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Hey guys this update is quite long but I just wanted to warn you that even though it is it doesn't have multiple scenes, it's only really one, but I won't tell you, you need to read it to find out exactly what it's about.
Anyway, with that said I hope I've done some justice to this and I will be back next week with a very special update so I hope you delight in this intense chapter.
Thank you to all my reviewers and what not, I still appreciate all of the feedback and love you all still give me! :D
(P.S. Just a side note – this chapter hasn't been fully read through yet so if there are any mistakes with spelling and grammar I apologize but that's the reason why. I will probably go through it at some point but for now take it as it is)
It was late afternoon as a gathering of cars grew in a familiar back alley Downtown. It was getting close to sunset but despite the fact that night was fast approaching the air in the alley was buzzing. It was electric as more and more people arrived, their cars lining the sides of the road, excited to watch the race of the year, possibly of the decade. Music thumped loudly through a set of large trunk speakers, everybody waiting anxiously as the seconds ticked by and counted down to the arrival of the two racers.
Puck was the first to arrive, the rest of his crew all loaded into their shared pick-up as they followed him into the throng of people. Blaine watched as he parked up at the marked out start line, Kurt stood beside him with his arms crossed and shaking his head. Blaine chuckled at his boyfriend as he clutched his walkie talkie tightly in one hand, the other clenched almost painfully at his side. Even though he was usually the perfect picture of calm right now he couldn't help but get a little nervous, it was a big night and he considered Puck's opponent something similar to a sister now. He was worried for her but he was determined not to let Puck and the rest of his crew see that he was even a little nervous or else Puck would get cocky and he knew that would squash Santana's advantage. Right now she had him right where she wanted him, nervous, and she needed that leg up if she was gonna have any chance of winning, not that he doubted her abilities in the least bit.
Speaking of, he watched as Puck leant up against the hood of his Charger, quietly conversing with Brody. When he heard the tell tale sounds of a group of cars approaching he turned to see a familiar sight, although this time there was someone different heading the pack.
At the front of the group of cars, each individual driving their own, was a familiar ice blue Supra, it's engine purring as people parted to make way for their arrival. Puck turned and watched as Santana pulled up next to his car, the Latina stepping out and shaking the hands of some of the people stood near her. She grinned over at him before turning back to her crew, plus Holly and Shelby, now all parked up next to Blaine's Porsche in a perfect row, all ten cars a sight to see as they boasted the fact that they hadn't lost a single race so far, a testament to what was about to go down. Even Kitty had tagged along with Dani to watch the big event. Usually she would have stayed working but tonight was special and she wanted to support Santana any way that she could.
Now all in position Blaine made his way to the front of the two cars that would be going head to head, everybody getting the idea and gathering around him. Santana leant up against her car, mirroring Puck, whilst Brittany stood beside her, an arm wrapped around the blonde's waist whilst she wrapped an arm around the Latina's shoulders in return. Letty stood on the other side of Santana proudly Blaine took it as his cue to begin, unable to stop the grin from forming on his face as he thought about how this had been a long time coming.
A few months ago he was greeting this mystery woman he didn't know and introducing her into their world, watching as she blew away the competition and earned the attentions of the two biggest crews in the city. Now here she was sat waiting for what would surely be her biggest race yet, her biggest challenge yet. She was going up against one of the best, she had worked so hard to make it this far and now here was the beginning. He just hoped for her sake that she could keep that composure behind the wheel. It wasn't going to be easy, especially against someone like Puck.
A stark contrast to those few months ago Santana couldn't help but pay attention to the way that her stomach seemed to knot itself and toss and turn and flip in nervousness. She had the upper hand but it did nothing in the way of assuaging her nerves which had been slowly building over the past week, ever since they had set the date. She had practised as much as she could, running through with Letty what would happen but it was nothing compared to the real thing, right now, Blaine explaining the rule she could probably recite from memory if asked to. Nevertheless her girlfriend's presence beside her was enough to allow her to focus on the talking being done and she tuned herself in in case she missed anything she hadn't been told before.
"So we all know what should be happening and you should be familiar with the rules. First race is a package race. You pick up packages at various points which will be loaded into your GPS' and the first person to make it to the finish with all of their packages is the winner. There's no fixed route and the only rule is finish first. As soon as the directions are loaded into your cars we'll get started. Now, I would like your pink slips."
