Fast Lane Chapter 43: 2 Down, 3 To Go, a glee fanfic

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.

2 of 2! Enjoy this chapter and I will see you next week! Peace :D

P.S. - Seriously though, go and play Glee Forever, it reminded me exactly why I liked Glee in the first place. Plus it's awesome playing songs from the show. Not that I'm trying to advertise it or anything though. (It's so good... ok I'm done now).

"I must say Lopez, for stealing the wrong car you sure did seem to pull it out of your ass."

Santana looked up and over to Letty who had her arms crossed over her chest. "You really think so?"

Letty nodded. "Yep. If Dani's cool with it I am. This supercar kicks serious ass, and it will annihilate evenything in it's path when we let loose on the engine."

"Word to that."

"How did you get the wrong car anyway?" Quinn questioned from her place beside Rachel and Brittany, arms folded over her chest as she looked over at her best friend.

"The car wasn't in the pits. Me and Dani cut the lock, opened the door, and found nothing inside. Turns out that they don't keep cars in there at night, at least not this team. Neither one of their cars was there so we headed back outside and checked the crew lot. Turns out this team were keeping them in the trailers but there was only one actually there. We didn't have time to go exploring for the other one once we'd cut the lock. It was this or nothing."

"So our day trip all the way out there would have been a bust. I'm happy with this one anyway. It's fast, that's all I need to know."

Kitty raised an eyebrow at her girlfriend. "You of all people isn't being picky? With a car?"

Dani rolled her eyes and playfully shoved the other blonde, Kitty laughing. "Shut up loser."

"She's right though D, you're really picky with your cars. I'm surprised you're brushing this off." Tina reasoned, Marley nodding from her place next to her.

"Whatever, can't I just be happy from the start for once? Lopez got me car that's fast, she held up her end of the bargain so I'm doing the same. I'm cool with it. Plus once this thing has some killer performance mods added under the hood those ass-holes at the speedway are gonna wish they never planned to put it in the garage for circuit conversion because this is gonna be a beast on the road. The Lima race scene won't know what hit it."

"Ok, so now you've got the car what are you gonna do with it first?" Mia inquired, already organising the most obvious points of interest in her well-coordinated and prepared brain. She wouldn't admit it to anyone (other than Letty that is), even though most of them already pretty much knew it, that she lived for this kind of thing. Adding another car to their already growing garage excited her. She would admit though that she was sad that she knew soon it would be coming to an end. She'd miss the planning.

"Lopez?"

Santana looked up and to the woman next to her at the sound of her name. "You want me to pick?"

Dani shrugged. "Why not? Go ahead, I have no idea where to start when it comes to this full modding shit."

Santana glanced at the white supercar and then to the crew that all had their expectant eyes trained on her. "The body. We'll work outside inward. Harper, you cool with that?"

"Hell yeah." She replied, holding out her fist.

Santana bumped with her own and smiled, Letty taking that as her cue to jump back into the conversation. "If that's the way you wanna go Fabray you're up. D, talk with Lopez and Fabray and start with the exterior. Everybody else I want you on the RX7 so we can move forward onto the newer cars. The Shelby needs a lot more of our attention."

"We've already got you boss. Come on ladies." Marley waved, the others following her over to the two said cars.

Santana turned to Quinn and Dani, Quinn speaking first. "Ok Dani, what did you have in mind?"

Now baby the day you were born
They picked you up and wrapped you, you up
So cold but so hot everything melts on you
It's cool you ain't got on nothing baby
Cause I know what to do, girl, let's coordinate, yeah

First I take you out, then you turn around baby
Then you back it up, ooh yeah, like we're at our own place
So I take you home, wear wherever you want, baby
Cause I know that we're gonna end up back where we started

A random Justin Timberlake song drifted from the dock and filled the warm bedroom as Santana hummed in appreciation with her eyes closed, skilled fingers pushing and smoothing at her tensed up shoulder muscles.

"Baby, you're really tense. Is everything ok?" Brittany asked, not once stopping her ministrations as she remained knelt up on the bed behind her girlfriend.

"Huh?"

