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Hey guys, I'm back! Finally! I'm sorry it took so long but I ended up taking a lot more time that I hadn't realized I needed. Anyway, I'm back and this story will be getting regular updates again every Saturday so I hope you are all still interested. Anyway, enjoy this update!
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Santana smiled as the breeze came in through the open window of the truck, surroundings whizzing by as she pressed her foot down a little more on the accelerator. She glanced to her her right and found her passenger with a similar smile plastered on her face.
"What are you grinning about?"
Quinn shook her head with the mentioned grin still plastered on her face. "Nothing, just that I'm proud of you"
"For what?"
"Coming back from what Puck did to you"
"It was nothing" She replied, shaking her head as she focused back on the road.
"It was barely nothing S, you nearly died. Now here you are getting ready for another race"
"I'm just doing what I love"
"And that's why I'm proud"
"Yeah, but how can you be?"
"What do you mean?"
"You've barely known me a few months and you're saying you're proud"
Sitting back a little in her seat Quinn took a few silent moments to take in Santana's demeanour. It didn't take an idiot to know how she really felt about the comment. Deciding to make light of the conversation she sat forward, her lips curling up in a bright smile as realization crept across her face.
"Wait a minute, have you never had someone say they were proud of you before?"
The other woman's head snapped up in her direction, her eyes momentarily leaving the road to take in her best friends expression, realizing that she knew, not that she had made any attempt to hide it. It wasn't as if she had people realize this every day and had gotten used to the fact, finding no reason to try and hide this little fact about herself when nobody was even remotely interested. Until now. In moments Quinn had sussed her apprehension and if she was being completely honest she knew it was entirely true. She had never had someone tell her they were genuinely proud of her in a long time and she was caught off guard.
Gulping down she cleared her throat and focused back on the road. "No"
At the simple answer Quinn found her own smile growing even wider. "Come on, seriously?" She snorted, reaching over and playfully shoving her in the shoulder.
Santana couldn't hold in the strange sense of relief at how Quinn was making light of the situation and not pitying her like most people would. Then again, Quinn wasn't most people. It was refreshing and it was a clear sign that she could let go and make light of the situation herself. With that she glanced over at her friend once more before letting a light chuckle tumble from her lips. Once the sound made it free she felt her lips raise in a smile that only served to grow wider with each passing moment until it was a fully blown beam radiating across her face. It was only then that she realized she hadn't answered.
Quinn was ok with it though and was happy to see her loosen up a little after finding that it was a tense subject she had stumbled upon completely by accident. A few moments later, as Santana's grin lessened into a content smile she answered.
"No, sorry. I haven't really had people tell me they're proud of me, unless you count my abuela but we kinda didn't talk for eight years so you know..."
The blonde nodded. "I completely understand, well, as much as I can that is. Look at it on the bright side though, I'm here right now saying I'm proud of you and I'm sure there are a lot of people willing to say they're proud of you other than me, if you know what I mean"
Santana knew exactly who she meant – the crew along with their extended family including Blaine, Holly, Kurt, Kitty and Shelby. Just thinking about it it put her more at ease knowing that now she had some sort of support system, even in they weren't blood related. If there was one thing she had learnt early on it was that this crew was like a real family. A family all connected by the same thing – cars. On that shared mutual love and respect they had built a small group that were one of the most loyal racing crews Santana had ever come across. It was refreshing to be a part of and she was glad to be someone who somehow extended that family. Even if she was undercover for now, no matter how long it was going to last, she felt as if she was finally a part of something good. Something real. She was going to make the most of it as much as she could before that dreaded moment came and they found out what she was really doing, but for now she was content to just enjoy the fact that she had someone sat beside her who was truly proud of her and understood her like a best friend she had always craved and longed for.
Realizing she had spaced out for a moment she shook her head of her heavy-ish thoughts and focused back on the road. "Thanks" She replied lamely, not really knowing what else to say to such a meaningful statement.
Quinn just brushed it off, knowing in the same situation she probably wouldn't have known what to say either and decided to change the subject. "Anyway, I'm proud of you for getting back but what's happening next?"
"I've got another race"
"Yep, I know but who are you racing? Blaine wouldn't tell me"
The woman driving smirked as she turned left. "That's because I told him not to."
"But why?"
