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After everyone had left, Santana, Brittany, and Quinn were left to clean up. The Latina and her bride to be kept throwing glances to each other as they picked up the red solo cups lying around. Quinn rolled her eyes as she watched the two lovebirds flirting. "How about you two finish what you started on the field," she snarled, her voice dripping with venom.
"What's gotten into Quinn?" Brittany asked, concern dripping from her voice. Santana rolled her eyes as she watched her best friend throw her temper tantrum. "She's just mad because she's not with Rachel right now." Brittany's brow furrowed in confusion. "Why didn't she just walk her home?" She asked as if it were the simplest thing in the world. "Because, baby, Quinn and Rachel's love is forbidden and if Shelby found out that one of my pack members were screwing her daughter, we'd have yet another war on our hands."
Brittany eyes sparkled. "Aw, a forbidden love. It's like Edward and Bella," she squealed in delight. Santana chuckled. "Baby, that was a terrible reference. More like Romeo and Juliet. They can't be together, because of their families. Besides the Twilight Saga sucks." Brittany raised an eyebrow to the brunette. "How would you know that it was a Saga if you didn't like it?" She demanded.
"Because I've seen enough commercials to know that much," Santana growled as her mind flashed back to the trailer that would play every time her show would go to commercial.
Brittany huffed at her fiancé's attitude. "I don't know, San, Jacob was pretty hot when he took his shirt off." Santana snarled. "That poser wouldn't last two seconds in an actual battle! He would get ripped to shreds and he doesn't look that good! I bet all those steroids he took made his dick shrink!" She snarled, her chest heaving as she finished her rant.
A sly smile cut across Brittany's face as she walked up to the still heaving Latina. "Baby, don't tell me that you're jealous of Jacob Black," she said, throwing her arms around Santana's neck. The Latina refused to answer. "You know, baby, that he's got nothing on you. You're the only werewolf that I want."
She leaned down and kissed the Latina on the lips. Santana threaded her fingers through her lover's hair. She pulled Brittany's head back and began to kiss her neck, sucking at her pulse point. She let Brittany's moan ring through her ears, urging her on as she gave it a soft nibble. Not enough to break the skin, but enough to make Brittany take hold of Santana's head and keep her head in place on her neck.
"Careful there, S. Wouldn't want to turn her just yet," Quinn said interrupting Santana and Brittany's make out session.
Brittany pulled back and looked at the Latina clearly confused. "What's she talking about? Turn me? Turn me into what?" She paused and comprehension dawned on her face. "A werewolf? You can do that? San, why didn't you tell me that before? We could have won the football game if you had turned me already."
Santana's jaw dropped. "You're not mad?" She asked. "Or disgusted?" Brittany shook her head. "I guess I'm just upset that you didn't tell me sooner. We could have been running through the woods together," she said with a love struck expression.
"It's a bit more complicated than just a simple bite and you're turned. There are certain things that happen as you turn. The pain of the first time you morph is excruciating. Some people don't survive it. Then there is of course the bond that you and I will share, since you are my mate for life. You would be the Prima of the pack and I am the only one that outranks you."
Brittany's smile only seemed to grow as she listened to the Latina explains the transformation process to her. "Santana, I love you, so much," she whispered startling the brunette. "I love you two, Britt. More than you could ever know." Brittany leaned in and kissed the shorter girl once again.
This time Santana didn't deepen the kiss. She pulled back and looked up at the taller blonde. "What do you say we take this to the bedroom?" Brittany purred into the Latina's ear. For the tenth time that day, she caused Snix to roar again.
Leaning in, she allowed the blonde to think that she was that easily seduced. "I seem to recall that you don't have that we still haven't said 'I do' yet." Brittany's face fell. "But, San, I do. I do. I do. I do so badly that it's killing me," the blonde pleaded helplessly.
If Santana weren't so competitive she would have given in right that second. "Sorry, baby, maybe if I was seeing you in that beautiful white dress we could get on with this."