"I said you were tense baby. Is everything ok?"

Santana nodded. "Yeah, just thinking after a long day's work."

At the mention of working Brittany realised she was probably tense because of her still-healing scars. Before Santana could verbally continue Brittany let her know what she meant by leaning down, pressing her lips to the soft skin of her shoulder slowly and delicately enough to silently whisper that she was there to help her in any way she could. She heard Santana sigh below her again and smiled against her tan skin, feeling her relax under her hands before pulling away to resume her massage.

"Does it hurt?"

Santana opened her eyes and let her gaze fall down to that one particular spot on her otherwise unmarred bare stomach. Her survey soon drifted to her arm where she'd only just had her stitches out, the wound still a long way from healing.

"A little. It aches."

"We had a long day."

"Yeah but it was worth it."

Brittany nodded knowing that Santana couldn't see it, she didn't need to – she just knew. "Now you've put in the groundwork are you ready to sink your teeth in?"

"Yeah. When we're done with this thing Dani is gonna be unstoppable."

"Are you sure you want that?"

Santana shrugged as Brittany's fingers continued to knead at her shoulder's. "I don't have to worry any more, she's on our side. Puck won't know what hit him."

"Hmm, that's for sure."

"And you'll sneak in like the awesome ninja you are and finish them off before they even knew you were there."

Brittany laughed loudly from behind her, a wide grin planted across her face. "Is that right?"

"Hmm, my ninja."

Brittany let out another chuckle as she remembered something that she had been meaning to bring up. "Santana?"

"Yeah?"

"How's this thing with Tina going down? She is the next one on the list right?"

"She is. It involves you, me, her, and a lot of drifting."

"Sounds like a lot of fun."

"It should be, especially for you. I'm gonna need you on this one or else we're not gonna pull it off."

"So you need me to work my Drift Queen magic behind the wheel to get an otherwise impossible job done?"

"Hmm, yeah but right now I want you to continue working your magic on my shoulders."

Brittany couldn't help the way she bit her lip as she grinned from behind her, momentarily squeezing Santana's shoulder's a little harder. "I can do better than that."

Before Santana could respond to the low and husky voice lowered to her ear it was gone along with the hot breath and a body was suddenly right in front of her, long and boyshort-clad pale legs resting either side of her legs as Brittany precipitously appeared in her lap. Hands came up to rest on her shoulders once again, this time from the front, and Brittany smirked at Santana's momentary look of confusion plastered across her face.

"Hi."

Shaking her head of her temporary bewilderment Santana's eyes focused back on the goddess she called her girlfriend and canted her hips upwards a little to set the other woman on her lap a bit better. Her hands instinctively went to her waist, holding on to her tight as Brittany's hands finally linked around her neck and brought their foreheads together.

"Hi." She uttered back huskily, Brittany feeling her hands tighten at her waist. She couldn't deny the way it made the heat in her stomach spike. "You said you could do better...?"

"I did." She replied, snapping back to reality.

"Enlighten me."

Brittany simpered, Santana enjoying the way her warm breath puffed against her lips before the blonde leant forwards and connected their lips with one another. Instinctively she tugged the Latina closer, enjoying the heat between them, and thanked God for the fact that Santana was only dressed in a pair of purple basketball shorts and a sports bra, letting her long and slender fingers explore her shoulder blades and her biceps. Santana didn't mind, instead returning the favour of pulling the other woman closer as she enjoyed everything that was Brittany S. Pierce.

And all I'm saying is you don't gotta worry what you wear tonight
Those heels lift you up where you fit me right, said oh
You already got it on oh baby
Tell me what's better than the two of us
Cause you by yourself is more than enough for me
Honey, I don't think she heard me so I say
Oooh, baby you got it... on
I said ooh, baby you got it... on

Heartbeats spiked as they paced forwards quickly, Brittany moaning out against Santana's lips as her tongue begged at her own lips for entry. She gladly allowed passage, further losing her breath as they continued to kiss with fervour, their heaving chests pressed flush up against one another along with their waists. She was snapped back to reality though the moment Santana pulled away.