"Because it's a surprise"
"But I'm your best friend"
Glancing over at the blonde Santana knew she was playing the best friend card and if it was anybody else she probably wouldn't have given in but she took the bait willingly, happy to finally have a best friend to share things with. Grinning as she turned onto another street she glanced over once more at an excited-looking Quinn. Well, she was more than excited. If she was to really put her finger on how the blonde looked she would say she looked like a kid begging their parents to open their presents early on their birthday or Christmas.
Giving in a smile plastered itself across her face. "It's Sam"
"Really?"
"Yeah. Have you got some tips for me? I know you kind of have beef with him"
"That I do, and you're talking to the right woman, I promise you."
"Ok, spill the beans. What's up with you and pretty rich boy?"
Quinn scoffed at the name but decided to not comment on it and answer the question instead. "Me and Sam have been rivals ever since high school. I guess we were always at each other's throats from the start, he was on the football team where as I was on the basketball team."
"Ok, but surely that's not enough to hate your guts"
The blonde racer let out a breathless chuckle as Santana looked over at her. "Funny thing that"
"Why?"
"The reason Sam hates me so much is because I won against him at a small meet up that was being held by some random guy from Downtown. We had just started up the crew and we were making ourselves known and we raced each other. It wasn't that much of a challenge but then again he was borrowing his daddies car, no matter how expensive it may have been"
"What happened?"
"He underestimated what was under my hood and lost in a drag race. He hasn't forgiven me since"
"Because you beat him whilst he was in his daddies car?"
The other woman nodded as a satisfied grin broke out on her face. "Hell yeah, underestimated how bad exotics really are. Now every time he races me he gets pissed when he's behind. Then again, that's not very often"
"Why not?"
"Puck won't let him race me, not even in a tag team race. Sam gets so riled up that Puck knows he's not thinking straight so he hasn't let me race him in nearly two years"
"Two years?" Santana whistled in question, turning the truck onto another street. "That's a long time"
"I know"
"So, you want me to beat his ass so bad it hurts?"
When she was met with silence she turned her head to see Quinn grinning at her menacingly before she finally responded to her question. "Would I expect anything less?"
At the response Santana laughed as she pulled up outside Holly's shop, putting the car into park before turning it off. "Nope"
"Exactly"
They stepped out of the car and headed inside together, the ice cold blast of the air conditioning assaulting them as soon as they entered. Santana shivered a little but kept in step with her best friend as they started making their way towards the front desk where Holly was waiting for her next customer.
"So do you have any tips for me?"
"Not that I can think of. Just that Sam doesn't like to be behind, but what racer doesn't? Anyway, he likes playing dirty and he won't be afraid to trade paint as his daddies the one paying for the repairs. Just make sure you stay ahead, but not too far."
"Why not?"
Quinn smirked as they came to a stop at the desk. "Because it'll piss him off when he sees your tail-lights and he's not the one in your position. Just play with him a little for me and take off at the last minute to finish with a gap between you"
Santana nodded as she pocketed the keys to the truck, taking in all the information Quinn was feeding her. If anyone knew their stuff about Sam it was Quinn.
It was then that Holly cut in. "What'cha talking about girls?"
"Sam" Quinn replied, leaning up against the counter as Holly smiled.
"For the race on Friday?"
"Yep. I was just asking Quinn for some tips whilst I got filled in on their rivalry behind the wheel"
"Ah, one of the many lovely relationships we share with Puck's crew. Anything useful?"
"Just to make sure he can see for real that I'm ahead of him at all times, give him a nice view of the Supra's rear end whilst I tear up the road ahead"
Holly let out a loud bark as she flung her head back in amusement. "Quinn, you are a sneaky one! Good advice though, he does seem to hate seeing nothing but your rear bumper and spoiler. Anyway, you ladies here to pick up the stuff for the Beamer you're working on?"
"Yeah, Letty's got us on delivery service, even when we had work to do."
Holly smiled knowingly. "Let me guess, Mia was supervising with that little all-knowing clipboard of hers whilst she watched your girlfriends 'working' as well?"
Quinn let out a laugh in response, prompting Santana to join in as the blonde reached beneath the counter for the printed order slip. "Something like that"
"I'm not surprised. Anyhow, follow me to the back ladies and we'll get the parts you need so you can get back to 'work' as soon as possible"
Both women did as told and followed close behind as the store owner led them towards the large stock room that held every car part imaginable.
"So, where's Blaine today?"