"I'll make plans with Tina for tomorrow, just please, San. Take me. I don't care if Quinn's here. We could do it on top of her for all I care, just take me! Touch me, please," she whined.
Quinn snarled in protest, but didn't say anything because she knew that Santana would snap her in two.
Santana couldn't stand to see Brittany in such agony. And it hurt her even more to know that she was the one causing it. Reaching out she worked her fingers down her Brittany's arm enjoying how the blonde shivered at her touch. She moved her hand from Brittany's arm to her toned abs that she had achieved from all the dancing that she did.
Brittany's mouth opened a little as she took in a slight gasp of air as Santana's hand hung just above where she needed it. Santana looked up into Brittany's piercing blue eyes. "Please," she whispered, and Santana plunged her hand into Brittany's pants satisfied with what she found there.
The blonde's folds were dripping. Santana could feel that through her underwear, which were now completely ruined. Santana smiled and began to rub Brittany's engorged clit through her panties.
Brittany's head was thrown back in ecstasy. "Oh, shit, San, I've missed you so much," she moaned as Santana attacked her neck again. She nipped again and Brittany let loose a whimper that only made Santana's hand work at the fabric covering her fiancé's center.
If not for the fact that Santana was supporting all of her weight, Brittany would have been on the ground panting as Santana brought her closer and closet to release. She pulled her hand back and dipped it into Brittany's panties. They both gasped as their skin touched and hot electricity shot through them. Santana slipped her hand down to Brittany's dripping wet folds and quickly extracted her hand, making the blonde before her whimper again.
Bringing her drenched fingers up to her lips, Santana popped them into her mouth and sucked them dry. She rolled her eyes back dramatically, to tease the blonde, but stopped when she noticed that Brittany was shuttering and sweat was pouring down her face as she convulsed and fell into Santana's awaiting arms.
She looked up at the shocked Latina with hooded eyes. "Did you just come?" Santana demanded as the blonde blushed deeply. She managed to stand on her own, but Santana didn't remove her arm from the taller girls waist.
"I…I didn't mean to, San. It just kind of happened," she tried to explain, but Santana had already disappeared into the house.
One Week Later
Santana had done everything in her power to avoid her fiancé and her wounded expression that seemed to tear right into Santana's very soul. She could barely be in the same room as the blonde since that fateful day. She had never seen anything so powerful or sexy as Brittany having a hand free orgasm.
Just the thought of it, was enough to get Snix to stand at attention. Right after they she had watched her lover come in her arms, Santana had raced to the nearest bathroom and had to spend the next two hours rubbing it out again and again. It seemed that no matter how hard she tried; Santana couldn't get the image of Brittany reaching her climax without the Latina's assistance out of her head. She had rubbed on Snix until she was too exhausted to attempt it again and went to one of the spare rooms to sleep in.
She knew that by not acknowledging the blonde beauty she was hurting her mate beyond reason, but Santana had plans for their honeymoon and she needed to teach herself self-control around the blonde that seemed to have total control over her body,
As Santana sat down across from Brittany at the breakfast table, the taller girl gave her a small pain broken smile. It tore Santana heart into pieces and she took a sip of her coffee, trying to distract herself.
Santana opened the paper in the same manner that her father did and began to scan over the page looking at the obituaries for anything unusual. Muffled sniffles made her head shoot up. Her mocha eyes immediately locked onto Brittany as the blonde tried desperately to wipe away tears.
Throwing the paper off to the side, Santana crouched down in front of the Brittany, taking her face into her hands, Santana wiped away some of the tears that Brittany had missed.
There was no need for words, as Santana leaned forward and brought Brittany into her chest. The girl began to shake with sobs as she tried to speak. "Wh…Wh…Why do you hate me, Sanny?" She asked, and Santana's heart shattered. "Britt! Baby! Look at me, Brittany!" She commanded, pulling back to make the taller girl look down at her. "I could never hate you. It's not possible. I love you too damn much for that to happen."