"Santana? Baby? What's wrong?" She panted and clutched at her jaw with her slime fingers, desperately wanting to recouple their lips, already missing the way they felt against her own.

"You have too many clothes on." She panted back, her forehead resting against the blonde's.

Brittany let out a chuckle with what little barely recuperated breath she had left. "I agree."

Tugging on the hem of Brittany's t-shirt the blonde soon got the idea and momentarily let her arms leave Santana's shoulders to lift them up. A couple of seconds later she was drawing Santana back into another kiss, this time a lot less heated but only temporarily and long enough to whisper something that she felt she needed to reiterate just in case Santana (with the slimmest of chances in the entire world) forgot.

"I love you Santana."

"I love you too Britt."

Don't matter what you wear
Baby you've got it on
And it sounds like falling in love

Sounds like falling in love
Sounds like falling in love
Yeah baby you got it on

Rachel sighed as she pulled her jacket around her body tighter, the early air unusually cold for this time of year. The sun was setting before her after a quiet Sunday, the sky a slight shade of pink telling her that in little to no time at all she'd be treated to a deep red sunset. Not that that was an unusual occurrence here in Lima but still, it was amazing to look at every time. She'd come here, to the same coastal parking lot as the day Santana had told her about Finn, to think about things. It calmed her down, the waves a welcome change from the busy hum of the house filled with other crew members, including her girlfriend. She needed time to think.

About Finn.

She had so much going on in her brain and even music wasn't helping, which to Rachel was definitely a big indicator that what was swirling around her head was something extremely serious. She needed the quiet buzz of life around her, not street racers or crew members or girlfriends, just her. Just Rachel. She'd needed it for a long time, she knew that. She'd left it way too long, putting it off with every single excuse she could ever come up with, but her recent argument with Shelby and talk with Quinn had brought her away from her family to just be alone with herself and her thoughts.

Said thoughts were jumbled in her brain like a disarrayed puzzle of cluttered memories. Memories that were painful even to this day and to the day she would die. She supposed they'd never truly heal, at least not emotionally, and she was to a degree ok with that, but she needed and wanted herself to understand what was going on right now. Flashes of her first love flitted across her minds eye, Finn's smile and his impeccable ability to make every single member of the crew feel like he was their big brother and would do anything for them. His loyalty, his skill behind the wheel.

A lone tear ran down her cheek as she thought about the person she'd lost, they'd all lost, and how he'd been cruelly taken from this world before his time. Cassandra had put him in a coffin and ran away like she'd never done it. How could she live with herself knowing that she'd taken an innocent man's life away? Rachel was sure that he wouldn't want her to feel angry about it but she couldn't help but do so now that she knew the truth. It was a taint in her blood that she just couldn't seem to kick, much like a bad habit. A bad habit he'd tell her wasn't good for her. She chuckled breathlessly, the anger momentarily melting away as she thought about what he'd say to her if she could talk to him right now.

"Let it go Rach, you need to enjoy life for what it is. Live the moment. I should know better than anyone that that's more true and important than you will ever admit to out loud."

It was. She felt that anger deep down inside of her, that hatred for the woman that had taken him away from her, but she forced herself to squash it deep until the moment when she could finally release it and tell Cassandra to her face that she'd pay for taking Finn away from them. That day would come but it couldn't come soon enough. She snorted, the thought tantalizing as she thought about Cassandra's face when she, and the rest of the crew, finally stuck it to her at Race Wars. The moment when they finally won, when Santana won. The other reason why she so much looked forward to Cassandra's fateful day – the look on Santana's face when she could finally smile in the blonde's face and tell her that she didn't beat her, but she did instead. Cassandra would go away for a long time, Rachel was sure of it, but it didn't ease the hurt of what she had done and what had come of her actions when she had left all those years ago.

