Disclaimer: Glee and characters are owned by RIB.
"I look like a boy," Quinn whined, crossing her arms across her chest and huffing in annoyance.
Rachel, outside the dressing room, rolled her eyes with a scoff. She walked back over to the door and leaned her head against the wall next to it. "Well, that was the point of the bet."
Quinn groaned and Rachel heard a thump on the other side of the door, causing her to smile involuntarily. "It was a stupid bet."
Rachel laughed. "And yet you're the one who came up with it."
There was a pause.
"Well, I didn't expect to lose," Quinn muttered under her breath.
"I heard that," Rachel replied.
Quinn scoffed.
"Anyway, Quinn. Get your cute behind out here. I want to see it in those jeans," Rachel encouraged, pushing against the wall as a smirk formed on her lips.
"But I look like a boy," Quinn groaned once more.
Rachel huffed in exasperation before rolling her eyes for a second time. "Quinn, do not make me crawl underneath the door. The floor is probably covered in nasty things that I don't even want to think about."
"You probably wouldn't even need to crawl. You could just walk on under," the blonde sassed from the other side, a snicker instantly following.
Rachel huffed indignantly before stomping her foot. "Quinn Fabray! Come out of the dressing room right this instant!"
There was silence from both sides, and Rachel crossed her arms, lips pursed as she waited. Finally she heard the lock slide and watched as the door slowly opened inward before she could see Quinn.
"Oh. My. God."
Quinn looked off to the side, her jaw clenching momentarily. She looked so stupid.
Of course, Rachel didn't think that. All Rachel could do was stare at the girl, from the tight fitting, dark grey jeans to the light greenish grey dress shirt with the sleeves rolled, the forest green tie and dark grey vest left unbuttoned. Rachel's mouth ran dry.
Clearing her throat, Rachel's eyes trailed back up to the blonde's face. "Can you turn around?" Quinn groaned before crossing her arms and slowly turning around, watching Rachel through the mirror.
Rachel's eyes instantly dropped down to below the belt, watching as the blonde's legs flexed under the fabric. She couldn't drag her eyes away, even as Quinn raised her eyebrow and cleared her throat. Even as she turned around, Rachel's gaze stayed in the same place.
"Rachel. My eyes aren't that far down." She cleared her throat again before waving her hand in front of the brunette's face.
Rachel's eyes finally lifted back up to hazel eyes and she blinked rapidly. "Sorry, Quinn. It's just—I mean, you look—"
"I look like a stupid boy, I know."
Rachel stared at her. "Actually, you look really hot. I mean, your ass in those jeans, and that shirt, and—let's just say if you wear that outside of this store, you will definitely get a little bit of sweetness from me."
Quinn blushed deeply, swallowing with difficulty.
"And look at your arms," Rachel gushed, taking her hand and lifting her arm, running her other hand across the blonde's forearm, seeing the muscles jump slightly under her fingertips. "And this tie!"
Her fingers ran up the girl's arm before running down the tie and subsequently her chest, gripping the tie about midway down before tugging her closer by it. "Baby, you look so good in this tie," Rachel purred, sharing the same breath as Quinn.
Quinn's eyes widened slightly, her face growing hotter as she watched Rachel's pupils dilate and her eyes dance across her body, mentally undressing her. She was pretty sure that if she were actually a boy, she'd be having a big problem right now. Especially since she was having a problem now.
"Sweet Jesus, Rae," Quinn whimpered, "you need to stop looking at me like that."
Rachel smirked, pulling her closer by the tie until their lips were brushing. The blonde's eyes fluttered closed, her eyebrows scrunching together momentarily, and her breath coming out in quick pants. She swallowed audibly.
"You need to buy those clothes and take me home so I can take them off of you, Charlie."
Their lips met hastily, bruisingly, passionately. When they parted, they were flush against each other, Quinn pressed against the wall and her hands gripping Rachel's sides, one of Rachel's hands twisted in the tie and the other in her hair. They both huffed out laughter, foreheads resting against each other.
"Yes, ma'am," Quinn breathed before connecting their lips again.
Read and review~ Feel free to send me some prompts. ;D