Author's note: This is just something I dabbling with... I have no idea where it's going, anyway enjoy. Oh, and I also know nothing about motocross, so if there's like something I butcher reference wise... I'm sorry in advance.

I Make Them Good Girls Go Bad

prt. 2


Meanwhile, Santana danced her way back into the concession stand, with a shit eating smile plastered across her face. Unfortunately, her happiness was about to get a solid dose of what could only be described as anger, as she is met with an infuriated co-worker.

"What the hell Santana… took you long enough." Santana totally forgot that she left her friend during the busiest part of the shift.

"I'm sorry I just got caught up in something…" She trails off as she helps the next customer in line.

"So are you going to tell me what the fuck took you so long, or am I going to have to beat it out of you?"

"Oh please M. You think you can take this on… I will go all kinds of crazy on your ass." Santana tries her best to make her friend smile.

Her friend just rolls her eyes. "Come on you have to tell me what happened, you can't just waltz in here with the 'I just got laid' face on, and not expect me to not want to know all the details on why it looks like you creamed yourself."

"Okay that was just foul… and that's coming from me of all people." Finally with a break in the food rush, Santana pulls the window close. "Okay look I'll tell you but I don't want you to go all crazy happy on me okay. Just be… cool." Her friend tries to compose herself and nods in confirmation of the terms. "Okay so that jerk who left his wallet… that was Brittany Pierce's manager… and trust me, he's a total asshole. When I found him, he was actually tiring to convince Brittany to lose the race, because her sponsors wanted her teammates to pick up points. Then when I interrupted he actually tried to intimidate me…, and I was all 'oh hellz to the no'. Anyway after that…" She trails off again blushing slightly at her interaction with the blonde athlete.

"Oh come on you can't stop there… after that what? Brittany went down on you in her trailer?" her friend says with an evil smirk.

Santana punches her friend's arm. "Okay I forgot why I'm friends with you?"

"Because you love me Lopez so tell me what happened while I was slaving over a hot fryer." A wave of guilt hits Santana, so she caves. "Fine… no she didn't go 'down' on me. I'm not even gonna ask why a straight girl would want to know that in the first place. Anyway we just introduced each other and shook hands. Then I gave her some advice on what I would do, and then gave her the signature wink and walk… oh, and I told her, I would be cheering for her."

"That's it?" She looks dumbfounded.

"Yeah that's it… I mean what else was I going to do?"

"I don't know? Give her your number and say that you stay up late. Or ask her if she's even seeing anyone…"

"Okay I'm going to stop you right there M. I already told you, I'm not making a move… I just gave her that opportunity… if she interested she'll know where to find me."

"Oh how frightfully poetic of you San…" her friend wants to say more but Santana won't hear any of it.

"Oh come on… I took your advice… and you were right, she isn't up on that pedestal anymore." Her friend just smirked.

"So I guess you want to skip out on work to watch the race then, don't you?" Santana just pouts and gives her the puppy dog eyes. "Just stop right there Missy…" her friend shakes her head no.

"Please… I said I would be cheering for her." She pouts again, cracking her friend in the process.

"Fine… but only if I can cut out early tonight. I have plans since it's Friday."

"You're going to make me close by myself?"

"That's the price of my services… take it or leave it sister."

"Fine… deal." They shake on it.

"Now get out of here and go cheer for your girl." Her friend smacks her butt as she walks past her.

The lights in the stadium dimmed as the announcers voice rings out through the room

"Ladies and gentlemen… get ready for the main event… tonight we have a course filled with talented racers, from the legends… to our up and coming rookies making a name for themselves. So let's get ready and start those engines!" The announcer yells into the microphone… which ignites the crowd as well.

The line of dirt bikes fire to life. Santana saw Brittany just as she was pulling on her helmet. She was wearing a red and black suit with a classic helmet that said No Fear on it; it was one of Brittany's major sponsors. Santana can't help but admire her crush's outfit. The bikes spring to life as the green light flashes indicating the start of the race. Brittany makes a beeline towards the front of the pack. She has great break, which sets her perfectly on the fastest line the dirt track offeres.

Watching Brittany soar through the course was crazy. She made everything look so effortless. Brittany was definitely an aggressive rider, most rookies were fearless, they had nothing to lose and everything to gain. Santana could see how she charged the corners so she didn't lose speed. She took over the other racers with incredible speed, and didn't shy away when another racer attempted to ride dirty. Brittany seemed to flow effortlessly, she didn't hold back, and went big over any berm, it was quite impressive. Santana found herself yelling with the crowd as the race intensified.

Let's just say there was no competition in this race… most of the riders actually had a hard time maneuvering the course. Brittany took first effortlessly, Santana couldn't help but scream the girl's name as she flew over the finish line with her fist in the air. She was so excited Brittany won.