The salt from that single tear reminded her how bitter-sweet this situation really was. On the one hand she had finally been given the missing piece of the puzzle that formed the truth to as how Finn had died, but on the other she was now at odds with the one person she cherished the most (other than Quinn that was) – her mother. Shelby had been there for her when her fathers' had died, had raised her for the remainder of her young adult life and had helped shape her into the woman she was today. That had been no easy feat and that respect that Rachel had for her she was finding hard to pinpoint. Her anger for what her mother had done was clouding her judgement like a thick fog and she knew it, the betrayal stinging in her heart and in the gradual increase of tears that had begun to stream down her face. She'd been lied to about the one person Shelby knew meant the world to Rachel and she'd be crazy to say it didn't hurt because it did. It felt like a knife had been lodged in the right side of her chest and the adrenaline, the anger, was making her forget that it was there slowly killing her. Only a fool would tell you that anger wasn't easy because it was. Rachel found it easier to be angry than face what she knew, the truth.

Shelby had lied to her for valid reasons, not one wrong, the but the saying that the road to hell was paved with good intentions kept buzzing around her brain and her thoughts like an unrelenting fly on a hot summer's day. She couldn't get rid of it, she couldn't bat it away with her hand, and she really couldn't push it so far down inside of herself in the hopes that it would never come back to bite her in the ass one day because it would. She had a feeling that if she left this place forcing all these bubbling and simmering feeling's she'd regret it when it all came to the tipping point. Instead she'd continue to force herself to face her fears, her demons, and her pain in the hopes that one day soon she'd be able to face her mother and forgive her.

Right now in that very moment, staring at the bright red sunset painted sky in front of her with her kneels curled up to her chest as she sat on the hood of her car, Rachel knew that she had some very painful feelings she'd have to face first.

"Yo, Lopez, look what I got."

Santana looked up from where she was pouring over Holly's parts catalogue to see Dani approaching her with two bottle's of Corona in her hands. "What are they for?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

Dani smirked as she plopped herself down next to the other Latina on the worn out couch in Burt's garage, holding one out for the other woman. "What do you think they're for?"

Shrugging Santana decided to indulge her and took the cold bottle, taking a large swig of it as Dani continued to smirk from beside her. Any other time she would have said no but seeing as it was late on a Monday evening and the rest of the crew had gone home leaving just them to work after hours she thought what the hell and let herself relax a little.

"So, what have you got?"

"I'm about halfway down the list."

"List of what?"

"The list of the main parts you need. Once we've got this down we can get them ordered and ready to fit as soon as possible."

"What about the Shelby?"

"What about it?" Santana asked, her eyes leaving the book in her lap and flickering over to said car and to the woman next to her.

"When do you think you're gonna be finished with parts?"

Santana shrugged as she took another drag of her drink. "Hopefully soon. As it's in better condition than we thought we just need to replace the engine and get all of the extra parts in."

"And then that's it?"

"Other than Quinn working her magic on the outside and Rachel working hers on the interior? Yeah, I would have said that's it. Why are you asking me about this? You know about it already."

Dani internally cursed herself for letting herself be so obvious, then taking a sip of her beer before letting the silence sit between them for a few long moments, Santana happy to wait on her as she organized her thoughts.

"Thank you."

Dani watched as Santana lifted her head up and looked at her, her eyes a little wider from confusion.

"For what?"

"Not telling anybody about what I told you."

"When I said I wouldn't I meant it."

"Still, it means a lot."

"Yeah but why me?"

Dani looked over at the other woman. "What do you mean?"

"Why did you tell me, of all people, something as personal as that? Something you've never told anybody before?"

The blonde shrugged as she took a sip of her beer. "I needed to get it out and considering all of the shit I put you through you deserved to know the reason why I did what I did."

"What about Kitty?"

"What about her?"

This time Santana was the one to take a sip of her beer, momentarily enjoying the way the cool liquid slid down her throat. "Are you gonna tell her?"

Dani shrugged. "Eventually – that's the plan. I love her, sure, but you deserved to know first."

Santana grinned. "You love her?"

"Yeah, I do. Santana?"

"Yeah?"

"What do you think about what I told you?"

"What do you mean?"

Santana looked over and saw the rare vulnerability in Dani's eyes. "What I told you wasn't exactly 'light'."

Santana let out a breathless chuckle before taking another sip of her drink. "No, it wasn't."