Santana pulled hers from her back pocket and Blaine took them from her whilst she stayed sat. She watched as Puck did the same from his leaning position before focusing back on Blaine.
"Ok, everybody can talk amongst themselves for a few minutes whilst we get the GPS' in order"
"Good luck S" Quinn smiled, squeezing Santana's shoulder.
"Yeah, do me proud" Letty smiled, clapping the younger Latina on the shoulder.
When the crew were done wishing her good luck Brittany took a step back before reaching down to grab her hand and pull her around to the side of her car whilst Blaine and Kurt set up the GPS. Santana frowned as Brittany pushed her backwards, not forcefully, just enough for her to get the idea to lean up against the side. As soon as she was the blonde stepped closer, their fronts almost flush together as she linked her arms around the Latina's neck loosely.
Still frowning Santana wrapped her arms around her waist anyway. "You ok?"
Despite sighing Brittany nodded. "Yeah, there were one too many prying eyes over there"
Santana glanced over the behind the blonde's shoulder not seeing any people and then craned her head around in the direction of Brittany's gaze, spotting Rory staring straight back at her. Rolling her eyes and shaking her head she turned back to her girlfriend, purposely squeezing to get her to look back at her.
"You sure that's the only reason?" She asked with a raised eyebrow.
Brittany couldn't help but answer at the tone of voice. It was futile to try and keep anything from the other woman, especially since they had said those three words to each other, not that she objected to the idea of sharing everything with the other woman who currently had her wrapped in a tight and loving embrace despite where they were.
"Yes, I just wanted a few moments alone with you before you had to go"
"I know you're worried"
Brittany's head seemed to snap up at the comment, her eyes widening just visibly enough to make Santana laugh. "But how..."
This time Santana let out a full blown laugh. "I know you Britt. You don't have to worry, I'll be fine"
"Yeah, tell me that when you've crossed the line. Do you have to do this?"
"Yes. I have no other choice"
Brittany could see how serious she was being. If it was her she would have backed out but with what had happened, Puck and his crew putting her in the hospital, she knew that Santana was set on doing this and you couldn't convince her otherwise. So, deciding not to drag this out due to limited time and wanting to keep Santana's mind focused she decided to cut the conversation short.
She tightened her arms around the other woman's neck so that they were much closer and pressed their lips together softly. When she pulled away, her own eyes slowly opening she smiled when she saw Santana's opening too. She leant forward once again and connected their lips together once again, this time with a smile planted firmly on them.
Pulling back she let out a breath she didn't know she had been holding. "Just be careful ok?"
Santana made she was looking straight into her eyes before replying. "Of course," She whispered, a flutter of a smile on her lips as she squeezed the blonde's waist a second time. "I have something important waiting on the finish line for me"
Brittany giggled at the comment, a sudden shyness coming over her. Before she could respond Blaine was stepping out of the Supra. "It's all ready Santana"
The Latina nodded and waited until he had made his way over to where Kurt was finishing up with Puck's Charger and turned back to her girlfriend. "I guess that's my call huh?"
"Yeah, I guess..."
Brittany reluctantly stepped back, immediately missing the warmth that was the other woman and watched as she moved towards the open car door. Santana hesitated though, stopping herself before she slid in and turning as she lent her scarred arm on top of the door. She turned her head back to look at Brittany.
"There is one more thing though..." Brittany looked at her expectantly. "I love you"
Brittany felt her heart flutter at the sound of those three words, unable to keep herself from beaming at the way it made her feel. She was powerless to stop herself from taking those few steps forward, none of her attempts successful at stopping herself as she connected their lips together again, a need deep within her to kiss Santana's lips to show the other woman in a physical way that she loved her. Santana didn't object as she let herself take those few long seconds to enjoy Brittany's lips against her own.
She watched as Brittany pulled away, how she bit her kiss swollen lips as she tried to keep herself from taking things any further for fears that she couldn't stop. Instead she just cupped the Latina's face with both hands and smiled.
"I love you too."
Santana smiled and pecked her forehead before getting into her car, pulling closed the door behind her. As soon as she was in Brittany leant in, her arms crossed over her chest. "Good luck"
Santana nodded with a smile as she buckled up her race harness, gripping the steering wheel in a sign that she was ready. She glanced over at Brittany and nodded again. "Thanks babe"
With that Brittany made her way back over to the crew, standing next to her best friend. "Santana ok?" Rachel asked.
