"Q?" Santana pokes her head into her room smirking.
"Yeah?" Quinn snapped, she was in no mood to be the butt of another one of Santana's jokes.
Santana stepped into the room, Quinn's eyes were immediately drawn to the red dress that hugged Santana's every curve. It was a crimson red, passionate and fiery, just like Santana's personality.
Quinn's eyes narrowed. "Why exactly are you dressed like that?"
Santana's smirk grew wider. In three strides Santana grabbed Quinn's arm, yanked her out of her chair and pushed her towards the closet.
"We're going out." Santana said with a tone of finality, emphasising her point with a nod. "Besides," Santana gestured to Quinn's pile of books, "You've been buried in books all day and frankly I'm bored Q."
"Well, maybe you should study more."
"Maybe you should get a life, Miss-Perfect-Yale-Student."
"Like you have one." Countered Quinn
"I do!" Santana defended
"Getting drunk is NOT having a life, Santana." Quinn said rolling her eyes.
Santana looked pensive and was quiet for a while. "Whatever. Let's go, Q"
AN: Just short Quinntana drabble that I wrote, nothing much/special. If I ever get a plot line idea might continue. Oneshot as of now