wasted_writer
Oneshot :)
"I saw Quinn with Jackson this time," Brittany spoke deadpan as ever.
Santana froze, mid-eyeliner. "Jackson? Wasn't she with that nerdy kid last week?"
Brittany shrugged, "Jackson gave her a fifty."
Santana slowly capped her eyeliner. "Didn't the nerd give her a hundred?"
Brittany nodded letting go of her jacket. Santana closed her locker and looked down. Brittany who was now holding her hand.
"Britt.. is Quinn a paid" She looked around before whispering the last part. "Hoe?"
"Quinn is a prostitute."
"Britt-!" Santana slapped a hand over her mouth, eyes darting down the hallway. "You can't just say that!"
"Why not? You said she was a paid hoe."
Rachel heard everything.