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The two girls showered and got dressed for lunch before going down to James' room to tell him they were going to find a place to eat. Brittany knocked while Santana leaned one shoulder against the wall, arms crossed, and a smirk on her face.

James answered and smiled, "Hey sweetie, what's up?"

"Hey dad, Santana and I are going to go find a place to grab some lunch, okay?" Brittany said casually.

"You know we have to be at the tracks by three," James said.

"Yeah, I know! We'll be back on time!" Brittany assured him.

"You need some money?" James started to pull out his wallet, but Santana cut in.

"Don't worry, James, I'll cover her," the Latina insisted.

"Oh you don't have to-," Brittany shook her head. Santana put her hand on Brittany's shoulder and looked into her eyes.

"I want to. C'mon! We'll be back soon, James!" Santana smiled.

James quirked an eyebrow curiously as he watched them leave, arm-in-arm, towards the elevators. "Those girls are two of a kind…" He muttered, laughing to himself as he retreated back into his room.

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"So, where would you like to eat on our first date?" Santana asked with a grin as they walked down the sidewalk away from the hotel.

"You mean our second date," Brittany corrected.

Santana furrowed her brow and shook her head, "No…this is our first date," she said.

Brittany paused, "Well…I sort of secretly counted our movie night as a date…" She looked down shyly. Santana couldn't help but grin at her.

"Really?"

"I know it's stupid but, it just felt like a date to me…" Brittany shrugged.

"It was a date wasn't it?" Santana agreed with thought. "Hm…okay. Where shall we have our second date?"

"Why don't we check out that strip mall down there. I'm sure there's a café or something good," Brittany pointed across the street and down a block towards a cute little strip mall.

"I'm in, c'mon!" Santana grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the crosswalk.

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They made it over to the strip mall and walked along until deciding on a little pizzeria called Brooklyn Pizza. They walked in and were greeted by a tan Italian man. His shirt hugged his muscular physique and he was mostly focused on the soccer game that was happening on the flatscreen TV in the corner of the room.

"Welcome, ladies!" He smiled in a very thick Italian accent.

"This guy's legit…" Santana muttered, letting go of Brittany's hand to approach the counter.

"Can I help you to any of our daily specials?" He offered.

"Britt, what do you want?" Santana asked affectionately. Brittany looked at the menu over the man's head and bit her lip as she decided.

"Can I just get a Caesar salad and a slice of Hawaiian pizza please?" Brittany asked politely.

"I'll have the same," Santana smiled at Brittany and back to the man. "Oh, and um…how about a piece of your New York style cheesecake please."

"Ooh! Yum! Good idea, San!" Brittany grinned with excitement.

"Okay…drinks?" He asked.

"Yes," they said simultaneously. He handed them two cups and rang them up.

"Your total comes to $17.43," he said. Santana pulled a twenty out of her pocket and handed it to him.

"Thank you," Brittany whispered to the shorter girl. Santana looked over at Brittany and smiled warmly, their faces close.

"You are welcome!" Santana tapped Brittany's nose with her forefinger before taking her change from the man and handing Brittany her cup.

They got their drinks from the fountain and sat in a small booth for two while they waited for their food. When it was done, the man brought it out to them and left them to eat.

"This place is so cute! I'm glad we found it!" Brittany said, biting into her pizza. "Hawaiian pizza is my favorite!"

"Mine too!" Santana agreed. "So…I have to ask…if you don't do motocross during the school year, what do you do? You must stay in shape somehow," Santana asked curiously, eating a forkful of salad.

"I'm on the cheerleading squad…and I dance. I love dance," Brittany said, a glimmer in her eye at the thought.

"You dance? What kind of dance?" Santana raised her brows, immensely impressed.

"All kinds. But I like contemporary the best. And hip hop," Brittany nodded.

"How long have you been dancing?" Santana asked.

"Since I could walk, basically…same thing with motocross. I've always been around it," Brittany nodded.

"That's amazing…will you show me some dance moves sometime?" Santana smirked.

"Sure! Anything you want," Brittany nodded, "I bet you're a great dancer…you've totally got the body." Brittany winked with her blue eyes and Santana actually blushed.

"I'm okay…I like to stay fit…so I suppose I could try and keep up," Santana shrugged.

"Good. That can be our third date," Brittany bit into her pizza again.

"Awesome, can't wait!"

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After eating they went back to the hotel and prepared to head over to the race tracks. James found an open space on the grounds and they started setting up their pit. Santana and James started unloading the trailer while Brittany went to register. She rolled up the sleeves of her racing shirt and adjusted her sunglasses on her face as she approached the registration table. The man sitting there looked up and pursed his lips, giving a look to the guy next to him.

