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Author's note: Sorry for the wait, I've come down with a horrible case of writer's block for this story. I apologize for the wait, that's what happens when you don't think through a story before you write it.

I Make Them Good Girls Go Bad.

Prt. 7- All roads lead to…


"What exactly is she doing?"

"I'm not sure, but she's been doing it for…" Zizes looks at her watch. "About fifteen minutes now."

"What do you mean? She's been cleaning like that for fifteen minutes now?" the girls watch as Santana swings her hips along as she vacuums the main bedroom of the oversized house. She seemed to be lost in her own little world since she didn't know that a crowd and amassed to watch her and the vacuum spin to the music in her head.

"No wonder my apartment looked cleaner this morning."

"That bitch be crazy when she has a good day." Zizes says as she opens a bag a chips and grabs a handful.

"I guess her date with Brittany went well the other day?" Mercedes grabs a chip. The two of them watch as the Latina single handily cleans the entire top floor of the house.

"We should bring her over to my house after so the girl can clean my place before she snaps out of this weird… and slightly annoying trance. Plus since Puck has started living with me the place smells of man… and not in a good way."

"Maybe she can clean him too." Zizes and Mercedes watch as the Latina clean the remainder of the house before they help her pack up the supplies.

Santana was in her own little world which she didn't want to leave. By the end of the day, she couldn't help but lie down on Mercedes couch completely exhausted. She not only cleaned the majority of the houses today, but she also cleaned Zizes place, did laundry, disinfected the entire basement… including Puck, did yoga 'she wasn't sure why she did', and finally she tweaked every major component on her bike and washed it.

"God damn, I'm exhausted" Santana groans as she props her feet up on Mercedes living room table. She couldn't wait to fall asleep.

"Girl you have got to get your feet off my table before I hit you with this plate of food." Mercedes says as she enters the living room with two plates of spaghetti. Santana opens her eyes when she feels a warm plate placed in her lap.

"You made food." She eyes the delicious looking plate that consisted of noodles and ragu. Nothing too fancy. "Thanks." She slurps the noodles into her mouth.

"You need to work on your food etiquette if you think you are going to keep a fancy girl like Brittany S. Perce."

Just the mention of the girl's name made Santana smile.

"You really had a good time the other day, didn't you." she elbows Santana.

"I really did. It was all just went so well." Santana says in between bites.

"So when are you going to be seeing her again."

"I don't know… I was thinking about inviting her out to the drag tomorrow… maybe drink a few drinks… get my grove on."

"Are you planning on racing tomorrow?"

"Maybe… my baby is all ready to go. I think it's a loop route tomorrow, plus I could really use the prize money. Puck thinks he found a new place for me… I want to be able to put a down payment on the place if I like it. He's suppose to be here to pick me up at 1:00 tomorrow after work."

"That sounds wonderful San… plus then I can get my couch back… and I won't have a motorcycle in my kitchen."

"You love it."

Later the next day.

Puck picks Santana up after his shift a Brucies… he works in the motor pool fixing cars when he isn't helping us clean rich bitches houses. I mean I hate Brucie but he does take care of his employees.

"Okay S here we are."

"This is a house? Puck I can't afford to rent a house."

"Wait San… you need to see the inside. It's a two bedroom two bathroom. This place is perfect for you , it has a garage too… so you don't have to bring your bike inside at night."

Yeah like that is going to happen.

"My baby always sleeps in the same building as me."

Puck rolls his eyes.

"I think you love your bike more than me."

"Well that doesn't say much." Santana smirks.

"Whatever bitch… what about Brittany… do you love your bike more than her?"

"Shut up puck… lets go inside and look around."

The place wasn't anything over the top, just your average single story building. It did have a finished basement though.

"How much is the rent."

"Two grand… give or take a couple hundred dollars."

"Puck, what the fuck… I can't afford that kind of rent. I'm making no where near that."

"Santana trust me on this… this place is perfect for us."

"Us? Oh hell to the no… we are not going to be roommates."

"Oh come on I found this place… and you won't even know I'm there. Plus I can totally cover the rent."

"I don't know Puck… we lived together before."

"Please San, as much as I enjoy living in Zizes basement I really want my own bedroom. You know, one without a washing machine In it." Puck pleads.

Santana folds. "Okay fine… it is a nice place… and it's actually in a decent part of town."

