Anon prompt from tumblr wanted: badass/womanizer!Rachel and cheerio!Quinn. I haven't written anything in years, and it's been about that long since I've seen Glee. And I may not even be sure what a womanizer is, but I tried! Hope this strikes someone's fancy!
"Really? Sweats? I survive another excruciating day of numerous hobbit references, attempting to educate the unfortunate on the merits of Barry Manilow, and restraining myself from looking at anyone else's Cheerio's skirt, and I come home to what I thought would be my happy place with you in… sweats."
"Sweats. I'm comfortable." Quinn is lounged with her feet up on the sofa in Rachel's basement, laptop propped on her knees, two open books and a stack of papers on the floor beside her.
"Sweats." Rachel repeats, incredulously, taking the last step down through the doorway.
"Sweats," Quinn dares her with a look and continues typing. "You wore sweats the first time I came to spend the night."
Rachel bites her lip as she remembers their first sleepover, "I did," but not for very long, technically.
"Why can't I wear sweats?"
"Oh you can wear them," Rachel swaggers across the room and kneels beside Quinn, "Just not when you're waiting for me."
"Who said I was waiting? I thought you were at ballet until six. I need to finish this paper." She pulls a packet of papers out from under Rachel, which are immediately but gently removed from her hands.
"You were waiting."
Quinn tries not to look as Rachel licks her lips and softens her eyes, tries to make her wait for a response. She can't. "Why am I still waiting?"
Rachel takes the extra second to carefully extract the computer from Quinn's lap before climbing onto the couch to slowly roll her body down on the lying girl below her. Just as she cups Quinn's cheek and lowers her mouth to within a breath of those thin, sweet lips, she whispers, "Because you're wearing sweats."
As Quinn clenches her eyes shut in frustration, Rachel extracts herself in one fluid motion and hands the computer back over. She reminds her groaning cheerleader friend, "If you're staying for dinner, be upstairs in 15."
"Rach, I…"
Rachel pauses without turning around just as she ascends the first stair to remind Quinn, "Santana would never wear sweats."