Disclaimer: I don't own glee or its characters

Author's note: Yeah I have time to update more! So last chapter was kind of intense… hopefully you guys don't loath Puck too much. But since there is some confusion on that relationship this chapter is going to attempt to clarify why Santana helped him. Flashbacks, and a Brittana date since it is a Brittana story after all. So its gonna be a long one… and a lead up to some more waves. Enjoy

I Make Them Good Girls Go Bad.

Prt. 6

Making Waves… on Sand Dune Lakes


There was something different about cleaning another person's house… sometimes you get this incredible feeling about going through their shit. Other times you literally hated going their other people shit, 'cuz people be nasty.' She was busy scrubbing way any disturbing fluids left on a toilet seat in the master bathroom of some rich person's house. The scrubbing motion along with the highly concentrated smell of bleach was slowly calming her agitated mind. It was probably the damn bleach, 'yeah contact high.' But in the end cleaning was helping her sort out the madness of last night's events.

"You cannot be serious… Santana wake your ass up!" Santana is jolted awake. "Did you really fall asleep while cleaning the damn toilet?" Santana was indeed making friends with the toilet seat. She didn't even remember falling asleep, but the subtle hint of drool pooling on the pristinely clean throne seat pretty much said it all. 'Yuck.'

"Shit…" she whips the drool from her chin with the shoulder of her pink blazer. 'I guess I have to do that over.'

"What are you drunk?" Mercedes says as she grabs the trash can from underneath the sink.

"No… but I think this bleach is starting to give me brain damage."

"You mean more than you already have" Mercedes says smugly.

"Funny… whatever, its clean enough anyway." She quickly whips the pooled drool off the seat with her rubber gloved hand before calling it good. "What else we got?"

"You mean besides sleeping on the job… were pretty much done for the day. Here…" she hands Santana the trash. "You can take this out to the curb." Santana doesn't argue, simply because she more than happy to be done for the day. As she makes her way back to the oversized house she sees Zizes, and Mercedes packing up the work supplies. "Finally we're done…" Mercedes says as Zizes closes the back of the cleaning car.

"Yeah this place sucked… they didn't have anything god to snoop through." Zizes says as she makes her way to the driver's side of the car. Santana piles in the back, while Mercedes sits shotgun. Zizes definitely liked snooping through other peoples belonging, her logic was… 'if they didn't want me to see it, they should have locked it in a safe.' And it was true, she once spent two hours going through a ladies movie collection simple to see what they had in common. Santana on the other hand only enjoyed snooping through the fridge, cuz rich people have the best food. She once made and ate an entire thing of frozen bread sticks simply because the owner had like eighteen bags of them in the freezer.

"So besides helping Puck sort out his mess, how was your weekend? What did you do after I left work?" Mercedes asks. Santana thinks back to Friday night, it was probably the only good thing that happened. She remembers dancing with the lovely blonde, and then remembers Brittany beating her in the race. She blushes at the memory of waking up in the guest bedroom practically on top of the girl, and pretty much naked. She was a regular Houdini when it came to escaping her clothes at night, and alcohol seemed to enhance her natural ability.

"Look at you… I didn't know you could turn red." Zizes says as she watches Santana through the rearview mirror.

"I know right… something major when down, so spill." Mercedes adds as she turns in her seat to get a better view of the blushing Latina.

"Well… Puck drug me to the Drag, you know, as his wingman or whatever, and you'll never guess what happened…"

"Brittany was there." Mercedes finishes for her, Santana is shocked.

"What… how the fuck did you know! I drunk called you again didn't I!" Mercedes laughs, she has gotten many drunk calls from her friend on Friday nights, usually to inform her she was about to get laid, and need someone to tell. Which then was followed up with the awkward apology text the next morning.

She shakes her head though. "Nope… no crazy drunk dialing from you Friday…"

"But, then how the Fuck?"

"Shut your mouth girl… it wasn't that hard to figure out, because you got that damn look on your face. It's the same look you get when we talk about your crazy celebrity crush." She says with some smugness.

"Whatever… plus she isn't a celebrity… she's an athlete." Mercedes gives her a small smirk.

"So… what did you and said athlete do at the Drag?" Because she didn't know everything that went down Friday night.

"We danced… and drank" she smiles at the memory of Brittany holding her waist as they grinded to the loud club music.