Brittany wiped at her nose as she stuttered out, "B-but y-y-you were ignoring me all week and you wouldn't smile back when I smiled at you. I'm sorry, San. I didn't mean to come. I couldn't stop myself I tried to hold back, but I couldn't." She took hold of the Latina's shirt and hid her face in the fabric.
With a sigh Santana ran her fingers through her hair. "This isn't going to work," she muttered, under her breath. Brittany immediately stiffened in her arms. "Please, don't leave me, San!" She cried out. Santana was so surprised that she couldn't speak for a few seconds. "What, Britt! Baby, what are you talking about? I'm not going to leave you. I'm talking about the whole no sex thing until the honeymoon. I can barely control myself and you're an emotional wreck right now. How about we just call the whole thing off?"
She didn't have to say anything else, before Brittany had her pinned on the kitchen floor and Santana's pants around her ankles. "Britt, baby, what are you-fuck!" She screamed out as Brittany took Santana's long member into her mouth.
Santana couldn't stop herself from threading her fingers through the blonde's golden locks and let her hand be a guide as Brittany began to bob up and down on her nine inch cock.
There was no need for foreplay. Santana had walked around for the entire week with a raging hard on, that Brittany managed to take like a pro. She licked over the tip, taking in all of Santana's pre cum, before going down to the base where there was a light tuff of Santana's pubic hair. A beautiful gagging noise imitating from her throat, almost making Santana blow her load.
"Fuck, Britt, that feels so fucking good!" She screamed, "I've missed your mouth! Oh, shit! Right there!" Brittany came up and licked the head of Santana's cock, slipping her tongue in the slit to make sure that she had gotten all of Santana's pre cum.
Santana glanced down and found her fiancé licking the hell out of her cock with her eyes rolled into the back of her head and a dreamy expression on her face. It turned her on so much that she took a firmer hold of the blonde's hair so that her lover would look up into her eyes.
When Brittany took her whole length into her mouth and hummed in appreciation, which did it for Santana. She blew her load right into the awaiting blonde's mouth.
Rope after rope of the hot, sticky, liquid filled the blonde's mouth until it dribbled down her chin. She quickly licked up every drop. As she watched Brittany's pink tongue flick out and catch the last few drops of her seaman, Santana came again. Shooting another load onto the blonde's shocked face.
They both stared in shock. "Did you just…" Brittany asked, with an amused look on her face. "Oh, shit!" I'm sorry, baby," Santana said, rushing around to try and find some paper towels to wipe away the rest of her sperm from her fiancé's face.
Brittany caught Santana's wrist as she tried to wipe some of the seaman from her face. She smiled again and leaned in for a kiss. Santana easily met the girl. Brittany ran her fingers through Santana's crow black hair, she smiled into the kiss. Her tongue brushed against Santana's bottom lip, begging for entrance that Santana quickly granted. She could taste herself on Brittany. It was driving her crazy. Her hand reached out on it's own and snagged Brittany's waist, pulling the blonde against her stomach as Brittany's hand went to the back of Santana's neck.
A howl split the air and Santana was gone yet again. She didn't bother explaining herself to Brittany. That howl could only mean one thing; danger. She could live with Brittany being mad at her. It would hurt a lot, but better she be mad at the Latina than hurt or worse dead.
As soon as Santana was out the door, she morphed and took off running for the woods. Puck's voice immediately filled her head and she could hear Quinn snarling insults in her subconscious as well.
S, you better get over here right now. I don't know how much longer I can hold Quinn back. She's about to kill these two.
As he spoke, Santana became aware of the foul stench that touched her nose. That stink could only belong to one creature; vampires. She increased her speed and quickly came to a small clearing, where Puck had Quinn pinned flat on her back as he snarled at her to calm down, while two vampires stood on the other side of the clearing watching the two wolves interact.