Her high was cut short when she saw two females run onto the track to celebrate the blonde's win. One was a short brunette the other was a very beautiful blonde, who just happened to be shorter than Brittany. The small brunette practically jumped into the blonde motocross's arms. Santana's heart sank as she watched as the blonde racer thrust her helmet in victory as the brunette hugs her, but what ultimately made her heart break was when that brunette kissed Brittany cheek.

'Damn.' Santana turns away from the track. She makes her way back towards her work place almost in a daze. Of course Brittany was taken… how could she even think she had a chance with a girl like that. 'This was all M's fault, if she hadn't tried to convince me I had a chance with this girl I wouldn't be feeling like this right now. Great now I'm in a bad mood.' She opens the door with unnecessary force.

"Enter Satan stage left…" Santana doesn't acknowledge her presence. "Did I miss something… like a fight or something, cuz I think you giving me the death glare without provocation is a little excessive even for you." Santana lets out her breath. It was true, she was acting irrational, but it was hard for her to redirect those feelings. She was so use to acting without thinking… which usually meant someone getting yelled at.

"It's nothing Mercedes just… you can go home… that was the deal right." She avoids her friends questioning glare.

"Look, we can talk about this… if I said something to upset you…"

"Really its fine… I'm just grumpy, and I'm taking it out on you… look just go home before I do something to actually upset you."

"Okay… I'm here if you want to talk…"

Santana just nods and picks up a broom and starts cleaning. By the time Santana finished cleaning it's around 9 pm. The crowd had long cleared out along with most of the competitors. Santana locks up and makes her way towards the parking lot. She notices that there was a party going on around Brittany's trailer. Victory party… she thought she saw the blonde dancing in the crowd. She pushes past some of the people and out through the building's doors.

'Ah there's my baby… the only one I can ever count on' she smiles at the 2006 black Ducati Superbike… and just as Santana starts it, she hears Brittany voice…

"Nice bike…" Santana turns towards the blonde who is smiling ever so shyly… Santana can only give her a slight smile back. She was still upset from before.

"Thanks." She says with an even voice trying her best to brush Brittany's compliment off.

"Look Santana thanks for the advice today… I mean sure my sponsors are mad at me, and my manager pretty much called me a show boater…, but at least I didn't sell out…" She smiles again.

"Yeah… no problem."

"Look I don't know if you're busy tonight but we're having a party, and if you don't have plans… maybe you would like to join us."

'Yes, for the love of god… I want to' but before she can answer another voice calls out to Brittany.

"Hey Britt-Britt… are you coming back inside?" Brittany turns towards the voice. Santana notices it was the same girl from before, the one that kissed Brittany after the race.

"Yeah I'll be right in… just give me a sec." She then turns back to Santana. "So what do you say?" Brittany gives her the most amazing smile ever, hoping he Latina will join her for a few drinks, and maybe a dance or two.

Santana tries not to lash out… "I can't…" It comes out harsher than she meant it to… Brittany practically flinches.

"Oh?" Brittany in confusion, she could have sworn Santana would have wanted to hang out. "Okay, I mean I guess you're probably tired… or something… maybe I could get your number so we can hang out some time." She tries again, hoping the Latina won't push her away.

"Look I don't think your girlfriend would like that… I got to go… congratulations on the win." Santana starts her bike up.

She revs her engine and peels out of the stadium parking lot. She actually kind of surprised herself with how fast she drove away. Leaving Brittany standing in her metaphorical dust confused more than ever.

"Girlfriend?" Brittany repeats in. She walks back towards the stadium doors. She tries to figure out what Santana had meant by a girlfriend.

"Who was that Britt?" Her friend asks.

"Oh, that was Santana Lopez… I actually just met her today…"

"Oh really… didn't she want to come and party with us?"

"I don't know Rach… I'm just as confused as you." The blonde shrugs.

"Why's that?"

"Well she was kind of fine one minute then pissed the next…, and when I asked her for her number she kind of snapped at me… also I think she thinks were dating or something?"

"Wow… you probably shouldn't tell Quinn that." The brunette smirks.

"Don't tell Quinn what?" Another voice coos in from behind Rachel.

"Oh nothing babe… Brittany met a girl who thinks that Britt and I are dating…" Quinn kisses the short brunette.

"Oh really… you and those damn blondes…"

"What can I say… they're just attracted to me." These wo can be a little sickening to be around, since they were so in love.

"Come on B. This is your rebellious victory party… you should probably be present…" Quinn says as she pulls Rachel back into the stadium.

"Yea, I suppose your right." They walk back inside.

"So are you going to tell us more about this mysterious girl or not?" Quinn questions.

Brittany just smirks.

End...Disclaimer: I don't own glee or its characters