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. 3
Santana's drive home was a blur. She was actually surprised she didn't get pulled over for speeding… or running that red light… 'oops'. Santana just wanted to get home and forget her troubles with her close and personal friend José.
Her apartment wasn't anything special. It was on that side of town most people tried to avoid like it was the plague, most people tended to think it was the birth center of all major hardened criminals. But it was home, and currently the only thing she could afford, especially with her crappy jobs. She pulls her beautiful bike right into her apartment door before she kills the engine. She would never leave her baby outside… not unless she actually wanted it to be stolen. Nope, she made sure it got its own space, right next to her bed.
"Honey I'm home!" She yells to no one. She walks into the kitchen and opens the freezer.
"Ah there you are baby, I thought you'd be asleep by now…" She pulls a half empty bottle of tequila from the freezer and takes a swig. Not even bothering with salt or lime… all she needed was the intense burn of the smooth drink. "What more did a girl need." She takes the bottle into the bathroom, and shimmies out of her nasty fried food smelling clothes. She then put the bath tub plug in and draws herself a nice warm bath. She even lights a candle just to make sure she plays into the cliché. Then as she takes another swig of José, she lowers herself into the warmth of the bath water, and slowly starts to drift to sleep. It had been a very long day, and she was surprisingly tried.
Santana was woken by the sound of her front door slamming…
"Fuck." The bottle of José was still beside her, but now it was almost empty.
"Santana?! Are you home… where the fuck are you?!" A voice yells through the apartment.
"In the bathroom Puck! Shit…" She looks at her watch. It was definitely time to get out of the tub since her water was no longer warm.The door flies open to the bathroom. Santana lets out a shriek…
"Nice tits Lopez… the water must be cold aye" a man sporting a Mohawk smiles as he eyes the naked girl attempting to get out of the bathtub.
"Puck!" She throws the bottle of tequila at the Mohawk intruder. He just catches it and opens it to take a swing.
"Thanks for the drink I was getting thirsty." He says as he smirks.
"Get the fuck out… now!"
"Aw come on San… it's not like I haven't seen you naked before… I've seen those lovely's more than once…" he says with his smirk still plastered across his face as he stares at the Latina's boobs.
"I said, get the fuck out!" She throws something else at the man before grabbing a towel and attempting to cover herself.
"Fine… I'll be in the living room, so hurry your fine ass up because we got stuff to do."
Santana quickly wraps herself in the towel before opening the door to the bathroom. She can hear Puck in the kitchen… no doubt raiding her fridge for the little food she had. She grabs a pair sweats and pulls them on. Not bothering with undergarments. She then staggers out into the living room… still feeling the effects José had done to her in the bathtub. 'That cruel José… always making me weak in the knees.'
"Tough day at work sweet cheeks?" Puck flops down on her couch, as he finishes eating whatever he'd found in her kitchen.
"Why are you here Puck? Don't you have other people you can annoy with your obnoxious self?" Santana says from the doorway.
"Aw come on, can't a gentlemen caller drop in unannounced?" He says as takes another drink from the bottle of José.
"Okay first, you're not a gentleman, and never will be… and how did you even get in here I'm pretty sure I locked the damn door."
"Oh come on Santana… you know me better than that. I picked the damn lock… you should really think of getting a chain for your door. You wouldn't want someone to come in and ransack the place now would you?"
"I'll keep that in mind… seriously why are you here?"
"Well there is a party going on over at the Drag… I thought maybe if you weren't completely wasted, you might want to swing on over there with me… I'm always up for a smokin hot girl to be my wingman… or wing women. Plus I hear the course tonight will be fucking crazy, and I know you could use the cash… hell you might even win enough to move out of this piss hole of an apartment. So what do yah say…?" Santana isn't fazed by Puck's fake charm, it hadn't worked on her for years, and it wasn't going to work on her now.
"You just want me to go with you because you strike out all the time with the girls, and if I'm there it still looks like you're leaving with someone at the end of the night." He smirks and nods.
"True, you know me so well, come on San… don't be such a bitch. It's Friday night and I know you need to unwind, you reek of uptightness, and not in a good way."