"Hey…I'm here to register in 125 pro," Brittany put her hands on the table and leaned forward.

The man on the left laughed a little, "Are you sure you don't mean 125 amateur?"

Brittany opened her mouth to speak and pulled off her sunglasses to look at him properly, "No. I'm riding in the 125 pro category."

He sighed and pulled out a clipboard with a blank form attached to it, "Alright then…fill this out and hand it in over there." He pointed to a booth where many riders were already handing in their forms. Mostly guy racers.

"Thanks," she smiled falsely. She took the clipboard and pen and walked over to the picnic table that was set up by their trailer. She sat down and started to fill it out when suddenly she felt a familiar pair of hands on her shoulders.

"Bike's all ready to go when you wanna take a practice run after you get done with this crap," Santana joked, resting her chin on top of Brittany's head. Brittany looked up at Santana.

"Where's my dad?" Brittany asked, nervous that he might see them. It wasn't that Brittany's parents didn't know about her being bisexual, she just knew how competitive he got and she knew that he would think that dating Santana would be a distraction.

"He went to scope out the track just now," Santana grinned, planting a kiss Brittany's forehead.

"I see," Brittany nodded, looking back down at the form in front of her. Santana sat down next to her and folded her elbows across the table as Brittany finished filling out the information. She double checked it before standing again and looking down at Santana. "I'm just gonna run and turn this in."

"Okay," Santana smiled, checking her out as she walked off. Brittany started towards the booth and handed in her information before starting back towards the trailer. But this time, Santana wasn't alone. A guy their age, maybe a little older was chatting up Santana as she continued her work on the race bike. He was obviously flirting and Santana was clearly not interested. Brittany walked up, noting that her dad was still gone and decided to take action.

"Hey babe…the bike looks great," Brittany placed her hand in the small of Santana's back. Santana immediately picked up on what Brittany was doing. Brittany pretended to just notice the guy standing in front of them. "Oh…hi, who are you?"

"I'm-I'm Shane…I'm one of the 250 pros…I was just introducing myself to uh…" He looked at Santana quizzically.

"Santana," the brunette raised her eyebrows.

"Yeah. Santana…are you a mechanic?" He asked her.

"I am…for her," Santana looked at Brittany with a smirk, which the blonde returned. Shane looked between the two of them, clearly confused.

"Oh…a-are you a 125 pro?" He asked nervously.

"Yeah. I plan on winning the 125 cup," Brittany nodded. "And with this one as my mechanic, I just might pull it off."

"Well uh, if you guys would wanna maybe hang out with some of us guys from Larsen racing…we're gonna do something after training today," he offered.

"Thanks Shane…but I'm not really interested. I'm already seeing someone," Santana grinned, looking at Brittany again.

"Wait…you two…?"

"Sorry!" Brittany shrugged, giving a wave. Shane nodded his head and turned to leave. Once he was out of sight, Santana turned to fully face Brittany.

"What was that?" Santana asked with a laugh. Brittany shrugged and batted her eyelashes.

"Well…I didn't want him hitting on you. Guys like him are all such pigs," Brittany nodded in the direction Shane had left. "Not that it matters in your case anyway, but still. I get a little jealous…I hope you don't mind.

"No..I don't mind at all…so when you say guys like him, do you mean motocross guys?" Santana asked.

"Yeah…they're all such animals. A couple girls show up and they go crazy!" Brittany giggled. Santana put her hands on Brittany's waist and pulled her in. Brittany looked around carefully for her father before looking back at Santana's angelic face.

"That's okay, I prefer you any day," Santana leaned in and kissed Brittany briefly, as to not attract attention. "Well, you gonna take the bike for a test spin?"

"Yeah, I need to get a feel for it. I'll just change into my gear and go. Thanks for working on it, San," Brittany winked, walking around to the front of the trailer, leaving Santana smiling just as James returned from checking out the track.

"Hey, where's Brittany?" He asked.

"She's uh, changing into her gear. Said she was going to take the race bike for a test run. Make sure I don't need to tweak it any more," Santana replied.

James nodded, "Good. Good. Let me know if she has any problems."

"Will do."

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Santana made her way over to the practice track shortly after Brittany had taken her bike up to the start line. She stood on the sidelines next to a group of what she assumed were coaches and other mechanics for other teams…all in their matching team gear. She felt out of place in just her usual wife beater and loose, worn cargo pants. She stood and waited for Brittany to start.

At the starting line, Brittany kick started her bike just as another couple of riders pulled up next to her. The one closes to her took off his helmet and snickered.

