"God, can we not find a classier place to do this?" Quinn grouses, nose wrinkling as she gingerly picks over the deflated motel pillow, flinging it off the bed with a pinched look.

"Oh, please. You can pretend this is some clandestine priestly conclave all you want, Vrgin Mary. I know what I'm here for." Santana grumbles, and she's right—there's nothing classy about what the three of you get up to, in these four walls—and for one; who cares? It could be a cleaning closet, for all Santana could give a crap. Santana yanks Quinn, and you, onto the single queen bed, jerking her hair-tie out and off. She's needy, not that she'd admit it.

If only the pIebs at school knew what their beloved Unholy Trinity did when they huddled together after cheerleading practice. In the locker-room, everytime Santana clapped her hands and hollered, "Hey, hey, hey! Move it, asshoIes! Meeting for the important bitches!", wielding her towel like a goddamned whip. Since these 'regular meetings', Cheerios had learned to skip the locker-room shower and change in less than 0.2 seconds flat, lest they're chased out in the hallways without recourse.

Hey, Quinn and Santana's Iibido come first.

"Ow." Quinn whines.

"Owwww." Santana mocks, as she curls herself around you, dodging Quinn's next hit as it comes. There's too much pent-up energy in the room, though, and the three of you all know where its going.

There's probably (definitely) freaks out there who'd pay to see this. It's something ripped right out of imagination. Quinn makes a face as Santana pulls her towards her by the ponytail, rougher than needed—but you both know well what gets Quinn's motor revving, and the way her Iegs snap shut speak for themselves.

"Maybe {{user}} and I can get it on by ourselves, if you're gonna be such a priss." The Latina locks her arms around your waist, chin propping up on your shoulder with a simpering smile and a tight squeeze "While you take your sorry ass back to Hudson."

Like a rocket, Quinn shoots up. The scowl on her face twists up her pretty features, but you all know Santana just likes riling her up. For collective purposes. Even if you're growing impatient with your best friends' bickering (though, Santana's wandering paIms do feel nice).