Brittany nodded as she watched the woman she loved getting herself ready. "Yep."
Blaine saw that both Puck and Santana were itching to get going so he moved in front of the cars to his usual starting position, his signature white bandanna clutched in his hands. He looked over at Matt who nodded, the police window clear, and then to the two racers in front of him.
"We'll be at the finish line waiting. Santana, you ready?" A loud rev in response. "Puck, you ready?" Another rev. "Ok, on your marks..."
Santana glanced over at Puck as Blaine began the countdown, both of them revving their engines loudly in preparation of what was to come. They broke their intense staring contest the moment Blaine said go, both racers shooting off the line as if they were bullets from the loaded chamber of a machine gun.
The smell of burning rubber instantly filled the nostrils of everybody stood nearby, all opting to ignore it in favour of watching the two cars pull away at the speed of light, or something very close to it.
Santana subconsciously shifted up a gear, her Supra matching the pace of the Charger. She watched ahead as a station wagon came towards them in the opposite direction. Puck easily dodged it and she followed his line, the car blaring it's horn as she narrowly passed by it. The dash towards the first package pick up was quick, as to get them both on their way for the rest of the race.
Santana squealed to a stop next to Puck, two people (Blaine's usual helpers) threw in a package the size of a book through their open passenger side windows. As soon as it hit the seat Santana was pulling away, Puck seconds behind her. As she took a glance at her GPS and then at the package she had just received she couldn't help but think about how similar it looked to a drug pack, wrapped in nothing but brown tape. Shaking her head she focused back on the road and could see out the corner of her eye as Puck stayed glued to her side.
Two more pick-ups went off without a hitch and as they sharply turned onto another street Santana recounted in her where she was in the race. They were half way through and were both neck and neck, both of them making it hard for the other to even get close to gaining a foothold in first position.
Puck growled as they fast approached the next pick up location, deciding it was now or never to try and get into the lead before Santana got something over him. His eyes flickered over to the blue Toyota to his left, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly before making his move. In an instant he was flipping up the cover, arming the two large blue aluminium bottles in the place of his back seats and pressing down on the fire button.
His car lurched forward in a raw boost of speed and Santana watched as he took the lead, something she had patted herself on the back for not letting him get. Now she knew the race was really on and she had to be the one there, she had to replace him before it was too late. She knew it would have to wait though, deciding to bring the heat when they had picked up the next package.
As soon as she did she was right back on his tail, knowing that if he wasn't swerving to continuously block her she could pull up beside him. It carried on like this towards the next blip on the map. Santana making sure it wasn't easy to maintain his lead, knowing that at some point he would eventually break, she just had to wait patiently no matter how much she hated being in second place, but then again, what street racer didn't?
Brittany watched from their new location at the finish line with baited breath as the two racers came to a quick stop, both of them already on their way to the final location in seconds. It was getting tense the longer Puck stayed in first, the blonde biting her nails nervously as she watched through her girlfriend's dashboard camera as she stayed feet away from the rear of the black Charger. It didn't help that across from them Puck's crew were gathered around their own devices, cheering and jabbing comments over at her and everybody else, especially Letty. The older Latina had learned to brush it off, not even showing any signs at all that it bothered her. She was more interested in watching how Santana was actually doing, keeping up with her rival crew leader and doing a pretty good job of it too.
"Do you think she can pull it off?" Kitty asked.
"Of course she can!" Marley exclaimed, her gaze briefly leaving her girlfriend's iPad to look over at the blonde bartender.
"Hell yeah, Santana has got this in the bag"
Mia nodded along with Quinn. "Of course she has"
"I wouldn't expect anything else" Holly added, effectively closing the line of comments in favour of focusing back on the race.
Santana scanned the GPS and looked back ahead, seeing Puck slowly pulling away. She had two options, keep on him or take a detour. The logical decision was to go ahead and stay stuck to him like glue in the hopes that she'd catch an opening and win at the last minute but when did she ever do anything by the rules when it came to racing, especially when it was for pink slips? She couldn't help but laugh to herself despite how serious the situation was. Tonight she wasn't going to play it safe, no doubt how Puck expected her to play this, instead she was going to push her limits even if it was dangerous. Tonight was the night that she proved you didn't fuck with Santana Lopez, especially when it came to driving.