"Man I really would like to, but…" she lies. She really wants to just lie down in her bed and sleep off the disappointment of her day.
"No buts… you need to get out of this damn apartment…"
"I do get out of it… in fact I just got back to it after a really long day of work. Something you would know nothing about."
"Okay fine… but I know for a fact you don't have to work tomorrow, and you really need to get laid, cuz you're moody as hell. Come on, let's go find you a girl to pet that kitty of yours." She just rolls her eyes, Puck can be such a dick sometimes. "Get dressed Lopez… were going out and getting you some sweet snatch." She rolls her eyes knowing full well she'd lost the fight.
"You know, I hate you right."
Santana emerges from her room with her bike… she really didn't wear anything special… just the usual race attire. Plus she still looked smoken hot when she raced anyway.
"Finally… hopefully we didn't miss the race." Puck says as he stands up from the couch, the bottle of José was gone. Santana starts her bike and takes off leaving Puck behind, hopefully he locks up before he leaves.
The best part about the Drag is that it is low key. It was one of those parties that a person would have to find out from a friend of a friend. Tonight the main event was taking place in an abandoned warehouse. Santana pulls her bike right up to the door.
The bouncer just eyes her up.
"Sup J." She calls to him, he just nods. She was a regular street racer, and was pretty well known throughout the circuit. Minutes later Puck pulls up on his Honda… it wasn't anything worth racing. He lost his baby in a pink slip race a couple months ago. Now he was stuck watching and placing bets until he could get a bike that was worth racing again.
"Thanks for waiting." He says with some sarcasm.
"Well I thought you could keep up, I guess I was wrong." They both walk past J, and into the warehouse, which was full of people dancing and drinking. Santana makes her way to the bar.
"Patron…" she yells at the bartender… "And make it a double." He just nods.
"Hey I'm gonna go see when the next race is." Puck says before he makes his way through the crowd. The bartender pours Santana her shot, she swallows it with ease before she makes her way to the dance floor. Normally she wasn't all into to dancing but she needed to unwind somehow, and right now dancing seemed like the best course of action until the race started. The music's beat was intense, but her body seemed to move on its own. She ended up getting lost in the beat. After a while she felt a hands slip around her waist. She couldn't help but to look over her shoulder and gasp. Normally she would have given that person a piece of her mind, because it was not okay to touch her without her permission, but when she had turned she came face to face with Miss Brittany Pierce. Santana stopped dancing all together, the shock pretty much made it impossible for her to move anyway.
'Brittany… oh my god what was she doing here?' Santana's mouth is open as she's trying to think of something to say.
"Hey…" Brittany says with a smirk.
"H-hey." Santana says trying to close her mouth. They fall into an awkward silence before Brittany pulls the Latina closer so she didn't have to yell. Slowly Brittany starts to move again to the music, making Santana sway along with her.
"So this is why you couldn't party with us earlier?" Brittany spoke into Santana's ear just loud enough so she could hear.
"Huh… no I actually just got here… my friend practically had to pull me out of my apartment." Santana stops dancing again. Brittany nods. She then places her hands back on the Latinas hips and starts to move them again. Brittany was determined to dance with Santana, even if it involved her moving the Latina's hips for her… plus she liked the control.
"Well I'm glad you did, otherwise I wouldn't get to dance with you." She says. Santana is lost for words. "I wanted to apologize for earlier… It seemed like I must have said something wrong back at the track." She adds.
"No, it wasn't you… I get like that after a stressful day of work. I'm sorry for snapping at you." Santana says trying not to stutter. They continue to move to the music, Brittany still controlling the speed of the dance. Santana was starting to feel the heat that was being generated between them.
"So, can I buy you a drink?" Brittany asks but doesn't wait for Santana to answer instead she pulls the girl towards the bar. After they got their drinks Brittany leads her towards the VIP area. It was a little quieter. "So… what are you doing here?" Brittany finally asks after taking a drink of her martini.
"Well other than to drink and piss away my very small paycheck, I'm here to race."
