A/N: 100 word Quinntana prompt from ellowyntinuviel; "I can believe anything." Thanks!
"I know you can. What else is new?" Santana answered disinterestedly, making sure to obnoxiously slurp her lemon popsicle.
Quinn rolled her eyes. "I was going to say: anything but this trash." Glancing once more at the tabloid in her hand, she sighed and tossed it to the ground. She rolled over onto her stomach to join Santana near the foot of her bed. "You're dripping on my sheets," she pointed out.
Santana raised her eyebrows, sucking on her popsicle again as she met the blonde's eyes, "You wants some of what I'm dripping? It's sticky and… Mmm… Very tasty."