"Oh, I gave him the day off" Holly answered as she rummaged around for the first item on the list.
"What for, if you don't mind me asking?"
Holly waved a dismissive hand back at Santana who had asked the question. "He hasn't had any time to spend with Kurt lately so I gave him the day off and they're out of town spending some quality time together, if you know what I mean"
Holly sent them a suggestive set of raised eyebrows before getting back to what she was doing before, leaving the two younger women to share a look with each other at the true meaning behind the comment. They both knew exactly what it meant and were sure that if they were too put in the same position they would jump at the opportunity to spend time alone with their girlfriend's. It was just finding time that was the problem.
A few seconds of staring at each other later Quinn shrugged, effectively ending the silent conversation so that they could focus on the other woman in the room who was still rummaging for some of their order.
"You want some help there H?"
"That would be great Q. S, you wanna help too?"
"Of course"
Mia looked up from where she was discussing stickers with Marley for another upcoming project. She smiled when she saw Santana and Quinn step out of the garage pick-up truck which had all of the items she had sent them out to get filling up the bed. Excusing herself she discarded her clipboard and made her way over to them where they were now opening the rear of the bed to get at the parts.
"Hey guys, need some help?"
"That would be great Mia"
The brunette smiled at Quinn just as Tina decided to help them as well. Between the four of them they unloaded the truck and as soon as they had all the parts laid out near the front of the garage Mia started assigning tasks to various people, everyone having been waiting on this delivery to finally get started.
Santana was stood over a small work bench near the back of the garage working on setting up the bracket for a single Nos bottle when she felt a pair of arms wrap around her waist. She felt the familiar limbs tighten as a head rested itself on her shoulder, hair much lighter than her own tickling her cheek.
"What'cha doing?"
Santana felt herself smile at the sound of the bubbly voice, continuing to work as she answered. "Getting ready to fit this Nos bracket. What about you?"
"Waiting for you to finish so I can start fitting some of the gauges before Rachel gets started with the upholstery mods."
"So I'm holding you up?"
"No, it just means I get more time to admire you"
"Oh, is that so?" Santana chuckled, finishing what she was doing.
"Something like that. Plus I figured you could help me with the fittings. Two pairs of hands are better than one and if I remember correctly with your Supra we got it done faster than I have ever been able to do just by myself."
Santana turned in her arms. "Well then, I guess you had better help me and we can get started huh?"
Brittany grinned cutely when she felt a kiss pressed to the end of her nose and watched as her girlfriend picked up the bright blue Nos bottle that had to be fixed in.
"Britt, can you grab the bracket?"
Doing as she was told she picked up the important item and followed Santana over to the car that was parked in the main work area by the front of the garage. She slid into the right side back passenger seat of the M5 and Santana slid into the adjacent one across from her.
"So, what are we doing?"
"We're fitting this bracket in between these back two seats. Rach removed them so I could get in and do my thing and she's adjusting the seats as we speak. We have to make it tight and secure. You ready?"
Looking up and over at the Latina she called her girlfriend she nodded and smiled. "Of course"
"Then let's get to it."
Santana momentarily reached up to wipe the sweat from her brow. It was an exceptionally hot day in the city and she was pretty sure that everybody else in the garage was feeling the heat just as much as she was. Usually it was a lot cooler inside due to the shade but for some reason the heat was getting inside the garage and effecting their work. Today really wasn't the day to be trying to wire a complex Nos system into a car where the space under the hood was crowded by two other people. Both her, Letty and Dani were all trying to do their jobs all at the same time to try and finish before the deadline they had been given but the temperature and close quarters were definitely not helping.
Luckily Brittany had seen this and the moment her girlfriend had stopped momentarily to take a break from her hard work she was bounding over to her with an ice cold drink straight from their drinks refrigerator.
"Baby"
Santana looked up at the sound of her new nickname and smiled when she saw Brittany, clad in a pair of short jean shorts and her garage shirt, bounding over to her with a bright blue can in hand. "Hey, what's this for?"
Brittany handed her the can and waited for her to take a sip before replying. "I wanted to make sure you were hydrated"
Looking up from the ice cold Nos can she let a smile spread across her face before leaning in. "Thank you"
"My pleasure" She responded just as their lips met.
When Santana pulled away she kept her hand firmly planted on Brittany's hip whilst the free one clutched her drink, both women looking out the main door when Quinn pulled up next to her Supra and stepped out alongside Rachel. Both girls linked hands before making their way into the garage to greet the rest of the crew with the food they had just picked up from Shelby's.