"You race?" Brittany says with a little surprise in her voice. This brings out the competitive side in Santana.
"Well, I'm not a professional like you, but yes I do race."
"I should have known with that custom Ducati you were on earlier. She's a beauty." She takes another swig of her martini.
"Yea, she's my baby. What about you, why are you here? I thought you guys had a victory party going on back at the stadium."
"Yeah we did, that was the pre-party, and then we heard about this place, so some of my friends decided to move the party over here."
"Where are they now?" Brittany looks over her shoulder at the crowd below them and scans the crowd. She points at two people dancing similar to how they were earlier. Santana follows her gaze towards the dance floor.
"The blonde is Quinn, we went to high school together, she works in L.A. as a Photographer, and the brunette dancing with her is Rachel, she a singer, they met in college, and have been dating ever since." Santana notices it was the same two girls she saw earlier at the race track. Than Brittany's words click.
"They're dating!" Santana about chokes on her drink, Brittany just laughs. 'Well that's a shock,' she thinks.
"Yup, I'll have to introduce you sometime." Brittany says with a smirk. Brittany knew there was a reason the Latina was a little moody earlier, she was jealous.
"B-But… I thought… she kissed you after the race…" Santana points to Rachel who had her hands on Quinn's butt, as they danced. Yup she was definitely jealous of Rachel it seemed.
"Yeah… she does that… I guess she was never taught boundaries." Brittany explains. They sit in silence, well as silent as a club can get. Santana tries to process the new information she just learned.
"So you're not…"
"I'm actually single. Dating is kind of difficult with my job, some people can't handle the risk involved, and others the traveling that comes along with it." Santana is still kind of dazed.
"I… huh." She thinks. She looks back towards the two on the dance floor, then back towards Brittany who was still smirking as she sipped her drink.
"You thought Rachel and I were together didn't you." Santana just looks down at her drink.
"Well I mean, what else was I supposed to think." Santana tries to build her defense, but was failing miserably.
"Tell you what. Let me make it up to you. Why don't you let me take you out on a date?" Brittany says with a cheeky smile that melts Santana's heart.
"Brittany… I don't think…" this didn't deter Brittany. One thing she was aware of was that Santana had a pride problem, but she had a plan to get pass that.
"Okay look, we'll make this interesting… in the next race, if I win you let me take you out."
"You're racing?" Santana gives her a disbelieving look.
"Yeah… why not?" Brittany says with a shrug.
"You do know it's a street course right. Like if you get caught you go to jail kind of racing."
"Do you actually think someone can catch me?" Brittany says with some smugness that only spurs Santana on.
"I'm undefeated…" Santana says with confidence.
"So am I…" Brittany meets her challenge.
"So what do I get if I win?"
"Well I guess that's up to you, what do you want if you win... And that's a pretty big if."
"Well…" Santana thinks. "That's going to be my little secret. You're just going to have to find out after the race when I win."
"You think you can actually beat me?"
"I've seen you race, I think I can handle you." Santana says confidently.
An alarm goes off in the club as the music dies down an announcer's voice rings out across the speakers.
"Ah yeah… ladies and gentlemen we are finally ready for the main event of the night. All you racers who think they can handle our toughest course yet, make your way outside to the starting point. Tonight the winner will be taking home a very nice chunk of change, and the losers will go home with… well nothing. Also this is a pink slip race and the winner will get their choice of bike if they so choose to. That's right ladies and gentlemen this is the real fucken deal so don't step up if you can't perform. We have very experienced racers here tonight so it will be an interesting race. Betting will stay open until the race starts, so make sure you place your bets." Santana and Brittany make their way outside. There is already a crowd forming, and most of the other racers were already on their bikes.
Santana pulls on her helmet and is rolling her bike to the starting line. Brittany's bike pulls up beside her, she had a custom bike too, and it was white with pink fluorescent rims. But what catches Santana's attention is the fact that it has two containers of NOS attacked to it. This bike had at least 60 grand extra put into it, it was pretty much any racers dream bike. Brittany smirks as she revs her engine to entice Santana.
