Disclaimer: I don't own glee or its characters

Author's note: This is just something I am dabbling with... I have no idea where it's going, anyway enjoy. Oh, and I also know nothing about motocross, so if there's like something I butcher reference wise... I'm sorry in advance.

I Make Them Good Girls Go Bad.

"Santana? Hello earth to Santana!" A hand waves in front of her face pulling her from her internal debate. It wasn't a rational debate, but the young Latina found herself unable to divert her wandering eyes away from her new obsession. Santana reluctantly snaps out of her daydream, and attempts to turn her focus away from her constant distraction. Which was harder than it should be.

'How can I focus on anything else, it's not my fault that I can't tear my gaze from her, have you seen her?' Santana looks back towards a tall blonde, who was currently surrounded by a crowd of people all trying to gain some form of attention from the up and coming rookie motocross star. 'If I have to watch one more girl ask for an autograph on their skanky ass chest I am going to have to march over there and kick some skank ass.' She sends another fierce glare at yet another girl who was practically groping the athlete. 'It just isn't' fair.' Santana can't help but pout. Unfortunately all good things must come to an end. She hears snickering coming from her so called 'Best Friend'.

"Really this is just sad Santana." She pulls the Latina to her feet and physically has to direct her friends gaze to hers. Santana rolls her eyes at her friends' actions.

'Why is she always making situations more complicated?' she thinks. Her friend on the other hand gives her an amusing smirk. "What?" Santana asks with a hint of frustration, which was extinguished immediately by her friend.

"Come on… this is getting old," She says with all honesty. "Why don't you just go up and talk to your dream girl." Her friend pokes at her side.

Santana gasps 'one: there was no way I would ever be able to approach her. And secondly: even if I did, what would it do? Nothing… There is no way i could talk to her considering she probably gets hit on, on a daily basis. I don't want to be that girl.' No, she wasn't going to put herself out there and get shot down... nope. She was going to keep her distance and watch the athlete from afar. The easiest, yet creepier thing to do. Which didn't seem so bad as long as she didn't get caught.

"I don't know what you're talking about?" Santana plays up her ignorance.

"Oh please, we've been working in this damn stand for how long…? And every time Miss Brittany S. Pierce is racing you get all goggly eyed. It's sickening. Why can't you just grow a pair and go talk to her. Stop being such a pussy."

'Ouch, low blow…' Santana frowns she hates when she's wrong. "Okay first of all I'm going to ignore the fact that you called me a pussy… Santana Lopez is anything but a pussy… I'm a certified badass… I even got a certificate of proof. And secondly I don't ever want to hear you talk about growing a pair in front of me again. Now if you're done playing my therapist, our break is over." She states matter of factly. The two of them turn and go back into the food concession stand. They pull their aprons over on before Santana reopens the ordering window. They were now faced with a never ending line of overly excited motocross fans. Who all chose the same moment to buy their delicious high cholesterol food.

'Great' Santana thinks as she begins taking orders. Her friend continues the conversation she had thought was laid to rest outside. Unfortunately for Santana her friend doesn't let things go so easily.

"Look I just don't understand why you don't just talk to her?" She says.

"Please someone like her would never be interested in a girl like me. I mean I work the concession stand selling greasy deep fried food to crazy loud motocross fans, and she a nationally ranked motocross racer." Santana says as she dips a corn dog into a fryer.

It seemed so obvious in her head, that this girl was way out of her league. Not that Santana was lacking in looks, I mean she had an amazingly fit body. Mostly because this job made her avoid any type of unhealthy food like it was the plague. Her skin was flawless and perfectly tan, hello she is Santana Lopez, and one hot Latina for Christ sake. Hell she once was told that her luscious lips put most people to shame. I mean there was nothing physically wrong with her; she just wasn't a part of the 'same world' Brittany Pierce was living and thriving in. For example, Brittany wasn't living paycheck to paycheck like she was. The girl probably had people waiting o her hand and foot.

Her friend on the other hand wasn't convinced. She hands a customer their food before turning back around to voice her opinion some more.

"Yeah exactly my point, you act as though she is some sort of movie star, she isn't a celebrity, she's an athlete. And I'm sure she isn't as stuck up as you're making her sound. You need to knock her off that pedestal everyone, including you have placed her on, and go over there and talk to her like a normal human being. Trust me on this, you do that, and she will be jumping your lady bones before the next race."

Santana hands an order of cheesy fries through the ordering window.

"I just don't think I would be her type. I mean she's probably dating that card girl, or something. A girl like that doesn't settle for anyone. She doesn't have to. And I don't want to be a random hook up. Hell if that's all I needed I would have jumped her by now. Look, M. You're a good friend and all, but I'm just not willing to feel anything other than what I'm already feeling for this girl, okay. If something happened, I don't think I could deal with the emotional whiplash."

