It's Hot and It's Cold

One-Shot

Quinn Fabray stood sipping her ice cold slushy whilst leaning against her locker. She was watching and waiting for one Rachel Berry to come out of the girl's restroom; she had just been sloshed with a lime slushy by an idiot jock and was cleaning up.

Quinn had made a habit of watching Rachel whenever an opportunity cam her way, without being completely obvious of course.

She had only recently started to notice things about Rachel that she hadn't before. Well she had noticed these things before, but then they had been a cause of annoyance, but after her pregnancy she found that Rachel was actually quite attractive.

It had taken Rachel a whole four minutes to clean herself up and change into her spare clothes that she keeps in her locker for these frequent unfortunate attacks. Quinn smiled as Rachel swung open the restroom door with her usual flare, she watched closely as the diva took in a deep breath before placing a camera worthy smile on her fresh face.

Even though Quinn's main focus was solely on Rachel, she was quick to note that Jacob 'Afro Jew' Israel was quickly approaching her current interest at a rapidly increasing speed. Taking her eyes off the brunette for a moment, Quinn took in every detail of the perverted little gossip.

From his fiery fro to his porky stomach to his tacky fake suede slip on flats. What caught her attention immediately was the sick grin and the perverted plotting glint in his eyes. After that it was the Starbucks logoed coffee cup in his hands.

"He wouldn't dare!" Quinn hissed angrily. Then again Jacob always tried something when one Rachel Berry was wearing such a tempting low cut 'white' shirt. Quinn herself may even be tempted to throw some water on the brunette, though she would think of simply asking first, or not, but still there was a big difference between herself and Jacob. At least Quinn was interested in more than the girl's boobs and what lies beneath her panties.

Thinking quickly the blonde ex-cheerleader moved as quickly as she could to intercept the creep from reaching 'her' Rachel.

She had been only a second away when the smirk Jacob threw his coffee at Rachel dying her shirt a creamy brown colour. Rachel was mid-gasp when Quinn's grape slushy covered her already soaking shirt.

Before Jacob got an eyeful that his perverted mind would preserve for years to come, Quinn was already covering Rachel's chest with her navy cardigan and ushered her backwards into the girl's restroom, the same one from which Rachel had just come from.

"I'm sorry Rachel. I didn't want you to get burnt." Quinn apologised looking a little nervous.

"Well as much as I appreciate your effort and concern. It really wasn't necessary, Jacob only drinks iced coffee. He has drenched my shirts before with coffee, always in a hopeful attempt of having me remove my shirt in his presence, though he should really find something better to do with his time than harass me." Rachel sighed as she moved towards the mirror, which meant she moved away from Quinn's cardigan that was covering her now see though shirt and bra.

Dropping her cardigan Quinn's arms flopped to her side. Her eyes gawked at Rachel through the mirror; the brunette seemed comfortable as she slowly unbuttoned her shirt.

"I know we aren't the best of friends quite yet Quinn, but would you be so kind as to let me borrow your cardigan for today? I'll have it back to you tomorrow, I'll also have it dry cleaned if you prefer it." Rachel asked looking back at a blushing Quinn through the mirror. She nearly laughed as she watched Quinn shake her head vigorously, her eyes staring blatantly at the brunette's bra clad chest. If she had any doubts before they were gone from her mind now.

"As flattering as your attention is Quinn, I'm going to need that top." Rachel said, raising her brow at the distracted blonde.

Not realising what she was doing Quinn began to pull her own shirt over her head to hand over the soaked brunette. Rachel stood stunned as Quinn revealed more and more of that temptingly smooth skin. Now that wasn't what she was expecting.

"Q-Quinn I think we have a misunderstanding, I want to borrow your cardigan, not the shirt off of your back." Rachel swallowed. It was easier to hold her desires back when the ex-cheerleader was fully covered; the blonde being topless was a lot more difficult than usual. Rachel had a feeling that unrequited love would always torture her.

Snapping out of her breast induced daze Quinn blushed a deep red, the tips of her ears being the brightest. She fumbled with her shirt and cardigan, finally throwing her cardigan in Rachel's direction. In the same moment she pulled her shirt back over her head, covering her own chest.

"Yes I knew that I was just...umm hot, yeah well you seem okay, so I'm just going to get going. See you in Glee practice." Quinn stumbled in her quick escaped of the girls' restroom. Once she was in the safest of the open hallway, she lent her over heating forehead against the cold steel door frame of the restroom.

That moment was most definitely one of the most embarrassing moments of her life. Well that was only her first strike she still had two more chances of wooing one Rachel Berry before she struck out. She'd convinced herself that she'd be more prepared the next time around.