"Kurt!" Santana exclaimed from her doorway. "Stop laughing!" He quelled his laughter into a sly smile as he continued to go through the Latina's closet. Santana huffed and slumped onto her bed dressed only in a towel. "This sucks."
"How does this suck?" He asked, pulling out a pair of back heels out of her closet and placing them to the side. "You're going on a date with Quinn Fabray."
"It's not a date." Santana mumbled, her eyes narrowing at him.
"Are you going to dinner?" He questioned, and she nodded. "Is it after 8pm?" Santana nodded again, "Did you shave your legs?"
"Fuck you." She sniped, laying back on the bed. "It's not a date. Just because you are gay, doesn't mean everyone is."
"You're gay, princess." He cooed, as he came to sit next to her on the bed. "Besides, she's hot and you're hot. It's only natural." He grabbed her hands, "Are you actually nervous?"
"Shut up." She grumbled once again, before letting him pull her up and over to do her makeup.
Santana fidgeted nervously with her scarf while she waited for Quinn. She checked her phone several times as she mumbled to herself about regretting to bring a coat. Kurt dressed her up in a simple but sexy black dress that clung to her body, with her hair down and a hunter green scarf; that she now had wrapped around her body.
"San!" She heard, causing her to abruptly turn around and lock eyes with the blonde. "Hey." Quinn exclaimed breathlessly.
"Hey." Santana smiled, trying to be nonchalant as she raked her eyes over the blondes indigo blue dress. "How are you." She asked, leaning in to the other girls embrace.
"Good!" Quinn replied, "E, was being a pain about me leaving." Santana nodded as they walked towards the hostess. "Hi. I have a reservation for two at 9?"
"What's the name?" The woman asked.
"Fabray." Quinn replied, smiling over her shoulder at the other girl as they were escorted to their table.
During the dinner they made polite small talk, catching each other up of the events they brought them to the city.
"I can't believe you were able to go to law school and raise Echo." Santana smiled, as she sipped her wine.
"I can't take all the credit." Quinn replied, "My mother helped a lot while I was in school. Once she divorced my father she really stepped up for me."
"That's great, Q."
"Mhmm." Quinn smiled, trailing her finger along the ridge of her glass. "So, Ms. Lopez. We've talked about everything else except relationships. Tell me, are you seeing anyone? Or are you still pulling the sex isn't dating thing?"
Santana smirked, "Sex isn't dating…. Unless it's really good sex." She winked, "But seriously, I'm not seeing anyone right now. I was when I was in Boston, but we ended it. What about you? Do you even have time between work and your kid?"
"They do prove a bit of a problem in the gratification sense, but I can do that mostly by my self." Quinn flirted, as she saw Santana's eyes widen. "I have a hard time meeting anyone I like, and especially here."
"I agree." Santana nodded, after she gather her wits. "But, you're totally a MILF; I'm sure every guy in the city would be dying to satisfy your needs, Q."
Quinn took a long sip of her wine, contemplating how to continue this play. She looked up pointedly and smiled.
"Maybe I don't want a guy to satisfy my needs."