A/N: Day 7! Quinn and Rachel dress up as characters from Wicked for Halloween.
Day 7: Halloween
"I know what we're gonna be for Halloween this year!"
Quinn smiles at the excitement in her girlfriend's voice. She stares at Rachel's face on her computer screen, glad they had time to facetime today, but sad that she couldn't be with her. It was always like this, though. This is their second year of doing the long distance thing, and she hates not getting to see her girlfriend every day, but it's worth it. Rachel is worth it.
"Oh, do you?" Quinn teases. By the tone in Rachel's voice, she knows her mind is already made up, and there's no way Quinn could convince her to change her mind. (Not that she would ever dream of it, but in theory, of course.)
Last year, at Rachel's request (read: insistence), they had gone as Marius and Cosette from Les Misérables. Quinn hadn't minded, mostly because she was still on a high from the fact that she was actually dating Rachel Berry after all these years and because Les Mis is one of her favorite books. But, this year, Quinn knows Rachel has something clever up her sleeve if the mischievous grin on her face is any indication.
"I do, indeed. Would you like to hear my brilliant idea?" Rachel asks.
Quinn sighs. "Does it involve me dressing up as a man again?"
Rachel frowns. "Well, no. Not this year, at least. Or next year, actually."
"This year?" Quinn says, "Does this mean you have our costumes picked out for the next several years?"
It doesn't surprise Quinn in the slightest that Rachel just smiles a guilty little smile and diverts, saying, "Do you want to know, or do you just want to be surprised when you come visit in two weeks?"
That is the last thing she wants, so Quinn replies, "I would love to know, baby."
"This year for Halloween, we are going to be, drumroll please," Rachel pauses, and Quinn rolls her eyes at her girlfriend's antics but still taps lightly on her thighs to create a drumroll. Rachel grins and announces, "Elphaba and Glinda!"
Quinn stops tapping. She looks at Rachel's over-the-moon expression on her screen, and she knows they're doing this, no matter what Quinn has to say about it. She can't even make the argument that they weren't actually a couple because the subtext was off the charts. At least it's from another show based on a book, one Quinn has read at Rachel's insistence, and at least Quinn doesn't have to dress up as a man again. She'll count her blessings.
"I can't wait, baby."
A week later, Quinn receives a very ominous text from Rachel.
It reads, MAC Chromacake Landscape Green.
What this means, Quinn has no idea, but the follow-up message she receives shortly thereafter gives her a little bit of a hint.
For Halloween.
Fifteen minutes later, she's arriving at the MAC Cosmetics in Milford, Connecticut to purchase the makeup. She walks in, and she's taken aback by the modernity and sleekness of the building. Quinn knows instantly that she won't be able to find a damn thing in this store by herself, so, begrudgingly, she approaches one of the workers.
"Hi," She says, "I'm looking for the, uh, Chromacake?"
She hates how uncertain she sounds, but she really wants to get in and out rather than spending the next hour roaming around the store like an idiot. Luckily, the employee just silently leads her to the correct section of the store, and Quinn mutters her thanks as her eyes scan the selection of colors before her, looking for the correct one.
The bright green sticks out like a sore thumb. Quinn reads the label, Landscape Green, and grabs it from the shelf to check the price. The small container is nearly thirty dollars, and Quinn groans at the idea of spending this much money on a product to turn her girlfriend green for a Halloween costume.
Still, she goes to check out, and the cashier scans the container and asks, "This for a costume?" Quinn raises an eyebrow, and the cashier explains, "Every now and then, someone comes in looking for this exact product for some sort of witch costume?"
Quinn just laughs and says, "Yeah, something like that."
She pays for the makeup and leaves the store, bag in hand. She didn't quite buy all the makeup that MAC can make, but she did buy one product that will certainly turn her girlfriend into who she so desperately desires to be.
(Quinn would say that it would turn her from pretty to unpretty, but she knows, even with all of this green makeup on, Rachel will still be gorgeous.)
One more week later, Quinn is in New York with Rachel. It's a Friday, it's Halloween, and Quinn is currently turning her girlfriend into the Wicked Witch of the West.
What a life she's living.
"How do I look?" Rachel asks after five minutes of Quinn applying the green makeup to her hands and upper chest.
"You look…" Quinn trails off, trying to decide on the right word, landing on, "Green."
"Like a froggy, ferny cabbage?" Rachel says.
"What?"
"It's a lyric from–Nevermind. It looks good, though?"
Quinn smiles. "Yeah, Rach, you look positively wicked."
Rachel shakes her head in amusement as Quinn finishes up the makeup on her chest and moves up to her neck. There's a lot of moments in Quinn's life when she remembers that she's actually dating Rachel Berry; this is certainly one of those moments. Applying green makeup to Rachel's neck, Quinn laughs at the idea of telling her younger self, who longed to date Rachel for years before it actually happened, that this was a part of the Dating Rachel Berry package.
Though she knows her former self wouldn't mind the idea in the slightest.
