Riding Off

Santana cringes every time Brittany goes off a jump. She's convinced that the next jump will be the end, but no every time the tall blonde lands it perfectly.

"One more time around Pierce then you're done." shouts the motocross coach some older short stout lady with short spikey hair. Santana has never really liked her.

Santana lets out a sigh of relief as Brittany finishes her final lap. It is like this every Wednesday, Santana would sit in the stands for two hours watching Brittany at practice. She has never missed a race or a practice even when she was sick. Wednesday is the only day they don't have Cheerio practice or glee rehearsal. Santana is still trying to figure out how Brittany had gotten Coach Sylvester to let her be on the motocross team. Motocross is Brittany second love after dancing well maybe now third since she and Brittany have started dating and yes she is the blonde's number one love along with the blonde being hers.

Seeing five of the guys on the team surround her woman, Santana jumps up jealous starting to build up. Rushing down the stands she marches purposefully over to Brittany. Upon seeing her hot headed girlfriend walking fast towards them, the blonde side steps in front of her teammates to intercept the Latina.

Wrapping her arms around the Latina she whispers, "Calm down babe, we're just discussing the Regional race in three days." biting her earlobe Brittany adds, "Why would I want them when you're the only one who can make me scream so loud." she smiles as she turns back to her teammates.

"So Britt, you think you'll win. I mean you by far have the best chance. Trevor asks watching Santana put her arms around the blonde's waist.

"Yeah Britt if anyone's going to win it will be you." Henry agrees wondering how he can get her to dump Santana and be with him. Everyone knows that she flips through people fast getting board fast.

"Thanks guy, I'm going to go now. Homework and other such stuff to do you know." Brittany smiles wondering why they all are staring at her like she is a mermaid. Looping her arm around Santana they walk towards the locker room.

Once they reached the locker room Santana slams Brittany into the lockers franticly kissing her, sticking her tongue into the slightly open mouth from the moan the blonde let out.

"You know your motocross gear really turns me on." Santana whispers unbuttoning the blondes riding pants.

"So I should wear them all day instead of my Cheerio uniform." Brittany sexually whispers letting out a moan as Santana sticks her hand down the blonde's pants.

"I don't think coach would like that and frankly we'd get suspended cause I'd jump you in the middle of class." Santana says between kisses.

"Well...ugh...Fuck." Brittany moans as Santana plunges two fingers into the blonde pumping fast.

"Tell me how badly you want me." Santana demands running her other hand over the dancer's amazing abs, up to her breasts.

"Uh, San...harder please." Brittany moans thrusting her hips up.

Santana deciding that this is good enough plunges another finger in and begins pumping even faster trying to keep up with Brittany's pace. The blonde's moans excite the Latina causing her to pick up the speed. Feeling the walls tighten around her fingers, she knows that the girl is close. With her thumb she pushes on her clit finally pushing the blonde over the edge screaming out Santana's name. Watching Brittany buck and twitches is Santana's favorite part.

As Brittany finally comes down from her orgasm, Santana smiles down at her removing her fingers. Licking each finger she leans down and kisses the still sex hazed blonde.

"I love you." Brittany mumbles propping herself on her elbows.

"I love you too." Santana smiles standing up and helping up the blonde.

"Now when we get back to my house I'm going to have to return the favor." Brittany seductively whispers.

"So long as you don't change." Santana saunters off towards the door.

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Three days later, Santana pulls into the Pierce's driveway at six forty five. She glares at the motorcycle as she walks to the door. Brittany had whined, begged, cried and pouted until her parents had finally given in and got her the damn motorcycle. Santana hates the thing only seeing it as a death machine. She refuses to let Brittany drive it to school insisting on picking her up everyday much to the delight of her parents. They agree with Santana that it is a death machine and had only gotten it for her cause no one can say no to Brittany.

"Santana nice to see you so early." Mrs. Pierce says opening the door before the Latina can even knock.

"Yeah well since Britt has motocross regional today we have glee rehearsals at seven." Santana explains to the confused woman as Santana hates getting up early.

"Oh yeah that's today isn't it. I take you'll be there to make sure nothing bad happens." Mrs. Pierce smiles knowing Santana never misses a race. She loves her daughter's girlfriend cause she always is watching out for her, protecting her from everything that she can.

"Well honestly I don't want to be a widow at eighteen." Santana states blushing and looking down at her shoes.