She knew everybody else would be watching, expecting her predictable move, she swerved to the left onto the opposite street. Puck frowned as she disappeared suddenly but it didn't take long before he just shrugged and grinned, thinking he already had it in the bag. Letty and the crew frowned and couldn't help but wonder what she was thinking, knowing that she had put everything on the line for a sudden move.
Brittany felt her heart beat rapidly in her chest, fearing that it just might explode or beat right out, probably both, if Santana didn't reveal what she was doing. Thinking that he had won Puck laughed as he pressed his foot down, seeing the finishing smoke not that far away from him, probably a quarter mile or so away.
What he didn't see coming was someone flying above him. His brows crinkled in confusion as it quickly revealed itself, swerving violently to the left in the fear of being hit. Timed just right Santana flew down from the alleyway above, much like the night she had raced Mercedes, and used all of her drifting skills to keep from sliding out of control, instead sliding into control. Puck couldn't believe his eyes as he watched the rear end of the tuner car straighten up just in front of him, his Charger much slower than it had been when he thought he was winning when she wasn't in sight. He reacted quickly though, shifting back up into a higher gear, the back end of the Charger sliding violently as he fought for control, managing to get it and pull up beside the other racer.
In this moment, so close from the finish line, he could have ended it there and then and activated his second burst of Nos but he wanted something else. They briefly glanced at each other, the quick look enough to come to a silent agreement, even if they were battling for the top spot. Refraining from activating her own Nos Santana just pressed her foot down further on the pedal as far as it would go instead, both of them deciding to fight for this with raw power without the added help from the Nos bottles they both had installed in their vehicles.
Both cars, tuner and muscle alike, sounded like beasts as they thundered towards the finish line, everybody in the crowd watching with baited breath as they fast approached, the winner not clear. Not a full blown drag race, it was enough to jump Blaine into action, the race organizer rushing to the edge of the side-walk, him and Shelby ready to catch which one actually crossed the line first on camera.
Not caring that anybody else was there watching them, crew and crowd alike, Santana and Puck felt as if it was only them, just the two racers battling for the coveted top spot that would give them the much needed leg up before the next race. Everything became a blur as their speed grew and climbed. It was over in a matter of mere seconds, both racers realizing a few moments later that that had indeed crossed the line.
They came to a quick stop, their performance brakes doing their job as the crowd started quickly making their way towards them despite not knowing who the winner was just yet. It didn't phase Santana though as she got out of her car, Letty and the rest of the crew making their way towards her with Blaine and Shelby in tow visually discussing who had indeed crossed the line first.
It was a tense wait as everybody surrounded the two drivers, Brittany now stood beside her girlfriend, their pinkies linked out of sight of everybody else and squeezing comfortingly every now and again as they waited. It had sort of become their thing over the past few weeks, started by Brittany. She had linked their two smallest fingers briefly as she walked past her whilst she was working in the garage and ever since they had been doing it whenever they were just lazing around or trying to find a moment to themselves in the crazy life that was their crew.
After what seemed like hours Blaine and Shelby made their way into the center of the crowd and held up the iPad. "And the winner is..."
Santana felt the blush rush and pump through her ears like drums as she waited, her heart pounding heavily in her chest. Then Blaine said it and her heart dropped.
"Santana!"
The crowd around her erupted into a loud roar of cheers and congratulations, the Latina feeling nothing but numb. She was only broken free from her shock by a kiss to her cheek.
"San, you ok?"
She turned to her girlfriend and nodded, letting what had just been announced sink in. "Yeah, I won?"
Brittany nodded, unable to keep the grin from exploding across her face. Santana watched as she beamed, lunging forward and wrapping her arms around her neck.
"You won!"
"I won!"
At that the crowd around her burst into another round of celebration at her realisation, this time Santana actually reacting to to implications of what had just happened. Puck on the other hand just frowned as he looked at the iPad that Blaine was still holding up before stalking over to the other driver, Santana's smile fading a little as he stood inches in front of her.
"It's not over yet Lopez. We still have the canyon. That's where the true fate will be decided. You had better bring your A game or forfeit now while you still have the chance.
She didn't know what it was but she felt her blood start to boil a little, in the inner racer itching to hit back at him, to take the bait shall we say. Nevertheless, whatever it was she wasn't going to back down. She was going to accept the challenge presented to her no matter what it implied. So, balling up her fists by her sides she puffed her chest and moved so close that their noses were almost touching.