"And…?" Mercedes says trying to milk as much information from the Latina as possible.

"And… she let me crash at her place…"

"Get out…" Zizes slams on her car breaks, she's forgotten they were actually driving for a moment. "You slept with Brittany Spears!"

"No Zizes, S. Pierce… not Spears… you know the girl who races motocross." Mercedes explains.

'Oh' she mouths. "Sorry… I got a little excited there…"

"Anyway… I didn't sleep with her… well… I mean I did, but not like with her with her… she was just in the same bed…." Santana forgets to breath, so she left gasping for air after her rant.

"Whoa… slow down there… we get it… damn girl, you need to take a chill pill or something."

"Ooo so they make those?" The two girls roll their eyes at Zizes who was obviously giving them crap.

"Anyways… I crashed at her place since I was too drunk to drive home."

"That's it…" Mercedes asks after a tension filled moment. Wanting more than just a sleep over story. Santana smiles… there was more. "Oh, come on you can't just leave me hanging… I needs this shit to survive."

"Fine… she asked me out… on a date." Santana says with a smirk.

"Aw... That's my girl, hooking up with athletes and getting asked out on dates. See you can't get that kind of drama from T.V." Zizes agrees with a nod. "So when is she taking you out?"

"This Saturday… she hasn't told me where, but she said it'll be fun."

"So it's not going to be like a cookie cutter movie and dinner date?"

"Nope." Not like she would mind, since she couldn't remember the last time she just went to a movie and had dinner.

"Well good for you."

The rest of the day went by smoothly, Santana ended up buying the girls' lunch since she slacked during work, but later that night got ample amount of sleep.


Tuesday went by quicker than she even thought possible, maybe that was because she was now fully rested. She worked at the stadium while a peewee football tournament was being held. So for the most part it was a pretty laid back day.

Wednesday was another story. She found herself stressed again, she tried to justify it was stress from work, cleaning was a bitch. But in the end she knew it was because Puck was supposed to pay back the Russian mob by now.

She hadn't heard from him since Sunday night, which was a good thing because she was still pissed about the whole Brucie thing, but bad because she didn't know if he was alright. She tried to make herself not care, but even if Puck was a total jerk, or tended to fuck up her life more than she liked. He was still… well Puck. She found herself at the Drag later that night, this time it was being held at an abandoned fair track. She was only there to drink, no racing for her tonight. She instead sought some much needed therapy from the endless bottom of her martini glass. The place was packed, which wasn't unusual for a Wednesday. Wednesdays were usually the nights when large groups of gamblers would come through to place bets on a closed circuit races. Which meant they didn't let just anyone race. Tonight belonged to the mobs… all in a friendly competition to see who had the best racers. This didn't interest the Latina whatsoever. 'Nope,' sucking on her last green olive seemed like enough. She was interrupted from her moment when an envelope slaps down next to her drink. She looks over and sees Puck. She rolls her eyes… not really wanting to see the jerk. But at least some of that tension was released, at least now she knew he was alive. And at least he didn't have the shit ass grin on his face. Instead he looked a little too serious. "What the fuck do you want Puckerman?" She says as she downs the last of her drink before waving to the bartender to get her a refill.

"Nothing, I just thought I'd come over to, I don't know talk or something." He says in a serious tone.

"And what did you want to talk about?" She says as she sips a small amount of her now full martini, she doesn't look at him but is waiting for him to talk.

"I wanted to apologize, for Sunday… or I guess for putting you in that position." She rolls her eyes again.

"Puck I don't want your damn apology…"

"I know… look, this is for you…" he slides the envelope closer to her.

"Please tell me that isn't more borrowed money."

"No… it's not. I paid back the Russians… this is for you." She eyes the envelope. "It's not much, but it's all I had left after paying back Brucie. I know you hate the guy so I went down and talked to him, we worked out a deal. I gave him back the ten I owed and told him you weren't interested in working for him anymore." Santana finally faces Puck. "I know I fucked up, and I didn't think Brucie would do that, I honestly thought he was going to pay full price for the truck. But after you said he jack you over, I knew I had to set things right. So I sold my Honda…"

"Wait you sold you crappy ass bike… how the hell did that thing get you enough money to pay back Brucie?"

