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"Ouch! Fuck S, it's 3am!" Quinn exclaimed, holding her head where she had been hit by the cushion projectile. She squinted through the bright light, looking over to Santana who was swiftly dressing herself in her jeans and dark leather jacket. She was holding a chunky duffel in her hands, which she swung to her shoulder with a little hiss at the weight. Quinn eyed the bag sceptically, pursing her lips slightly and wrinkling her nose.
"Up now Q, we're gonna go have some fun..." Santana smirked, shifting the bag from one shoulder to the other, sitting down on the end of the bed to pull on her combat boots. Quinn groaned, kicking the latina gently and burying her face back into the pillow with a disgruntled huff. Santana growled, turning around at the kick and grabbing the quilt covering the blonde. She roughly tugged it away, along with the soft cotton sheet. She snorted at the comfy looking blue pyjama shorts the blonde was sporting, the little rain clouds covering them all with a little smiles on their faces.
"Cute ass shorts Quinny, but we're gonna be late for all the fun." She said as she threw a pile of assorted clothes at the back of Quinn's head. "And Snix ain't gonna be late for her own partay..." She growled as she wrapped her hands around Quinn's still unmoving feet and yanked hard, tugging her face away from the pillow and making her tumble to the floor with a loud thud and string of curses from her lips.
"Santana Marie fuckin' Lopez, what the fuck are you doing!? Can you not tell by me NOT WANTING TO MOVE that I may be a little bit tired?!" Quinn complained from the floor, not caring about her use of curses as she climbed to her feet and threw the pile of clothes down on the bed in anger. Santana frowned and crossed her arms, biting down on her lip thoughtfully before dropping the bag and walking towards Quinn with her hands buried deep in her pockets.
"You know me Q, you know how I need to handle this... It's kinda like that time I gave Mono to Finn so I could prove you was fuckin' around with Finnderella on poor lil' Guppy face." Santana wrung her hands together, just catching Quinn's eyebrow shooting up as she processed the information. Oh shit.. Did she not already know that? Santana thought, suddenly her eyes going wide. "I mean umm... I..." She stuttered.
"You did WHAT?!" Quinn shouted, her eyes opening so wide the whites were visible. Oopsies... Santana internally groaned, visualizing what it would be like to bury her face in the sand like an ostrich right now. "I'm going to KILL YOU!" Quinn shrieked, lunging over the bed seperating them to swipe at the smaller girl. Santana screamed and sprinted out of the way and out the bedroom door. Quinn could still hear her screams as she chased her down the staircase, finally catching up and tackling the latina to the floor, letting them roll around wrestling for a while, their screams quickly turning into squeals of laughter. She smiled as they finally bumped against the edge of the couch, fits of giggles wracking both girls to the point of immobility. They lay on the ground, side by side, Santana's long dark hair tangling with the shorter sandy gold of Quinn's mane between them. Even after their breathing calmed and their laughs turned to occasional chuckles, they remained where they were, simply looking up at the slowly oscillating ceiling fan as though it had hypnotic powers.
After a while, Santana moved to lay on her side facing Quinn, her head propped up on her hand to allow her to look down at the gentle features of her new favourite blonde. "Do you trust me Q?" She asked seriously, a small sincere smile on her lips as though she already knew the answer, Quinn assuming she did.
"Of course I trust you..." Quinn smiled, tilting her head to look at Santana's face. "Why would I not?" She asked. "I don't remember one time you've told a lie to my face, even if the truth would hurt me. You know that even though the truth can hurt, it hurts less than lies... Its something I can learn off you..." She murmured in a rare heartfelt moment, before her face moved back into the sort of scowl. "But why the hell did you have to give me Mono?!" She whined, thumping her head back onto the carpet with an unhappy pout.
"Hey, if you hadn't been all up on Trouty's mouth and Franken's teeny weenie, you never would have gotten it. Live and learn Fabray..." Santana laughed, earning a gagging noise from Quinn and a harsh slap to the arm. "Hey, I speak the truth!" She defended, but that just earned her another slap and Quinn flipping her the bird as she stood up from the floor and pulled the latina up with her. "Now, go get dressed. We got things to do, and we still need to find your Snix..."
Quinn raised her eyebrows again. "My Snix?" She asked skeptically. Santana grabbed Quinn's wrist and dragged her upstairs, shoving her to sit down on the bed and plopped the clothing back in her lap.
"Yes. You're Snix. The girl inside you that'll go all Lima Heights on anyone who messes with your friends or loved ones. I know she exists, I have the scars to prove it." Santana yanked the dark hoodie over Quinn's head before any argument could be made. Quinn groaned and pouted her lips, her hair poofing up and in every direction.
"Seriously San?" She monotoned, her face portraying her "I Am Not Amused" expression. She stood and gave Santana a small shove away, stripping off her shorts and tugging on the dark leggings. "Whatever. Anyway, where we going?" She asked as she run her hands through her untamed hair without really caring where it fell. What she was totally oblivious to was the slight blush rising on the dark skin of the girls' face. Don't look... Don't look... Wait, huh?! She internalized, averting her eyes before furrowing her eyebrows, confused by the thought altogether. They had seen each others bodies more times than she could count, but for some reason Santana had this blush exploding over her cheeks. She shook her head slightly, pushing the thought to the back of her mind for further examination at a later date, and returned her gaze to the blonde girl.
"Out..." Santana smirked, picking up the chunky duffel bag again and swinging on her heel to strut out the door, expecting Quinn to follow. The blonde sighed, grabbing her black vans and jogging out the door to catch up with the vague girl.
AN: Yes, I know this is short and relatively uninteresting. It's a filler in preparation for the next chapter, in which they reveal the contains of Santana's mysterious rucksack. MWAHAHAHA. Feel free to review with your speculations. xx
ALSO! I WANT TO SAY A GIGANTIC THANK YOU TO MY BEAUTIFUL GIRLFRIEND FOR HELPING ME WITH THIS CHAPTER. BABY GIRL, I LOVE YOU WITH ALL MY HEART AND I CAN'T IMAGINE MY LIFE WITHOUT YOU. xoxoxoxo