Dani's own brief smile died down as she reminded the other woman of their current point of conversation. "After me telling you the other day you must have thoughts on it."

"What are you getting at?"

Dani shrugged. "I don't know. I was just curious to know what you thought about it."

"I won't sit here and lie to your face that I haven't had thoughts about it because I have but it's not my place to voice them out loud, especially to you."

"Why not?"

"Because it's not my place. It's your life, your memories, it's yours. I have no right to judge or give you an opinion on it because I didn't live it."

"But what if I'm asking you to?"

Santana raised an eyebrow at the other woman. "After all we've been though with each other, after the bad blood that happened between us, you want me to tell you what I think about what happened to you? Dani, I can't-"

"Yes, you can. Please, Santana. You're the only person I've ever told and I've never had someone to talk to about it other than with my sister. Please, I know what happened between us and you know I'm sorry and you know what? I feel like a fucking idiot right now for the way I treated you but I want you to tell me, I'm giving you permission to."

As Santana looked into the other woman's eyes, eyes that were once filled with pure unadulterated hatred for just her and her alone whenever she looked at her, were now filled with nothing but trust and honesty. If you had asked her not that long ago if she would ever imagine a day that Dani would ever look at her with something other than hate in her eyes Santana would have laughed in your face and told you you were absolutely and completely crazy. Then again life had it's surprises and right now was one of them.

Nodding she took a swig of her drink and a deep steadying breath. "Are you sure?"

Dani nodded back at her. "Of course."

Letting out the breath of air that she had held heavily in her chest Santana cradled her beer bottle in both her hands. "What E did to you was wrong. I don't care if she was an undercover cop. It was her job to protect you if things went bad, not get in, do her job and leave without paying the price. She let near enough your whole family die so that she could get done what her and her fellow 'law enforcement officer's' considered their job. It's not right and you have every right to be mad at them for what they did. The only thing I don't agree with obviously is the fact that you took that out on me. I can never apologize enough for what I did and if I had known your history I certainly would have tried my hardest to get around Cassandra and tell you the truth from the start. Instead I was by myself and I hurt you all, you especially without even realising it. That's why I'm here, everyday, trying to make it up to you. That's why I'm promising now to never lie to you again. Maybe one day we can even be bros, but you need time to think about it and consider that this time the situation left you with one more person who has your back – me. You didn't lose anyone this time Dani, you gained a person and as much as you might still be angry for what happened I've got your back even if you don't have mine – I owe you that much after what I did."

When she had finished a tense silence hung between them until suddenly Dani was pulling her into a bone crushing hug. Instead of fighting it and telling her that she was making it hard for her to breathe Santana hugged back, happy at the sudden physical expression of her feelings – at least to her anyway. The surprise at Dani hugging her of all things soon wore off though and she heard her sniffling next to her ear. Deciding not to question it vocally Santana decided to show her support by squeezing her tighter.

"Thank you."

"It's the least I could do."

"You know she never tried to find me and apologize, never once took the time to talk to me face to face like a woman. Instead she ran like a coward. I may have treated you wrong Santana but you gave me something – you took the time to apologize, hell you got me a car! What matters right now is you showed me that even though it happened again, or something like it, people care and are sorry for the things they've done and have the decency to say it to my face. Thank you, I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry too Dani." She replied hoarsely, the two women still embraced tightly as they both cried, tears streaming down their cheeks as they finally connected with one another for the first time since the day the truth came out in that small cramped hospital room.

Santana grinned as she and Rachel took a step back admiring their work. Letty soon approached with Mia in tow.

"What are you two grinning about?" The crew leader asked, unable to help the infectious smile of her own from crawling across her plump lips.

"You wanna tell her or me?" Santana asked, arms crossed over her chest as she looked to the woman next to her.

Rachel grinned. "Do the honours."

"Car two is done. Terminado. Hecho. Completado."

Letty's gaze traveled from her sister to Santana and back again. "Are you serious? Finished?"

Rachel shared a grin with Santana and looked back at the crew leader with a nod. "Yes. Now we can really sink our teeth into the Shelby and the GTR."