"And… it's not too far from the stadium. And Brittany's place is way closer than Mercedes place."

"And how the hell do you know where Brittany lives."

"I have my ways." Puck laughs.

"Whatever Puck… but if we're going to live together there are going to be some rules put in place."

"What-"

"Like no opening bathroom doors without knocking. No walking around naked-"

"That was like one time!"

"And one time is too many. I had nightmares for weeks after that. And finally and most importantly… nothing illegal will be stored here. You will not bring Brucie to this place, and you will not store anything that can link you to him here… do I make myself clear."

"Yeah fine… Look Santana, I really admire you getting out of the this lifestyle okay… and I fucked up the other night. It won't happen again. Plus I been working in the front at Brucie's… he has new blood evidently puling off his jobs."

"Good."

"Great… so I'll put in the deposit to the place today okay." Santana nods. "Hey are you going to the Drag tonight?"

"Yeah I think so… why."

"Just wondering… is Brittany going to be there?"

"Why?"

"I just wondering if I should be bringing some cash… you know to place a bet on your girl." Santana punches him in the arm. "Ow, what was that for."

"You're not gambling tonight… plus what makes you think that Brittany is going to win."

"She like totally smoked you the other night."

"She did not smoke me okay… and that doesn't matter, because you will not be placing any bets tonight right." Santana pokes him in the chest.

"Right… new leaf. I guess I'll just have to mac on the ladies instead."

After they talk to the landlord and place there deposit the two of them were pretty much given the go ahead to move in as soon as they wanted. Which was awesome considering Mercedes really wanted her apartment back, and Santana needed her privacy, plus now she had a place to bring Brittany too. Puck even bought her a new Queen sized bed, since she had to leave her last mattress at her old apartment. Which was probably stolen right after she left to live with Mercedes. It didn't take her long to settle in, she didn't have very much stuff as it is. By 6 pm she was officially moved, even her bike had a new place to sleep at night. Her room was on the main floor and had an on suite bathroom attached, while Puck was in the basement, which also had a shower and a toilet.

As Santana lay on her new mattress currently lying on the floor she stared at the ceiling thinking about paint colors for her very white walls. Her attention was then pulled to her vibrating phone in her back pocket that scared the shit out of her when it went off. Looking at the screen he can't help but smile.

-What are you up to babe?"

Babe? Santana smirks before answering back.

-Babe? Don't you think it's a little early for pet names? Or have you forgotten my first name?

-Of course I haven't forgotten your name babe… Samantha… right ;)

-That's not even funny.

Santana knows she's totally joking but plays along.

-You know you like it… SANTANA ;) … so what are you doing tonight… I thought maybe if you weren't busy we could hang out?

- I don't know… I might be busy. Santana plays hard to get, she could imagine the sad pout Brittany was probably making from across town.

- :(…

This makes Santana smile more than she already was.

-I'm just kidding , actually me and Puck are getting ready 2 go 2 the Drag… if you're interested?

- Hell yeah! Of course, what time are you going to be there? Are you going to race? Can I bring Quinn and Rachel?

-Um … let's see, 10pm at the old airport… yes I am racing, and yes you can bring your friends.

-Yeah! I'll see you then… babe

By the time ten pm rolls around both her and Puck were pulling up to the old airport. Tonight's races were going to be all about speed, something that made Santana's heart beat a little bit faster than normal. She considered herself a speed junky, and these runways were a great way to indulge her habit. Going fast and winning… that was the name of her kind of game.

"This place is crazy tonight." Puck has to yell over all the noise. There is a loud DJ playing, along with a bar and a bunch of crazy dancing people. All of this is happening outside, right next to t drag races being held. Tonight's racing was simple you raced until you lost, winner takes all.

"I'm going to go check out the competition… get me something to drink." She yells to Puck, before pushing the bike towards the start line. She ended up placing 50 dollars to win on herself, which would double each race she won. That along with the actual purse, tonights events were going to be very lucrative.

"Whose all here tonight?" Puck ask as he hands her a drink.

"A couple of noobs … and the Solokvic brothers… they're the competition… otherwise it looks like I'm going home a little richer tonight." She downs her shot. there were only 16 racers tonight, and Santana was lucky to be the last one to race in each round.

"Have you seen Brittany yet?" she asks Puck as she gets ready for her race against some 20 year old.