"Hey guys" Quinn greeted, in turn being acknowledged by a various round of out-of-sync 'hello's' and 'hi's'.
Once they had handed out the food and enjoyed a well-deserved lunch break Letty waited until the trash had been cleared and they were ready to get back to work to make an announcement.
"Q, grab your car"
She looked at her leader in confusion. "Why?"
"Just get it"
Knowing she left no room for debate the blonde did as she was told and fished her car keys from her pocket before moving back out into the yard to hop into her Skyline. Moments later she was backing it into the empty space to the right of the car they had been working on all day. When she got out she sent a questioning look directed at her leader which only made the Latina laugh loudly.
Chuckling she walked over to the blonde driver and clapped a hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry Q. I just needed to get it in here"
"Yeah, but what for?" She asked, still clearly very confused.
Rachel then decided it was time to step in, walking over and placing a comforting kiss on her cheek. "Because you're racing"
"Wait, I am?" She questioned, her head snapping back around to look at Letty who was grinning at her in amusement.
"Yep. Tonight against Sam"
"But how? I thought Santana was racing"
"I am, but you are too. I asked Letty for permission after our conversation earlier this week. I figured if we bombard Puck with this last minute he can't back out and by then Sam will be desperate to race you."
Quinn gaped at her friend. "Are you sure? I wouldn't be crashing your party right?"
"Hell no. The more the better. Anyway, we haven't really got a chance to properly race together against Puck's crew yet."
"Yep, and now with that sorted let's get to work on these tune-ups. Dani, clear this car out of the way so Santana can back up her Supra next to Quinn's Skyline. This afternoon we're taking a break from our project."
Shrugging at her still-gaping friend Santana pressed a kiss to Brittany's lips and made her way out towards her car, happy that she was able to surprise her best friend. It just proved that she had been listening the other day and she wanted to give Quinn the chance to hack it out with Sam, even if it was a tag team race. This was her thank you for being there for her since she first joined the crew.
Holly smiled as she heard a familiar engine outside her shop. Looking up from where she was highlighting various items to restock she watched as her girlfriend stepped out of her Camaro with a pair of sunglasses planted firmly on her face, her luscious wavy brunette hair framing her face as the late afternoon glow added to her already blinding looks. She continued to watch as Shelby pocketed her keys and headed for the entrance, stepping into the cool but empty shop, except for Holly that is. Smiling she lent forward and rested her elbows atop the service counter as she approached.
"Can I help you with something Miss...?"
"Corcoran. And yes, you could. I was wondering if my super hot girlfriend was available to talk?"
Holly grinned at the innocent role-play but decided to play along anyway. "Well, I don't know about hot but I'm pretty sure I'm looking at a pretty lady myself"
Shelby smiled at her lover's goofy grin and broke character, "Pretty lady, really?"
The other woman shrugged in response, her happy expression never faltering. "What can I say?" She shrugged, "Just stating the facts"
Rolling her eyes at her cheesy flattery she couldn't help but continue to grin as she lent in to press a sweet kiss to the sappy blonde's lips. "You know you're really sappy right?"
"Hmm, I've been told on many an occasion"
Shelby moved to pull away but was kept in place by a firm hand hooking around the back of her neck, only serving to make her giggle. "Hey! Where are you going?"
The brunette smiled against the blonde's lips. "Hmm, nowhere right now"
Before Holly could respond Shelby had unceremoniously hopped up over the counter so that she was sat right in front of her, the blonde now positioned between her legs.
Her dazed expression didn't last for long though. "Ah, Miss Corcoran. Don't you think things are moving just a little too fast? I mean, we've only just met"
Shelby gripped hold of her girlfriend's face and looked directly into her eyes. "Just shut up and kiss me"
Santana checked her watch as she lent up against the hood of her Supra. Brittany watched from her place next to her as the Latina then adjusted her grey and black snap-back. Once Santana's arms had fallen back down to her sides she slid closer and pressed a kiss to her cheek, drawing a cute smile from the other woman. Santana turned to her girlfriend and placed a quick kiss on her lips just as Quinn walked up, Rachel seemingly attached to her arm.
Quinn frowned. "He's late"
"Don't need to tell me twice" Santana replied as she sat up a little straighter.
