So I heard you might need a ride," the brunette smirked at Quinn, twirling her keys in her left hand with the keychain Quinn had given her a week ago hanging off it.
Quinn looked up from her book, she hadn't even noticed Rachel come back out of the school and climb the bleachers. "Hey," she said with a small smile, "how was practice? Sorry, I got kinda.." she gestured at the book she was holding, "distracted."
"Good book?" Rachel asked, sitting down next to the blonde. She stretched her leg out in front of her, wincing. "It was alright.. mostly," she gestured at her left knee, "I may have done something to my knee. I was a little distracted by this hot blonde I saw in the bleachers," she grinned, nudging Quinn with her shoulder, "where is Sam anyway?"
Quinn gasped and shoved her girlfriend back gently, "I'll get you for that, Berry!"
"You'll have to catch me first," the brunette said teasingly before looking down at her knee, "or.. we could play paper, scissors, rock?"
The blonde laughed, and put her book in her bag. "Come on Hoppy, let's get that knee looked at."
"You did NOT just call me Hoppy!" Rachel managed to perform an impressive foot stomp while sitting, with her good foot.
"I so did," Quinn chuckled, helping her girlfriend stand with a shoulder under her arm.
"I resent that," Rachel mumbled as they made their way down the steps slowly.
"I'll bet you do. I also don't know how you managed to get up here, with how long it's taking you to get down. Didn't that, you know, hurt?"
"I was on a high," the brunette admitted, "the thought of seeing you cancelled out the pain, so I managed to drag myself up the steps without too much pain. It wasn't until I got to the top that I realized how much it hurt."
"So, I'm driving?"
"Yeah," Rachel gave her girlfriend a sheepish look, "you're driving."
Quinn plucked the keys out of Rachel's hand, and smirked at her.
"So, I heard you might need a ride?"