07) Lost
"How the fuck did we lose something in this tiny apartment?" asked Santana, scowling as she pulled open the last drawer in the bedroom, flinging clothes behind her haphazardly. "Where is it?!"
"Where's what?" asked Quinn, from where she had been watching Santana tear apart the bedroom searching for something. "What are you looking for?"
"I'm trying to find my favorite shirt," said Santana, sighing as she turned to look at her girlfriend. She took a deep breath. "It's not like we have that many clothes, why can't I find it?"
"Which one's your favorite?" asked Quinn, looking at Santana with a small smile. "Because we still have a bunch of laundry to deal with so it could be in there."
"I thought you did that yesterday," said Santana, with a frown.
"The machines are down," said Quinn, sighing. "They're apparently going to fix them today but I don't trust them… I still remember what they said about the leaky window and how long it took them to fix that."
Santana sighed as she grabbed a random shirt from the floor while saying "Fine, I guess I'll have to wear this one…" before standing up and looking at Quinn. "How long till we leave for Ray's play?"
"An hour." Quinn smiled. "Should be long enough for you to tidy this place, since you were the one who made the mess."
"Yes, mom," was her response, rolling her eyes, as she began picking up the discarded clothes.