When Santana entered the clearing they turned their attention to the snarling black wolf. In a quick command she had both Quinn and Puck flanking her. Quinn's muzzle was still pulled back in a snarl.
"Welcome, great clan leader, Santana Lopez. I am Jacob and this is my mate Lauren," the male said without a hint of fear in his voice. Puck gave off a deep warning growl, while Santana remained surprisingly calm. "We mean you no harm, and do not approve of what our fellow clan mates are doing," Jacob continued.
"Many of us drifters- as you call us- have heard of your legendary justice and fairness. We all know the story of how you did not want this lifestyle, but that it was thrust upon you. The same has happened to many of us. We are forever in your debt for making the law that freed us. Now, I…we have come to repay a small fraction of that debt we owe you." Santana and Puck both listened to what Jacob had to say. Quinn snarled, Even if they seem sincere how can we trust them? Santana thought about it for a few seconds before looking over the minds of her pack members that were still in their wolf forms.
Joe, Sugar, David, Will and Artie meet up at my house. They all agreed, before Santana blocked their voices again.
What's the plan? Quinn asked, already, tensed and ready for action.
Well, think about it. We won't have to run patrols and worry about two suspicious vampires if we have a house full of werewolves. Quinn saw what Santana was aiming for and quickly agreed, though she didn't like having vampires anywhere near Rachel- who seemed to have taken up a permanent residences at Santana's house since she found out about the wedding. Santana couldn't say that she liked the idea any better, but if Jacob spoke the truth than the vampires could prove to be useful.
Without acknowledging anyone else, Santana turned and began to walk back the way she came. She heard the soft pad of two pairs of feet and another pair of paws. They walked in silence until they reached the house. "No patrols? How surprising. I would have thought that you would have your pack running tail to nose," Jacob said, his voice barely hiding the smugness that he couldn't keep off his face.
A snarl from Quinn quickly turned his expression back to fear.
As soon as they reached the door, Santana shifted and stepped inside followed closely by Jacob and Lauren. The entire kitchen was crowded full of werewolves in their human forms, laughing or jeering at another member, but all joy left the room at the sight of the vampires coming in behind Santana.
They immediately got into a defensive stance. Joe, Sugar and Artie made a semicircle around Brittany and Rachel, while the David and Will stood with their bodies leaning towards the intruders and snarls upon all of their faces.
"Stand down. These vampires came in peace and we shall treat as any other information-carrying member of another clan.
David, Artie and Will immediately loosened their crouch and went back to their food, but their eyes stayed on the vampires. Santana noticed how Sugar and Joe refused to release their tense stance. She couldn't stop the smile that crept to her lips. It was a grim smile, but a smile no less.
"Please, if you both will have a seat we can discuss this matter in a more civilized manner." She indicated for both of the vampires for both of vampires to sit down upon the couch, while she took up the one lounge chair in the room.
Brittany stepped towards them three cups of tea in her hands, but a sharp snarl from Santana brought her up short. She instead handed the tea to Puck, who put it on the table between Santana and the vampires. David, Will and Puck stood her with Quinn looking down on them from her position on the stairs. Santana guessed that while they had switched rooms Quinn had taken Rachel upstairs.
Once both the vampires were seated, Santana spoke in a deep rumbling voice. "Now, what can I do for you two? Surely, you will want some sort of reward if you will be aiding my forces." Once again it was Jacob that spoke. "We wish nothing from you. Only to see the entire world put back into peace." Lauren's face soured at Jacob's response.
Chuckling, Santana turned to her. "It appears that Lauren has a different opinion from yours. Please, Lauren, won't you share your thoughts with the rest of us."
She cleared her throat twice before sitting up a little straighter and saying, "While my husband believes that all of our problems will be fixed when a few of the clan members stop biting at each others heels, I am not as optimistic." Santana's smile fell. "We want full protection. Werewolves guarding us around the clock."
Placing her cup on the coffee table Santana crossed her legs and placed both her hands on her lap. "And for how long would you be needing this protection?" She asked in a calm, steady voice.
