Thank you all SO much for the great reviews. I really did not expect this much feedback on this story! I was honestly just writing it for the hell of it and for my favorite Brittany Pierce, Maja. And wow, it's turned into a success. It keeps me motivated to update for you guys, so I really appreciate it!
Enjoy the update, kids, and tell me what you think!
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Chapter 4
The week flew by, Brittany keeping busy with her training, and Santana keeping busy working on maximizing her bike's performance. Thursday morning came soon and Brittany was more than excited to be going to her first tournament of the season. It was early though, and, as usual, Brittany was less than enthusiastic about having to load up the trailer with her two bikes, gear, spare parts, tools, and everything else they would need to compete for the weekend. It wasn't even light out as she, Santana, and James finally closed the rear hatch of the large trailer. James went inside to get his overnight bag while Brittany sat on the bumper with a sigh and yawned. Santana sat next to her and nudged her playfully. How was Santana always so damn perky in the morning?
"Ready for this?" Santana asked.
Brittany nodded, "I think we have a good chance of winning if I can just keep my cool on the track."
"You will. You're really good, Brittany," Santana assured her. "I've watched you practice and train all week…you really know how to ride."
"Well, you know how I was telling you that I'm the best racer here in Lima? Well, so are all the guys and girls I'm going to be racing against. They're all the top dogs where they come from," Brittany explained.
"Well, we'll just have to show them who's really the top dog then, won't we?" Santana smiled. Brittany couldn't fight the smile that broke into her face either as James reappeared from the house with his duffle bag, a tired-looking Susan and Braden in tow.
"Ready, girls?" James asked. They stood to say goodbye to Susan and Braden.
"Do you two have all your things? Clothes, deodorant, toothepaste…" Susan began.
"Mom, we have everything, don't worry!" Brittany laughed, hugging her mom.
"Okay, okay! Just making sure! Good luck! I know you'll do great, honey!" Susan smiled.
"Bye toothpick!" Santana playfully punched Braden's arm.
"Bye grease monkey!" He joked back, earning a stern look from Susan.
"We'll call you when we get to the hotel," James smiled, kissing his wife on the cheek. "Bye, kiddo!" James hugged Braden.
"Bring us back a trophy!" Braden said to Brittany as they walked towards the cab of the trailer.
"I'll do my best!" Brittany waved, climbing in, followed by Santana. James hopped into the driver's side and started it up.
"Okay, guys, off we go!"
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Not far into the trip, Santana and Brittany had retreated to the back of the trailer to sit at the small table and talk. The trailer was set up almost like an RV, but in the back half of the vehicle, there was a trailer space where all of their race gear and bikes were stored, then in the front half was the cab, and in the middle was a small area with a couch, small TV, a booth table, and a small fridge.
"So let me get this straight…you've never been to a motocross race before, but you're a mechanic for motocross bikes?" Brittany asked.
"I told you, your dad found me in a garage working on motorcycles and shit. I mean, I know bikes, but I don't really know the motocross world," Santana shrugged.
"Well, I'm glad your first race will by my race. You'll get to see what winning looks like," Brittany teased with a wink.
"I don't doubt it!" Santana giggled.
"And with you as our mechanic, I'm hoping to raise my point average from last year," Brittany nodded.
"What happened to your old mechanic?" Santana asked curiously.
"He got offered a job with a factory team because he was so good. But you're better than him, I think," Brittany said honestly.
"A factory team?"
"You know, the big teams that hire their riders and have lots of money and stuff?" Brittany asked. "They get all the good sponsorships and sometimes even TV commercials."
"Sounds phony to me. Not like you guys. You guys know what it's really all about," Santana smiled.
"You mean, that doesn't interest you? But, their mechanics get paid so much!" Brittany asked, a surprised look on her face.
"Not at all. I love working for you guys, you're all really nice, and I like you because you're so fun to be around…it feels right, working for you guys," Santana smiled, reaching across the table and holding Brittany's hand. The blonde blushed and looked down.
"Santana I-," Brittany began.
"Girls?" Came James' voice from the cab. The two jumped apart and shifted in their seats.
"Yeah Dad?" Brittany answered.
"Where do you want to stop to eat? We're about halfway there," he asked.
"San, where do you want to eat?" Brittany asked the tan girl. Santana smiled at the new nickname.
"Anywhere you want is fine with me," Santana shrugged.
"Is there a Subway nearby?" Brittany asked her father.
"There sure is! Subway it is," James said merrily as they pulled off the highway.
"I like my new nickname," Santana said softly, a smile gracing her full lips.
"Oh, I uh, I just thought it would be cool to call you something that's sort of…my own…I dunno…I didn't know if you would like it," Brittany rambled.
"I love it," Santana cut in. "Can I call you something too?"
Brittany blushed again. She seemed to be doing a lot of that lately. "Okay, like what?"
