A/N: 100 word prompt from an anon to continue the two-for-one chapter 17 (Quinncedes friendship). Thanks!
"…Santana." Mercedes' brow furrowed. "Satan, head cheerleader, Santana?"
Quinn nodded.
Lips pursing, Mercedes picked up her Coke. When Quinn opened her mouth to say something, she held up a pointer finger, shaking her head. "I need a moment."
"I don't blame you." Shoulders lifting in a small shrug, Quinn smiled and tossed her head, propping her chin on her hand. "I'd be just as surprised if you told me you were dating Karofsky."
"Excuse me, nuh uh. No." Making a face, Mercedes allowed a supportive smile to come into existance, and she reached out to squeeze Quinn's hand. "Santana, huh?"