"Bring it Puckerman"
Santana sat waiting patiently at the top of the canyon, her hands gripping the steering wheel tightly as she waited for her opponent to arrive. By now night had fallen and little splatters of rain started making themselves more apparent on the window in front of her, something inside telling her that things were certainly going to be made interesting. She could smell the rain in the air as it seeped into the cabin of the car through the open window to her right, a slight chill to it as she sat not moving.
She would close it when her opponent arrived, if he ever did. She glanced up, seeing Blaine sat up against the hood of his Porsche to the side of the road, the race organiser also waiting for the second driver to arrive. They shared a split second look before they averted their gazes, both anxious to get this thing started once and for all. There was no doubt that this was the true test, the race everybody had been waiting for. The pick up race before in the city was just getting them warmed up. Right here in the canyon was where legends were made and broken. It could go either way, retaining the legacy of one of beginning another although Santana didn't get her hopes up.
She knew it was going to be a test and she had so much ahead of her to do if she was going to win. The fight had barely started between them and she knew the four minutes on the way day were to be the most important of her life so far, at least as far as her street racing career was concerned.
Deciding not to think about it in the fears that it would plant those seeds of doubt in her mind she focused on taking in her surroundings. She hadn't been on this track before, the terrain foreign to her. They hadn't been told where it was until they had finished the race in the city, Blaine having keep the location to him (and probably Kurt). She'd be stupid not to say it didn't make her nervous but it did. It scared the shit out of her but she wasn't going to let it get to her, not when she was so close to finally conquering something she had set out to do without fail.
Back to taking in her surroundings she knew they were exceptionally high up, mist rolling off the cliff-edges all the way down to where the finish line was, an eager crowd waiting at their pre-determined location in case they ambushed like the last time when she had gone up against Mike.
Things were quiet, almost calm, when she and Blaine both hear the roar of a familiar, yet somewhat unwelcome engine. Santana looked up and watched in her rear-view mirror as a black Charger fast approached. It stopped a few feet in front next to her and then backed up to that the driver could speak to her through their open windows.
"It's your last chance to face reality, and back off!"
Santana was having none of it though, shaking her head with a smirk on her face as she rolled up her window. Puck rolled his eyes, knowing that even though what he had said would put most other street racers off, there was a good 99.9 percent chance Santana would do the complete opposite of what he wanted, the Latina not disappointing him in his predictions.
She stayed exactly where she was, Blaine having heard the threat and waiting to see if she would actually break under the pressure of the crew leader. When he saw the look of determination on her face he knew that he would indeed be starting the race so he made his way to his usual spot in front of them, a radio in his hand.
"Kurt, you ready?"
"Yeah"
"Ok, be careful"
"Will do. We'll be waiting at the bottom"
With the confirmation he lowered his hand, lifting up the one with the bandanna. Both racers attentions were immediately on him, both cars revving loudly like they had done once before. This time the determination was clear as day on both their faces as Blaine readied himself for what was to come. He was about to start a war behind the wheel, his heart beating rapidly in his chest even though he wasn't even racing. Nevertheless he didn't let it get to him and steeled his features, straightening his posture until he was stood up straight.
Moments later he was dropping to the ground like his life depended on it, spinning on his heels as he watched the two cars leave a plume of smoke behind them as the rubber of their rear tires caused a burnout. He let the smell of burnt rubber and engine fuel surround him as the rear lights became smaller and smaller before they rapidly hit the first corner, both cars then out of sight. Now all he had to do was wait for them to reach the bottom.
Rapid spatters of rain had now made it's way onto the wind shield in front of her as the weather finally started letting itself go. Ironic, she thought, as she turned another tight bend. Of course it would rain on the night she raced Puck. Cliché much?
Even so she didn't let it get to her as she realised that on top of the challenge of facing up against Puck she didn't have a fucking clue about the track she was driving on. She hadn't encountered this part of the canyon before and it terrified her that she didn't know where she was going. Not that she was going to back down from it though. That was the last thing she was going to do and also the reason why now Puck was in first despite the fact that she knew she could better handle these roads.
Swallowing down her fear so that it was a barely noticeable lump in her throat she sped up, she was unwavering in her pursuit to stay almost glued to his ass. She had been in this position before and she had won but right now she needed to keep it up in the hopes that he would mess up, the pressure of keeping control on such a dangerous course also weighing heavy on both their minds. Hopefully it was enough to give her what she needed, first place.
