"Uh huh. And how many songs have you already made?" She turned over, staring up at the blushing cheeks.
"Only four..."
"Solos you mean." The colour got darker. "How many group numbers?"
Rachel looked up and away to hide her face. "Easily twice that."
Quinn grinned, pulling herself upright. "Well let's see 'em. I'm sure there's a few that can be combined into a whole song easily."
She handed over the music notebook, worrying her bottom lip with her teeth as Quinn poured over the verses she'd made.
"Stop biting before you split your lip. Cute though it may be."