"I kind of just like Britt. Or Britt-Britt," Santana looked at her thoughtfully.
"You could use both," Brittany smiled.
Santana bit her bottom lip and nodded, "Okay, cool. I like it."
"Me too," Brittany just smiled back, a little twinkle in her crystal blue eyes that made Santana's heart thud. The trailer came to a halt and they stepped off and into the late morning light and stretched their legs. James walked around to the side and smiled at them.
"Ready to eat?"
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The rest of the trip was spent playing cards and talking about random stuff. They told stories from school among other things and Brittany even told a story about how she once wished on an Irish foreign exchange student because he was quote, "made of magic." Santana laughed so hard that her sides hurt. Then Santana told a story about playing Anita in her school's rendition of West Side Story. Brittany was surprised by this fact, but Santana insisted that she was rather musically talented.
"I mean, I know you can sing, but I didn't know you were a lead in a musical! That is so cool!" Brittany seemed amazed, almost like a child would be.
"I was pretty into that stuff in high school, but…" Santana trailed off.
"But what?"
"I just…I lost the drive to do it, you know? I'll always love singing, but I don't know…I just don't feel the fire to perform any more," Santana shrugged.
"Well, maybe you'll get it back someday!" Brittany offered.
"Maybe…Just maybe," Santana nodded, pursing her lips.
"Girls, we're here!" James called. "Get your things!"
"Coming, Dad!"
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Santana and Brittany walked into the hotel lobby and waited for James to come in after parking the trailer so they could check in. Brittany and Santana would share a room and James would have his own. James came in a couple minutes later and they checked in and headed up to their rooms. He was just a few doors down from them on one of the upper floors. They went to their respective rooms to get settled in. Santana unlocked their room and they immediately threw their bags on each of two beds. Santana fell back on her bed and sighed.
"This room is nice!" Brittany grinned, walking over to the balcony and sliding the glass door open. She stepped out and let the early summer breeze blow through her.
"Yeah. I wonder how much time we have to kill…I kinda want to hit up the hot tub!" Santana said, still laying on her bed.
"My dad said we need to leave to register around three…it's only like…nine," Brittany returned to the room and closed the balcony door.
"Well, wanna go down to the hot tub with me?" Santana raised her eyebrows and smiled.
"Yeah, that'd be nice. I could use it. I need to relax before tomorrow," Brittany nodded going over to her bag to fish out her swimsuit.
"Cool. We can just get changed and then we'll go!" Santana pulled a red bikini from her bag and headed towards the bathroom. Brittany got changed into her green bikini rather quickly and was waiting on Santana when she heard the girl call her name from the bathroom.
"Britt?"
"Yeah?"
"Can you help me? I can't quite tie this!" Santana asked, embarrassed. Brittany swallowed hard and opened her mouth to reply.
"Uh…sure," she put her hand on the handle, but didn't turn it yet.
"It's open!"
Brittany slowly opened the door and slipped inside. Santana stood with her back to her, her hands holding the top in place.
"Sorry…this is embarrassing…" Santana laughed nervously.
Brittany looked up and down her muscular, tan back and reached out to grab the two ends of the tie. "It's no problem." Brittany stepped up behind her so that Santana could feel her breath on the back of her neck. She shivered a little as Brittany gently tied the top in a nice knot before stepping back.
"Thanks." Santana said, turning around. Brittany's heart skipped when she saw Santana's body. Her abs were taught and hard, but still feminine. Her breasts were full and round, and her hips were just begging to be grabbed. They were so…defined and toned. She was a work of art. Brittany swallowed and looked back up to Santana's face, begging her staring hadn't been obvious.
"N-nice, bikini…" Brittany stammered. Really? That's the best she could come up with? Now Santana definitely wouldn't go for her.
"You too, babe. Now, are you coming or not? That hot tub is calling our names!" Santana grabbed two towels off the rack and tossed one to the dumbfounded blonde before winking and walking past her. Yep. Santana had definitely seen her staring.
"I'm coming, I'm coming…"
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They went down to the pool and were relieved to find it empty. They quickly made their way over to the steaming hot tub and slid inside. Brittany sighed as her muscles relaxed under the hot jets of water. Santana slid over next to her and sighed in content as well.
"This is what I'm talking about!" Santana grinned lazily.
"Mhm…I didn't realize how tense my muscles were until I got in here," Brittany nodded in agreement.
"Have you been sore lately?" Santana asked.
"Yeah…I've been pretty worked," Brittany answered, rolling her neck.
"Turn your back towards me," Santana prompted.
"What? Why?" Brittany asked, complying anyway.
"You'll see…" Santana reached up slowly and kneaded Brittany's shoulders.
"Oh my goddd," Brittany slightly moaned, causing Santana to smirk.