"Do you think he chickened out?" Brittany asked.
"I don't think so" Rachel answered, her gaze directed towards Shelby's Camaro that had just pulled up.
When Shelby and Holly had exited the car they waved at Letty before walking over to where the four women were surrounding Santana's Supra.
"Sorry we're late" Shelby apologized, hugging Santana.
"Don't worry about it. You didn't need to come anyway"
"Yeah, but where's the fun in that?" Holly grinned, leaning in. "Hi" She whispered as she and the Latina embraced.
"Yeah, we wouldn't miss it for the world Santana. We said we were gonna be here to support you and that's what we're doing. Who are you racing anyway?"
"Didn't Holly tell you?"
Shelby shot her lover a questioning glance. "No, I don't think she did"
The blonde in question shrugged in response. "I guess it slipped my mind. It's been a busy week"
"That it has. Anyway, wasn't he supposed to be here yet?" Shelby asked, wrapping an arm around her girlfriend's waist.
"He was"
"He is" Rachel reiterated just as Puck's crew were just pulling up.
"Aww, and I was hoping I would get an automatic win." Quinn joked, making everybody laugh.
"Somehow Q, I don't think that was gonna happen" Holly grinned, in turn wrapping an arm around Shelby's shoulders.
The younger blonde shrugged. "Can't blame a girl for hoping"
"True"
It was then that Letty walked over to them with the rest of the crew in tow as Sam pulled up next to the blue Supra at the start line. It wasn't long before Puck walked over to them, his own drivers in tow.
"Good, everybody's here." Blaine started, stepping in between the two crew leaders just in case something happened between them. "First of all, I want pink slips" Sam reached into his pocket from his place beside his girlfriend and handed the race organizer the required documents. Santana did the same before he continued. "Okay, last point of business is a slight change of plans"
Puck frowned. "What do you mean, 'change of plans'?"
Quinn stepped forwards so that she was stood beside Santana. "I'm racing tonight alongside Santana"
"Yes, which means that you have to pick another driver"
"But this wasn't part of the understanding we had!"
"I'm sorry but I can't help you on that. I'm the race organizer and if I want to change things I will. That means that for once Quinn can have a chance to race Sam, something that you would never let her do otherwise. This was the only way to let our drivers have a fair chance at facing each other and maybe they need to hash it out on the track before they end up doing something they'll regret"
"Yeah, and finally I can have a chance at beating her ass" Sam piped up, making Quinn roll her eyes.
Puck sighed and seemed to sag a little. "Fine"
"Just know that any drivers other than Santana and Sam don't have to hand over their pink slips. I'm standing by the original rules but anybody who wasn't part of the original agreement are not abiding by the pink slip rule so I suggest you pick out another driver"
Everybody seemed to notice the immediate change in his demeanour, Santana especially. She could tell he was relieved that his crew might only be losing one car tonight instead of two. If it were up to her she would say he was actually fearful of Letty's crew, her and Quinn especially now that he knew exactly how good she was behind the wheel. She just hoped Sam didn't do anything stupid. That bright yellow DB9 was coming home with her tonight.
It took a few moments before he came to a decision. "Chang you're up"
"Ok, everybody to their cars. Let's get this thing started."
At Blaine's instructions everybody started to disperse and Quinn moved to her car, pulling the yellow Skyline up next to Santana's Supra. Mike did the same beside Sam and when they were ready Santana hopped into her car, rolling down the window as Brittany approached.
The blonde smiled sweetly as she lent in through the window. "Good luck" She whispered, gravitating in for a kiss.
Santana gladly accepted the offer of affection and kissed back. "Thank you"
Meanwhile Rachel glanced over at the other couple before looking back at her own girlfriend, a smile crossing her face at the thought that Quinn was actually her girlfriend now and not just a friend any more. It meant she could do this, pressing a kiss to the other street racers lips. "Good luck Quinn"
"Thanks"
"My pleasure" She whispered, pressing their lips together softly once more just because she could. "Just win tonight"
Quinn nodded as she watched her and Brittany make their way back over to where Letty was stood with Mia, Dani, Blaine and Kurt. Blaine soon made his way over to them and held up a white bandanna. "Who's gonna start the race?"
"I think you should do it" Mia suggested.
"You do?"
"Yeah. Go ahead" Letty reassured just as she wrapped an arm around her girlfriend's shoulders.
