Murderers Aren't Attractive.
Sometimes Santana and Quinn just stand on the roof of some building.
Sometimes when they do that, they're not even looking for crimes happening in the city.
Sometimes they'll just... stand. And sometimes they'll just sit when the get tired of just standing.
Sometimes Santana will sigh and Quinn will tell her to shut up.
Sometimes Quinn will try to shuffle closer to Santana because,
"I'm cold."
"You can't even feel the cold Quinn."
And then they just stand awkwardly apart.
It's those nights that Santana wonders why she didn't just opt to sleep.
But sometimes there's action.
And it's those nights that Santana and Quinn feel alive again.
Luckily, tonight is one of those nights.
*An old fic that's kinda choppy because the chapters are so short! Thought I'd share though! Enjoy! :D
And yes. I did upload like four chapters in one day ok