Quinn didn't answer for a while, making Rachel nervous. Finally, she spoke, and started once more on Rachel's hair.
"Are you sure?" She asked hesitatly.
If her head hadn't been half in a sink, she would have nodded vigerously. The real Rachel was coming back.
"I've never been so sure of anything. Not ever in my life." Okay, maybe she was exagerating a little bit. No harm in that.
"I'll help you." Quinn's voice was slightly unbelieving, as if she didn't know why she would help Rachel, she just knew that she would. "You'll have to try out tonight, it's the last night Sue's accepting anybody. And we'll have to get you some new clothes; these ones are stained blue." Quinn moved to throw the once-white t-shirt in the trash as Rachel sat up to put her hair into a high ponytail, so that it wouldn't get her bra wet.
"No!"
Quinn was startled, and looked at Rachel questioningly. The shirt was still hanging suspended from Quinn's hand, over the trash can.
"That's my favorite. I don't care if it's blue, I'll just dye the rest of it when I get home." Rachel defended her shirt with what felt like a pathetic reason for keeping a ruined shirt, but Quinn just shrugged and hung it over the stall wall.
"I'll just run and get some more work-out clothes for you. I have a pair in my locker." Quinn started for the door, before turning and laughing slightly. "Stay here."
Rachel nodded, and watched her leave. Never one to wallow in self-pity, she stood, and combed though her hair with her fingers, tugging loose the tangles that had somehow occurred whilest sitting perfectly still.
Quinn's my friend?
Rachel was puzzled. Just last year, it had been Quinn laughing at her when the was hit by a slushee. Now, she was getting Rachel some of her own clothes so that Rachel could get onto the Cheerios, something that Quinn has zealously guarded from Rachel, along with Finn.
Maybe it was because of Finn. Rachel had gotten over him in the summer, and while she still wanted to be his friend, she had no romantic motives towards him.
Rachel was interupted from her thoughts by Quinn coming back into the bathroom. She caught a pair of shorts and a tank top when Quinn threw them at her.
"Get dressed. Those pants will be seen as a threat to Sue; she doesn't like the Cheerios wearing pants around her. She thinks that we'll get more comfortable around her if we do." Quinn rolled her eyes, before gesturing impatiently to the stall.
Rachel hurried in, and pulled off her pants quickly, tossing her yoga pants up next to Puck's shirt and slipping into the surprisingly short, surprisingly comfortable spandex and pulling the tank top over her head. White tank top, red shorts. How fitting.
She emerged from the stall, and Quinn squinted at her. "I almost didn't think that they'd fit you; you wear such baggy sweaters all of the time, I thought that you were hiding something." She shrugged, and pulled down Rachel's almost-dry shirt and pants, folding them and stuffing them into an empty gym bag that matched Rachel's outfit. "You're lucky your white sneakers didn't get covered. That color never comes out of white leather."
Rachel nodded, excitement building. Quinn turned to her. It was like she was psychic.
"Don't get too excited." She warned. "Excitement irritates Sue. Show fear, don't talk that much."
Rachel took a deep breath and nodded, calming herself down easily. "Thank you for doing this Quinn. I really appreciate it."
She laughed. "You'd better."
And with that, they set off towards the gym.