"…Look I sold it to some teen willing to pay eleven for it. I paid back Brucie and the rest is for you."

"So… he just left it at that?"

"No… you know Brucie, the guy is always scheming something." Puck left it at that.

"So what are you planning on doing with this?" She says, pushing the envelope back towards him. There was obviously money inside it.

"That is for you. Look, it isn't much, but it's all I have right now… it should help you with rent for a couple months, and so you can find a new place."

"And what are you going to do now… I mean without your bike and stuff?"

"Well… Miss Lopez, some chick pretty much called me a fucking moocher the other day so I, like the rest of this honorable society, am going to join the working class of America. Come Thursday morning I will no longer be 'Puck the moocher', instead you will refer to me as 'Puck master of Pool cleaning and lawn care'." He says with a grin. Santana laughs into her drink.

"You found a job…?"

"Yeah… Lauren hooked me up, I'll be rocking a pink blazer like the rest of you guys tomorrow."

"Wow… that's oddly disturbing."

"Yeah… but no worries, I'll still look badass in pink. She's also letting me stay at her place. I mean I pay rent and live in the same room as the washing machine, but it's mine until I can afford another place."

"That's great Puck."

"Yeah, well when the only person you can trust to have your back says they pretty much hate you, it becomes a wake up call to change. So I'm going to try and walk the boring manila line." Santana smacks him, she might not heist cars anymore, but she still raced illegally. After they finish their drinks they turn to watch the next race that was just being announced. "So are you still pissed at me?" Santana raises her eyebrow then shakes her head no.

"No… I've pretty much accepted that you will always find a way to mess up." She nudges him playfully.

"Hey you're no angel either, shit I can't even count how many time I saved your ass from getting shot… " Santana nods. She can't even count how many times she's been shot at, but Puck was always there. "You remember that time we were stealing that vintage 69 mustang from that old lady… man your ass was almost Swiss cheese."


Flashback… 6 years ago

"Are you sure this is the right address!" Santana says in a hushed tone as Puck and her sneak around the poorly lit suburbs looking for this mustang.

"Yeah… that's what Brucie said."

They were both dressed in black from head to toe, going house to house to trying find this 69 eggshell blue mustang.

"Are you sure… did you write down the wrong number again?"

"Okay calm down, it should be the next one." Puck says in a hushed voice. The house is a small one story, with a single detached garage. They quickly and quietly sneak into the back yard to check the garage. Santana flashes her light through the window, and sure enough the car she was supposed to steal was inside.

Normally she only brought Puck with her if the neighborhood was crappy, but tonight she brought him to help push the car away from the place before starting the vehicle. It was a two person job and Puck was always the best person to bring with.

"Okay, I see it help me open the garage door."

They work as quietly as possible. Both opening the creaky garage door to reveal the pristine car. They worked in silence, Santana pops the car into neutral then helping Puck push the vehicle from the confines of the musky building. In a strange way it felt like they were liberating the vehicle from its boring confines and setting it free. But in reality they were stealing it for a man they both worked for. Just as Santana passes the back door of the house, the yard light flashes on, blinding both of them. Not a moment later the back door flies open and an old grandma wearing a muumuu steps out sporting a very large twelve gauge shotgun. Santana freeze.

"Get the Fuck away from my car!" The grandma yells as she shoulders the gun. And just as the Grandma is about to pull the trigger Puck tackles her to the ground. The grandma ends up hitting the beautiful vehicle instead.

"Shit come on!" Puck practically pulls her to her feet as they both take off running before the grandma reloads another round and declares open season on their ass. Let's just say without him she probably would have been mounted on the old lady's living room wall.

Present

"Ugh… that lady was insane… I mean who has a shotgun in L.A.?"

"Someone who is willing to use it… shit… and what about that time you were being chased by the cops after you fell for that bait car. I mean your ass was almost rotting behind bars." Santana cringed at the memory. That wasn't a pleasant thought.

'Damn orange jump suits.'

"Or the time…"

"Okay… Okay I get it… I've caused just as much trouble as you."

"Hey I'm just trying to put things in perspective… I might not be perfect, but there was a time where you need rescuing from the mob too."

"Fine, whatever… I get it… but still, I mean I left that shit behind me."