"For as long as we deem necessary," she said with a smug smile.
"So, full patrols for the rest of your life. What else?" Santana demanded.
"I want blood. From…" She looked over at where Brittany was still being guarded by Sugar and Joe. "From her," Lauren said her two incisors coming out.
Jacob gasped. "Lauren, we gave up that lifestyle." She snarled at him. "No, Jacob, you gave up that lifestyle. I've been drinking a little bit of human blood every night." Santana ignored their conversation and instead stood up with a blank expression hiding the rage inside.
With one swift fluid motion she brought her fist down and broke the coffee table, spilling tea, broken glass, and splintered wood everywhere. Pulling her bloody hand out of the wreckage she looked up into Lauren's stunned but hungry face.
"You dare come into my house. To come onto my land and demand such things? The life long protection was stepping up to the line, but what you ask for is worthy of death." Brittany shrunk away from the sight of Santana's calm, but raging voice. "You dare ask for the blood of my mate as if she were nothing more than a hospital blood bag?"
Lauren shrunk back into the couch. "I didn't mean any disrespect, but-"
A deep snarl from Santana cut her off. "You meant a great amount of disrespect, you bloated rhino. I should kill you here and now, but that would accomplish nothing. You will get as much protection as I see fit. You will not be given any blood by my hand. If you choose to go out and drink human blood in the amount allowed without going over the limit than that's your business, but you will not be getting any blood from any member of my pack."
Standing Santana placed both of her hands behind her back.
"You will quickly learn that I am not one to be trifled with. If I say for you to jump you won't even ask how high. You'll just jump. You got it?" She growled her face inches from Lauren's. They both nodded vigorously.
"Now, what is this ever so valuable information that you have to give me?" Jacob glanced over at Lauren where she sat shaking.
"It's not Kurt's clan that's doing this. And I'm not just saying that because I'm a vampire. What you're going against is something much bigger than you could ever imagine." Santana's brow pulled together in agitation. "Like what? Come on now, spit it out! I don't have all day!"
Jacob gulped in a few breath fulls of air before continuing. "They're hybrids. Some of them live together like a clan, but most of them roam around without a clan or any rules or laws. They do whatever they want and take whatever they want."
His words surprised Santana much as she tried to hide it. "They are angry with the clan leaders for kicking their parents and grandparents out of the clan," Jacob continued. David laughed. "I'm pretty sure that we can take them." Jacob looked at him as if David had gone insane.
"Are you kidding me? That's just like you werewolves. Always thinking that you know best. That you are the top supreme, just because you're the hardest to kill. You don't get it. These guys are you times ten. They have all your powers and more. They are the ultimate predators. They will find you and they will kill you. All of you."
David crouched forward and snarled, "Is that a threat, bloodsucker?"
Santana held up a hand silencing them both.
"If what you say is true that the other clan leaders and I will look in on this, but I must ask you both…you're vampires. Why not go to Kurt with this information?" Jacob looked over Lauren. "We did. We went to all of the clan leaders. None of them believed us." Santana looked at him with one eyebrow raised.
"They laughed at your statements, clearly," Santana replied in a snarl. She knew that the rest of her pack members were in shock. They had never seen her act this way.
"So, what makes you think that I will listen to you?" She demanded. Jacob looked slightly surprised by Santana's response. "If you don't than you're stupid and you're not only putting your people, but also your mate in danger."
David snarled at Jacob, "Watch yourself, leech."
Santana waved the burly man down. "I like you, Jacob. You remind me a little too much of a rat, but your nerve to say anything amuses me," she said with a chuckle.
"Alright, even though I would ask you to stay I don't think that would be very wise," Santana continued with a head nod up to Quinn, where she still perched on the side rail. The two vampire's heads whipped around so fast that Santana was sure if they had been human than their necks would have been broken. Quinn snarled at them fiercely showing her pointed canines. Jacob began to shake again and Lauren was quick to get up.