"No not yet…"

Santana check her phone. She had texted Brittany after arriving, but blonde hadn't answered her back. Santana looked forward to seeing blonde before the actual racing.

"Hey San... you're up." Puck yells as the last race winner and loser leave the track.

She pulls on her helmet and starts her bike. Revving its engine as she pulls it up the start line. Her competition was already waiting for her. She wasn't impressed by his bike though, even though it was a newer bike it was mostly stock parts... nothing to be worried about. Patience is something she lacks while waiting on the lines... staring down that long dark runway made her itch with excitement. She looks to the guy next to her before shutting her visor on her helmet. As the start light turns green it's as if she can finally breath again, as her bike springs to life. She doesn't bother looking for her competition as she speeds down the runway... she already knows she won. It always ends too soon, as she crosses the finish line well ahead of her opponent. She decides to fist pump him before heading back towards the finish line.

"Damn girl, that guy didn't stand a chance..." Puck greets her as she drives back to the starting line.

"The kid had no chance." she says with a smirk.

"Do you want another drink?"

"No... I want to stay clear headed for the next two races." the last things she wanted was her reaction time being hindered at the start line... that's where most of these races where one or lost.

"What did you think of the last race?"

"Looked good... that black bike... that one, looked fast.

"Yeah... and the brothers both got through."

"Brittany still isn't here?" Santana looks as her phone and notices a message.

-We're running late, I had to pick up Quinn and Rachel. And Rachel wasn't ready. We'll be there soon, good luck.

Puck reads the message and laughs.

"What is about girls taking so much time getting ready."

"My girl just wants to look good for me." Santana smirks.

"So are you two official?"

"No... we've only been on one date... but I think I'm going to ask her. You know to be my girlfriend, I'm just waiting for the right time. I don't want to rush shit."

They watch the next race start. There were only 8 racers left... and she was paired against another noob. The biker in all black was going up against one of the Solokvic brothers. Santana was interested in seeing who would win this round. Whoever was on the black bike never seemed to open their visor, Santana couldn't tell if the racer was female or male. The build the person was tall, but toned. According to the announcer, they were a newbie to the Drag, which made this next race even more interesting. As the green light flashes Santana can't help but watch as the two bike spring to life neck and neck.

"Shit it's going to be a close one." Puck mutters. Luckily there is camera's recording the finish line. Santana really wasn't sure who was going to win until the final few feet when the mystery biker sprang just enough ahead of the Solokvic brother to win. It came down to a few milliseconds. The crowd was cheering for the winner as they pulled back into the crowd. Santana watches as Berne, the loser kicks over his beautiful bike. The Solokvic brothers hated losing. Santana's next race was pretty much the same as her first, she smoked the other rider by a mile. The final four racers where herself, the other Solokvic brother Irvin, the mysterious rider , and a seasoned rider Santana didn't really care for. She was facing Irvin.

"Good luck." Puck slaps her back as she pulls up to the start line. That last race was settled by the mysterious rider, so now she only had to beat Irvin in order to race this new comer. She doesnt even flinch when Irvin attempts to get in her face. The race would decide who is the best. And in the final seconds Santana knows she's going to win.

The final race… the moment she had been waiting for.

Santana turns and eyes the racer next to her. The person was in all black from head to toe, and their bike had no distinguishing marks. She knew they had a fast bike... but so did she. The mysterious rider gives her a nod before revving its engine.

"Oh it is so on." she says as she closes her visor

Time seems to slow down as the light counted down to green. Her reaction time was spot on as her bike squealed to life. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the black bike right next to her.

'I am not losing again.' she thinks as she hunkers lower onto her bike and floors it to the max. She could only hope it would be enough... she really wanted to use that money on her and Brittany's next date... and you know maybe buy some furniture for their new apartment. A mattress on the floor wasn't something she wanted to sleep on forever.

She chances another look as they neared the finish line. They were still neck and neck. 'Fuck.' there was nothing more she could do... her bike was maxed out. At the last moment she sees a flash as the other bike noses past her.

It comes down it tenths of a second that's how close it was. But after the instant slow motion reply she knows she's lost and is pissed. She makes her way back to the start angry and wanting to yell at the winner who still hadn't taken off their helmet.

"What a race people what a race." the announcer yells over the speakers.