"Yeah… and I was an asshole by bringing you back in, but not anymore. Consider yourself hassle free, because this Puck isn't taking out any more loans from sharks. The only funds I'm going to be using to place bets are coming from my new crappy paycheck."

"There you go…" she pats his chest. "So completely random question, but did Brucie bring up that new job while you were there?"

Puck nodded as he took a pull from his beer.

"He did, told me that he was really looking forward to your assistance, but I told him you were out. He didn't say anything about what it was though, just said he needed the best."

"Yeah the best." She grumbles, 'sometimes being the best sucks.'

"Look I told him you weren't interested, but he seemed pretty hard core about sending you the information anyway. So If you get an email, just don't reply."

She shrugs, truth was the job intrigued her, Brucie was anything but secretive, so the fact he didn't blab about it caught her attention. "Yeah… well are you ready to blow this joint? Cuz now that you're a part of the working class I should warn you, waking up before seven am is a bitch."


Thursday…

"Puck you missed a spot!" Santana yells from the second story bedroom window, she'd been watching Puck for the last hour as he attempted to clean their client's giant pool. Oh, and it was really hot outside which made the situation even funnier. "Poor Puck sweating his butt off while we all bask in the air-conditioned house." The girl all laugh. That's when her phone goes off. She looks at the screen and sees it was a text from Brittany. She couldn't help but smile. All the text said was

-Hey

She couldn't help but laugh, she could just see the confident athlete sitting in her well-manicured home trying to figure out what to text the person she would be taking out on Saturday.

-Hey yourself… to what do I owe the pleasure? She texts back

-Pleasure? Brittany texts back.

-I meant, what's up?

Minutes later she gets a text back.

-Sorry for a moment I thought I was texting Rachel… she always texts me like that? I thought maybe I texted the wrong person.

-Nope it's me Santana sits on the freshly made bed, not caring that she's messing it up.

-So I was just thinking, you know about our date on Sat… we're still on right?

-Of course, unless you need to cancel? Not more than two seconds later she gets a text back.

-No… She gets anther text moments later. -So you're okay with it being an all-day kind of thing… cuz if that's too much for a first date we can always do a movie and a dinner.

Santana thinks about it but truthfully the idea of this mystery date was consistently on her mind.

-No I'm still cool with the mystery date

-Okay Awesome… send me your address so I can pick you up from your place, oh and pack extra clothes.

'Whoa… extra clothes? This mystery date is just getting better and better.'

Before she knows it she's sitting in the back of Zizes's car shoulder to shoulder with a very smelly, sweaty Puck.

"Ew… you're all slimy…" she whines… "Zizes crack a window, Puck's pits are trying to make a statement that he needs to invest in better deodorant.

"Hell no I'm not cracking a window… it's like 90' outside… plus I have the air conditioning on."

"I say, it serves you right for slacking again." Mercedes says as she sniffs a pine scented air freshener.

"Yeah and for laughing at me all day" Puck says as hugs the Latina.

"Oh, you are so dead!" She punches the guy. "At least I didn't pass out while cleaning the toilet again."

"Yeah… focus on those small accomplishments." Mercedes adds with a smirk.

"Bitch."

"Satan."

"Puck!" Puck adds as he throws his arms up in the air.

"Man! Keep those things down… I might have an air freshener to my nose, but it's only slightly covering up your stank ass. Hurry up Zizes I needs to get out of this car as fast as possible." She adds for good measure.

"Don't worry M. Next time we'll push him in the pool or hose him off before we leave."

"Good thinking S."

"Thanks, that's why you keep me around." She says with some smugness.

"So, what were you and Brittany texting about while the rest of us slaved away."

"Brittany? As in the girl who beat you last Friday? What are you two dating or something?"

"Stuff it Puckerman… and for your information no… we're not dating, she taking me on a date. I told you this, don't you remember?"

"Um… no, but I was really high on pain medication… and I might have had a concussion. When is the date?"

"On Saturday… isn't that cute?"Mercedes says turning around in her seat.

She rolls her eyes, Puck must be imagining it, because he has his creepy smile on.

"Hey! Whatever you're thinking about in that perverted head of yours, knock it off… it disturbs me."

"I'm just trying to figure out the last time you were on a date… I mean you haven't actually dated since Sugar…" and then the car got quiet.

"Way'da go Puckerman!" Mercedes turns around at slaps the air freshener in his face. "Here rub this shit over your nasty ass body otherwise you're walking the rest of the way home."