"Um excuse me… lady… not that we don't all enjoy a lovely banter, some of us would like our food sometime today." A costumer yells through the window. Santana just turns and gives the old man a fake smile and hands him his corn dog.

"Have a lovely day sir…" She says sarcastically, making sure to give him her signature scowl before handing the costumer his food. He grabs his food from Santana's hands and storms off into the crowd. 'Dick' that's when Santana notices the lovely gentleman left his wallet on the counter. 'Shit.'

"Fuck, can you handle the rush for a sec, that guy forgot his wallet."

Her friend just nods.

Santana pushes past people as she attempts to navigate her way through the overcrowded stadium.

"I could have sworn I saw him walking this way… way'da go San… attempting to find one person…"

Her lovely train of thought is cut short as she spots the man and standing next to him is none other than her latest crush Brittany.

'Okay Santana time to grow those man balls, metaphorically of course.'

She makes her way over to what seems to be a heated conversation between the two individuals and stops when she is within earshot. Brittany looks angry, or disappointed it was hard to tell.

'Maybe I should come back later' Santana thinks. She stops dead in her tracks when she hears Brittany's voice.

"Look I don't know what you're trying to say here. You want me to lose?" Brittany looks as though someone had punched her in the stomach. The man interjects before she has time to continue her spat in front of everyone.

"Now look honey, that's not what they're asking you to do… they just want some of your teammates to earn some points in this division. Look you're already in for the championship as it is. The sponsors just want to guarantee more than one of their riders in the finals. You are higher in the standing, and they want you to help your teammates gain some points." The man says in a slightly hushed tone, but Santana is able to make out most of it.

"Look I love this sport… I love that I get to race against some of the greatest people in the league, but for you or even the sponsors to ask me to take a dive… o-or not compete is ridiculous." Santana had never seen someone so passionate for something in her life. Maybe that was because she could never show such devotion to her job. She smirked at the thought of actually enjoying working over a hot greasy fryer. She was pulled back into their heated debate.

"This isn't about you… it's about the companies that own you, and your bike, hell they even bought you that lovely outfit you're currently wearing. So show some fucking respect…" he grabs the collar of the blonde's clothing for emphasis.

'And that was the red flag to interrupt,' Santana clears her throat…

"Excuse me…" She says loud enough to pull the attention of the two people to her. The man rolls his eyes at the sight of the young Latina girl in front of him.

"Oh great… what do you want?" His eyes burn into hers.

'Oh no he didn't just,' she imminently glares at him before she tosses his wallet at him.

"Whatever… next time, don't forget your shit on my counter, because I guarantee if you do it again I will max out every credit card in there."

She hears Brittany laugh. Her eyes shift to hers. 'Oh her eyes… how can they be so freakin blue?' she hears the man scoff.

"Look Brittany… do the right thing okay… think of who you work for before you go and screw up your life." And with that said the man yet again storms off into the crowd.

"What a fucking Jerk." Santana mutters. "Is he always this fun to be around?" She asks as she turns back to the blonde. Brittany giggles again. Melting Santana into a puddle of mush. She then tries to regain her composure… "I'm sorry I didn't mean to interrupt… I just… he forgot his wallet, and then I just couldn't help it… I mean again I'm sorry…, and I'll go."

Santana is pulled from her banter when she feels a hand on her shoulder. She can't help but feel like her legs are going to out. 'One touch… really?' Brittany's voice brings her back to reality.

"It's okay… they don't pay him to be nice… he's my manager. But thanks for stepping in… and you're right I mean he is a jerk. My names Brittany…" Santana flushes red as the blonde extends her hand to her. She eyes the hand before she grasps it. She hears Brittany giggle again… as she now realizes she broke the girl. "This would be the time to tell me your name…" Brittany leans in and whispers into Santana's ear with a smirk.

"Santana…" She spits out. "S-Santana Lopez." 'Holy crap Lopez, get your shit together. Don't make a fool of yourself… breathing would be an excellent start.' She lets out the breath she'd been holding.

"Well it's nice to meet you Santana Lopez." Her smile makes the girl loses herself until she realizes she should probably let go of the girl's hand before she thinks she's slow or something.

"Sorry about that… I should get back to work… it was nice to meet you Brittany… I'm a big fan." She turned to walk away, but before she gets too far she turns back around. "Look I don't want to overstep my boundaries here… but if it was me… I wouldn't let some suit like that control how I race." Brittany looks almost confused, until she realized the hot female in front of her must have heard more of that conversation than she thought. "I'm just saying… you shouldn't be controlled… considering you're a motocross star. Anyway good luck in today's race… I'll be cheering for you." Santana gives the now speechless blonde a wink before she walks off into the crowd, making sure to swing her hips a little more that usual.

'Wow' is all Brittany can think…

End...Disclaimer: I don't own glee or its characters