"At least you won some money." Puck comes over and hands her a wad of cash. Santana was busy watching the winner surrounded by crowd cheering. She really wanted to see the face that beat her, but before she even got off her bike she heard tires squeal followed by the black bike racing off towards the exit.

"What the fuck." the guy didn't even claim the purse.

"Looks like we have a forfeit... Our winner is Santana Lopez." the announcer's says as he makes his way over had handed her a large chunk of change.

"What the fuck." after taking off her gear she goes to the bar to get a drink. She isn't there long when someone sits down next to her.

"Is this seat taken." the familiar voice says. Santana can't help but look and smile when she sees Brittany dressed in a very low cut white shirt with pants that look like they've been painted on.

"Hey... I was wondering when you would show up... I thought you weren't coming."

"Are you serious... I would miss hanging out with you. Who won the race, I see I missed it."

"I won... but by default" Brittany looks at her with some confusion. "The real winner decided they didn't want the purse so they just sped off."

"Who was it?"

"I don't know... Someone new, I've never seen them before, and they made it a point to stay concealed." Santana explains. "Can I buy you a drink?"

"Yes please." Brittany smirks. They hadn't seen each other since their date, which for Santana was entirely too long. After finishing her drink Brittany pulls Santana out onto the dance floor just as the dance version of blurred lines starts to play. Which pretty much sounded like the original. Santana laughs as Brittany squeals in excitement. "This is like my favorite song right now." she yells over the music and pulls Santana into her. They start grinding, Brittany pretty much controlled Santana's body with her own as she starts to sing the along to the song while making Santana's body start on fire. "If you can't hear what I'm trying to say… If you can't read from the same page. Maybe I'm going deaf, maybe I'm going blind, maybe I'm out of my mind." Santana laughs as she listens to Brittany sing along with the song. Brittany twirls Santana a few times before pulling her back into her body, this time she grins on Santana form behind, all while singing in Santana's ear. "OK now he was close, tried to domesticate you But you're an animal, baby it's in your nature Just let me liberate you. Hey, hey, hey. You don't need no papers. Hey, hey, hey. That man is not your maker And that's why I'm gon' take a good girl. I know you want it I know you want it I know you want it You're a good girl can't let it get past me. You're far from plastic talk about getting blasted. I hate these blurred lines I know you want it, I know you want it, I know you want it. But you're a good girl, the way you grab me must wanna get nasty…"

Santana can't help but sing the next verse as they two of them get lost in the music. "What do they make dreams for when you got them jeans on. What do we need steam for? You the hottest bitch in this place! I feel so lucky." As the song ends Brittany pulls Santana back towards the bar and order another drink. They were both out of breath, and flush.

"You are an amazing singer." Brittany says as she takes a sip of her drink.

"Not as good as you… plus you can dance circles round me. I'm glad you made it tonight." Santana blushes.

"I wouldn't have missed it. Come on lets go dance some more." They continue to drink and dance throughout the night. Santana however stopped after her second. Brittany on the other hand put down four martinis and two shots.

"I'mm so drunk San… like I can't even feel my lips." Brittany sways in Santana's arms as she led he blonde away from the people still partying. "Where are you taking me?"

"Home… you Missy are drunk, so I'm going to drive you home. Where's your car?"

Brittany looks around. "I think Quinn and Rachel must have taken it home." Brittany pouts. "How are we getting home?"

"Come on i'll drive my bike."

"But, weren't you drinking?"

"I stopped a while ago… trust me I can get you home." Santana leads Brittany over to her bike and help the blonde pull on her helmet. She only had one though which meant she wasn't wearing one.

"San… what about you?"

"I'll be fine… now hold on to me." Brittany quickly wraps her arms around Santana.

After a few minutes Brittany leans forward and says. "We should go to your new place… I want to see it." Santana thinks about it for a moment. Did she really want Brittany seeing how little she had.

"Okay" in the end she decides it wouldn't hurt, she could always play It off as they hadn't moved everything in yet. Santana drives right into the house with a laughing Brittany on her back.

" This place is awesome." The blonde falls to the ground after trying to swing her leg over the Santana bike in order to get off. She falls to the floor and laughs, which in term makes Santana laugh.

"I had no idea you were such a happy drunk."

"I'm not… usually I'm that person who can't keep their clothes on…" almost after she says it she starts stripping.