Friday was hell. Not in the sense of stress, but in the sense that time decided to slow down… making her job seem longer than she thought possible, and she was only working a half a day. She couldn't help but stare at the clock on her phone every ten minutes hoping time was moving faster than it felt, but no matter how many times she looked time decided to drag its ass. When work was over she found herself faced with a new feeling, nervousness. One thing everyone knew about Santana was she was anything but. Half the time she comes across as an A-Grade bitch simply because she can't seem to keep her smugness in check. But now sitting in Mercedes apartment trying to figure out what she was going to wear tomorrow that's all she felt, nervous.

"Whoa girl, is that you that's making that weird humming noise? Cuz I can hear from inside my room." Mercedes ask as she comes into the living room only to find the Latina looking over five possible outfits for tomorrow.

"Brittany said I should wear something comfortable that can get dirty…" she panics over the possible choices laid out in front of her. "Do any of these give that appearance without looking like I got dressed in the dark?" Mercedes can't help but execute a perfect eyebrow lift, this was the first time she's seen Santana's nervous side, and truthfully she didn't comprehend what was happening to the girl. Santana was never like this even when she was dating her ex or picking up a random, so whatever Brittany was doing to her was a new experience for everyone.

"Okay girl… calm down… what time will she be here to pick you up?"

"10"

"And she said to wear something that could get dirty, which means you'll probably be outside. Tomorrow will be sunny so…" she speaks slowly so the Latina can follow. "I suggest wearing something like this." She picks up the pair of jean booty shorts, with a kami and a light pull over that hug over her shoulder. "This keeps it light but you can always get a new pair if they get dirty… maybe pack a pair of jeans too."

Santana nods at the suggestion… it wasn't overly extravagant but Brittany said comfortable so.

"Okay…" she lets out her breath.

"Then just throw on your aviators and a pair of convers and call it good." Mercedes says as she goes back to doing what she was before she came into the living room… she was getting ready to go out, it was Friday after all, time to let loose. "Are you sure you're not going to come out with us tonight? It's just going to be some of the peeps from work, nothing too crazy."

"No… no I'm sure. Just my luck my nerves will get the best of me and I'll get drunk and have a massive hangover or something."

"Yea… or something…" Mercedes says with some sarcasm.

"Wait, what about my hair?"

"Jesus San… this isn't the first time you've been on a date." She looks at the girl who is panicking again. "Fine… if it was me, I'd wear it up, but not like crazy cheerleader hair, just like in that loose side ponytail thing you use to do." Santana nods again. "Now do you need me to help pick out your lingerie or do you think you can handle that?" She says as a joke.

"Oh shit … I totes forgot about underwear… shit M. Now you have to…" Santana says with all seriousness.

"Ah hell to the no, I love ya girl but this weird nervous thing not hot… pull your shit together… your Santana Fucking Lopez… start acting like it."

"Okay… okay… I got this. It's no big… M!"

"Fuck this I'll see you tomorrow." Mercedes leaves the girl to face her fears alone.

Meanwhile across town two other friends were facing a similar distraught Brittany.

Brittany had just spent the last two hours throwing clothes out of her closet trying desperately to find an outfit for tomorrow. She was fine all week, she was calm, and collected then around noon then the panic set in.

She called Rachel and Quinn two hours ago seeking some sort of guidance, but the two friends seemed to be no help at all.

"Okay what about this, with this?" She holds up another outfit.

"Well…" Rachel about to say something before Brittany throws it into the ever growing pile of clothes.

"No… I can wear that… shit I need some input here."

"Brittany sweetie, every time we try to say something you inteur-"

"What about this?" Brittany holds up another outfit.

"I give up." Quinn mutters to Rachel who nods in agreement, then quickly and quietly get up from the blondes bed and leave her to panic in solitude.

"I've never seen her like this… ever… like never ever."

"I get it Quinn… the first time eight times you said it… I get it Brittany's nervous and it's freaking you out too. Which is weird since you aren't even going on the date." Rachel says as they leave.

After two more hours of digging through her now empty closet Brittany finally pulls together an outfit, she settled on skinny jeans and a faded American flag T-shirt.


Next morning.