"Hey, Joey, check this out. This girl thinks she's going to run with us!" He laughed, shaking his head and putting his helmet back on. Brittany scoffed and revved her motor before taking off, the two guys not far behind. As she hit the first turn she spotted a familiar face among the group of coaches and mechanics watching from the sidelines. Santana was standing nervously as Brittany maneuvered around the next turn.

The exchange between Brittany and that guy had not gone unnoticed by Brittany, and she worried when she saw the guys furiously trying to catch up to her. She crossed over to another part of the track, waiting for Brittany to come around. She could hear them and soon, the three racers flew over a medium sized jump and landed smoothly before they went into a U turn. Brittany cut on the outside and just as she was about to speed ahead of the guy who had previously taunted her, he veered and knocked her off the course. Santana gasped and covered her mouth as Brittany was sent tumbling to the dirt, her bike flipping awkwardly to a stop about five feet from the blonde. Santana ran to her side as Brittany pulled her helmet off and hissed in pain, clutching her elbow.

"Ah! Shit…" Brittany groaned, sitting up on her knees. Santana was quickly at her side, worry etched onto her face.

"Brittany! Oh my god, are you okay? Is anything broken? Did you hit your head? Oh, should I get your-,"

"Stop!" Brittany commanded, a lighthearted smile on her face. "I'm okay, San. Really, I just scraped up my elbow. No big deal."

Santana shrunk back just a little and helped Brittany roll up her sleeve to look at the extent of her injury. Her elbow revealed that it was, in fact, pretty scraped up. A burn-like scrape covered much of Brittany's forearm. Santana cringed.

"Here, come on, let's get back to the pit. We have a first aid kit on the trailer," Santana picked up Brittany's bike for her and pushed it back towards their trailer.

"That guy was an ass," Brittany muttered as they walked.

"If I ever see him I'm going to kill that guy. He could have seriously injured you!" Santana vowed.

"That's just the nature of the sport…I can't say I'm surprised at all," Brittany shrugged.

"That was scary…I thought you might have broken something!" Santana's brow was still furrowed in nervousness as she pushed the bike up to the pit.

"I'm okay, that's all that matters," Brittany said optimistically. "So what's the damage on the bike?"

"Well, your handlebars are bent…and your front wheel is kinda tweaked. So I'll need to fix those things," Santana explained. "But first…let's get you into the RV and clean up that scrape."

"What happened?" James asked in shock, coming around the side of the trailer.

"I was going for a practice lap on the practice track and these two idiots from Larsen racing were going to practice with me and one of them told me that I don't belong in racing…you know. And then he drove me off the track," Brittany explained. James looked angry.

"I was just going to help her get patched up on the trailer," Santana explained.

"Yeah. Sounds good…meanwhile, I need to have a chat with those fellows from Larsen…" James nodded and stormed off in the direction of the Larsen pit.

"C'mon," Santana ushered her into the trailer and found the first aid kit. Brittany leaned back against the small table, holding up her elbow as she watched Santana get out some alcohol wipes, gauze patches, and Neosporin. She first opened one o f the wipes and supported the butt of Brittany's elbow in one hand. "This is going to sting…but I need to clean it, okay?"

Brittany nodded and closed her eyes as Santana ran the wipe gently over the wound. She hissed at the burning sensation but quickly became accustomed to the feeling. Next, Santana spread some Neosporin over the whole injury before placing a gauze pad over it. Then, using some medical tape, she made sure the gauze stayed in place as a makeshift bandage.

"Thanks, San. That feels a lot better," Brittany rolled her sleeve back down and realized how close Santana was standing. Her stomach fluttered whenever they stood close like this, like some sort of energy was being exchanged between them.

"Dr. Lopez, at your service!" Santana joked.

"Is there anything you can't do?" Brittany asked.

"Well, my dad's a doctor…so I just learned that from him…" Santana looked down, remembering all the times she'd spent with her dad at his office, watching him dress wounds and treat patients. She missed that.

"You can be my doctor any time," Brittany smirked, running her hands down both of Santana's arms to lace with her fingers. Santana's breath hitched and she let Brittany pull her in. Their lips touched again and Santana felt Brittany's hands leave her own and slip around her waist. So, naturally, Santana's arms flew around Brittany's neck. They kissed like that for a long few moments. Santana now had Brittany pressed against the edge of the table and she was about to deepen it further when James' voice came from outside.

"Girls!" The two of them jumped apart, standing awkwardly apart as James stepped onto the trailer. "Come on, we've got to get that bike fixed up. Let's hop to it!"

"Okay, dad," Brittany nodded, starting to follow him out, trying to mask her flushed complexion. Meanwhile Santana just looked amused.

"Yeah!" Santana playfully smacked Brittany's butt on the way out of the trailer, "Hop to it!"

"Hey! You're the mechanic, not me!"

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