They were quick to say goodbye and in the blink of an eye they disappeared.
Santana turned to the rest of her pack. "Will, Sugar, I want you two to run patrols around the house, while David, Joe and Artie run patrols around the perimeter." They all nodded and disappeared as well. Puck, Quinn, Rachel, and Brittany all stood in the living room looking at Santana.
Brittany was the first to move. She walked into the kitchen, only to return with a broom and dustpan as she began to sweep up the mess that Santana had made. As the head of blonde hair moved so did everyone else. Quinn and Rachel walked off to one of the spare rooms to talk while; Puck rolled his eyes at their antics before turning to Santana.
"So, what's the plan, boss?" He asked. Santana ran a hand through her hair with a sigh. "I don't know, Puckerman," she said simply. He stared at her shocked. Santana had always been so calm and collected. She had always had a plan. Now, she was sitting there looking tired and run down.
Brittany stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Santana's waist; the Latina leaned back into the touch with a content sigh. "We'll get through this, S," Puck said, "We're going to have to speak to Mercedes and Shelby again." Santana nodded. "I can go and do that for you, if you want to spend some more time with Brittany," he said, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. Santana smacked his arm, but gave him a smile, before disappearing as well.
The pressure on Santana's waist increased slightly as Brittany leaned into her a little more. "What do you want to do?" Brittany asked, as she kissed Santana's neck. The Latina could hear the lust in her mate's voice, and it made her moan involuntarily.
"You want to know what I really want to do?" She asked, turning in Brittany's arms, so that she was facing her blonde lover. Brittany nodded enthusiastically while she bit her lip in that same way that always drove Santana wild.
"I want to fuck your brains out," she purred into the blonde's ear. Brittany shivered, not only at the words that sent hot pleasure through her but also at Santana's breath on her ear. When Brittany didn't respond, Santana took her earlobe into her teeth and nibbled on it lightly.
Brittany sighed contently, ignoring the slight pressure in her lower stomach. She wanted to stay in this moment with Santana forever. Away from all these people that wanted to hurt her love. Who could possibly want to hurt Santana? She was so perfect. It made Brittany's heart break at the thought and before she knew it she was sobbing into Santana's shoulder.
"What's wrong, Britt-Britt?" Santana asked, her voice almost hysterical.
Brittany shook her head trying to be rid of her tears. "I just don't want them to hurt you. Promise me that you won't get hurt, Sanny," she whimpered taking hold of Santana's shirt in her hands. Santana pulled Brittany against her chest. "I'm not going to let anything happen to you or anyone else I care about."
They stood there for a few seconds as Brittany clung to Santana trying to stop the tears that continued to flow.
"Hey, Britt-Britt, why don't we go out somewhere? We haven't really gone out since you moved in," Santana said, giving Brittany a shinning smile. Wiping away the last of her tears Brittany nodded.
Taking the taller girl by the hand, Santana raced out to the garage and grabbed a random set of keys from the hook. Clicking the unlock button they both raced over to the Mustang. Santana opened the door for Brittany, before getting into the driver's side. They took off down the road and Santana waved to Sugar as they drove past.
"So, what do you want to do?" Santana asked. Brittany shrugged. "I'm open to anything as long as I'm with you." Santana put her index finger on her chin with a thoughtful expression on her face. Suddenly her face lit up and she turned to car in the direction she wanted to go.
"Where are we going?" Brittany asked. Santana shook her head with an amused look on her face. "You'll see when we get there."
Brittany sat back in her seat and watched as the scenes went by all the while Santana had a triumphant grin on her face. They got off the road and headed for a dusty area when Brittany perked up to the sound of motorbikes zooming around.
"Is this…?" She asked and Santana smiled over at her sheepishly. Brittany was out of her seat and hugging Santana in an instant. "Oh, thank you, Sanny, this is perfect," she said as Santana managed not to follow out of the open car door. Brittany pulled back and Santana managed to sit up. "Is this going to happen every time I surprise you?"
