I think this is the most feedback I've ever gotten on the first chapter of a story of mine! So as a treat I'm updating for you guys! I'm really glad you like it so far!

Also, to those mentioning that Santana should be bi, not gay. I'm sorry, I've already established that she's purely into girls and I also want some continuity with the show. Sorry!

Anyway, enjoy!

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Chapter 2

VVVVRRUUUMMM!

Brittany punched the gas as she continued her practice run that afternoon. After her and Santana had gotten home, she had changed right back into her gear and headed out on the practice bike. For some reason she felt like she needed to distract herself from the Latina who currently resided in the garage working on Brittany's bike. Lunch had been a lot of fun and all, but something about Santana was making Brittany feel different. She needed to relax. She rode for a long time around the track, practicing different aerial tricks on the jumps and making sure not to push the engine too far like earlier that morning.

Brittany whipped around the last turn of the track for what seemed like the millionth time. She hit the final jump and landed smoothly and coasted to a stop. She'd been riding for about five laps and she was starting to burn up in her gear. She wheeled the motorcycle up the driveway and into the garage where Santana sat on a stool, dressed much differently from earlier, repairing the top end Brittany had blown.

Santana wore some loose-fitting cargo pants that hung off her tiny waist and a snug, black wife-beater that looked well worn. Santana was fit. Brittany could see that now as Santana pulled out the center piece of the engine head and carried it over to the work table, not yet having noticed Brittany. The tan-skinned girl turned around to grab a tool from the cabinet when she caught Brittany out of the corner of her eye. She watched Brittany take her helmet off and shake her thick, blonde hair out. It was matted down with some sweat, but Santana thought she was still breathtaking.

"How's the training?" Santana asked, grabbing her desired tool and turning back to the work table to hide her obvious blushing. Brittany pulled off her chest protector and over shirt and sat down on one of the empty stools by her bottle of water. She chugged half of it before answering.

"It's hot out," Brittany laughed a little. "I just hope it doesn't get hotter…I dunno if I can do this every day!"

"Every day huh? You guys are serious!" Santana chuckled .

"As if the custom Pierce team trailer wasn't enough…" Brittany said sarcastically.

Santana laughed, "I'm just happy you guys hired me. I know your dad was wanting someone with a more impressive resume. Did he tell you how he found me?"

Brittany shook her head.

"Well, he came in to post a flyer about needing a mechanic for a motocross team in the garage where I used to work making shit for money. He saw me working on a motorcycle and asked me if I'd be interested. He saw how I was outsmarting the other mechanics in the garage and he approached me with the offer…and I accepted," Santana shrugged. "Anything to get out of the town I was in…" Santana seemed more upset upon adding her last comment, and Brittany wondered.

"Why is that?"

"Well…let's just say I have a bit of a past where I come from," Santana pursed her lips and turned back to work on the parts at hand.

"What do you mean?" Brittany pressed. She really didn't mean to pry, but she was just so curious about this girl who had popped up in her life.

Santana turned back to look at Brittany, whose face was still red and sweaty from wearing her helmet, thankfully for Brittany, who would've been blushing. "You ask a lot of questions…first you go asking me who I like, now this," Santana chuckled.

Brittany gave her a sheepish smile, "You never did answer that one…"

Santana gave a small laugh and turned to fully face the blonde who sat adjacent to her, "You're funny. Listen, I think we should save this talk for later. You've got training to do…and I have to work on fixing your bike, okay?" Santana was smiling, but Brittany didn't understand why she was avoiding any real conversation with her.

"Yeah…okay," Brittany nodded finishing off her bottle of water. She stood up and picked up her helmet and over shirt. "Catch you later. I'll just be inside, working out. Haven't gotten to that yet today." Brittany gave a small wave before hurrying out of the garage and into the house.

As she left Santana couldn't help but mutter, "You're a strange girl, Brittany Pierce…"

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Santana worked for about another hour or so on the engine. She finished replacing the top end and she fine tuned it to run smoother. Her day's work was done. She walked inside, covered in grease, much like Brittany had been that morning, and into the kitchen. There, she saw Brittany, standing at the island counter in a mere sports bra and a pair of nike running shorts. It was obvious she had just been working out in the living room. Her abs were so tight, and her torso was perfectly proportioned. Santana's eyes traced up her body and met her eyes. There was a silence.

"Done for the day?" Brittany asked, taking a bite of the yogurt in her hand.

"Uh, y-yeah," Santana moved for the cabinet to retrieve a cup as a way to distract herself from Brittany's toned body.

"Thanks for fixing it!" Brittany said merrily.

Santana filled her cup with some water and took a long drink, leaning back against the sink to face Brittany, "No problem, it's…sort of my job," she joked.

"Well, I appreciate it," Brittany nodded with a grin.

"Have a good work out?" Santana asked.

Brittany nodded, "Just the usual first day of summer routine…well, first week."

"That's tough…training like that every day…Is it worth it?" Santana asked.

"Yeah," Brittany smiled, "I like the feeling of winning…it's better than when I'm at school cause people usually make fun of me…"

"They do? Why would they do that? You're pretty cool," Santana seemed defensive of Brittany. Brittany liked the feeling.

