Nerd Problems
Quinn whistled as she walked up the stairs to the apartment she shared with Rachel and Santana. It had been a great day. It was bright and warm out, and their professor had moved class to the middle of Central Park. She'd managed to not fail her Econ test, which she was counting as a personal victory. And best yet, it was Friday, so she didn't have to work that night. Yes, it had been a good day, and now she could go home and chill with her girlfriends.
Uh oh.
She heard raised voices as she unlocked the door. When she entered the small apartment, Santana and Rachel were standing on opposite sides of the room yelling at each other. In the ruckus, she couldn't make out exactly what was being said. However she did catch phrases like "costume" and "thief". She pulled out her rape whistle and gave a short blast. "What the hell is going on?" she asked.
Her girlfriends glared at each other.
"Santana's a costume thief!"
"You don't even look like him!"
"Oh for the love of Ernest Hemingway! Are you two still arguing over who gets to go as Ash to Comic Con?"
Glares still in place, both girls nodded.
Quinn sighed. "Nerd problems…."