200- Gears

Quinn stared, entranced, as her girlfriend fixed her car. She knew Santana had a thing for cars, sure, but she hadn't known the girl actually knew them in practice as well as in theory. And, quite frankly, watching Santana mess around with gears and tools and get all oily was the hottest thing Quinn had ever witnessed.

"You know, it's hard to concentrate with you thinking all loud over there," Santana said from under the hood.

Quinn couldn't see her face, but she knew the younger girl was smiling. "Uh huh…" she muttered, not blinking.

Santana stood up and smirked over at her. "Are we going to have to play Tough Mechanic and Bratty Schoolgirl after I get your bitchmobile fixed?"

"Uh huh…"

She laughed and put some of the tools back. "You know, if I had known it was this easy to get you going, I would've done this years ago. I used to push my car into the freshmen lot to fix it whenever it would act up. I figured Cheerio and car junkie didn't really go together."

Quinn was silent.

"Of for fuck's sake! You're picturing me doing this in my old uniform, aren't you?"

"Uh huh…."