"Cause…they say I'm stupid. That I won't graduate…" Brittany looked down. Santana gave her a sympathetic look and walked over to her, placing her hand over Brittany's, which rested on the counter. Brittany drew in a quick breath.

"Brittany…" Santana caught her eyes, "You are far from stupid. If anyone tells you any differently, fuck them."

"Thanks, Santana, uh," Brittany pulled her hand away, her nerves getting the best of her, "But you don't have to be nice."

"I'm not just saying that! I think you're awesome, don't let the jerks at your school make you feel like you're not," Santana shook her head.

Brittany could only nod, wondering why Santana had jumped so quickly to her defense, "Well, um, I'm just gonna go rinse off in the shower…"

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"I totally had you!"

"No way! Admit it, you suck at this game!" Braden boasted as he sat on his bed adjacent to Santana, Xbox controllers in their hands a game of Halo ensuing on the screen.

"I'm gonna destroy you!" Santana vowed revenge as they continued their match. She licked her lips in concentration, not paying attention to anything but the game. She leaned forward in her seat and shoved the 13 year old playfully, which he didn't hesitate to return.

"I'm coming for you San-sucks-a lot!" Braden teased.

"You did not just call me that, you little praying mantis! It's on!" She retorted back. Brittany was just coming out of her room after getting dressed in her sweats when she heard the commotion coming from Braden's room. She furrowed her brow and walked down the hall and nudged open the door to see Santana and Braden intensely staring at his TV screen and bickering over who was better.

Brittany gave an amused smile and cleared her throat, making her presence known. The two looked towards the door and Santana gave an embarrassed smile.

"Having fun?" Brittany asked.

"Just…killing time," Santana giggled.

"Well uh, whenever you kids are finished, the shower is all yours, Santana," Brittany offered. Santana nodded and set the controller down as she stood up.

"Right…thanks for the game, loser," she joked with the skinny blonde boy who still stared at the screen.

"I kicked your ass and you know it!" He cackled.

"Hey, watch your mouth!" Brittany gave him a look as Santana walked towards the door.

"Next time, toothpick. La próxima vez," she smirked over her shoulder.

"What?" He asked, scared of what she may have said.

"Don't worry about it!" Santana joked as she and Brittany exited into the hallway.

"Glad to see you getting along with my little brother so well," Brittany gave an exasperated laugh that came out more awkwardly than she intended.

"Well, I figured I might as well try to make some friends around this house, seeing as I'll be here all summer," Santana shrugged as they reached Santana's room.

"Yeah…well, I'll leave you to shower, you remember where the towels are right?" Brittany asked.

"Yup, in the closet by the bathroom, I remember," Santana nodded.

"Okay. Mom will have dinner ready here in a couple hours so…yeah," Brittany smiled, turning to go into her own room, but Santana caught her wrist.

"Hey," Santana said softly, Brittany looked down at their hands and back to Santana's face, "we should do something tonight…it's your first day of summer, remember? We have to do something fun to compensate for working our asses off today."

Brittany paused, "Okay…yeah. What did you have in mind?"

"Well," Santana began slowly, "is there a Blockbuster in town?"

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"This cannot be healthy!" Brittany said from the passenger seat of Santana's black mustang, her arms full of junk food they had just picked up at the store.

"Well, better now than later, when you start having races!" Santana smiled, "Which way to Blockbuster?"

"Next right."

Santana followed her directions and quickly found the movie store a few blocks down. They parked and headed inside, splitting up to search for a couple movies to watch. They both agreed to pick one, so Brittany immediately set out for the comedy movie section. She searched for the title she wanted but was having trouble finding it. Suddenly, one of the guys from the front of the store rounded the corner and came down the aisle. Brittany recognized him from school and looked away.

"Need some help reading the titles, Pierce?" He snickered.

"No, thank you," Brittany said in a small voice, still not looking at him.

"Are you sure? There's some pretty big words…" He continued on.

"I don't need any help, thank you," she repeated.

"Did you bring your tutor with you to help you read?" He asked, still sneering.

"She said she didn't need your help, pizza face," Santana stormed around the corner, coming up behind Brittany. The guy's eyes shot to the Latina in anger.

"What did you call me?" He asked.

"You heard me, but what you didn't hear is that she doesn't need any help," Santana snapped. "Now, unless you want me to get a hold of your manager and get you fired for harassment, I suggest you take your sorry ass back up to that counter and wait patiently and kindly for us to pick out our movies."

The guy's face went a little pale and he nodded meekly before making a U-turn and heading for the front of the store. Santana watched him walk away before turning to Brittany with concern etched in her expression.

"Brittany, are you okay? That guy was an asshole," Santana asked, putting her hands on Brittany's arms, stroking her skin with her thumbs. Brittany nodded and looked up, biting her lip nervously.

"Yeah," Brittany said softly. "You didn't have to do that Santana."

"I wanted to. You don't deserve to be treated like that. You're better than that. And you are not stupid," Santana made sure to hold her gaze. Brittany noticed that Santana did that a lot…made eye contact. It was a little scary because she felt as if Santana saw into her. "Did you find a movie you want?" She asked, lightening the mood.