Santana had been awake since 7, which was a first for a weekend. Normally she slept in all day, but today was different, she wanted to be ready for when Brittany arrived.

In the end it only took her and hour and a half to get ready, which again was a first. Now she had to wait until 10, 'so unfair.'

If she thought waiting for time to go by on Friday was hell, this was 100 times worse, like the deepest darkest part of hell where only the special people got to go to, that's what she was feeling at that moment.

She was relieved slightly when she got a text from Brittany saying she was on her way, it came at 930, so the blonde must have been excited too.

Santana tried to distract herself as much as possible… flipping the TV channels like it was an Olympic sport. Her gold medal was when the doorbell chimed. She practically fell off the couch to answer the door.

She opens is and isn't disappointed, Brittany is standing there rocking a Ka$ha inspired look. She takes a moment to take in the girl's appearance, she looked amazing. 'Damn.'

"Hey…" Brittany says after she took in the Latina's appearance too. She was trying not to drool at the sight of the girls perfectly toned legs. "Are you ready to go?"

"Oh… yea just let me grab my bag." Santana turns back into her makeshift room, which was just a phooton and grabs the bag with her spare clothes. When she turns around Brittany is standing in the room instead of at the front door.

"You let your bike sleep inside?" She says as she notices the black Superbike is parked in the kitchen off to the side.

"Yeah, just for now… my friend that I'm living with doesn't like it but I kind of have no other place to put it. I'm actually in the process of finding my own place again.

"That's cool… I use to park my bikes inside too, but my assistant says I'm not allowed to anymore. Evidently I got mud all over the carpet."

"Yea… that seems to be the argument I get in with my roommate… and I would totally park it outside but every time I do I get this feeling someone is going to sit on it or something. Anyways I'm ready."

"Oh right… you look really pretty by the way."

"Oh this…You too, I mean you look great."

"Well, shall we?"

"Lead the way." She follows Brittany out the front door making sure to lock the door before they left. She didn't want her baby being stolen.

Brittany's SUV is sitting out front.

"Wow that's a nice SUV… is it yours?" She asks.

"Um, no… it Blaine's, you know my mechanic's."

"Oh, why didn't we take yours?"

"Well besides the fact that I don't own a car, I usually have my assistant take me everywhere, Kurt he was the guy that picked us up from the club Saturday morning." Santana could vaguely remember how she even got home, but she did remember a very flamboyant man.

"Oh yeah, he told us not to throw up in the back seat."

"Yup, that's him. Anyways I was going to borrow his truck or whatever, but turns his truck was stolen Sunday night." This caught Santana attention. It was as if a thousand sirens were ringing in her ears. "Anyway they reported it or whatever, but the cops told him that he probably wouldn't be seeing it again. So hence Blaine's vehicle." Santana wanted to ask more questions about it, but truthfully she was kind of scared to know the answers. She sat in silence waiting for Brittany to start another conversation. But Brittany seemed just as happy to drive in silence.

"So um… where are you taking me?" She asks as she notices the road they were on was going to take them out of the city.

"It's a surprise… but we'll be there soon. As long as we don't get lost like the last time I was out here." Santana tries to judge if she was serious, but Brittany seemed to have the world's greatest poker face. Turns out she was. They settled for small talk, to get to know each other better. After an hour and a half of driving Brittany turns off the main road. For a while Santana thought maybe Brittany was taking her to Mexico or something since they'd been traveling south for a while. Now they were driving on a dirt road, in the middle of god knows where.

"I've seen this before…" she interrupts the silence.

"You've been here?"

"No, I've seen it… you're going to take us into a scene from those horror movies aren't you, the hills have eyes or something?" Brittany giggles.

"No, no horror movies, I promise. But we are here." In front of them was an older looking farm. The house and barn were old but they looked maintained.

"Where are we?"

"Um… it's just a place I use to come when I first move here. Over there…" she points away from the farm. "Are some really great sand dunes… I thought since the last time we hung out we street raced, this time we should take you off the asphalt and see what you can do with sand." Brittany explains as she parks the SUV next to the barn. Santana doesn't know what to think… she's never ridden off of asphalt. She follows Brittany into the barn. Brittany grabbed some gear out of the SUV. Helmets, gloves, goggles, and anything else she thought they'd need. She also grabbed a backpack. Inside the barn Santana sees two dirt bikes propped up next to each other. One was red and the other was black. Brittany explained that these where her first bike she bought herself before she got a sponsorship. The bike themselves looked like they had seen better days… but Brittany reassured her they were perfectly safe. They looked different from the ones she's seen Brittany use at the stadium.

