Quinn fingers the hem of her dress as she waits by Rachel's locker for the brunette before class. She hears whispers from other students as they pass her by- 'Damn, Fabray got legs!' 'Do you see how short her skirt is? What a slut!'
Shifting in place uncomfortably, she resists the urge to run and change into the jeans and tee she had stowed in her locker earlier just in case. Rachel wanted to see her in a dress. Rachel wants to see her in this dress.
The loud SLAP of books hitting the ground, and Puck's loud "DUDE," of appreciation makes her spine stiffen and her shoulders tense up. She turns slowly, meeting Rachel's dark brown eyes.
"Hey," she mouths at the brunette who stood, transfixed, ten feet away. Without a word, Rachel was in front of her in a flurry of motion, stripping off her track jacket, and wrapping it around the blonde. The jacket hangs a good two inches lower than Quinn's skirt, and the blonde giggles. Rachel insisted on getting the largest jacket she could, even though it swamped the petite brunette. It seemed that her insistence was paying off now, though, as there were several groans- including from Puck, as Rachel covers Quinn.
"You, me, choir room, now." Rachel all but growls, pulling Quinn along behind her. Quinn laughs happily, her self consciousness dissipated now that she's with Rachel.
"Easy there Tiger," she laughs, getting another growl in response.