Letty surged forwards and pulled them both into a hug, Mia joining in before the whole crew got in on the action.

"Group hug!" Marley hollered as she and Brittany were the last ones to latch onto the large group of street racers.

Burt came out of his office to see everybody huddled around Santana and Rachel laughing and cheering. "What's got all of you excited?"

Marley turned to look at him with a grin. "The RX7 got finished. Two cars down three to go."

He grinned widely as everybody's gazes eventually came to land on him. "About damn time! Come on, let me in on the action."

There were a few loud plaudits as he joined in on the hug and as Santana and Rachel looked at each other they shared a mutual gaze of respect and admiration as well as pride for what they had done. They hadn't just finished a car, they'd just fixed their friendship.

"Ok so what's the plan this time?" Dani asked as she took a seat next to Kitty, looking over at Roz who was stood at the front of the room (Santana and Brittany's living room to be specific) next to the 'plan' whiteboard along with Matt on the opposite side.

"I'll let Santana do the honors."

She nodded over at the Latina as her and Matt took a seat next to Holly and Shelby, Santana standing up along with Brittany. "You ready babe?" She asked, looking over at the blonde who was stood on the other side of the board.

Brittany nodded with an excited smile on her lips. "More than ever."

"Ok." Santana started, turning back to the room full of people. "This job is the definition of drifting, hence why Brittany is up here with me. We are going to need a three woman crew, a car tuned to the drifting specifics and we're gonna need a whole lot of luck and pure skill."

"So how's it going down?" Quinn asked, feeling Rachel's hand on her knee as she looked up at her best friend.

"Good question Q. Luckily Roz was able to procure arial shots of the docks."

"Are they recent? What if something could have changed?" Blaine asked.

"I'm getting to that don't worry."

"They're very recent. Last week actually." Roz cut in.

"That's why we need two skilled drifters – one to get us in and another to drive the other car out. They need to be good enough to react to sharp corners and turns if we have any hope of getting this car out of there without being caught."

"So you and Brittany then?" Holly assumed, her eyes flickering from Brittany to Santana and back again.

The Latina nodded. "Yes. Unless you guys think there's anyone better?"

"I think you two are perfect for the job." Rachel grinned.

Dani nodded. "Yeah, hell if we can drift as good as you two, especially together. You're made for this job."

"I agree." Kitty added from beside her with a smile.

Letty sat up a little straighter and looked around the room at her crew. "Ok then, all in favour of picking Brittany and Santana to drift this thing?" When she got a unanimous round of raised hands and grims she turned back to the two other women with a smile. "Then I guess you guys are up."

"Good. We were going to volunteer anyway." Brittany said with a knowing smile as she looked over at Santana.

"I would have chosen you two anyway." Tina said, bringing them back to the situation. "I'm coming with you."

"You sure about that?"

"Positive." The Asian girl replied with a smile.

"Well then, on to the next point. Cars."

"Isn't that what this is about?" Shelby frowned.

"Yes but we need a car to get us in. A car that can fit three people and drift as if the world were ending."

"Uh babe, that's where I come in."

Santana turned to look at Brittany with a confused expression as did the rest of the crew. "You do?"

The blonde nodded. "I'm offering up my RX8. My car will fit three people, it's already drift tuned, and it's the perfect car to get us in and out. You know it's one of the only cars on the crew that can pull this off, other than yours outside that is."

"She's got a point." Santana agreed looking back at the crew.

"Second point decided." Letty agreed. "What's next?"

Santana shrugged. "Nothing much. We go in when the dock workers have gone home for the night when it's dark, locate the container and cut it open."

"Uh, there's just one small problem with that." Rachel pointed out.

"I'm listening."

"What if the car is stacked high? As in on top of other containers? How are you gonna get it out?"

"It's not." Roz quickly shot down. "I have eyes on the container, that's how you guys are gonna get in too. They're waiting for you to turn up at the gate and give my name. We're just waiting on you to give the word. Trust me, that car is on the bottom, I made sure of it. There's a lot of perks to being police chief Miss. Berry."

