An Unexpected Pair
"Seriously, what is your fucking problem?! It's not that hard to put your slutty thongs in your draw!" Alison shouted, throwing a pink thong across the room at Santana. Santana lay on her un-made double bed flicking through a magazine, ignoring Alison. "Are you even listening to me?" Alison stood, arms crossed and a glare pointed at Santana.
"Yeah, sure, whatever." Santana sighed and flicked her hand at Alison, motioning for her to leave. Alison huffed out a loud breath before throwing another thong in Santana's direction, this time hitting the Latina on the head. Santana stopped flicking through her magazine and pulled the garment off of her head. Slowly turning her head to face Alison, Santana sat up off the bed.
"What is your problem? Why are you throwing stuff at me?" Santana said with the hint of anger bubbling up inside her voice.
"You are incapable of cleaning your stuff in our room!"
"Since when did you become Queen? I don't have to do what you say!" Santana took a step closer to Alison, with the blonde mimicking the action. No one said anything, the two girls just glared at each other. Alison stepped closer to Santana so that they were inches apart. The blonde was slightly taller than the Latina, so Alison looked down over Santana. A smirk started to spread over Alison's face. She knew Santana wouldn't be able to hold their eye-contact for much longer, so Alison dipped her head lower so her mouth was near Santana's ear.
"Tidy your shit up." Alison whispered into Santana's ear before pulling back slowly. Just as Alison was about to turn away, Santana's hand came up at full speed and smacked the side of Alison's face. The noise was loud and there was a hand printed onto Alison's cheek as a mark. Alison's mouth was in the shape of an "O" but Santana just smirked then shrugged. She turned around but before she could go anywhere Alison had hold of Santana's hair and tugged on it – hard. Santana let out a shriek and Alison let go. Seconds later their dorm room door opened and two other girls entered.
"What's going on here?" Emily asked confused. Quinn was by her side, equally confused. Santana and Alison stood up straight, giving each other one last glare before turning to the girls at the door and smiling sweetly.
"Nothing. Ali and I were just talking." Santana's smile was obvious fake and Quinn could tell. Her eyebrow was now raised, her lips were pursed and her hands were on her hips. Santana knew the look to well and (not that she would admit it out loud) it scared her. Emily, however, was oblivious to the signs that the blonde and Latina had been arguing – again.
"Oh right. Well Ali I was going to come over and ask if you wanted to do anything tonight." Emily moved away from the door and went to sit on Alison's bed.
"Come on Em; let's go to your room." Alison waited for Emily to get up; she then took Emily's hand in her own and intertwined their fingers. Emily gave Alison a sweet smile as they walked out the door. Once they were gone Quinn shut the door behind them.
"What the hell is your problem San?" Quinn returned to her pose: raised eye-brow, pursed lips and hands on hips.
"Oh don't you start, you're as bad as her!" Santana grumbled as she went round the room to collect her thongs that were scattered around the room.
"What were you arguing about this time?" Quinn moved to sit on the edge of Santana's bed.
"My thongs." Santana replied angrily, shaking the 3 in her hand above her head. Quinn let out a small giggle. "It's not funny." Santana grumbled shooting Quinn a dirty look.
"Sorry, but you are untidy babe." Santana stopped what she was doing and turned to face Quinn. "Don't give me that look, you know you are!" Quinn winked.
"I might be unorganised but shes not exactly a clean freak!" Santana argued, walking over to Alison's side of the room. "I mean look at this." Santana held up a book from a pile on the floor. "Shes got this crap lying about everywhere." Santana threw the book back on the floor and kicked over the others. Quinn couldn't help but laugh at Santana's childish behavior but Santana ignored her girlfriend and moved over to Alison's draws. She opened it and started rummaging through it.
"You know, Emily and I get along great. I don't know what your's and Alison's problem is." Quinn shrugged, then reached over to Santana's bed-side table and took the bottle of coke that was set on it. She opened it up and took a sip. She noticed Santana wasn't really listening but decided to carry on speaking anyway. "Alison really isn't that bad. She is so sweet to Emily." Santana scoffed at the remark and continued to pull out different objects from Alison's top draw and throwing them either on the bed or over her head.
"You don't thinks she's that bad because you don't live with the stuck up bitch." Santana slammed the draw shut in frustration and opened the second one.
"San, she might have private stuff in those draws." Quinn eyed Santana suspiciously, ignoring Santana's previous comment.
"That's kind of the point babe." Santana mumbled as she slammed the draw shut and walked over to Alison's wardrobe. She opened it up and started pushing the hangers over to the left. Judging the clothes on each on. Quinn shook her head and took another sip of coke before putting the bottle back on the bed-side table.
"So, what thongs did you leave lying around?" Quinn asked in a suggestive tone. She wanted to change the subject and this seemed like a great change to relax Santana.
Santana stopped riffling through the clothes and turned around to face Quinn. She stood with one hand on her hip and one of her eyebrows raised.
"And why do you want to know?" Santana asked evocatively.
"i'm just... interested." Quinn winked standing up and moving slowly towards Santana. Quinn stopped a few meters away from Santana causing Santana to raise her eyebrow even higher.
"Well that's just pervy and makes you sound creepy, Fabgay." Santana winked and walked passed Quinn towards her bed. She began to pull the duvet over to cover the bed. As she reached over to straighten out the opposite side Quinn smacked Santana's butt with a shirt. Santana jumped a little and turned around to find a grinning Quinn. "What was that for?" Santana questioned, slightly annoyed, and rubbing where the shirt had hit her.
"Felt like it." Quinn shrugged and hung the shirt over her shoulder. Santana shook her head and said:
"Well, try and control yourself next time babe."
"It's hard when I'm around you San." Quinn winked, causing Santana to blush slightly. "Aw, you're blushing." Quinn smirked, but Santana just scowled at her. "Don't scowl. You'll get wrinkles." Quinn leaned forward and connected their lips for just a moment before pulling away and heading for the door.
"Hold up! You can't do what?" Santana crossed her arms.
"Do what?" Quinn asked feigning innocence. Santana walked over to Quinn and picked her up. Quinn wrapped her legs around Santana's waist and their lips came together again.
Santana pulled away slightly so her lips hovered over Quinn's. "Leave me." Santana whispered before stealing another kiss off Quinn.