and beaten up, in the meantime she had used her recovery time to devise a plan. This had been before she had told Cassandra what she was doing. She just had to figure out a way. So, the idea she had come up with was to turn the table on Puck's crew and every time they raced she wasn't gonna lay down any more. All though in the past she had never cared for taking other peoples cars due to the fact she'd rather drive her own, this time the opposition had made it personal and she was more than ready to give them a taste of their own medicine without actually doing any physical harm.

She had discussed the idea with Letty as she had wanted to run it by her crew leader first, and when the older Latina had agreed she talked to Blaine and he had set the wheels in motion. Now here they were, that plan under way with her first victory since being back and she was going to hit Puck's crew where it hurt: their cars.

So, smirking Santana reached for her own pink slip and just as Mercedes thought Blaine was going to hand her her own back to her Santana turned around as if a light bulb had suddenly turned on in her brain.

"You know what? I think I'm gonna take it"

Blaine grinned and handed her the other pink slip, Santana smiling as she held the documents to both her car and Mercedes'.

"You know what? I always wanted a Mercedes"

The ex-owner of the luxury car growled as Blaine stepped closer to her with his hand outstretched expectantly. "The keys Jones"

She huffed and turned to Puck with a pleading look on her face, her crew leader just shaking his head. Even he knew the rules. Just because he had a bad attitude didn't mean he still respected the laws of street racing. "Hand him the keys Mercedes"

She did as she was told and frowned as she handed Blaine the keys reluctantly. He then handed them to a smiling Santana. Once she had both the keys and pink slips clutched in her hand she stepped closer to Mercedes, her expression changing into one of nothing but complete seriousness. She held up the documents and keys in the other woman's face.

"That's for kidnapping me and placing a bag over my head so that I couldn't breathe."

As soon as she turned her back to Mercedes Letty took over. "Let's go guys. Drinks at Kitty's"

Knowing the history and rivalry between her and Mercedes Santana threw the keys to Rachel. "Berry, have some fun. It's all yours tonight"

It had been such a bold move to take the car in the first place but as Santana threw the shorter brunette the keys to her rival's car Rachel couldn't help but squeal, Quinn just managing to press a quick kiss to her lips before she eagerly ran over to the newly acquired vehicle thanks to Santana. Just as the Latina was about to get back into her Supra along with Brittany Rachel caught her attention.

"Santana!"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks"

She smiled. "No problem. Enjoy"

When they arrived at Kitty's every body was in high spirits. The rest of the crew were celebrating at their usual spot in the back whilst Santana, Brittany and Dani were sat at the bar talking to Kitty.

"So, what happened tonight?" The blonde bartender asked whilst polishing a glass.

"I took Mercedes' car" Santana answered, taking a sip of her beer.

"You did? No one's done something as bold as that in a while. At least not that I know of"

"How so?"

"No one's been as bold as that. It's kind of a silent agreement that we've never really talked about before. Puck's crew doesn't take our cars and we don't take theirs. I guess after what happened that all changed, huh?"

"Yeah, I guess it did"

Santana knew there had been a deeper reason as to why they never took each others cars but after what happened to her they had broken that silent pact and begun something they possible wouldn't be able to control unless they continued winning, unless she continued winning. However, she wasn't phased. She had spent enough time out of action to know she was ready and willing to do all that it took to take these guys down, no matter what the cost would eventually be.

"You should have seen her babe. She killed it in the last possible moment" Dani commented, watching as her girlfriend placed the now-clean glass up on the shelf.

"How?" The blonde asked, leaning up against the bar in front of the other blonde, pressing a quick kiss to her lips just because she could.

"She flew over Mercedes, literally"

"Yeah, and nearly gave me a heart attack!" Brittany added from her place beside Santana.

"Wait, how?" Kitty frowned, looking at Santana for answers.

The Latina grinned as she drunk her beer. "I got detoured into an alley and it ended just after the last turn before the finish line. At the last moment I braced myself and prepared myself for the only way I could win the race. It was as if time slowed down and I flew out of the alleyway and I flew over to top of Mercedes and slid across the finish line, her coming over it a few moments later. I have to say it was one of the best moves I've ever pulled off, and let me tell you, I've pulled off a lot since I started driving"

"I wish I could have been there" Kitty smiled.

"I'll see if Quinn can get a copy for you. My dashboard camera caught the entire race"

"I would love that"

"I'll see what I can do"

"Santana?"

"Yeah?"

"Just make sure you don't kill Britt. She's my best bartender"

Santana laughed, wrapping an arm around the mentioned blonde's waist. "I will. It may not seem like it but she enjoyed it really"

Brittany, who had stayed mostly silent up until now couldn't help the smile that crossed her lips. "Fine, I did but it was scary at the time. I thought I was gonna die! I thought both of us were. Then we crossed the line and realized just how much it took for you to pull that move off and I knew anyone else wouldn't have made it. But I have the best girlfriend in the world and only she could pull it off so I'm starting realize just how good it really was, apart from the thinking I was gonna die of course"

Santana frowned in confusion. "Is that a compliment?"

