A/N: Another short chapter, but I think updating twice in one night makes up for it right?

I rode to motocross practice with Jay like I did every Thursday. Rachel wanted to give me a ride, but I've always had a superstitious practice where I have to ride in the same vehicle as my bike in order to have a good run. It may sound silly, but I hear lots of athletes and performers have some kind of ritual they follow, too. When I told Rachel about it I thought she was going to laugh at me, but instead she gave me an understanding smile and said, "I draw a star on my hip with a black Sharpie every time I have to go out on stage. Even if it's a performance for Glee club, if I know I'm going to set foot on the stage in the auditorium, I have to do it before I can walk on."

I had lifted up her shirt slightly to see if she was wearing one today, but she pulled her shirt back down quickly, eyes darting around the parking lot to make sure no one had noticed and said, "I didn't perform today!"

"What are you freaking out about," I questioned, confused by her reaction to me pulling her shirt up, "You showed the entire school your stomach when you decided to wear that Britney Spears school girl outfit for a day."

"I've been spending so much time with you lately and when I'm not spending time with you, I'm thinking about you and by the time I fall asleep it's so late," she explained and I was trying to figure out where this was going, but it was sounding like it was going to be another Rachel Berry rant and those were so hard to follow, "So really I'm only getting about five or six hours of sleep a night and that's not even close to the minimum of eight hours that I require to rest my voice and keep my complexion looking healthy and clear-"

"I thought I saw a zit today," I teased, interrupting her and picking a clear spot on her chin to stare at.

She gasped, covering her chin and bent down to look at it in her side mirror. Finding nothing there she turned back and glared at me, while giving a hard shove to my shoulder, "Anyways, I've been over sleeping in the mornings."

"What does that have to do with you freaking out about your shirt being lifted," I asked, I was pretty sure I had paid attention to her entire speech, but was still clueless at how they linked.

"I haven't been doing my morning workout routine for the past week and a half," she said, dropping her eyes guiltily, "and I skipped ballet practice twice to be with you."

"You did," I asked, feeling a little guilty myself for keeping her from doing the things she enjoyed doing without even knowing it.

"I have ballet on Tuesdays at six," she nodded, "But this week was the dinner at the country club and the week before, I was just enjoying spending time with you."

"Rach," I said softly, hearing Jay honk the truck's horn from behind me and I gave him the finger without turning away from her, "I don't want you to stop doing the things you love to spend time with me. We've got all the time in the world and you need to keep up your dance if you want to be on that Broadway stage."

She smiled and once again I was confused because it didn't seem like the right reaction, "What?"

"You're so different from Finn," she said, shaking her head.

"Uh yeah. Six inches shorter and different plumbing," I said, raising an eyebrow. "And I'm more talented."

"He always told me to blow off my responsibilities to spend time with him," she said, "But you make me feel bad for missing them."

"I don't want to make you feel bad for anything," I said and Jay honked again, "I'm sorry, I gotta go before he takes off, but I like that you want to spend time with me, I just don't want you to lose sight of your dreams."

I gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and lifted her shirt at the same time, letting my fingers slide down her stomach and smiling, "You've got nothing to worry about."

I caught sight of her blush for just a moment before turning and running down the parking lot to Jay's waiting truck.

"Jesus, Britt," Jay groaned, shifting the car into drive and pulling out of the parking lot, "Next time you get five minutes and then I'm leaving."

I looked down at the clock in the dash and realized I had been standing with her for twenty minutes, "Sorry."

When I got to the sand hills, Rachel was close behind and was already parked and standing outside her car by the time we had the trailer open and ramp pulled out. I walked into the trailer and got my bike and as I walked it down the ramp I heard Rachel's shrill scream, "Yay Brittany!"

I glanced up at her and saw her jumping up and down, clapping her hands together excitedly and when she saw I was looking at her she raised a hand high into the air and gave an exaggerated wave. Some of the guys began to snicker and I couldn't help but blush. I stood my bike beside the guys, glaring at them as I laid my helmet down on the seat and walked towards her.

"Was that too much," she asked as I got closer to her.

I laughed, because even though it was a little embarrassing having my own personal cheerleader, I still wouldn't have it any other way, "Just enough."