Blaine nodded and with a kiss to his cheek from Kurt he smiled and made his way over to the center of the road. Santana and Quinn shared a knowing look with each other, nodding, before the race organizer held up his arm with the bandanna clutched tightly in hand. He turned his gaze to Quinn and pointed, the blonde nodding she was ready before moving on to the next driver, Santana also nodding to signify she was ready to start. He did the same with Sam and Mike and everybody watched from the sidelines as all four cars roared and revved in anticipation for him to wave his flag to finally start the race.
The tension was high and as she glanced over at Sam Santana knew that both him and Mike would make it hard for her and Quinn to get ahead, not that that bothered her much. She was ready for anything and more hyped up than ever. She had never been so eager to prove that she had what it takes to come back from what they had put her through.
That being said, as soon as Blaine started counting down from three to one her heart rate increased, her focus intensifying in a millisecond as the sound of raw engine power rung in her ears and the smell of Nos filled her nose. One hand gripped the wheel tightly whilst the other rested on top of the gear shifter. She was ready.
A few short seconds later and all four cars were racing off the line as Blaine dropped to the floor taking the bandanna with him.
Their cars roared to life as they quickly shifted up gears, all four vehicles clearly showing their power as they already started the immediate for first place. The people back at the start line watched from their phones and tablets as Santana's car pulled around the first corner at high speed, the tuner slightly drifting as the Latina expertly handled the immense power of the car around the tight turn. Sam and Quinn followed close behind, Sam slightly ahead of his rival as Mike took up the rear in last place. Santana watched through her rear-view mirror as Sam caught up on the short straight, the power of his expensive engine rearing it's ugly head as he aimed to get first place.
Luckily there was another turn but as soon as she had pulled through it he was right back beside her, completely ignoring the fact that Quinn was right on his tail, not quite pushing her Skyline to it's true potential. She had a plan and Santana knew it, she just didn't know exactly what it was.
When she pulled onto another straight Santana grabbed the walkie talkie strewn on her passenger seat. Making sure to pay close attention to the race she radioed through to Quinn who was right behind Sam putting on the pressure.
"Q, keep him boxed in. I have an idea"
"What are you thinking?"
"Just trust me."
"Ok"
Nodding to herself she threw the radio back to the passenger seat and then focused on sliding around another corner, making sure to come out fast onto another straight leg of road. As soon as both Sam and Quinn's headlights appeared back in her rear-view mirror she put her plan into motion. She eased her foot off the accelerator peddle just a little, enough to let Sam catch up to her and as soon as she blocked him in she made sure to stay close as he swerved whilst trying to put her into second place. With her car in position it was if Quinn automatically understood what needed to be done, shifting up a gear and pulling up right behind the yellow DB9. She kept exactly in sync with Sam's movements as he swerved left and right, watching as Santana was unrelenting in letting him past. She could see from how close she was just how pissed of Sam was getting through his rear-view mirror, knowing that any moment he would crack, exactly what Santana had intended.
It was instant. In a split second Sam swerved too far to the right and momentarily lost control, enough to let Quinn take the opportunity presented to her. She knew this was Santana's race, her chance to win pink slips but she was giving up her chance at winning to let Quinn kick her rivals butt. She couldn't have asked for a better friend.
Back to the race at hand, her training kicked in from their practice day, and as if reading the slight movements of Santana's car she could tell she was telling her to take over. So, shifting up a gear she let the true power of her Skyline show as she sped into first place, Santana happily taking second as she watched her friend get a leg up on the competition.
Knowing what she was doing she slowed down and not caring that she had done this on purpose Sam sped past her into second place to chase after Quinn. That's when Santana spotted Mike's Impreza fast approaching, a new job taking precedence over actually winning. She may have given up the top spot for now but she had complete faith in Quinn that she wouldn't let her down.
Now with the new job she picked up her radio once more. "Q, I'll keep Mike out of your hair. Go show Sam what the Los Bandoleros are all about!"
"Haha, that's what I'm talking about baby! Thanks S, I owe you one"
"Yeah yeah, just kick his butt"
"Hell yeah I will!"
Once they had both signed off Santana focused back on the task at hand as Mike tried overtaking her, the Asian man thinking she was now easy pickings. He laughed as she let him over take her but as they passed around two more corners and he was still laughing, his grin dissipated as she merely shifted up a gear, her car clearly more powerful as it caught up in a matter of a few split seconds.
