"I can't reach." Santana whines slumping forward on the wardrobe.
"Well then why did you volunteer to did it?" Quinn asks standing behind her and reaching to the top of the wardrobe to hide the children's Christmas presents.
"I thought I was taller." Santana mutters passing the next present to Quinn.
"You're a hobbit." Quinn states. "When your old you're going to be tiny."
"I will never be old."
"You're ridiculous."
"Well you'll be old and tiny with me too." Santana says. "Anyway shut up I don't want to think about being old and shrivelled." She wrinkles her nose. "We only just had kids, it's to early to think about this"
Quinn giggles at Santana and chucks the last present on the top of the wardrobe. Before throwing a blanket over the top of them.
"Right." she says "Get out."
"What!?" Santana's mouth drops open. "What'd I do?"
"Oh nothing. I just need to hide your present and I know for a fact that I can't trust you not to peek." Quinn says matter-of-factly ushering her wife out the room.
"I so can be truste-" Santana begins but Quinn's already shut and locked her out of the room.
"Bitch."
"You're one to talk, also I just found my present, but because I'm trustworthy I've put it back and not opened it."
"How did you…already?"
"You hide everything in the strap on box."