"Rachel," Brittany trotted up next to her as they walked down the hallway at school, "Why do you have a plate of bacon?"
Rachel glanced down at the bacon laying across the plate in her hand, "It's not bacon. It's Quinn bait."
"It doesn't really look like real bacon," Brittany stopped at her locker and Rachel stopped with her. Brittany started looking around her locker for something she wasn't even sure she remembered. "Do you have a pencil I could borrow? I have a test next period."
Rachel moved the plate to one hand so she could dig in her messenger bag with her free hand, "Well, it's soy bacon, but it's tastes just like the real thing."
When she retrieved the pencil and handed it to Brittany, out of the corner of her eye she could see that the plate was empty. She looked around the hallway with a furrowed eyebrow before slipping the plate into her bag.
She walked to her class with a thoughtful look on her face until she felt herself being pulled into the janitor's closet. The door shut behind her and she found herself pinned to the wall in the dark.
There was a breathy growl in her ear, "That wasn't real bacon."
Rachel grinned into the dark and wrapped her arms around Quinn's neck kissing the girl on the lips, tasting the soy bacon on her mouth. She pulled away, feeling Quinn's possessive hands on her hips. Rachel answered, "I have real bacon at home."
"C'mon," Quinn took her hand and pulled her out of the closet, into the hallway and out to her car.
Rachel donned a wicked smile as she drove Quinn back to her house. Quinn bait worked every time.