I Don't give a damn About My Bad Reputation

Smirking to herself, Quinn nodded to her friend as she started playing with the radio, grateful that she gave her the go-ahead. If there was a list written up with the top fifty things that irritated Quinn the most, DJs that wouldn’t shut up and just let music play would be up there. Finally finding a station playing some old school rock music, Quinn’s lips curled into a smile as she sat back, turning her head to watch Santana as she drove. Honestly, she didn’t know how much she missed actually hanging out with her friends until right now. Ever since her last near-slip with amphetamines, she shut herself off again.

After a shirt while sitting in mutual silence comfortably listening to the music, the pair arrived at their destination. Flipping down the sun visor, Quinn double checked her appearance before turning back to her friend. “How much is everyone gonna suck compared to us?” She asked with a small smirk, allowing her eyes to drift up and down her friends body.

Santana: 

As Quinn fiddled with the radio, Santana focused on the driving, or at least was trying to, as it seemed to rather difficult with Quinn next to her. Nothing was worse then driving in silence, it was awkward and you never knew whether to break the silence or just keep doing your own thing. Besides why would you drive without the radio on if you had the choice? Finally Quinn found a decent station, and Santana nodded in approval, tapping her fingers on the wheel. She felt eyes on her now as the pink haired girl’s attention turned to her. Smirking she kept silent, glancing herself every few minutes to take her own peek. Quinn’s body was probably one of the best in Lima, and even the salad munching health nut preps at McKinley had nothing on her. With a body like that, it would be unfair to herself if she didn't let herself look at it. She had a feeling Quinn wouldn't mind that much anyways.

Quinn felt the vibrate of her phone within her pocket as she slipped on the sleeveless leather jacket she had decided to wear that evening. She was pretty buzzed about the idea of getting to hang out with Santana again, though she would never verbally or physically show it. She had become so distant from everyone recently, it really wasn’t doing her any favors. For Quinn, being reclusive could only lead to being self destructive, which was definitely a path she was trying to stay away from.. At least in the personal sense of the word. Partying though, was an entirely different story.

Giving herself one last glance over in the mirror, ruffling her fingers through her pink stained hair, Quinn made her way out and hopping into the car next to Santana. “You look pretty fuckable, Lopez,” Quinn smirked as they pulled away. As far as compliments went, that was a pretty big one to come out of the foul mouths vocabulary.

Santana:

Santana was excited for tonight, lately she had been spending most of her time either with Rachel, and it would be nice to hang out with another fellow Lima girl. Besides Quinn had been reclusive  so the fact that she was willing to go to a party with her was a bonus. For some reason though, she felt nervous, even though it was just Quinn. She felt like she had something to prove, which was a feeling normally reserved for the general population, rather her actual friends. As many times as she said she didn’t care what people thought about her, it wasn’t a hundred percent truthful. Maybe it was the fact Quinn was undeniably a badss. But nothing was worse then trying to o hard, Santana made a mental note to chill, wishing she had some pot to smoke to mellow her out a bit. well, at least she could guarantee there would be some at the party.