His grin seemed to fall even further as Santana laughed in his direction as she purposely kept her speed regulated to make sure they drove side by side. Letting out a loud laugh she shook her head as she shifted up, the Supra roaring as she put her foot down to the floor, the car clearly much more powerful than Mike had initially anticipated compared to his baby. The again, the Impreza never had a chance against the Supra that had had so much work and love put into it. Santana guessed that Puck cared more about winning than what his crew had under their hoods, and that's what was making it easy for Letty's team to take the lead whenever they wanted to.
With Santana now back in third place up ahead Quinn was crossing the start line marking that the final lap was under-way. Santana caught up and as she crossed the line herself, her speed catching her crew all off guard on the side of the road as they watched, she caught sight of the rear tail-lights of Sam's DB9 as they turned into a corner. It wasn't until they had cleared a few more turns that Santana grabbed her radio.
"Q, I have an idea"
"Hit me S"
"You know how he doesn't like seeing the ass end of your Skyline?"
Although the Latina couldn't see it Quinn smiled knowingly, pretty sure she knew what was coming. "What do you have in mind?"
Back on the start line Rachel and Brittany frowned as they watched Quinn and Santana's camera's though an iPad. "What are they doing?" Rachel pondered, watching as both women slowed down, Mike and Sam taking first and second place, Quinn in third and Santana unexpectedly in last.
"There's no way Mike's Impreza is better than Santana's Supra. It's just not."
Rachel nodded along with her best friends comment. "Exactly, especially Quinn's Skyline. They're way better than Sam and Mike's cars"
"You bet your ass they are. Do you think they're having mechanical problems?" Holly asked from her place beside Shelby.
Before anybody could answer the blonde's question Puck laughed over at them from where he was watching the race on his own iPad. "Hey, Ortiz! Looks like your girls aren't as good as you thought they were!"
Ignoring the rival crew boss Letty's face remained emotionless as she watched Santana and Quinn's dashboard cams. Wheels turning in her head she muttered under her breath, "What are you doing girls?"
It was coming up to the last few turns and everybody at the finish line on Letty's crew were getting more and more nervous by the second. Santana and Quinn had stayed solidly in third and fourth place, Sam and Mike now dominating the race that they originally thought they might lose. Now they were ahead and already celebrating, happy to be on top for once. Their ignorance made Santana laugh as she grabbed her radio.
"Fabray, you ready to do this?"
"Yep, give me the word."
Pulling up beside her blonde best friend Santana looked over at her as she spoke into the radio. "Let's do this"
Quinn laughed as she glanced over at Santana. "Hell yes!"
Nodding Santana kept pace with the Skyline as they both sped up, now only one corner left before the end. Cutting it close they sped up more so that they were right on Mike and Sam's tails as they entered the turn. Santana kept near-perfect control as she pressed her foot down, a power slide Brittany would have been immensely proud of had she not been worried that Santana might actually end up losing her car they had all worked so hard on.
Keeping only the task at hand at the forefront of her mind Santana watched as Quinn kept in sync with her. The Skyline slid into the turn not close behind her and per Santana's instructions instead of going in tightly like she normally would she sped in wide, the two tuner cars sliding around the rival crew at high speed. Knowing the timing had to be perfect though Quinn made sure that she focused on Santana, the rear tail-lights of the Supra the only thing she was really focusing on, the two other cars only mildly keeping her attention so that she didn't crash.
She didn't have to wait very long as in split seconds Santana's voice was bursting through her radio. "Go Q! Go! Go! Go!"
The people at the finish line watched with baited breath as the two women worked together, Santana sliding out of the way as Quinn slid in between Mike and Sam as they came out of the corner. Taking her opportunity as her best friend temporarily set the other two racers back she hammered her foot to the floor, shifting up into a higher gear as she made the final sprint to the finish. Luckily Quinn had kept her control, the yellow Skyline seemingly roaring with unprecedented pride as she she slid back into a straight line around Sam. Her car followed closely behind Santana's and they both crossed the line, the two women taking first and second place whilst Sam came in third and Mike came in last.
Everybody was in shock at the sudden turn around but as the shock quickly wore off they realized it had been their plan all along. Santana and Quinn had purposely fallen behind giving Sam and Mike a false sense of security and just like they had expected they had both fallen for it hook line and sinker, and Puck wasn't happy.