"You're so tense," Santana husked. Brittany now sat between Santana's legs and dangerously close to the Latina. Santana's hands worked wonders on her tense back muscles and she let her eyes flutter closed.
"How did you learn to do this?" Brittany asked.
"Well," Santana began, "I'm a mechanic…we're just good with our hands."
"Mmm, I second that," Brittany raised her hand for a moment, causing Santana to laugh.
"Well, I just don't want you to be tense on your first race of the season, you know?" Santana asked.
Brittany muttered a response as the massage moved down from her shoulders and towards the middle of her back. Santana rubbed down and back up gently, working out all the knots and kinks before finishing. But when she finished, she didn't move away. Neither did Brittany. There was a silence between them.
"Um, how was that?" Santana asked nervously.
"Great. I feel great," Brittany nodded, finally getting the nerve to turn back to face Santana .
"Good, you need to be relaxed if you're gonna win tomorrow," Santana smiled.
"Awesome. Now I not only have a bike mechanic, I also have a back mechanic!" Brittany was half joking.
"Any time, no charge," Santana winked.
"I will definitely take advantage of that!" Brittany grinned.
"You better!" Santana pointed a finger at her. Brittany playfully smacked her hand away and poked her tongue out. "Oh no you did not!" Santana gasped.
"Oh yes I did!" Brittany giggled.
"That's it! Come here!" Santana declared, moving through the hot water and onto Brittany's lap, ticking her furiously. The blonde laughed furiously, trying to gather enough air to say her response.
"San…! St-stop!" Brittany laughed.
"Say sorry!" Santana demanded, still straddling Brittany's lap and tickling her.
"S-sorry! I'm sorry!" Brittany squealed. Santana's tickling subsided but she remained on Brittany's lap. They grew quiet again, their eyes locked. Brittany's blue orbs darted from Santana's chocolate ones to her lips and back. Before Santana knew what was happening, Brittany leaned up and kissed Santana full on the lips. Santana jumped and pulled back after a few seconds.
"Brittany, I…I just…I'm sorry!" Santana stammered, all but jumping out of the hot tub. Brittany couldn't even get a word in before Santana had disappeared from the pool room. Brittany bit her lip and sunk back into the hot tub, regretting her actions immediately.
"Fuck…I'm so stupid!" Brittany put her face in her hands. She knew she had to go apologize to Santana. She sighed and climbed out of the hot tub, wrapping her towel around herself before trudging back up to their room.
When she walked in it was eerily quiet. There were no signs of Santana in the room, but then she saw movement on the balcony. She paused before making her way over to the sliding glass door and slid it open.
"Santana?" Brittany leaned in the doorway, a worried look on her face. "Santana I'm really sorry…I didn't mean to-,"
"No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have run off," Santana interjected, turning around to face the blonde. "Listen, Brittany, I like you okay? I like you a lot, and when you kissed me I just…I freaked out. Like I said, relationships are scary for me…"
Brittany stepped all the way out onto the balcony in the late morning sun and reached for Santana's hand. "I'm not going to hurt you, Santana. We can go as slow as you want…I just really like you."
"I'd like that," Santana nodded, her eyes glued to their connected hands. Brittany stepped closer so that their bodies stood only inches apart.
"Can I…can I try kissing you again?" Brittany asked gently.
Santana merely nodded. So with her free hand, Brittany reached up to cup Santana's cheek in her palm and lifted the brunette's face to look her in the eyes. Santana cocked her head to the side and craned her neck up, awaiting Brittany's lips. Brittany smiled and leaned down, her nose grazing Santana's full upper lip before pressing her lips against Santana's own. Santana kissed her back this time, and Brittany smiled again, deepening the kiss by wrapping her arms around Santana and pulling her in tight. They pulled back after a few moments and grinned at eachother.
"I've wanted to do that since I met you," Santana breathed shyly. Brittany giggled and kissed her nose.
"I'm glad I finally got to," Brittany admitted.
"But, I have to be honest…I kind of think it would be a better idea to keep us on the down low until after the tournament and stuff…I think your dad would want you focused on your racing," Santana admitted.
"That makes sense," Brittany nodded. "But can I still take you on a lunch date?"
"A lunch date today?" Santana raised her brows.
"Yeah. I mean, if we're going slow…we should start out going on dates…don't you think?" Brittany grinned.
Santana smiled and nodded, "Okay…yeah. I'll go on a date with you."
"Great! This is so exciting! I've never actually dated a girl before…just done stuff with them!" Brittany said happily.
"Really? You've never dated a girl?"
Brittany shook her head.
"Well," Santana leaned in again, "You're in for the best time of your life." They kissed again and grinned at eachother. "Well, I'd better go get ready!"
Brittany smiled wide as she watched Santana disappear into the hotel room to take a shower.
And she was grinning like an idiot again.
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Hope you all liked the update! I was nervous about having them kiss because it's so early on…but it just felt right! Tell me what you think!