"Britt what are you doing?"

"Stripping… hey is this your room?" Brittany walks into her room. Santana quickly follows her in, only to see a Brittany face plant on her partly made bed. "Your bed is really low to the ground." She says against the mattress.

"You are such a goofball" Santana watches as the blonde rolls over and smirks. The girl looked so beautiful in that moment Santana felt her knees go weak. I mean Brittany was almost naked in her bed.

"What are you doing way over there." Brittany waves her closer. As soon as she is within arm's reach Brittany pulls her onto her lap.

Britt… what are you doing?"

"Nothing…" Brittany leans up and captures Santana's lips. Brittany had been wanting to do this all night… it must have been the martini that gave her the extra courage she needed to do it. "Damn your lips are like so great." She murmurs as she captures them once again moving hungrily against them. Santana gets caught up in the moment before pulling away. this wasn't right.

"We should stop." She whispers.

"Why?'

"Because you're not thinking clearly… and I don't want to take advantage of you."

Brittany nods after a moment. "I guess your right… I'm not thinking clearly." She kisses Santana one more time before Santana rolls off her lap.

"Come on B, time for bed." There was only one blanket and pillow but the two of them manage to snuggle into each other enough to share. Brittany was the first to wake the following morning. She lets out a groan before pulling all of the blankets off of Santana. This pretty much awakes be another girl up.

"Are you okay Britt?" Santana groans as she turns over grabbing blindly for her blanket.

"The room is spinning." Santana gets up from the bed and walks into the kitchen. There was only one glass in the cupboards. But it would do the trick. She stumbles back into the room and hands the glass over to Brittany.

"You're lucky… we only have one glass." Brittany sits up slowly before taking small sips of water.

"I thought you didn't have hangovers."

"I don't… it'll go away as soon as I start moving."

"I would offer you breakfast but… we haven't gone grocery shopping?"

"What time is it?"

"Um… 8 am."

"Shit I have to go." Brittany gets up. "Shit… I stripped last night."

"Yeah… looks like we have that in common too." Brittany notices Santana was also in her underwear. "The only difference was I got naked after I fell asleep and you undress right away."

"Ugh I'm so sorry..."

"It's not a big deal... You had fun last night."

Brittany gets up and starts putting on her clothes. "I really wish I could stay, but I have practice today... and I manager is going to be there so is mandatory."

"It's cool... I got some stuff I need to do today too." Santana watches as Brittany pulls on her white top covering her perfect Abs.

"Well... If you're not too busy you should stop by practice... I want to ask you something."

"Well why not tell me now." Brittany smiles before shaking her head.

"Because it's not 100 percent for sure... and I really want you to come see my practice."

"Okay... Yeah sure why not."

"Great I'll see you later." Brittany gives Santana a kiss.

"Wait how are you getting home?" there was a loud honk form outside.

"That's my ride."

The rest of the day Santana busied herself with shopping. She used her winnings to buy herself a bed frame, and even found a nice couch for their livingroom.

Brittany texted her around noon with the address of her practice, so after all of her airings Santana found herself at Brittany's practice. The girl had been riding all morning. Santana was still amazed at how effortlessly Brittany maneuvered the bike through the course. It seemed so natural. Brittany notices Santana pull up on her bike and finishes her lap before making her way off the course and towards the girl who was making her way towards the track. As soon as she left she could hear her manager yell, but paid no attention to the words.

"You made it."

"Of course... you looked amazing out there."

"Thanks... Come on get on and I'll take you for a ride." Santana hesitates for a moment before she swings her legs over the back of Brittany's dirt bike. "Hold on" with that Santana wipes her arms tightly around Brittany who takes off towards the course. Santana screamed a couple times as Brittany maneuvered the track with her on the back, but the blonde was well in control.

After practice the two of them decide to rest in the grass.

"You have like the best job ever."

"Yeah... It's alright."

"So what did you want to talk about.?"

"Well... There's this race coming up... and it's kind of out of town."

"Oh?"

"Yeah... And so I'll be leaving next week... And I was hoping that you would come with me?

"Britt?"

"Come with me to Vegas."


End for now

There it is, I have no excuses for taking forever to update... this story is killing me to write.

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Also the last chapters have been tweaked a little... I tried to read through it again... and I found a lot of mistakes... so I fixed the ones I found...

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