Her heart beat heavily in her chest as she rounded the next to corners, both drivers forced to slow down in case of crashing. Coming out of that turn though was something that Santana didn't need, a flat out straight, but remembering that she had indeed beat him in a similar circumstance in the first race she felt adrenaline start to course through her veins.
She put her foot down and managed to get ahead, drifting around the large bend as if she was made for it, something that would have made Brittany proud, which she was as she watched her through Puck's dashboard camera. Even with the current situation at hand, everybody tense around her, she couldn't help the smile that cracked at the edges of her lips, always amazed at how well Santana could actually pull off high speed slides.
That was until they heard Matt calling to them as he ran over.
"Matt, what is it?" Mia asked, looking up from where she was watching the race from Tina's iPad.
"Cops" He panted out.
Immediately bursting into action Mia handed him her radio, the officer already radioing through to Blaine and Kurt.
"Blaine, we've got cops headed your way"
"Right now?"
"Yeah, they caught wind of our race and I just had the person who was covering for me call me and tell me that they're sending all available canyon units to your location. You've gotta start getting out of there man"
"Got it. I'll let Santana Puck know. Thanks man"
"No problem."
Handing the radio back to Mia Matt watched along with the others as Puck and Santana flew into another curve, this one a lot tighter than the last. Luckily Santana grabbed the radio in between coming out of this one and heading into the next.
"Santana, Puck, cops!"
"What do you expect me to do about it Blaine? I'm kinda in the middle of something here!"
"Just keep driving"
"Yeah, I got that"
"Look, they're heading towards you now. I'm on my way down"
"Ok, keep it safe"
"Will do"
With both racers now informed Blaine focused back onto getting down, following the path that they had taken not too long before. Ironically as Santana threw her radio down her phone started ringing in her pocket.
She snarled in frustration as she all but tore it out of her pocket, sliding her finger across the screen to answer before throwing it down onto then empty passenger side seat next to her.
"Cassandra, I'm kinda busy here!"
"I know, you're racing, but I heard all canyon units are heading straight for you"
"I guessed that. What do you want?" She growled through gritted teeth as she slid around the next bend, unable to stop Puck from overtaking her. "SHIT!"
deciding to ignore the Latina's cuss Cassandra proceeded to answer her question. "Don't get caught. The heat is on because they know Puck's racing you. We can't afford to get caught"
"I know that!"
With her free hand she quickly retrieved her phone, ending the call before focusing back on Puck who had now gained the lead thanks to Cassandra's innate ability of calling when it was most unappreciated.
Through another two bends she saw a wide one coming up, probably the widest of all of the ones she had encountered thus far. She had a chance to gain her lead again but she had to do it right or else she might lose her last chance at winning this thing.
As soon as they hit it Puck surprisingly threw his car into some semblance of a slide, not a drift, more likely a combination of a loss of control due to the fact that he was going to fast and his muscle car handling. Seeing the opportunity as he was centered in the middle of the turn she put her own car into a drift. The Supra coming up inches away from the side of his car. It was extremely close, extremely dangerous and extremely stupid but in that moment she saw no other choice. It was this or nothing and she had to do something or she would surely lose and that wasn't an option.
Staying nearly glued to his side Puck grit his teeth, snarling over at he as she was unrelenting in separating from him. He knew from watching her race his crew how good of a drifter she was and even with his desire to win so strong he had to give it to her, this was something he knew he couldn't beat her at. That wasn't to say he wasn't going to make it easy for her though.
With this in mind he immediately mashed his foot down to the floor as he came out of the turn, using the advantage of being in first to gain that foothold he needed to stay there and keep her behind him, which to him was were she permanently belonged although Santana wasn't gonna give it up that easy. He could see as he glanced up at her through his rear-view mirror, the expressions on her face as clear as day due to the fact that she was so close to him, still not willing to let him win even though they were getting closer to the end.
That's when the cops finally caught up with them, the black and white police livery unmistakeable even through the rain as their red and blue lights flashed above them as they quickly caught up.
Santana could just make out four of them, seeing a Dodge Charger much like the on Dani had 'acquired', a Corvette next to it, and another Charger and a Mustang behind it. They had probably upgraded to catch up with them but she wasn't going to let that get in the way of the fact that she wasn't going to get caught, even if it nearly killed her. Her number on priority was winning this race and the stakes had been raised just that much higher. She was in second place and they had four cops on their tails in highly modified performance cars. This was going to be interesting.