"Yes well I agree that would be bad, but I don't think anyone could continue her to stop riding. I'm just glad she doesn't ride that death machine we bought her that much anymore." Mrs. Pierce tells her smiling trying to let her know that she knows that they will end up married and Brittany's all she wants.

Just as she's about to say something about them getting married to try and ease the Latina's worry about letting the marriage thing slip, Brittany skips in.

"Mom why didn't you say that Santana was here you're just lucky Lord Tubbington told me she had arrived." Brittany says grabbing some bacon and Santana's hand heading out the door. "Bye mom."

"Later Mrs. P," Santana yells as Brittany drags her out the door.

Brittany gets into the passenger seat of Santana's red Lamborghini Aventador that her dad had bought her for forgetting her birthday. The blonde loves to ride to school with her girlfriend, but misses riding her motorcycle.

She knows if she really wanted to she could convince Santana to let her, she has the Latina totally whipped, but she knows it scares her when she rides her cycle so she hasn't been riding it every day. She normally rides it four or five times a week either after school or before. Santana will occasional ride with her, but it scares her to death so Brittany doesn't ask her to anymore.

"You ready for the big race today?" Santana asks getting into the driver's seat.

"Yeah, I think so." Brittany nervously plays with the ends of her Cheerios skirt.

"Babe, you've got nothing to be nervous about, you're goin' to win." Santana confidently tells her backing out of the driveway.

"How do you know?"

"Britt Britt, you're my girl that's how I know you're goin' to win." Santana grabs her hand and kisses it.

"I just wish some of my friends would come." Brittany's face falls thinking of the people who won't be there. It breaks Santana's heart to see her so sad.

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"Finally you do know that the meeting was supposed to start ten minutes ago." Rachel jumps up running to the front of the choir room when Santana walks in.

"Shut it Hobbit, I'm here now aren't I." Santana sneers. "It's too god damn early to be here anyway." she whispers under her breath, Quinn and Puck hear and snicker.

"Hey, where's Brittany?" Artie asks as everyone looks to the door expecting her to come skipping in behind Santana.

"Well Professor X, she's getting mental prepared for Regional's that just so happen to be today." Santana begins before Rachel cuts her off.

"Santana you must be mistaken cause our Regional's aren't for a month."

"Hobbit, did it ever occur to you that I wasn't referring to glee. You do know that Brittany is on the motocross team and is the three time defending Regional champ along with the two time defending National champ." Santana states proudly to the astonished glee club only Quinn isn't surprised.

"She's still doing that I thought Sue would have put a stop to it or at least you." Quinn says looking up at Santana.

"I've tried, but she doesn't want to. I'm just glad she's no longer driving that death machine to school anymore." Santana rolls her eyes filing her nails.

"What's a death machine?" Finn asks looking at Rachel confused.

"Her motorcycle, duh." Santana looks at him like he is the stupidest person ever.

"Wait, Brittany who can't find her class and thinks two plus two equals duck has a motorcycle?" Kurt looks terrified.

"Yes, Brittany is really good and convinced her parents to buy her one. And the only time Santana has ever put her foot down when it comes to Brittany." Everyone makes whipping noises and Santana flips them off. "Is that Santana picks her up for school and when they go out cutting way down on the amount of time Brittany rides." Quinn finishes smiling at her frenimie.

"Yeah well, I don't want to be a widow at eighteen and all." Santana states to everyone's shocked faces. "No Q we're not married, but let's be honest there is no one else in the world for me, but Britt." she blushes looking intently at her hands.

Right then Mr. Shue walks in clapping his hands together. "Sorry for being late let's get star...Santana where is Brittany?"

"Okay listen up Britt's sad cause she really wants you all to show up to Regional's to cheer her on so she's refusing to come into the school today." Santana pauses glaring at everyone daring them to interrupt her. "So here's how it's goin' be all of you will be coming with me to cheer her on. We can car pool, but you all will be going." she mental pats herself on the back for this brilliant idea. "You'll all tell her that you heard from Mr. Shue and decided on your own to go. Got it." she glares as everyone nods. "Good, come on Q you can ride with me, we're leaving at eight ten." she smirks leaving the room followed by Quinn.

"I can't afford to go." Sam says.

"You can come with us." Finn shrugs looking at Rachel.

"Well I refuse to miss school." Rachel huffs crossing her arms.

