Dizziness May Occur

"You taught Rachel "Gun Control" Berry how to shoot a pistol?" Santana said, laughing so hard she dropped her phone. Twice.

"She needed to be comfortable with guns," Quinn said defensively.

"This is Berry we're talking about," Santana said, after getting her laughter under control. "So, must be for a role."

"Yes."

"Pictures?" Santana asked.

"Possibly," Quinn said.

"Well?"

"Well what?" Quinn asked.

"What's she trying out for?"

"I don't think I'll tell you now," Quinn said.

"Bitch!" Santana muttered.

"Been there, got the T-shirt," Quinn said.

"You're going to make me beg, aren't you," Santana said.

"No, that's Brittany's job," Quinn said.

"Clever," she said, using her 'You better not be making fun of Brit' voice. "But you know you're going to tell me anyway."

"Really?"

"You called me," Santana said. "So give."

"City Guns," Quinn said.

"I don't believe it,"Santana said. "What's she trying out for - second cop from the left at a crime scene?"

"No, she said it was villain of the week," Quinn said. "And, no, she hasn't gotten it yet so I can't tell you when it's on."

"Huh," Santana said. "Badass Berry."

"You can't tell anyone," Quinn said.

"Me? I'm not Hummel."

"Are you sure you don't want to come with us?" Rachel asked, poking her head into the living room.

"No, I think I'll have an early night," Quinn said. "Go have fun."

"Yes, ma'am!" Rachel said, saluting her and giggling.

"Rachel!" Kurt yelled from the door."

"Oops. Gotta go," she said, waving at Quinn before leaving.

Quinn gave them five minutes before pulling up Skype on her iPad, hoping she'd catch Santana in her office.

"Hey Luce," Santana said. "Wassup Doc?"

"San!" Quinn said, grumbling at the greeting.

"It's not Brit's birthday, so what's got your bunny ass in a twist?" Santana asked.

"I can call for other reasons," Quinn protested.

"So says you. Well?"

"This!" Quinn said, dropping a link to the Lucy Cue blog post in the chat box.

"Pregnant girlfriend? You're just full of unexplored depths Fabray," Santana said.

"Not that," Quinn said. "That was Tina."

"Stutters is pregnant?"

"Not the point," Quinn said. "Kurt wants to meet Lucy!"

"And?" Santana asked.

"I don't like it!"

"And who told you keeping your bunny ears a secret from all the Gleeks was impossible?" Santana asked.

"You," Quinn muttered.

"I didn't hear that," Santana said, smirking.

"You!" Quinn shouted.