And interesting it was indeed as she sped up into the next corner instead of slowing down. She was immediately thrown into another, her focus unwavering on Puck as the Police kicked up the heat behind them. Puck pulled slightly ahead as she was forced to swing to the left violently as she narrowly avoided a pit manoeuvre from the Mustang.
Not letting it get to her she knew she didn't have much of the course left to go from the neon green smoke in the distance. Gripping her steering wheel tightly she had to do something before she really did lose this race once and for all. Her mind processed the hazards in a split second, four police cars now caught up with them, bumping into the side of Puck as he rounded the last corner at high speed, nearly being thrown through the temporary banner of the cliff side. Then there was the fact that he was still in first place, and the fact that she had two cops in front of her, one beside her, and one behind her.
Her determination won out though as she was sure she initiated the most stupid plan she had ever come up with. As she got ready to throw herself into the final turn she put herself into a drift, pressing down hard on one of the Nos buttons in the center of her steering wheel as she counter steered in an attempt to stay centered in the middle of the road.
Her heart felt as if it would beat or burst out of her chest any second as she saw her opportunity, a window that was rapidly disappearing as the nature of the drift slowed her down, the Mustang that was beside her catching up. In a split second she pressed down on her accelerator, lurching the car forwards in front of the police car, just catching her tail end enough to clip her and send her swerving.
She fought for control, the muscles in her arms screeching in pain as she spun the Supra around, Puck rapidly swerving to his left to avoid her. Her heart dropped down into her stomach as she realised that this might just be the end but the fact that Puck hadn't crossed the line yet was enough to let her focus on what she was doing, the adrenaline rapidly pumping through her veins enough to allow her to forget the pain in her arms and think about what to do.
It was quick but she figured it out, the idea coming naturally to her, and she swerved back into another slide this time in the opposite direction to the right. Her race harness strained as she was thrown forwards in her seat, luckily still doing it's job as she gained some semblance of control.
Her gaze bolted up to the finishing smoke and back to her steering wheel, knowing that it was her only chance and now or never. She briefly glanced over at Puck who was now beside her as she straightened out and as the Corvette pulled up behind her, positioning itself for the pit manoeuvre that she knew would surely kill any chance at winning she took a deep breath and pressed down on the other button.
The Supra burst forwards in a shot of raw speed and barrelled over the finish line in first place, the fight still not over as all three cop cars still stayed focused on taking them down. She could see Kurt immediately shooting from his spot in Holly's Jaguar, the blonde getting the message to get out of there as soon as they had watched who had won. She had no time to celebrate her narrow win though as the Corvette caught up when her boost started wearing off, the Latina ignoring it in favour of grabbing her radio to ask anyone on the other end for directions. She kne Blaine would be tied up, probably caught up with the cops too on his way down behind them but she still took a shot at it as she tuned herself in.
"Is anyone there?"
"Santana, it's Mia. What's going on?"
"We're across the line but we have four cop cars on us, probably more once Blaine catches up but I can't get away from them if I don't know where the fuck I'm going"
Mia could tell that Santana was flustered by the tone in her voice but she decided to stay calm and figure out where she was. Well, she didn't really need to as she knew there was only one way to go after crossing the line. Taking this fact into account she answered the other woman who was desperately trying to avoid being thrown over the cliff edge by the Corvette and the Mustang, the other two on Blaine and Holly.
"When you get to the bottom there are two ways. Everybody else knows to go left so if you're ahead go through there first. You should then be lead back into the city through a single road and when you hit the top of the city, past the mansion hills you should hit the city street. From there you should know where you're going."
"Thanks Mia"
"Just get out of there safe Santana. Mia out"
Santana turned her attentions back to the road and as Mia had said it continued down, eventually splitting off into two. Ignoring the cops that were unrelenting in taking her out she turned onto the left one, the rain making it easy for her to slide around the slackened bends and curves of the path that would lead her back down into the city.
Luckily for her she managed to somehow get rid of the heat that had been on her, almost burning her, and lost them in the throng of cars and back alleyways. When she realised she had indeed lost the cops her main focus was heading to where everybody else was waiting for her.
When she pulled into the back alleyway she saw her crew and pulled up to where they were stood waiting. It was then that Puck, Blaine and Holly all pulled in, everybody anxiously awaiting the results of who had won such a close race.