"Hey, what the hell was that?!" He growled, storming over to where Santana was just getting out of her car.
The Latina shrugged in response as she adjusted the snap-back on her head. "Winning"
"You know what I'm talking about!"
"I'm sure we don't. We won fair and square" Quinn joined, stepping up next to her best friend.
Puck growled as Blaine and the others surrounded them. "She's right, they won fair and square. You also know the rules; Sam hands over the keys."
"Fine"
Looking expectantly at his driver Puck watched on as Sam did as he was told, handing Santana the keys to his prized possession.
Puck growled once again as he pulled out his phone as soon as he was back in his car, quickly entering a number he knew by heart. Glancing over at his rival crew he didn't even give the person on the other end of the line chance to speak. "This had better fucking stop!" He abruptly ended the call split seconds later before firing up his car.
Santana grinned as him and the rest of his crew sped away, then turning to Quinn with the DB9 keys held up. "Here, take it for a test drive"
"You sure?" The blonde grinned back, raising an eyebrow at the proposition.
Nodding Santana placed the keys in the palm of her hand. "Yeah, just be back before bed time"
Quinn laughed and pulled her into a hug before turning to Rachel, throwing her the keys to her Skyline. "Babe, wanna go for a drive?"
Smiling Rachel nodded. "Hell yeah"
Brittany laughed at the other couples cuteness before approaching her own girlfriend, wrapping her arms around her neck. "Well done. You had me worried there for a minute"
"I did?" Santana teased, wrapping her arms around her waist and pulling her front flush to her own, not caring about who else was watching.
Brittany nodded as she pressed her lips softly against Santana's, the Latina feeling her smile. "Hmm, but I guess I should have known you had something up your sleeve. You always do"
Santana chuckled as she swayed them slightly on the spot. "Yeah, you have a lot to learn. There's a lot you don't know about me"
"Ha! I guess I'm gonna have to make it my goal to learn then?"
"Yeah, I guess so"
They pressed their lips together once more softly, not caring that they had probably attracted an audience by now. It wasn't until Brittany felt her butt come into contact with the drivers side door of Santana's Supra that they were interrupted by someone clearing their throat.
"I'm sorry to break this wonderful show up but I think we'd better get out of here before the cops show up."
Santana frowned over at Blaine, broken out of her intense glare by Dani as the others started making their way back to their cars. "Yeah, keep it in your pants Lopez."
Sticking up a finger at the blonde street racer Santana rolled her eyes. The other woman let out a loud cackle in response as she headed over to where her Ford was parked next to Tina's 350z.
"Lopez, what are you doing now?" Letty asked, her car keys in hand as she stood next to her Plymouth.
Shrugging she tightened her hold on Brittany's waist. "It's date night"
Not needing to hear any more Letty nodded as she unlocked her car. "Ok, well you're free to do what you want but we'll be at the house"
"Cool, we'll see you guys later"
With a nod in Santana and Brittany's direction Letty proceeded to get into her car, Mia following and as soon as the crew had pulled onto the road and they were left on their own Santana smiled at her back at girlfriend, pressing her up against the car once more.
"Date night?"
"Hmm, what do you think?"
"I think you owe me dinner"
"Oh, and whys that?"
"For scaring me. I thought for sure you were gonna lose the Supra"
Smirking into a kiss Santana felt Brittany's arms tighten around her neck, the blonde letting out a small whimper as they were pressed even more intimately together. "I guess that's fair play."
A few moments later Brittany tried pulling away, panting as their lips finally broke their intense dance with each other. "Mmm, as much as I really like this I think we'd better do as Blaine said. The cops may get here any second"
She felt Santana mumble against her neck in response. "I'm kinda content staying just were I am"
Brittany let out a breathy chuckle as she pushed her girlfriend back slightly by the shoulder so that they could speak face to face. "As much as I do too, I think we'd better go. Although, I'd to continue this later after our date, preferably with a bed underneath us and a little more privacy."
Santana raised an eyebrow. "You promise?"
"Yes"
The blonde sealed the deal with a soft kiss to the Latina's lips before sliding out from her place up against the door. As much as she hated the sudden loss of heat she was pretty sure that things would be just as intense when they resumed later on as promised. She just hoped she didn't have to wait very long before they did. Before sliding into the passenger seat of the Supra Santana caught her attention.
"Is Breadstix good for you?"
TBC