"You are so going down lady…" She mutters to herself. She closes her visor then starts her own bike, revving her engine to answer Brittany's challenge.
"Okay everyone knows the endpoint, right? First one there wins, and remember, anything goes. And if the cop finds you it's your own ass remember, and please don't be that dick that brings them to the end point."
The announcer then turns his attention back to the crowd. The flag girl walks out and with the wave of her green flag all 20 bikes spring to life. The end point was downtown, Santana knew which way she thought would be the quickest but there were a lot of red lights down that way, not to mention cops, but it was a risk she was going to have to take. Her thoughts were sidetracked when a white bike springs up beside her. Brittany was mocking her, she could tell.
'Fine you want a race.' Santana floors her bike picking up speed and giving the blonde the challenge she was looking for. Brittany was having fun weaving around the brunette and other racers. They seem to be in there on little world was they race to the finish line.
The traffic was minimal but they both ended up weaving through cars. Santana noticed that many of the racers were avoiding the interstate at this time they probably were going to weave through the residential area, which in the end would waste more time than it was worth. Brittany however follow right beside Santana, every once and a while her bike would spring forward which Santana then would easily keep up with. They were having fun in a very weird competitive sort of way.
They make their way towards downtown Brittany bike still out performing Santana's.
'Shit,' Santana thinks 'there's no way I can beat her one on one I need to think of a way to get in front of her.'
At the last moment she veers down an alleyway… Brittany looks over her shoulder at the last moment. Her bike was picking up speed. They were almost to the finishing point. Santana on the other hand was regretting her decision, the ally way was too small for her to accelerate properly, and although it was quicker than the main road she wasn't able to obtain the speed she needed to get in front of Brittany. By the time she made it out of the alley she is just barely in front of Brittany.
"Come on almost there." She says to herself as she floors the bike.
She can see the finish line and the group of people gathered there, but her final attempt wasn't good enough… Brittany whizzes by her. Her bike practically doing a wheelie, she uses the NOS to propel her ahead of Santana just as she crosses the finish line. Both of them slam on their breaks to bring their bikes to a screeching stop. Turns out they're both the first racers to arrive.
Santana quickly tares off her helmet and throws it to the ground. Brittany does the same, but she doesn't throw her helmet. She's sporting a shit eating smile that just ignites the Latina's anger more. She doesn't even notice the crowds cheering. Santana walks up to Brittany…
"No way… you cheated…" That was the only thing she could think of… Brittany just rolls her eyes.
"How did I cheat?"
"I don't know, but you did something, that will prove to have been cheating." She says.
"Oh my, you're a sore loser." Brittany says with a smirk.
"Oh I wouldn't know, I've never lost…" Santana says just as quick.
"That's okay, the first time it happens you end up a little bit sore." Brittany says with a hint of lust, which makes Santana blush. By this time a man walks up and hands Brittany a wad of cash. The other racers had finished by now. A few of them had been chased by the cops that's why there were so far behind or didn't finish.
"As you know this was a pink slip race, so feel free to choose a bike if you wish." The man says… Brittany's eyes land on the black Ducati, she smirks.
"Tell you what, I won't take your bike if you give me your number and dance with me." She says… Santana doesn't even need time to think, she just pulls Brittany out to the dance floor. The music was just as loud as the last place. Brittany was behind Santana again, her hands on the girl's waist pulling her against her body. Santana's arms are above her head as they move to the music.
"Don't forget that you owe me a date."
"I thought you were taking me out?" Santana says.
"Oh, I intend to I just don't want you to forget."
By the time they were done dancing and drinking both girls were very drunk and were practically dry humping each other on the dance floor. Finally exhausted, they make their way out of the club, Brittany pulls out her phone.
"Y-ryou're too drunk to drive, and look all sleepy." Brittany's hand rub over her face. "I'll have someone pick us up." Brittany slurs and dials her phone. "Hey, yea it's me… yea I'm fine, I raced last night. I you need to… to come and pick me up please. And bring the truck, because my bike is here… yes I'll text you the address." Brittany hangs up. Santana is leaning up against her bike.
"Who was that?" She asks sleepily.
