Quinn was most definitely confused. She had attempted to pursue Santana, and now she was the one being taken out on a date. Wasn’t that her job as wooer, but according to the helpful Miss Potts and a few words from Tony it seemed that to be the wooer sometimes meant you had to be wooed. That idea Quinn was not going to complain about anytime soon. Honestly she didn’t even know where they were going. Quinn had entrusted Tony and Miss Potts, more Miss Potts… to choose her something ravishing.
Heading out of her room to meet Santana she hoped her outfit would do. It was a short dress a not too far above her knees and what seemed to be becoming her trademark, a deep v down the front. “I am ready Lady Santana, where are we going?” Quinn asked trying to sate her curiosity. Wrapping one arm around the agent’s waist and kissing her cheek, not sure if it was appropriate on a first date, but she was Asgardian, she could make new tradition. “Have you spied on the place we are going?” Quinn questioned slightly amused as to all the preparations Santana seemed to have wanted to make.