A/N: I don't own Glee. *Sad Sigh*
Today's Theme! Free Day! Setting: Quinn's POV, small banter while Quinn is trying to sleep. fluffy
Please rate and review, mistakes are mine, ideas are welcome!
P.S. This was the last day of Quinntana week! It's been fun! Thanks, guys!
~Kay :)
"Quinn." Santana whisper yells in my ear as she pokes me in my side. I grunt something and roll over.
"Quinn!" She pokes me again.
"Sleeping." I sigh and go back into my slumber.
"Quinn!" She kicks me wither cold feet.
"WHAT?!" I yell and sit up and turn the lamp on, blinking a few times.
She blinks at me and a weird look crosses her face.
"Well? What did you wake me up for?!"
"You farted."
"You woke me up because I farted?" I ask incredulously.
"It was loud and it scared me." She says haughty.
"I wouldn't have farted if you didn't cook tonight." I say as I turn over, cut the light off, and fluff my pillow to snuggle into it. She gasps and rolls over to turn the light back on. I let out a heavy sigh and turn to face her.
Her mouth is open and she looks positively insulted. Good.
"You think my cooking make you fart?"
"I'm saying if I haven't farted like that before I ate your cooking, it's probably not my fault."
"Are you saying I can't cook?"
"I'm not saying you can." I say before I give her a quick peck, flip my pillow, and cut off the light. She stays silent for a minute and just as I go back to sleep she slaps me with a pillow.
"What the hell, Quinn? You can't say shit like that and go back to sleep!" she hisses.
"Ouch! What the fuck do you want me to say, San? I'm trying to go to sleep." I grumble. She pokes me in the stomach.
"Do you think I need a new recipe?" she asks in a whisper.
"Why are you whispering? It's just us."
"Because, now answer my question!" She says, still whispering.
"I think you should just not try to cook chilly and let me go to sleep." I kiss her and cut the light off once again. I kiss her shoulder as I snuggle into her. "I love you. Goodnight."
"Okay. I love you too, Q. Night."