"Consider myself told. Santana?" She replied, looking back over at the Latina expectantly.

"We cut it open, fire it up and drive out of there before security get onto our plans to steal out of their dockyard from right under their noses. Simple as. Me and Brittany will do the hard work, all we have to do is get in and get out."

"If you think it's that simple I think that's the plan. When do you wanna do it?" Letty asked.

Santana turned to Brittany. "You wanna choose?"

"Sure. The night after next."

"Ok then, it's settled. The day after tomorrow you get behind the wheel and steal that car. I'll have a small crew waiting not far away as back up just so you're covered. I think that's it."

"Just one more thing." Roz spoke up, pulling everybody's attentions back to her. "How are the current cars coming along?"

"The NSX and RX7 are completely done, we just need to tweak them. The GTR is coming along nicely and once Quinn has finished fitting the bodykit and it's gone to paint all is left is trim and it will be road worthy in around two weeks. As for the Shelby the engine's done we're just fixing up the rest and fitting the new parts. Our most current addition, the LFA, has already got two people working on it. Holly had half the parts already in stock so we're fitting them now. Once Quinn's finished with her car and the Shelby's body the rest should be smooth sailing."

"But you'll be able to get them finished before Race Wars?"

Santana nodded. "That's the plan."

"It's the plan but it's also the truth. I know Santana won't admit it but she won't let those cars go unfinished before Race Wars. We will finish and we will win this year. I know because I have faith."

Roz smiled at Letty's declaration. "That's all I need to know. If you're confident she can get it done then I believe you can all work together to do so. As that was my last point I believe we can now end the meeting and be on our way."

"Sounds like a plan." The crew leader agreed.

A few minutes later and Santana was watching as the last person exited through the gate that led out of the house and to the driveway, smiling when she felt a pair of arms slide around her t-shirt-clad waist and rest on her toned stomach.

"Hey." Brittany whispered into her ear.

"Hi." She smiled back.

"You ok?"

"Better now you're here."

Brittany rolled her eyes but enjoyed the cheesy comment nonetheless. "Good."

As it went quiet between them, the only sound the sound of engines pulling away in the distance, Santana felt Brittany press a kiss in between her shoulder blades just before her head came to rest against them, her hands relocating themselves over two points Santana was glad the other woman was getting more and more comfortable with. One rested over her abdomen, her almost-kill shot, and the other reached under her arm and up, coming to rest upon the one that had almost paralysed her entire arm. She smiled as her fingers started circling both scars even over her clothes, the thought that Brittany was coming to terms with them bringing a warmth to her chest. She reached up with one of her own hands, letting it rest on the one on her stomach and squeezing. She was rewarded by another kiss to the back.

"Britt?"

"Yeah?"

"Are you ok?"

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"

"I was just curious. You haven't been on a job with me with. At least not on a small three person crew."

"I know and every time that I wasn't there you've got shot at or almost run over. Maybe if I go with you you won't get shot at."

Santana let out a chuckle. "Hmm, is that what you think?"

"As a matter of fact I do."

"Well, I guess I should have taken you in the past. Who's to say, maybe I won't get shot at if you're there to protect me."

"I like the idea of that."

"Of saving me or the fact that you're my good luck charm?"

"Hmm, both." Brittany replied, smiling into a kiss as Santana turned around and pulled their fronts flush together.

As her arms wrapped around Santana's neck she felt the Latina's hands plant themselves firmly on her waist, clenching knowingly as they kissed back and forth.

"You wanna know something?" Santana asked as they finally pulled away for air, their foreheads resting together and their eyes closed.

"And what's that?"

"I'm glad you're coming with me."

"You are?"

"Hmm." She agreed, her eyes still closed as she nodded. "We're gonna be awesome."

Brittany chuckled breathlessly, her fingers playing with the soft hairs at the base of Santana's neck. "Of course we are. We're Brittana."

Santana laughed at their ship name that the rest of the crew and now her girlfriend had seemingly named them. "Of course. We're Brittana." She replied with a smile before connecting their lips together anew.

Song used: Justin Timberlake – 'You Got It On'

TBC