A/N: 100 word prompt from lightbluenymphadora; attempting to assemble a Christmas tree. Thanks!
Having been humming along to the radio she could hear through the walls of their cheap studio apartment, Quinn looked up at the loud most likely full of curse words Spanish rattling from her girlfriend's mouth. "You ready to admit defeat?" she smirked, enjoying the dark glare Santana shot her over the frames of her glasses.
Growling, Santana dropped the plastic frame of the fake Christmas tree she had been trying to assemble. "We should burn it."
"Where?" Quinn glanced pointedly around the room, "We don't have a fireplace."
Santana groaned but squared her shoulders. "Fine. This bitch's getting done."