Rachel was staring at Quinn with her mouth slightly hanging open; she was paused midway up the bleachers, with one leg on the step above.
"Hey," Quinn said, sounding shy.
"You dyed your hair back!" Rachel said, still looking at Quinn like she had grown a second head or something.
"Didn't take you long to notice," Quinn said, grinning.
"Of course," Rachel said, scoffing, and finally walking up the rest of the bleachers to Quinn. "Although the pink hair did grow on me."
Rachel played with the end of Quinn's hair before running her hand through it; Quinn shuddered slightly at the touch and Rachel looked at her questioningly.
"Are you chilly?" Rachel asked. Quinn shrugged.
"A bit, I guess."
"Here." Rachel started pulling her cardigan off, but Quinn put her hand on Rachel's arm to stop her.
"It's fine, Rach," Quinn said.
"I'm afraid I'm going to have to insist," Rachel said, pulling the garment off and handing it over for Quinn to take.
"Please?"
Quinn sighed and slipped it on. "Thanks."
"You are very welcome," Rachel said, beaming at her,
"So, how did rehearsals go Friday?" Quinn asked.
Rachel rolled her eyes. "Mercedes is still being difficult; she wants to be paired up with Blaine since Finn keeps stepping on her toes and can barely remember two lines. She doesn't seem to care that it would be awkward for everyone if he and I were to star opposite one another."
After some initial resistance, Mercedes had agreed to the double casting. Rachel had anticipated some resistance and was glad when she eventually went along with it. Things were less tense between Mercedes and the rest of the group, mostly because Rachel was always trying to play mediator and be more supportive. She suspected it was the only reason Mercedes agreed to the double casting this time around.
"They're not actually going to put you with him, are they?" Quinn asked.
Rachel shrugged, sighing. "They haven't told us yet; I all but begged them not to, though." Rachel smiled.
"Just be glad the rest of you haven't been at rehearsals yet; it's a bit of a mess right now. Mercedes is whining about Finn, Finn is whining about everything, and Santana is just yelling at both of them and pacing around, muttering in Spanish."
Quinn laughed. "That sounds about right. Oh, hey." Quinn nudged Rachel's leg with hers. "I meant to ask before, but are you going to Puck's Halloween party tonight?"
"I haven't decided," Rachel said, frowning. "The last time I went to his party—well, let's just say that I didn't have the greatest time."
Understatement of the century.
"Why not?" Quinn asked.
"Did something happen?" You died.
"Not exactly," Rachel lied, shrugging. "Are you going?"
"I am," Quinn said, smiling
"What are you going as?" Rachel wondered.
Quinn smirked at her. "If you want to find out, you're going to have to come tonight and see for yourself."
"Not fair," Rachel said, huffing.
Quinn laughed at her, shaking her head. "I promise to make sure you have a good time."
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Past Mistake
RomanceRachel makes a wish and finds herself in a place she never thought she'd be again. Now she's she reliving her senior year, trying to fix everything that went wrong and trying to find what she's been missing in her life.
