Quinn rummaged for her Spanish books before closing her locker door, the ranting of the Latina next to her becoming background noise in comparison to the familiar tap of the Mary Jane's that belonged to Rachel Berry.
She straightened her uniform, quickly sweeping a stray golden trestle from her face before turning towards the petite brunette.
"Hey Quinn, are we still on for later?" the deep brown orbs seeming to pour into Quinn's as she fiddled with the hem of her skirt, avoiding eye contact with the taller girl out of second nature.
"Yeah Rach meet me here after last period, I'll give you a ride back to mine. Are you okay?" Quinn tried to avoid the slight blush that spread over her face as she stumbled over her words.
"Yeah I'm great Quinn, I gotta go Finn's waiting for me but I'll see you later."
Quinn politely waved as the brunette quickly made a beeline towards her boyfriend Finn at the end of the corridor who seemed to be giving her the death glare.
Quinn leaned her head against the cool metal of her locker door as she mentally cursed herself for being so unsmooth with the petite girl, "Every single time, gah."
The familiar background noise of the Latina tuned back into focus as Santana closed her own locker door, removing the barrier between them.
"Quinn, when are you going to admit that you're in love with Berry?" she tilted her head to one side slightly as her hand slipped into the taller blondes who stood behind her.
"Quinn, even Lord Tubbington said your Sapphic desires are so obvious that even Ray Charles could see how hard you're crushing on Rachel, actually wait that might have been Santana who said that, San who is Ray Charles?" Brittany looked to the Latina for reassurance.
Quinn's eyebrows burrowed slightly as she gave a sharp look to the smaller of the duo, "I don't have a crush on Berry, were not like you, she's with Finn and I'm-"
She paused for an uncomfortable second as she tried to think of a reasonable explanation. "I'm focusing on my education, were just friends, super close friends, who make out sometimes. But you guys know it's not cheating because the plumbing's different."
Santana threw the blonde a sceptical look "so your little crush on Berry has nothing to do with why you launched a garbage can at Finn Hudson in Glee practice?"
Quinn looked towards the floor as her eyes moved from the Latina to Finn who stood at the end of the corridor, Rachel stood complacently at his side.
"he doesn't treat her right, I can't place it, you remember how loud and annoying she used to be – she doesn't even look like the same person. She deserves the world, not the Lima loser."
Brittany smiled at the other blonde's frank conviction before Santana waded into the nice moment, guns blazing "Quinn you so love her. Like Mickey and Mallory Knox love her. I'm sure there's a Red Indian somewhere currently prophesizing your star crossed fate in a smoky tent"
Quinn locked gaze with the small Latina, challenging her to continue with the jibes. "You know what; screw you guys I'm going to calculus. Cut it with the Rachel shit, I don't love her, I guess I just think she deserves better than Finnocence McManboobs."
Quinn walked down the hallway, passing Finn and Rachel as she purposely avoided eye contact with the both of them.
"Quinn, don't worry about giving Rachel a ride, I'll drop her off." Quinn turned her gaze to meet Finn's, his eyes and expression not giving anything away.
"Sure whatever, what time are you coming over Rach?" she looked on at the brunette waiting expectantly for a reply.
Rachel shuffled her feet slightly, picking her cuticle before becoming aware of Finn's gaze burning into her. "I-I-I don't really know Q, probably half four?"
She looked up towards the taller boy as he nodded his head in agreement before wrapping his hand around hers, "me and Rachel are going to class now, I'll drop her off around half four."
Quinn raised her hand in a silent goodbye to the pair, her gaze on them lingering slightly as she cocked her head, noticing Finn pulling Rachel by the wrist down the corridor, almost dragging her.