Brittany grinned and cupped the Latina's jaw, pulling her in for a kiss. "Yes"

Quinn was working on a random car for Burt through lunch and knew she had to be done by the end of the day. Sure, she could most probably get it done on her own if she focused enough and was left alone but it was better with Santana. She had to admit that after they had added her to their team it was nice to have an extra pair of hands that knew what they were doing when it came to bodykits. She always seemed to be alone in that department up until now. Now she had a friend who knew her way around body's that needed expert attention to be fitted properly, and Quinn knew that she wouldn't mess the job up. Still, Santana was out for lunch and she needed to get as far as she could before the end of the day.

She was sat on the floor of the garage next to the car unwrapping the side skirt when she caught sight of something out of the corner of her eye. Over in the corner Rachel was sat with her legs propped up on a toolbox, her slightly tanned skin exposed due to the fact that she was wearing an extremely short pair of Daisy Duke cut-off denim shorts. Despite her laid back appearance she had her headphones in her ears circling random things no doubt for her car in a catalogue she had stolen from Letty. Letting her eyes linger on the brunette who seemed to be extremely at ease Quinn eventually turned back to the side skirt she had yet to finish unwrapping.

Taking it out she held it up to the side of the BMW she was working on and picture in her mind what she had to do next. Once she had done that she couldn't help but let her thoughts drift back to the brunette a few feet away. She smiled, not just at the thought of how hot she looked in those shorts and her body-hugging garage shirt, but how she was now all hers. Don't get her wrong, she hated when people claimed other people like objects but when it came to Rachel she just couldn't help herself. For the first time in her life, outside of driving that is, she was letting herself be greedy.

Ever since she had seen Rachel when she had started at their high school there had been something about her that seemed to just suck her in over and over again without her permission. Of course she had never wanted to get in between her and her best friend so she had kept to herself resigning to the fact that she would never get the only girl she had ever really fallen for and hoped that those feelings would fade over time the older they got but they hadn't. Instead it had only grew tenfold and ever since Santana had joined the team seeing her and Brittany's relationship grow right in front of her had kicked all these feelings she had tried to bury so deep inside her soul back to the forefront of her heart and mind. In some ways it had made it both easier and harder to come to terms with her feelings for the other woman but if it hadn't been for Santana telling her to come clean with Rachel she doesn't think she would have ever admitted the true way she felt about her.

Now she was indulging herself, enjoying the idea of finally calling her her girlfriend. She had wanted to respect Finn, him being her best friend and all, and had stayed away until Rachel openly admitted that she was moved on, or at least showed some signs that she had. Now she knew that Finn would be smiling down on her for making his first love happy again after he was gone and she sure as hell was going to enjoy the feeling of finally being Rachel's girlfriend after so long of pining for her.

Glancing over at said woman again she smiled and turned back to her work, standing up to move over to her toolbox to grab the tools she needed to fit the next part of the body kit she had just finished unwrapping. It was then, as she studied the tools, that she felt a pair of familiar arms wrap around her waist and tighten.

She then felt a kiss to the back of her neck and a head rest against her back. "What are you doing?"

Quinn smiled at the feeling of her girlfriend hugging her. "Getting my tools. I have work to do"

"How much?"

Rachel felt the blonde chuckle in her arms as she continued picking out tools. "Lots"

"And here I was thinking that you stayed back here during lunch so that we could have some alone time"

"Is that true?"

"Yes. I really thought that my girlfriend was going to use this time wisely to spend some time with just me instead of actually working"

"What do you think I meant when I said I was staying back to work?" She asked, turning around in her arms.

Rachel shrugged as the taller woman turned around in her arms. "Like I said, alone time"

Eyeing her carefully for a few moments she smirked and decided that if that was what Rachel wanted, she was going to give it to her. Breaking free of her hold she pretended she was going to go back to work, earning a pout from Rachel, and placed her tools down next to the side skirt she was going to fit next. Instead of sitting down like Rachel expected her to however, she turned quickly and made her way over to the other woman, wrapping her arms around her waist and pulling her in as close as possible.

Rachel tried not to yelp at the sudden assault of the blonde's lips on her own, immediately feeling herself melt into the feeling of her arms wrapped tightly around her slim waist. Despite the lust that she felt washing over her in waves she couldn't ignore the fact that it just felt right being with Quinn, like every single time her arms wrapped around her waist it felt as if, as cheesy as it sounds, they were two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle coming together in a perfect fit as if they were made for each other.

She felt the heat building between them quickly and soon enough it felt like a fire was fast burning, pooling in her stomach and igniting parts of her that seemed to ache in the most delicious of ways. Something she hadn't felt in a very long time. She had never felt a need this strong in her entire life and it just seemed to grow tenfold with every second more she spent connected with Quinn's lips. She couldn't help the moan that gasped through her lips as they parted momentarily at the feel of Quinn's hands lowering to her rear and squeezing.