She finishes her neck and begins applying the green makeup to Rachel's face, eliciting an excited squeal from her girlfriend. Quinn knows this is fulfilling so many of Rachel's dreams right now, and she only hopes that she can do it justice. Although, by the elated look on Rachel's face, Quinn's sure that Rachel will be overjoyed no matter what the outcome.
And she's right. When Quinn is completely done, Rachel takes one look at herself in the mirror and nearly screams with excitement. She tackles Quinn in a hug, and Quinn hugs her back, hoping that none of her work from the past thirty minutes gets ruined. Luckily, the makeup stays perfectly intact, and Quinn excuses herself to go curl her hair and do her own makeup.
Forty minutes later, Quinn walks back into Rachel's bedroom to find her girlfriend fully adorned in the long, black dress, black tights and boots, and black witch hat atop her head. Her hair falls around her shoulders, she has a massive grin on her face, and Quinn thinks she's the cutest little green witch she's ever seen.
"What do you think?" Rachel asks, spinning around in all of her green glory.
"I think we need to have a celebration throughout Oz that's all to do with you." Quinn recites.
"I love you and the fact that you know those lyrics." Rachel grins and steps forward to kiss Quinn.
Quinn kisses her briefly, as not to ruin her makeup, and puts on the blue dress that was laying across the bed. It's oddly reminiscent of her junior year prom dress, the color and the way it fans out around her waist. When she picks up the tiara laying on the bed, Quinn feels like she's seen it somewhere before. Then, she realizes.
"Rachel?" Quinn says, and Rachel spins around to look at her. "Is this your tiara from when you won Prom Queen?"
"You mean when you gave me Prom Queen?" Rachel corrects her, "And, yes, it is. I thought it would be a nice relic from our past."
"How did you even find this?" Quinn says, stunned.
Rachel looks down guiltily. "I… may have made my dads search the house for it and then had them mail it to me."
Quinn can't believe her girlfriend's antics. Actually, she can, but it's amusing nonetheless. She puts the tiara on her head, fixes her hair in the mirror, and turns to Rachel.
Rachel grins. "You make such a good Glinda, baby. You know, this reminds me a lot of what you wore to prom junior year."
Quinn nods in agreement. "And you remind me of Mike Wazowski."
"Quinn!"
"Kidding! Rachel, we look great." Quinn placates her.
"Perfect!" Rachel exclaims. "We're gonna be a hit. I just know it."
They are, evidently, not a hit.
They arrive at Santana and Brittany's apartment, expecting rapturous applause (or at least Rachel was), but they are met with little to no fanfare. Santana is the first one to see them, and Quinn laughs out loud at what her friend is wearing.
"You look ridiculous." Quinn smirks at Santana, adorned in a costume of a purple converse shoe.
"Like you're one to talk, Miss Glinda the Good Bitch." Santana retorts. She tries to cross her arms across her chest but fails when her costume gets in the way, and Quinn bursts out laughing.
Rachel pouts. "Do we not look good? I think we look amazing!"
"Ignore her, Rach." Quinn says, "We look great."
Brittany walks up in a matching shoe costume to Santana's, looking far more excited about it than her girlfriend does. "You guys look so good!" She shouts, handing them each a shot.
"Thanks, Britt." Quinn says.
"Yes, thank you, Brittany. And you and Santana look spectacular as well!" Rachel says excitedly.
"Yeah, shoe-pendous." Quinn smirks, dodging Santana when she reaches out to slap her across the arm.
They down their shots, handing the glasses back to Brittany, and walk around the party. Hours pass, drinks are consumed, and, by the end of the night, Rachel's starting to sweat off her makeup, and Quinn wants nothing more than to get out of this dress.
At some point, Rachel walks into the middle of the living room and gives an (unwelcome) impromptu performance of No Good Deed that has most of the party guests in various states of confusion. Quinn, however, sits on the couch and soaks in her performance, applauding loudly and giving her a fierce kiss when she finishes. Then, Rachel drags her to the front of the room, and, before she knows it, they're singing a duet of What is this Feeling? together.
(Little does she know, Santana records the entire thing as prime blackmail material for the future.)
They make it back to Rachel (and Jesse's) apartment, relatively unscathed, and Quinn helps Rachel take off the rest of her makeup that she hasn't already sweat off. Once they're both de-greened and de-Glinda-fied, they throw on some pajamas and climb into bed, far too tipsy and exhausted to consider doing anything more than that.
Quinn lays behind Rachel, throwing an arm around her and pulling her tightly against herself. Rachel snuggles closer as Quinn kisses her temple.
"You know," Quinn whispers, "You really have changed me for the better, Rachel Berry."
Rachel smiles and turns her head to meet Quinn's eyes. "I have?"
Quinn just smiles in return. "Yes, baby. I might even go so far as to say that I have been changed for good."
Rachel presses a soft kiss to her lips and mumbles an "I love you" before she drifts off into slumber.
Quinn drifts off shortly thereafter, dreaming of the Emerald City and of New York and how, someday, she'll be here, sharing her life with Rachel for good.