Marley/Santana/Rachel - wearing each other's clothes
It’s not like Marley’s wardrobe is too much different than Rachel’s. Santana makes fun of her for it, but thankfully, neither she nor Rachel take too much offense.
Still, the day Marley showed up at McKinley wearing one of Santana’s dresses, she hadn’t heard the last of it. “Stop,” she’d protested, doing her best to ignore Kitty and Unique’s comments, basically biding her time until she could go home and Skype her girlfriends, “It was an accident, okay?”
“Accident,” Santana snorted later that day, too busy leering and giving Marley bedroom eyes to truly listen to her, “More like showing your true hotness, damn, honey!”
Marley pinked. “I miss you too, Santana.”
"Just as much as I miss you both," Rachel sighed, smiling at her, then moving her eyes to the small square Santana took up on her screen, "So when am I going to get my hands on one of your dresses?”
Santana laughed. “Just as soon as you admit my style’s hot as shit and you’s want in on it.” Plush lips smirking, she reached forward, fingers brushing against the webcam. “Have I told you guys how hot it is when you emulate me?”
"No, but you don’t really have to." Rachel shook her head. She grinned. "You’re going to continue lying that you don’t have one of my sweaters hidden in your dorm room, aren’t you? And you, Marley,” Rachel looked at her again, “You too, hmm?”
"Hey, I like your reindeer sweater!” Laughing, beaming, Marley shook her head, “Not going to give it up!”
“Good,” Santana cut in, “Make it yours, baby! Keep it away from Rache!”
Shaking her head again, Rachel smirked. “You’re only saying that because you have my Scottish Terrier sweater.”
Santana hissed. She clucked her tongue, sniffing, “I plead the fifth.”
Enjoying the faux-argument going on in front of her, Marley still butted in when both of her girlfriends slowed down, “Hey, what do you two have of mine?” She smiled, biting her lower lip, “I mean, you have articles of my clothing, right?”
Rachel and Santana looked at her, Rachel’s turn to have pink growing on her cheeks. “I, uhm,” she cleared her throat, looking down before meeting Marley’s eyes again, “I have one of your sweatshirts. I even wore it yesterday.”
"And I,” Santana drawled, smiling beatifically, cheeks dimpling, “Stole one of your skirts.”
"You did?” Marley laughed, too happy to even pretend to be upset, “Oh, Santana…”
"Yeah, yeah." Waving her hand in the air, Santana grinned. "A week until we see each other, right?"
Rachel smiled, eyes glittering. “A week.”
Sitting back in her chair, Marley nodded, smiling shyly as she idly adjusted the hem of Santana’s dress along her thighs. “A week,” she agreed, “Though too long, hmm, that is.”