The blonde smirked in satisfaction as they both took in some much needed air and Rachel jumped up, her shorter but exposed legs wrapping tightly around her waist in an almost desperate attempt to get even closer to her. Keeping her wrapped tightly in her arms Quinn carried her over to the beat up old couch located just by the front of the garage and gently laid her down despite the heated nature of their current actions.

With her legs still tightly wrapped around her girlfriend's waist and her hands gripping her work shirt tightly Rachel was lost in the moment, nothing else mattering other than the blonde currently pressed deliciously on top of her and devouring her neck as if it was the most amazing thing she had ever tasted. Before she could control herself Rachel found her hands wandering down to the older woman's waist to fumble with the belt she was wearing. She had just got it free when they both heard a voice that made them freeze with fear.

"Oh, eww!"

"San!"

"What? I think I'm scarred for life!"

The blonde giggled, playfully slapping her on the shoulder and dragged her by the hand deeper into the garage so that Quinn and Rachel could recollect themselves after being awkwardly interrupted.

When Quinn looked down at the brunette still laying beneath her Rachel had turned beet red, a hot blush claiming her face as a physical sign that she was beyond embarrassed at being walked in on whilst heatedly making out with her girlfriend. Now she knew how Brittany must have felt when Mia walked in on her and Santana doing the same thing the morning after their first date. She suddenly regretted picking on her.

As if something suddenly clicked between them Quinn pulled back so that Rachel could sit up, a very visible blush still clear across both their faces. Without saying anything they stood up and moved back towards the car to get back to work now that Santana and Brittany had arrived back from lunch, no doubt the others on the way.

"Sorry" Rachel whispered, feeling slightly guilty for starting this whole thing in the first place.

Quinn turned around and cupped the brunette's face with her hand, smiling. "Don't worry. I think we both got a little carried away"

Brittany and Santana smiled from the back of the garage where they were working on assembling some stuff for the interior as Quinn pulled Rachel slowly to her, kissing her on the forehead softly. Santana noticed the look on her girlfriends face and genuinely felt sorry for walking in on them when they did. Talk about wrong timing.

Quinn sighed happily as she pulled away, pulling Rachel in for a kiss. "Don't worry" She whispered. "We'll finish it later"

The brunette smiled against her girlfriend's chest, feeling a kiss to the top of her head. The embarrassment starting to wear off, she made a mental note to take her up on that when they got back to the house and could lock the door behind them.

It wasn't until that Friday, a full week after beating Mercedes, that Santana decided to call Cassandra to update her on her progress since the last time they saw each other. In other words the day that she walked out. Lent up against the side of her Supra out in the yard she used her five minute break to fish out her phone from her pocket and call the blonde.

"Hello?"

"Cassandra?"

"Santana. It's good to hear from you. To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"I have a plan"

"Do tell"

"I'm taking their cars. They'll be easier for you to take out in the long run. Cross Mercedes off the list"

"Smart plan. Good work Santana. I'll leave the rest up to you, just make sure you check in from time to time"

"Noted."

Without saying goodbye she hung up and slid her phone back into her pocket, standing up straight and heading for the cool interior of the garage. Brittany smiled and kissed her on the cheek as she joined her where she was stood in front of Mercedes' car.

Letty wiped her hands on a dirtied rag as she walked towards where they stood, Mia and the rest joining them. Once the whole crew was assembled she looked over at the woman who had won it.

"So, now you have Mercedes' car what are you gonna do with it?"

Santana glanced from her boss to said car, taking in the bright purple paint job. "Store it"

"You sure?" She asked, raising an eyebrow at the simple answer.

Santana laughed. "Of course not. Let's take a look under the hood first and see what Puck's packing in his crew's cars and then I wanna store it along with that cop car for later use. It might come in handy if we ever need a spare"

"Got you. Let's pop the hood"

They all made their way around to the hood of the car and Letty let Santana do the honours, the younger Latina eagerly opening it up and making sure it was held up and secure before standing back. Marley whistled.

"That's one hell of an engine"

"Yeah, but obviously not enough to beat my car. She raked the hell out of it trying to beat me, I wouldn't be surprised if this thing is way out of tune"

"Unlike our cars" Rachel smirked from her place beside Quinn.

Santana nodded. "Exactly. Let's make a few notes of this thing, bumper to bumper, and get it into storage so that we can plot our next move. Mia, you got that clipboard of yours at the ready?" She asked, looking over at said woman.

She nodded with a smile on her face. "Let's go"

About an hour later they had finished and Santana was driving it to the storage lock up. Quinn followed behind her in her Skyline to make sure there was no trouble but to also give Santana a ride back to the garage once the Mercedes was locked up. She waited patiently as they pulled up into the storage garage and watched as her best friend parked the purple car next to the beat up cruiser Dani had stolen not that long before.

Once she was done and was sure it was locked up tight she walked over to the yellow Skyline and hopped into the passenger seat, buckling herself in.

"Let's go home. It's date night"

TBC