Her enthusiastic grin made me laugh again and I said, "So I'm going to practice the run for half an hour and then for the last half of practice I'll come back and pick you up and I'll take you on the ride."

"You don't have to," she said, but I knew she was only saying it for my sake, the look in her brown eyes was telling me she was dying to get back on.

"I'd be happy to take you for a ride," I winked at her and her cheeks went pink from the innuendo.

"Brittany," Jay called and I turned to find him waving me towards the group.

"See you in thirty," I said to Rachel before hurrying towards the team.

I sat down on my bike as Jay began the meeting, my eyes drifting towards Rachel and taking my attention with them. She was wearing her pink plaid skirt today. I liked that one. With her white socks pulled up to her knees. I still couldn't believe the way she looked the evening before, when I had pulled away from our heavy make out session and her skirt was around her waist. Her panties had been so wet and I had done that. I couldn't wait until I got to taste-

"Brittany," Jay shouted, snapping my attention back to him.

"I was listening," I protested, but hoped to god he didn't ask me to repeat what he had just said because the only thing on my mind was Rachel's wet panties- and now my wet panties.

Jay shot me a dubious look and then said seriously, "This is our last practice before the competition on Sunday. You're our best rider, Britt, and if we want our team to come out on top we need you to keep focused today. We can't have a repeat of last week's practice, I don't think I've ever seen you bail out so many times."

"If we wanna talk bail outs, let's talk about the newbie," I shot back, pointing to Derrick, the newest member of our team, "I haven't seen him stick a single landing."

"She's got a point," another member, Tyler, agreed, "If he doesn't pull something off today, I really don't think he should be competing on Sunday."

Jay gave Derrick, who was looking pretty uncomfortable, a hard look and nodded, "They're right. I need to see something totally sick from you today or I'm pulling you from freestyle and you're just gonna run supercross. Which brings me to my next point. I heard word that there's gonna be some heavy hitter scouts in the crowd on Sunday. This is what we've all be working for so if you're serious about motocross, you better be bringing your game."

I felt a burst of excitement rush through me. There'd always been talk that a scout could be watching when we go to competitions, but the rumours never turned out to be anything, and I was definitely serious about motocross. I wasn't a novice to competitions. Rachel may have been winning dancing competitions and pageants when she was a tiny tot, but I was winning dirt bike races at the same time and before that, I was racing my Power Wheels. If there was going to be a scout at the competition they were definitely going to notice me.

"Alright, everybody be safe and have a good ride," Jay finished and we all secured our helmets to our heads and kicked our bikes into gear. Rachel was jumping up and down and cheering again as I rounded a corner near her and I gave her a quick wave before focusing my full attention on the run.

I rode hard, probably harder than I ever have. The goal in mind was driving me to attempt all the tricks I had been holding out on and although I bailed out once when I couldn't stick the landing on an attempted 'tsunami', I nailed the 'suicide can' and 'superman seat grab' earning extra loud squeals from Rachel that I could hear across the track.

Derrick was still bailing and even though I kept trying to give him pointers, I was pretty sure he was not interested in taking advice from a girl. I gave up after the fourth try and told myself I did all I could and if he broke his neck it was his own damn fault.

I checked my watch and after realizing that my thirty minutes were up, I was excited to bring Rachel in with my ride. Something about having a hot chick on the back of your bike was ridiculously appealing. I rode my bike towards her and watched her face somehow grow even more excited as she realized it was her turn to ride with me. The helmet hid my amused smile as I realized I really had the greatest girlfriend.

Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I could see Derrick take way too much air on a hill and lost control of his bike. He dove away, but the bike was sent hurdling in the opposite direction and before it even started moving I knew where it was going. Everything happened in slow motion, like in the movies. I wasn't thinking, there was no time for that, my body was just reacting to the situation. I leaped off my bike as it was still moving at full tilt, but didn't even stumble as my athletic legs tore into the dirt towards Rachel.

She was only a few feet away and I was pretty sure I was screaming at her to move, but I really couldn't tell. She hadn't moved, her body frozen in place, watching as the dirt bike barrelled towards herself and suddenly she regained the use of her feet, but she just took a step back, bumping against her car behind her.

It didn't matter, I was there already, standing in front of her and through my visor I could see her wide, panicked brown eyes fixed on mine before everything went black.