A/N: Prompt from an anon; first argument and first make up. Thanks!
Quinn knew she was being catty. "No," she crossed her arms, "I don't care if it's for glee club; I don't want you alone with Puck on a drinking night."
"And I said you could be there," Rachel threw her hands up, glaring at the blonde, finally sighing and lowering her voice, "I understand your concern. But don't you trust me?"
When Quinn didn't answer, she shook her head and left the room.
Quinn softly rapped on Rachel's locker. "Hey," she smiled tentatively.
"Hey."
"I'm sorry."
Rachel sighed, nodding. "I know," she looked at Quinn, managing a smile. "I know."