"Why do they look so different from the one's at the stadium?"

"Well these bad boys are not set up for the track… the suspension is all off and the tires were made for recreation, not racing." Santana eyes the machine nervously. Brittany hands her some gear and they suit up. The next thing Santana was straddling the black dirt bike, it definitely didn't feel like her baby at home.

"Hey… you look nervous."

"I am a little bit, I've never been off road, I mean like sand dunes… kind of intense. You're taking me out of my element."

"I thought you'd be a little cautious…. But trust me everything will be fine. It's set up just like your bike, clutch, shifter, throttle all like a normal bike the only difference will be the feel."

"What do you mean? The feel."

"Okay so you know how when you driving your bike, it becomes like an extension of your body… like you know how it's going to handle because you can feel it. That's exactly what you need to do with a dirt bike… you just have to feel out how the bike is going to react to certain variables, and adjust before it happens. Do you get what I'm trying to say?" Santana never thought about it… but It made sense, she knew how her bike handled… and how to adjust it to the environment around her if needed. She just never thought about it very much, it was almost like an involuntary reaction, like breathing.

"I think I get it."

"Okay… trust me you're going to have fun, and that sand is a lot more compact than you think it is." They finish suiting up, before kick starting the loud dirt bikes to life. After working for so long at the stadium Santana thought she'd gotten use to the roar of the dirt bikes, but evidently hearing the engine revs from the stands was a lot different from actually hearing the bike. Santana tightened her helmet one last time. "We'll start out slow, okay!" Brittany yells over to her. Santana nods. Then next thing she knew Brittany's bike was peeling across the field towards the sand dunes. At first the Santana was a little hesitant, Brittany said it was all about feeling, but she was having trouble feeling anything since the bike seemed to be vibrating like mad man.

'Jesus, how do you turn this damn this off.' Brittany on the other hand seemed to be in her element. She kept looking over her shoulder to make sure Santana was still behind her, and not laying helplessly in the sand somewhere. But for the most part the Latina seemed to keep pace. She even looked like she was smiling in her helmet every time her bike got a little air. Santana was having fun… sure she was secretly praying to whatever god was watching to make sure she didn't somehow bury the front tire in loose sand and go flying. But eventually she becomes more relaxed and confident handling the dirt bike. Time seemed to fly as the two of them speed across the barren sand dunes, and soon the farm house was out of sight. Brittany was now showing off majorly, as she hit another large dune and got massive air. She moved the bike just like she said, it's just become an extension of her body. She was flawless, and free. Santana even got air, she felt that sudden rush of adrenaline she got while racing, it was overpowering. Eventually Brittany stops on top of a dune and waits for Santana to catch up. Santana pulls up beside her, below them was a small oasis.

"Try and go down at an angle, the sand is really loose here!" Brittany yells before skirting down the embankment, Santana followed behind her, taking note about so she didn't dump the bike. The moment they made it down the ravine Brittany and Santana eagerly stripped off all their bike gear. It was starting to get hot, Brittany check her watch, it was now 1230, just in time for lunch. She smiles as she takes off the helmet. She couldn't help but smile when she noticed the slight case of helmet hair Santana was now sporting.

"Here, let me help you." She says as she runs her fingers through the girl's slightly frazzled hair. Santana can't help but look away. "There, perfect…" she tucks a loose strand behind the girl's ear, "so, are you hungry?" She leads the brunette down to the water's edge before pulling out a blanket from the backpack and laying it across the warm sand.

"This place is beautiful." Santana can't help but take it all in.

"Yeah. I use to come here all the time, I still do in the off season."

"It's strangely peaceful", Santana sits next the blonde on the blanket. Brittany is busy pulling out Tupperware filled with food.

"It's nothing extravagant, as you know I'm not the best cook in the world, so Quinn helped me put this together, let's see, rye bread sandwiches, then some fruit, and a garden salad. Is that okay?"

"Of course , it's perfect. I've never been on a picnic in the desert before. Beaches yes, but a hidden oasis, that's a whole new level."

