"Go all Elizabeth Swan up in here. Light something on fire. Wait for a ship or whatever. We're not far from the Keys." Santana was totally calm. Quinn on the other hand was not.
"You think I carry a lighter?" Quinn snapped.
"Yes," Santana answered plainly. "I mean, you smoked like 3 packs a day back in September."
"Well, I don't okay," Quinn clarified.
"I do." Santana started lighting things on the island, hoping to catch the attention of a passing boat. "You need to calm down." Santana thought. "I have an idea. Come here." She motioned for Quinn to come closer. When she did Santana grabbed the back of the girl's neck and planted a forceful kiss on her lips.
Quinn pulled away. "What in the hell was that?" She asked as she wiped her mouth.
"I'm hot. You're… decent looking. I can't get you pregnant. And we have a couple of hours. Come on, Q. It'll help with your stress or whatever. Don't pretend you don't want it." Santana stepped closer, noticing the other girl didn't step back. She got close enough that it would only take one swift move to capture the blonde's lips.
"Fuck you, Santana." Quinn said, continuing to not move.
"That's your job." Santana said before grabbing the girl's neck again and kissing her, a little more tenderly this time.
Let's just say that Quinn was no longer stressed by the time some boats finally noticed the smoke.