Santana slid out of the Supra, Brittany immediately standing next to her as Kurt approached the group.
"So, who won?" Dani asked.
"It was close towards the end but the winner is..." Kurt paused for dramatic effect before continuing "...Santana Lopez!"
She knew she had already won but having it said out loud made it all the more better. The first thing she did was turn to the blonde next to her and wrap her arms around her waist, pulling her in close and ignoring everybody else who was around her.
"You won" Brittany whispered, echoing her words from earlier.
Santana nodded, leaning in. "Of course I did"
They had their lips firmly pressed together for a few lingering moments before the sound of a throat being cleared brought them out of their haze. Brittany blushed whilst Santana stayed cool. Grinning as Blaine looked at her expectantly.
"Puckerman, the keys"
"But-"
"She won Puck, give it up" Letty cut in, definitely not in the mood to deal with a sore loser, especially one like him.
"She's right. Hand over the keys Puck" Blaine reinforced, stepping aside. Usually he would have taken the keys and the pink slips but he figured that it would probably be better that Santana got the keys straight from the person she had beaten. It was bound to be a lot more pleasurable that way.
Shaking his head Puck stepped up to Santana who had an arm wrapped firmly around Brittany's waist, her other free and outstretched towards him expectantly. He forcefully shoved them down into her palm and Santana could have sworn she heard a snarl as he frowned at her.
It was silent for a few moments between them before he spoke.
"You'd better watch your back Lopez. You just made a powerful enemy"
And with that he turned to leave, his crew following behind him as he made his way over to the pick up truck. Clapping a hand on the younger woman's shoulder Letty shook her head.
"Don't take any notice of what he said. We've got your back S. In the meantime, how about we celebrate?"
"Yes! Round of drinks at my bar on me!" Kitty cheered, the rest of the crew audibly cheering at the announcement.
"Come on S, let's go celebrate you kicking Puck's ass once and for all!" Quinn cheered as everybody started moving back towards their cars.
Santana shook her head. "I'll catch up. I think I need a moment to myself to take in that I actually won"
The blonde wasn't stupid. She could tell by the way that her arm was wrapped around Brittany's waist tightly that she wanted some alone time with her girlfriend. "Cool" She nodded. "I'll see you at the bar"
"Definitely"
She watched as Quinn made her way over to her Skyline, pecking Rachel on the lips before getting in.
Santana then called out to Kurt just as he was about to get in Blaine's Porsche. "Hummel"
"Yes Santana?"
"Drive this back to the garage for me and I'll buy you a drink on me"
With that she threw him the keys to Puck's Charger. "Are you sure?"
She nodded. "Of course. Maybe Blaine can follow you and then drive you to the bar"
"Sounds like a plan to me" Blaine chipped up, shrugging.
Nodding over at Santana Kurt smiled. "Of course, as long as you don't back out on your offer"
Clutching a mock offended hand to her chest Santana gasped. "Who do you take me for Lady Hummel?" When she broke into laughter the two men did along so did Brittany. When her laughter finally did die down she sighed happily. "Of course, I'm a woman of my word"
"And that I don't doubt" Kurt grinned, making his way over to the car she had just acquired. "I'll see you at Kitty's"
"Got you. See you later Kurt"
Once everybody had pulled out of the alleyway and everybody was gone except for them Santana turned to Brittany.
"I get the feeling that you didn't just want to stay behind and take in that you had won did you?"
Santana shrugged as she wrapped her free arm around Brittany's waist, pulling the other woman flush to her front. "Whatever would make you think that?"
Rolling her eyes Brittany reached her arms up to rest around a tan neck, locking behind and pulling her girlfriend in closer so that their faces were inches apart. "Hmm, I know you"
"That you do" The Latina replied, humming in appreciation as they connected their lips together.
"Now how about we make out for a little longer and then head to the bar. I think you might have a group of people waiting for you"
Pretending to ponder it for a few moments Santana cracked a smile as she answered. "That sounds like a plan to me but I'm happy to extend this so called 'make-out session' if you're offering."
"I'm happy to comply but what about everybody else?"
Shrugging again Santana pecked her girlfriend's lips. "I'm the guest of honour. I think they can wait just a little longer don't you?"
"Hmm, yeah I think so too"
"Just as I thought. I love you"
Brittany beamed at the sound of the three words coming from the other woman's lips.
"I love you too"
TBC