Day 2: Roommates

Rating: T (only because there's bad words and you gotta be careful about that)

Summary: Quinn and Santana have been roommates for awhile and while they can usually handle each other, sometimes their patients wear thin.

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"I'm warning you right now, Santana," Quinn pointed her finger at the Latina and held her other hand above her hip with an unplugged cord in her grip, "If you don't keep it down this week I'm going to break your ugly stereo. I have an exam on Friday."

Santana sat at her desk with her chair swiveled around to face the blonde as she gained an offended expression, "I will literally murder you in your sleep if you break my stereo."

Quinn was taken a bit back by the threat but held her ground, "I'll lock my door."

Santana gave an exasperated sigh before spinning her chair in circles, "Fine, Fabray! I'll keep it down. Just get the hell out!"

"You better keep it down," Quinn tossed the cord to the ground, pretty happy with herself as she skipped to the door and turned around with a smile, "Not everyone wants to hear your crappy music, you know that right?"

Santana rolled her eyes, "You literally just made the ugliest face just now. Hope it doesn't stick."

Quinn just laughed as she skipped out of Santana's room and over to her own on the other side of the apartment. This laughter didn't stay for long, especially on Wednesday night when Santana decided to blast music right after the clock past midnight.

Quinn tried to sleep through it, she tried ear plugs and listening to calming music through her earphones but there was no way to drown out Santana's music. Quinn kept her cool until a certain loud thumping synthesize type of song forced it's way through the walls. It was soon followed with an over exaggerated shriek-singing from her favorite roommate.

The blonde rose from the bed and stormed her way out of her room before tripping over her roommates shoes and launching herself into Santana's room, "You bitch!"

Santana just turned slowly in her chair with an textbook in her hands and a confused look on her face. She asked over her music, "Quinn, what are you doing? I'm trying to study."

"And I'm trying to sleep! You're doing this on purpose!"

"Am not." Santana sat her textbook on her desk, "This is how I study. You know this."

"Since when?! Two weeks ago?"

Santana opened her mouth then closed it with a smirk, "Maybe."

Quinn sighed and looked over towards Santana's stereo. She looked over to Santana and gave her own smirk, "You know what I have to do now, right, San?"

Santana eyed her stereos before shaking her head at Quinn, her smirk completely gone, "Don't you dare touch my stereos, Fabray."

Quinn slowly backed toward the loud machine, "I warned you."

"Dammit I swear, Quinn, if you-" she was cut off with a loud crash as she watched Quinn throw off her stereo from her dresser and silenced the room. She was surprised that she actually did it. She was also a little turned on by the aggressiveness of the usually indifferent blonde, but mostly just surprised.

Quinn was proud of herself, until she realized who she just did this to. The girl had just threatened to murder her in her sleep earlier in the week. She was obviously crazy, and Quinn just damaged her property. It probably wasn't the most rational decision that she's made today.

Quinn combed her fingers through her hair and felt herself backing out of the room slowly. She watched Santana, whom kept looking at the broken thing on the floor with a mixture of bewilderment and a bit of a smile, and managed to mutter a small, "That's what you get, San. Yep."

Then she rushed as smoothly as she could out of the room and softly closed her door behind her. She'll just deal with that tomorrow, she told herself before laying back in bed and held her breath for Santana to attack her.

She held her breath for three long days and not one word from the other girl. Actually, Quinn had not seen Santana since that night and the apartment wasn't that big. It was almost like Quinn was living by herself and now that she was done with her last exam of the semester, she was lonely and a bit bored without her annoying roommate around.

By Monday night, Quinn was ready to text the other girl if she had moved out just because of the stereos. Quinn would buy the girl new stereos, but only if she would stop avoiding her. If this continued she would have to go hang out with other's like Mercedes or, God forbid, Rachel. Just the thought of so much effort made her shrink in her bed.

Then a loud shriek from her roommate's room grabbed her attention and she was in the other room in the flash. And there was roommate, standing on her bed and staring at her closet door.

"Thank God you're here!" Santana said as she tossed Quinn a broom, "There's the biggest fucking spider in there and I can't do it!"

Quinn gripped the broom and eyed the closet, "And you want me to?"

"Get rid of it!"

"Like kill it?"

"Yes!" Santana watched Quinn freeze in her spot and clapped her attention back to her, "You owe me!"

"Santana, I can't do spiders."

"Face your fears, bitch!" Santana pointed to the closet.

Quinn took a deep breath and inched her way over to the closet door, "How big is it?"

"Big enough. Just killed it!"

"Don't make me do this, San."

"Just kill it, Fabray. Damn."

Quinn inhaled and yanked the door open. She expected the spider to be on the floor and not jumping at her and attacking her full on. She fell to the floor with a shriek as the gigantic, small dog-sized, spider bounced off of her, knocking the broom out of her hands before it landed backwards on the floor.

She almost continued to scream until she noticed that the spider wore a Ghostface mask and Santana was holding her stomach as she jumped up and down on the bed. It took a moment for Quinn to fully grasp that the spider was fake, but only a second to know that Santana was laughing at her.

She put her hand against her chest and looked up at the other girl, "You… Why would you…"

"It was a prank! You're welcome!" Santana continued to laugh and wiped at her eyes.

"You're so mean!" Quinn felt the sides of her mouth go up at Santana's contagious laughter, "I was really scared."

"I can't do spiders," Santana mocked, "I didn't know you were such a pussy, Q!"

"I'm not!" Quinn couldn't help but start to laugh with her. She stood up and knocked Santana over before straddling her and tickling her, "Say you're sorry!"

"No way!" Santana laughed before letting out a squeak at an especially ticklish spot on her hip, "Fine! Oh my gosh! I'm sorry!"

Quinn stopped but stayed where she was until they both were more out of breath than laughing. Quinn sighed, "I'm sorry for, like, breaking your stereos."

Santana shrugged and let out a struggled, "Sorry for playing my music so late and loud or whatever."

Quinn smiled and Santana mirrored it because they didn't apologize to each other often. It was new and was really nice.

Santana rested her hands behind her head, "My stereos were old anyways. You gave me a reason to buy new ones."

Quinn looked over to Santana's dresser and was surprised to see brand a new shiny stereo that looked like it was probably worth Santana's half of the rent. Quinn shook her head at the girl underneath her, " You probably provoked me so that I'd trash them."

Santana smirked, "Maybe."

They were silent for a moment, until they realized that Quinn was still sitting on Santana.

Quinn moved herself off and stood up, "Try not to play that thing too loud or I'll have to break it again."

Santana sat up and smiled, "If you break my new one you'll have to pay for it. In all your hair. And maybe a limb."

Quinn patted down her shirt and, "I actually think you're super serious this time so just no loud music after midnight. Cool?"

"Cool," Santana laid back down and looked up the ceiling, "Are you using a new perfume?"

"Uh," Quinn blushed, "No. Its the same one."

"Oh. Well its nice." Santana waved her away, "You can leave now."

Quinn rolled her eyes and strolled out the room. She almost made it to her room, but not before tripping on her favorite roommate's shoes.