Brittany blushed deeply and Santana kissed her softly, letting her know that there was no harm done. Hopping out of the car they walked out of the makeshift parking lot, following the sounds of motors.
Loud cheering and the sound of a motorbike crashing into the ground met them as they walked into the arena. Santana found them a place to stand before leaning in close and yelling over the sound, "I'll be right back." Brittany barely acknowledged the Latina as all of her attention was focused on the people on the motocross bikes.
A few minutes later Santana returned with a mischievous smile on her face. Taking Brittany's hand she led her through the crowd ignoring the other girl's protest of how 'the race was back there'. They came back to where the trailers and trucks were parked and Santana mumbled something to one of the guys in charge, before he called an assistant over to help Brittany.
They quickly fitted her up with some pink riding gear and a bright pink motorbike was put in front of her. She looked over at Santana. "Go on, Britt. This is all for you," Santana said. She smiled at the Latina once, before the assistance quickly ushered her to the track for the next race.
Santana raced to the front of the crowd, snarling at anyone who wouldn't move out of her way. The announcer came on the air and the race began. Brittany fell behind a little as some of the rougher guys took the lead. Santana couldn't help but hold her breath as one of the guys fell from his bike. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. Brittany flew past the people around her and was soon behind the rough group of boys.
Two more were knocked off their bikes and soon it was only Brittany and the one guy in red. Santana's eyes turned into slits as she watched the race continue. Brittany didn't try to ride side by side with the man in red as all of their other opponents had, instead she rode just behind him. Every time she got a burst of courage and tried to go around him, the man in red would jump in front of her, almost making Brittany crash into him.
The finish line was drawing closer and closer and Brittany finally managed to pass the boy and ride side by side with him. Her eyes were too intent on the white line to notice the boy coming at her from the side, until he crashed into her and she fell from her bike and she and her bike went head over heels through the dirt and across the finish line mere seconds before the man in red.
"And the winner is Brittany S. Pierce!" The announcer screamed into the microphone. Santana wasn't paying attention to any of this though. She jumped over the fence that was holding the crowd back and raced towards Brittany ignoring the shouts of protest from the racers.
Falling down beside the still unmoving girl Santana brought Brittany's head into her lap. She worked the helmet off of Brittany's head and found that Brittany's eyes were closed. "Britt-Britt?" She whispered.
The blonde's eyes fluttered open and she looked up into Santana's mocha ones. "That was amazing, Sanny!" She crowed, sitting up with a huge smile on her face. "Can we do it again?" She asked. Santana let off a sigh of relief. "No, I think you're done for the day."
She felt a presence behind her and she turned to find the man in red standing behind them with his helmet gone and his mouth handing open.
"You!" Santana snarled, glaring at him. She jumped up from the ground and reached out taking hold of the boy's shirt. "I should kill you!" She snarled. The boy stared up at her with fear. "Sanny," Brittany said, putting her hand on Santana's shoulder trying to calm her down. "It's alright, baby, I'm not hurt." At the blonde's touch, Santana eased up and put the boy back on the ground.
Giving him a quick warning snarl she watched with satisfaction as he scurried off. Turning back to Brittany she picked the bike up off the ground and easily lifted it onto her shoulder, while throwing her arm around the blonde as they walked back to the trailer parking.
Santana went off and had a few words with one of the assistants before she led Brittany back to her car. They got in and Santana handed something over to the blonde. "It's the money I made on your race and your winnings," she explained as Brittany stared at the money in confusion. "San, I can't take this. I don't deserve it. This is your money." She tried handing it back to Santana but the Latina simply curled Brittany's fingers around the wad of money.
"Trust me I have enough money. This is all for you." Brittany shoved the money into her pocket as she realized that Santana wasn't going to relent. She snuggled up against the window and tried to stay awake, but she was soon snoring softly.