A/N: Prompt from an anon; protective Quinn. Thanks!
"It's okay, Quinn," Rachel sighed, pushing the button for the crosswalk, "It's not even dusk, and I'm fine."
"Yeah, and Santana's not whipped." Letting out a frustrated noise through the phone, Rachel's girlfriend continued archly, "Sweetie, I'm only ten minutes away. Let me come and pick you up?"
Hearing the beeping that told her it was fine to walk, Rachel stepped into the street. "Honey, you don't need to do that."
"Yes I do. I just – let me worry about you."
Rachel smiled. "That's sweet. But, honey, look up." Seeing the blonde through the café window, Rachel giggled, waving excitedly.