"Don't even try to get out of this unless you want to end up on Santana's list." Puck shutters along with Finn, Kurt and Mercedes.

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They had beaten the bus by five minutes and while everyone else went to get seats close to the track as instructed by Santana, she heads to the bus area.

It's a tradition that they started freshman year. Brittany would give Santana a hug right after she gets off the bus and Santana would wish her good luck. Chuckling she remembers the one time sophomore year that she had been late and found Brittany still on the bus refusing to get off the bus until Santana arrived. The coach was yelling at her that she would make her life a living hell if she didn't get off the bus that instant. This had not set well with the Latina who ran up yelling, "I will ends you for threatening my girl." she punched the coach in the gut right before hugging Brittany and wishing her good luck.

"What you smiling about?" Brittany asks enveloping her in a bear hug.

"Nothing, just that all the glee club decided to come and cheer you on. And before you say anything I didn't threaten them to make them come. They came because THEY want to support you." Santana emphasizes about to wish her good luck when Brittany kisses her long and hard. Right there in front of her entire team. When they break apart Santana can't help, but smile. This is the first race that she is attending as Brittany S. Pierce's girlfriend and it seems that she wants all of her male teammates to know she is taken. Not that Santana has a problem with that at all.

"I'd better go," Brittany whispers as most of her team have gone to prepare for the race. "See you after." Brittany husks in her sexy voice causing Santana to shiver imagining what they'll do after that race in her car.

"Good...luck," Santana manages to stumble out. She stares at her girlfriend's ass as she walks away. Stopping turning around the blonde smirks and shaking her ass before leaving.

"God damn it Quinn." Santana mumbles to herself, walking to the stands. She has just remembered that Quinn had ridden with her. "She's such a cock block." she grumbles pushing her way through the crowd.

"Who's a cock block?" Puck asks getting wacked by Mercedes, Quinn and Rachel.

"Santana here we saved you a seat." Quinn scoots down a bit towards Mike.

She just stares at them like they are aliens.

"You told us to get seats in the center front so here we are." Mike says gesturing around him, everyone nods.

"Really I said front as in the very front, god I asked you to do one thing and none of you can even do that. Come on Berry I never thought that you would like to be anywhere, but front and center." Rachel is about to defend them when Santana holds up her hand. "Never mind I'll just do it."

She marches down the stands to the very front where four jocks and their cheerleading girlfriends are sitting. "Move," she orders.

They look at her like she is crazy. Quinn notes that most of the people in the stands seem scared of her which honestly doesn't surprise her.

"I said move," Santana orders again starting to get very angry.

"No," one of the girls says.

"Those are my seats." Santana growls glaring at the eight intruders who by everyone else's standards of seating have lots of room.

"There aren't assigned seats." a black haired boy says.

"Yeah I don't see your name on them." a brown short hair girl says.

"Um," Santana points at the seat.

It reads Property of Santana Lopez. Sit in my seats and I'll ends you.

"Oh," Rachel stares.

"My," Finn gasps.

"God," Artie stares.

"She actually has her seat labeled." Quinn stutters.

Santana waves them down as the intruders leave. They all settled down Rachel as far away from Santana as possible.

"Of course I did, I have to be able to jump to Britt's aid if needed." Santana says point blank like everyone should know this.

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Brittany just finished getting all her gear on when her five male teammates come over to her.

"Good luck," Trevor says slapping her on the back.

"Yeah, go get them girl just don't take me out please." jokes Jack walking over to his bike.

"So I was wondering if you'd like to go out after the race." Henry asks hoping she will say yes. He figures that she must be tired of Santana's bitchiness by now.

"Um, you know I have a girlfriend." Brittany looks really confused.

The other four guys are getting very uncomfortable. Everyone at McKinley knows not to mess with Brittany or try to get between her and Santana. If you do Santana will go All Lima Heights on you and ends you.

"Yeah, but she's a bitch." Henry states looking around for them to agree with him none do they look terrified.

"I'm going to pretend you didn't say that about my girlfriend. One I don't like that you assume that because she's a girl that I couldn't love her and two if you continue I'll call Santana over to take care of you. Leave so I can prepare for the race." Brittany turns around and the four guys pull Henry away.

Brittany walks over to her bike and does a quick check. After seeing everything is a o kay she sighs closing her eyes and picturing Santana. It's the only thing that calms her down.

