Lima, Ohio
Quinn sat in the back row of glee, watching her fellow club members. Everyone was talking about their summer vacations and gossiping about Rachel's new look. The diva stood at the piano, looking over sheet music and being oblivious to everyone around her, or at least ignoring them. While no one had anything bad to say about her new clothes, they had nothing good to say about her old ones.
The blonde wondered what brought about the change in Rachel. After the whole plastic surgery debacle and resulting Lady Gaga performance, Quinn had thought Rachel would never change anything about herself, for anyone. She looked over at Finn as he banged about on the drums. He's the only person who had nothing to say about his girlfriend, probably hadn't even noticed anything was different with her.
Quinn frowned as she noticed something on Rachel's shoes. There was some kind of writing on the bottom, along the rubber sole. She stood up and walked to the diva. "Hey, Rach, where'd you get those shoes anyway?"
Rachel looked up, scared. "Did you just call me Rach?" Quinn shrugged. "Okay, um, a thrift shop in Toledo. My dads wanted to hit the outlets up there a couple weeks ago and I thought they looked cool and vintage."
"What do they say?" Quinn asked. The brunette frowned. "Did you not notice there was something written on them?"
"No." Rachel sat on the bench and brought her foot up. Quinn bent over to look at the shoes closer. "What do they say?"
"Just keep swimming. Just swimming. Just keep swimming, swimming, swimming," Quinn read. "Weird. Why would someone write that on their shoes?" Rachel took her shoe off to look at it herself. "Don't believe me?"
"It's not that." Quinn lifted a finely manicured eyebrow. "It doesn't look like the quotation is written on the shoes, but rather, embroidered. The letters are actually raised a little from the canvas. Also, don't people usually write on the plastic parts of chucks and now the fabric parts?"
"I don't write on my shoes."
"It's a weird line to have on a pair of shoes, and red ones at that. I mean, I would understand if they were blue or even orange like Nemo, but red?" Rachel murmured to herself. Quinn just shrugged. "Thank you for pointing this out Quinn," the brunette said as she pulled her shoe back on. "It certainly makes the shoes a little more interesting."
"No problem Rachel. Um, the theater is showing Double Indemnity tonight and I don't think anyone else would be interested in seeing it with me. You want to go?" Quinn asked nervously.
The diva looked up in surprise. "Oh, sure. I mean, its a school night, but I don't think my dads will say anything," she answered. "It's not like I have a ton of homework. Most of my teachers just took roll then took a nap."
Quinn chuckled. "Yea, mine too. So, I'll pick you up at, say, six? We can grab something to eat before the movie?"
"Sounds good."
"Great," Quinn said, smiling. "It's a date."