Author's Note: Another idea that wouldn't leave me. Warning before you read, Rachel Berry has been genderswapped and is actually Raylan Berry. I apologize for all errors in my writing.
Quinn Fabray was merely exchanging her binders for ones that she needed in the near future when she heard multiple splashes. She immediately turned her head to search for the source, only to find the entire football team, with Karofsky as the leader as usual, tossing several slushies at a cowering Raylan Berry.
"Stop," Raylan ordered softly.
Quinn cringed when Karofsky slugged his face after the slushie shower was finished. "Shut up, homo."
Raylan gripped his cheek tightly, "I've told you several times, I'm not a homosexual!"
"Bull," Karofsky muttered, throwing out his fist again. Thankfully this time, Raylan managed to duck and dodged the punch. The brunette singer then start scurrying towards the men's restroom. "That's right, you better run, you faggot."
The oaf began walking and slid almost immediately on the slushie remains. Quinn bit on her lip to keep from combusting into laughter. Before his face could meet the stained floor, his friends caught him as they tried to hold in their laughter as well. A few moments later, they all disappeared down the hall, away from the men's restroom.
Quinn stuffed the binders back into her locker, and tore out her cloth she always had, in case she would ever be slushied again. She waited until the bell rung and the hallway had no occupants, before she sprinted down the hallway and bursting into the men's bathroom.
Raylan Berry was staring into the mirror, one hand clenched on the side of the sink, while the other held a wet paper towel. He was gently dabbing at his left cheek, which was a bright scarlet.
Quinn immediately rushed to him, and he turned to her in astonishment. "Q-Quinn, what do you think you're doing? This is absurd! You don't belong here, the women's restroom is the one next door. And-"
Quinn turned on the sink, and ran her cloth under it to wet it. "I'm aware, Raylan." She spun to meet him, and brushed the cloth over his purple slushie stained cheeks, wiping away the icy liquid.
"Why are you helping me?" Raylan asked after a moment, his chocolate eyes locking with Quinn's hazel ones.
"After being slushied for the first time in my life last year, I've finally realized how horrible it feels. And during that time, I had to clean myself up all by myself, and it was fairly difficult, I have to admit. And you always clean yourself up by yourself, so I thought I'd help for once," Quinn informed. "Especially after everything I've done to you."
"But I'm Raylan Berry," the brunette whispered.
"I know," Quinn giggled. She ran the cloth down his soaked arms lightly. Her eyes connected with his wound, and she asked, "Does it hurt?"
"No, not at all," Raylan lied.
Quinn placed a hand on his cheek, trailing her thumb on the gash. Raylan immediately winced. "S-Sorry," Quinn apologized.
Their eyes connected again, and Quinn finally realized how gorgeous he actually was, despite his taste in clothing. His hair was almost perfectly combed, his lips looked soft and plump. His irises were absolutely mesmerizing, and his nose fit his face perfectly.
She automatically caressed his cheek gingerly as she pulled him closer to her, and brushed her lips lightly against his.
Author's Note: This may or may not continue with a sequel or two. Review!