Satan Says
Feb. 4th, 2012 02:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
griefofdawnPairing/Character:Brittany, Quinn, Santana
When/Where: AU.
Word Count: 200 (Double Drabble ) ( 57 of 100 )
"When are you coming to Vegas next?" Santana asked.
"Didn't know I was invited," Quinn said.
"Any time you get tired of being a pressed lemon," Santana said, "Britts and I can set you up. Some of the best skittles in Vegas pass through here."
"We've had this talk," Quinn said. "I'm not gay."
"That's not what Britt says," Santana said. "And who knows you better? My Britt or you?"
Quinn shook her head, knowing it was a battle she wouldn't win. "Some of us work for a living and can't take off to Vegas on a whim."
"Lame," Santana said. "You need better material, chica. Even Berry can do better than that."
"I'm doing just fine, thanks." Quinn said.
"Does Berry know about your little bunny fest?" Santana asked.
"Yes," Quinn said. "One of her fans saw us together and told her."
"I bet it made her hot!" Santana said.
"She's not gay either, San," Quinn said, knowing better than to mention Rachel's thoughts on the subject.
Before Santana could respond, a pair of arms wrapped themselves around her and a head appeared on her shoulder on Quinn's screen.
"Hey Q'bear!" Brittany said, smiling broadly.
"Hey Britt," Quinn said.