"Racer's to the gate." the announcement over the speaker jolts her out of her thoughts.

Brittany walks over to her starting gate right next to Trevor and some guy from Carmel.

"Racer's ready, set, go!" Brittany kicks off easily getting to the front of the pack. As they ride around the first turn and the double jump Brittany takes the lead surging out a hundred feet in front of them. Going over the mountain jump she does a three sixty handle bar stand and a superman.

"Go baby go." Santana shouts as Brittany goes by.

"How many laps do they do?" Blaine asks watching all the guys race by trying to catch Brittany.

"Two more now shut up, I have to focus!" Santana shouts never taking her eyes off of Brittany.

"Wow she really is good." Rachel says to Finn and Kurt. They nod in agreement.

The bell rings for the final lap and all Brittany has to do is continue at her current speed and not fall. The glee club now realizes why Santana has her seats where they are cause it's the finish line. As Brittany rounds the final turn, Santana starts jumping up and down.

"Wow that's so un-Satan," Mercedes scoots away scared she might be attacked or something.

"Please she's just happy that Brittany made it through the race and that she won for obvious reasons." Quinn laughs as everyone else looks at her in disgust.

Brittany crosses the finish line as the crowd cheers. Puck, Sam and Mike try to stop Santana from jumping over the fence and onto the track, but she is too quick. Hoping over the fence she runs straight for Brittany. The tall blonde who has discarded her bike easily catches the Latina and she kisses her girlfriend. She wraps her legs around the blonde's waist, her arms around her neck smiling at her.

"Congratulation, honey." Santana smiles kissing her. She is in for some fun tonight. Currently she is wishing they weren't on the track so she could jump her girlfriend.

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The next day at school everyone except Brittany and Santana meet in the choir room before school.

"Quinn I thought you said Brittany would be here so we could congratulate her." Rachel annoyingly says.

"Yeah, I don't understand why she disappeared after the race." Sam adds scratching his head.

Puck chuckles as everyone else also looks confused, but Quinn.

"Really, you have to ask that why do you think I rode back with Puck and Santana also disappeared too." Quinn shakes her head at their stupidly.

"Oh," Mercedes manages to say.

"I can't believe you guys didn't know that Santana gets all hot and bothered when she sees Brittany in her riding gear." Puck trails off trying to imagine them together.

"Get your mind out of the gutter Puck." Rachel says whacking him on the back of the head.

"As gross as Puck is, he's right." Quinn agrees looking down at her phone which just went off. "Come on Santana just texted for us to meet them in the parking lot." she gets up and heads for the parking lot, everyone else slowly follows.

"Where is she?" Mike asks.

"I don't see her car do you?" Kurt asks.

"No way, she said she'd never...ever..." Quinn stammers.

"They're totally hot!" Puck pumps his arm.

"Oh my god," Rachel states.

Brittany rides up to them on her Harley Sportster Nightster with Santana clinging onto her, her eyes closed, but pop open when they stop.

"S, I thought you said after last time that you would never again get on a motorcycle." Quinn grabs her arm and helps her off.

Brittany answers, "Tana for reason asked me to pick her up today last night." she frowns removing her helmet. Santana left hers on.

"I just thought that you all ought to see Britt actually ride her motorcycle and frankly her riding gear is such a turn on for me." Santana smirks, winking at her girl.

"Ahh come here," Brittany pulls Santana to her, removing her helmet and kissing her.

"Okay really you brought us out here to watch you make out." Rachel disgustingly says.

"Hell yeah," Puck smiles.

"Hell no Hobbit, I just want to ask Q to cover for us and say we'll be back on Monday and to please get my homework." Santana smiles as Brittany giggles leaning into the Latina.

"What are you two up to?" Quinn suspiciously asks staring at them.

"Nothing to concern yourself with Q, come on Britt we needs to get this show on the road." Santana says putting her helmet back on and waiting for Brittany to get on before climbing on behind her. "Later losers," she shouts as Brittany kicks the bike into gear riding out of the parking lot.

"There goes the two hottest pieces of ass at this school, riding off together." Puck sighs, suspecting that when they get back they will be married. Why else would Santana ride on something she apparently doesn't like.

"Oh god their riding to New York to get married." Quinn hits herself in the head for not realizing sooner. "Britts eighteenth birthday was yesterday."