"I've never brought anyone out here before… not even Quinn or Rachel."

"Just me?" Brittany nods. "Well I'm glad you did, this place is just breath taking." She says as she looks at Brittany instead of the surroundings. "And the ride out here was so much fun, the way you ride is amazing."

Brittany smiles at the compliment, she was glad the brunette was having fun, she was a little worried back at the barn when she'd told Santana what they were going to do. the girl had looked a little scared. But now Santana seemed to be more than enjoying herself. It's like she couldn't stop smiling, and that smile seemed to be infectious, because every time Brittany saw it, she smiled too. Santana was now sitting it just her kami and shorts, the sun was getting hot enough so shed a layer of clothing. She even buried her feet in the sand after ditching her shoes.

"So I have water of juice."

"Water please…" Brittany hand her the bottle of water. "Thanks." She takes a swig, quenching any thirst that might have been ailing her. Brittany is transfixed by the action. She can't stop looking at the girl full lips and the way some of the water trickled down her neck. She wanted to lean over and capture the bead of water before it reached the girls kami. The food was also delicious. After lunch the girls relax in the make shift shade Brittany made for them. They continued to talk about their lives. Asking simple questions like what's your favorite color. They ended up laughing a lot.

"Can we go in the water?" Santana asks after the conversation died down.

"Yeah.. If you want to."

"Yea… it will cool me off… come on…" she pulls the blonde to her feet. Santana bare feet are the first to touch the water, she turns back to Brittany to see why she wasn't next to her.

Brittany chose to wear pants today, and as much as she wanted to cool off, she really hated the feeling of wet pants. Santana notices her hesitation.

"Just take them off… here I'll take mine off too." She gets out of the water and unbuttons her shorts. The simple act was meant to be innocent, but as soon as Brittany saw the girl's shorts hit the sand her eyes became plastered to the perfectly toned caramel legs.

"Come on Britt! You've already seen me in my underwear, it's time I get to see you in yours." She says as a joke.

But Brittany pulls herself out of a daze and then as quickly as a teenage boy, she strips out of her tight jeans and runs in after Santana.

Santana was shamelessly eyeing the girl, but now that they were both pants less ,they could enjoy the refreshingly cool water of the oasis. This of course ended in a very intense water fight. But, soon all good things come to an end. The girl dried off and changed out of their wet shirts. They had to start back towards the farm. Santana truthfully didn't want to go. I seemed like in that little slice of heaven all her problems melted away. The ride back to the farm seemed much too quick, Santana didn't think they were moving that fast but before she knew it she found herself sitting in the SUV again. Brittany had just finished packing all the gear way and as climbing into the driver seat. The ride back to the city was quiet, they listen to the radio for most of the way, every once in a while they commented on the song. They arrived back at Santana's current apartment around five pm. The sun was just starting to set and the temperature was starting to cool.

"This was probably the best date I've ever been on." Santana says as she reaches the door, knowing once she walked inside the date would be over.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it."

"I don't think that word really captures how I felt today. I mean the picnic, the bikes… are all dates supposed to be like that?"

Brittany thinks about it for a moment. "You know I'm not sure… that was the first time I've ever planed a date."

"Well I'm glad you did because there is no way I could have topped it." They both seem to be waiting for something. Brittany was the first to crack.

"Well I should… go I guess…" but before Brittany could take a step Santana had stopped her and pulled her down into a kiss gripping the back of Brittany's neck in the process. Brittany wasn't expecting it, but once the girl's lip where on her everything fell into place. The Latinas luscious full lips all but started Brittany on fire as they moved against her own. Brittany can't help but moan as Santana's lips suck gently against hers. It was electrifying, it was addicting, it was…

Over far too soon, she feels Santana pull away slowly. Brittany wanted more. She opens her eyes, and sees Santana is smiling shyly. Brittany subconsciously lips her lips, tasting whatever remnants of the Latina left behind. She can't help but smile. It was perfect, and she wanted more. She was almost tempted to kiss those lips again.

"Call me, so we can hang out or something." Santana says as she lets go of the blonde's neck. Opening the door to the apartment and ending one of the best first dates of all time.

Brittany makes her way towards the SUV, she couldn't wipe the smile from her face, everything had gone so perfectly, and she literally could wait to see the Latina again.


End…

Okay first date over… hope it was okay for you