"I can't find it…"

"What's it called?"

"Garden State," Brittany said, looking at the shelf. Santana nodded and walked up the aisle, tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear as she looked.

"Oh!" Santana called out triumphantly, holding up a dvd case, "Found it!"

Brittany met her in the middle of the aisle and took the movie from her, "Thanks. What movie are you getting?"

"Meet me at the front, I'll just go grab it," Santana smiled. Brittany nodded and walked to the front of the store, avoiding eye contact with the guy who had troubled her earlier. Santana returned with her movie in hand and placed it on the counter alongside Garden State. Brittany read the title and her eyes widened.

"Insidious? Santana, I don't like scary movies!" Brittany whined.

"It'll be fine. You'll be with me!" Santana assured her as the clerk checked out the movies and put them in a bag.

"I don't know…" Brittany said unsurely. Santana paid and took her hand, sending a shock through Brittany and making her heart race a little.

"C'mon," Santana chuckled taking the movies and pulling her towards the door, "You'll be okay, I promise." And with one last icy stare in the clerk's direction, Santana led her out of the store.

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The two stumbled into the house just as Mrs. Peirce was setting the table for dinner, she looked up in their direction and furrowed her brow.

"What in the world are you doing with all that junk food? I just made dinner!" Susan was laughing a little, but she tried to remain stern.

"Sorry, mom, I-,"

"It was my idea. I thought that Brittany and I should do something fun on the first night of summer, and so we got some snacks and a couple movies that we're going to watch…if that's okay with you, Mrs. Pierce!" Santana was a smooth-talker, that was for sure. She had jumped right in to cover Brittany, and all with a charming smile on her face. Susan looked at Brittany for confirmation and the blonde simply nodded and smiled.

"Don't worry, mom. We can skip dinner one night!" Brittany teased.

"Just don't make a habit of it!" Susan called after them as they left the kitchen to head up to Brittany's room. They were just stepping onto the stairs when James caught them from the living room sofa.

"Girls, where have you been?"

"Oh, we just got some snacks and movies…going to celebrate the first day of summer," Brittany grinned, holding up the bags of junk food.

"Don't stay up too late. Have fun ladies," he sighed and waved them off. They hurried up the stairs and into Brittany's room. It was the first time Santana had seen Brittany's room, and she couldn't say she was surprised with the design. On the walls were many posters of movies, singers, and of course, motocross bikes and racers. It was a little messy, but not too messy, and Santana liked how homey it seemed. She felt comfortable. Brittany's bed lay perpendicular from the door with a TV cabinet and dresser on the opposite wall. Next to the dresser was a desk that was full of framed photos and her things left from when she sat them there on the last day of school.

"Sorry it's not very clean…" Brittany said in dismay, looking around, "And I hope you're not allergic to cats because Lord Tubbington is probably around here somewhere…"

"Lord Tubbington?" Santana tried not to laugh.

"That's my cat's name…he practically lives in here, but he's pretty hard to miss…so I think he must be in my parents' room right now," Brittany explained.

"Oh…"

"That's probably a good thing anyway though because he eats everything," Brittany added.

Santana nodded in understanding and shut the door as they stepped towards the bed. "So, why don't you get the first movie started and I'll go change into some pj's and then we'll watch, okay?"

"Which one should we watch first?" Brittany asked as Santana moved for the door.

"I don't care, you pick," she replied before slipping out of the room to go change. Brittany was already in her sweats, so she merely kicked her shoes off and pulled out the two movies they'd rented. Looking at the cases, she decided on Insidious because she thought it would be easier to get the scary one out of the way first. Then they could watch the happy one and go to bed without nightmares.

When Santana returned, Brittany had gotten all the snacks out of the grocery bags and laid them out on the foot of her large bed and the movie was on the dvd menu.

"Look at you! Ready to go!" Santana sauntered in wearing a pair of pink and black pj pants and another black tank top.

"I figured we would watch Insidious first…because it's scary," Brittany explained.

"Sounds good to me! Hmm, what do I wanna eat first…?" Santana perused through their array of candies and chips and finally settled on a bag of Sour Patch Kids. Brittany opted for a box of dots…her favorite. They both opened one of their six pack of orange soda and set it on the bedside table. After clearing all the rest of the snacks from the bed, Brittany pulled back the covers and they climbed under. They turned off the lights and Brittany hit play. Now she felt nervous. She was so close to Santana, a girl she'd only just met, but she felt so comfortable at the same time. It was all happening so fast.

"Have you seen this before?" Brittany asked quietly as the opening credits began.

Santana nodded, "It's awesome!"

"But this is supposed to be scary!" Brittany replied. Santana popped a red sour patch kid into her mouth and chewed it.

"It is, but it's so good!" Santana nodded with a grin.

"I get scared easily, Santana," Brittany whined. Santana sighed as she sipped her orange soda and replaced it back on the nightstand.

"Listen, if you just get scared, I'm right here, okay? Don't worry," Santana assured her.

"Okay…fine."

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Oh boy! They're getting a little cozy already! I hope you guys are liking it! Keep the reviews flowing!