"My assistant… he practically takes care of me, so you're gonna stay at my place tonight… or this morning seeing as the sun is coming up and you are in no condition to drive." Santana was finding it hard to argue against her. She just nods. Minutes later a black truck pulls up. "This is him." A very fair skinned man jumps out of the truck. He was obviously gayer than the pride parade. "Good morning Kurt, this is Santana she also needs a ride."
"Yeah whatever, come on lets load your bikes and get the hell out of here so I can go back to sleep."
"Nice ride." Santana says.
"Thanks my dad gave to me in high school for my sweet sixteen." After they get the bikes loaded, which was surprisingly easy for two drunks, they jumped in the back of the oversized black truck.
"There will be no throwing up in my truck, understood." Kurt says firmly as he eyes the two in the back seat. They both nod. About halfway through there ride Brittany had passed out with her head on Santana's shoulder. Brittany was jerked awake when Kurt slammed on his breaks. They had arrived at Brittany mansion. "Come on we're here so get out… I'll get the guys to unload the truck, and I'll clear you schedule with your manager since you are in no condition to be talking to anyone until you sober up. Come on, and get out." Brittany looks over at Santana who is still passed out. She shakes her new friend awake. Santana can barely stand, she didn't really know what was happening to her at the moment but she felt like she was gliding. Brittany and Kurt tried their best to support the drunk's weight. "Let's put her in the guest bedroom." Kurt says and guides them into the room. They lay Santana on the nicely made bed. Brittany helps the brunette out of her shoes then realizing she didn't want to climb any stairs so she crawls into the bed next to the Latina. "Britt, are you sure you want to sleep next to a complete stranger?" Kurt says as he pulls off the blonde's shoes. Brittany grunts her approval.
"I c-can't climb stairs… too far… tired." She huffs as she is already drifting off.
"Fine whatever, I'll call you later." Kurt says before leaving the two to sleep off the alcohol.
It turns out Santana has this ability to strip in her sleep, and did so successfully while they slept. Brittany woke up hours later. She felt warm bare skin on top of her. Her eyes open slowly, Santana was now clad in only her undergarments and was lying practically on top of the blonde, her face was tucked into Brittany's neck. Her lips gently kissed the blonde neck. Brittany had no idea what had happened since they had arrived at her place, she remembered that Kurt had left them, but she was sure they had just fallen to sleep, why was Santana practically naked and getting up close and personal with her neck? Brittany didn't want to wake the Latina who was still sleeping. She was oddly comfortable with the Santana on top of her, so instead of trying to roll her away the blonde instead wraps her free arm around the girls back. She fell back to sleep effortlessly. They were both woke hours later by a loud ringing noise.
"Ow my head…" Santana moans, then she notices the blonde and the current position they were in. She immediately rolls off the blonde. Now aware she was only clad in her underwear she looks at Brittany who was also in the bed. At least Brittany was very much clothed.
"We didn't… I mean…" Santana stutters. Santana looks confused, Brittany notices as she stutters, she must not remember it happening either.
"No you must have gotten hot or something while we slept and stripped at some point." Santana looks embarrassed.
"Sorry… I shouldn't have drank so much."
The bell rings again.
"Shit …" Brittany rolls out of the bed. "I'll give you some privacy too… um, you know." She waves at Santana's clothes that were strewn around the room.
Brittany leaves the room to answer the door. Santana starts to get dressed, it was an awkward moment even if they hadn't done anything. She was having a hard time remembering anything after the race. She just remembered a lot of dancing and way too many shots. She looks at her phone, it was already 2pm. She'd practically slept the entire day. She grabs her shirt and head towards the bedroom door.
"So what happened to you last night Britt?"
Rachel and Quinn had come over, since the blonde hadn't answered their phone calls. They just wanted to make sure she was okay. Well Rachel wanted to make sure she was okay, and this was the only thing Quinn could do to keep her girlfriend from calling the police. Just as Brittany is about to explain her night, Santana walks into the room, she'd just finished pulling her shirt over her head.
"Oh… so that's why you weren't answering your phone." Quinn says with a smug smile.
End…
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