The Running Back

Asking Noah what he thought about the whole costume debate was probably the worst idea that Rachel had ever come up with. Being her friend, he should have taken her side but instead he agreed with Quinn. His reasoning was simple. "That'd be hot, especially if Quinn decides to go with Arkham City costume rather than the traditional one. Damn, that would be- Ow!"

"You will not be ogling my girlfriend Noah Puckerman!" Rachel warned.

"I wasn't going to."

"But you were thinking about it."

"Maybe..." Noah admitted. Rachel went to hit him again and he flinched in response. Luckily for him Rachel decided not to punch him again. "It's not like I mean anything by it," he pointed out. "She'd be hot. You know that, but she's your girl. I'm not going to do nothing."

She gave him a mean look and spun on heel as she crossed her arms over her chest. "Okay, but no looking at my girlfriend. I mean it Noah." Such a warning was unnecessary but Rachel still wanted to give it. Honestly though, it was her own fault. Noah was always such a guy so it was almost guaranteed that he'd pick the costume that would be deemed sexier. It was just typical male behavior, but now that Noah mentioned it Rachel had to wonder what kind of Harley Quinn outfit Quinn would go with. Rachel spun back around to face Noah. "Do you think you can give me a ride?" she asked innocently. With the way she had raised her voice at him Rachel wouldn't have been surprised if he said no, but she also knew that he wouldn't. "I want to go find a Poison Ivy costume."

"So you've made up your mind?" he asked, his curiosity clearly piqued.
"I never said that," Rachel clarified. "I just want to look," she explained.
Noah rolled his eyes. He got up with a sigh and went for the door. "Come on," he called.
Rachel jumped up and hugged him. "Thanks... but you still can't ogle my girlfriend."
"Wouldn't dream of it," Noah chuckled.
"Of course you wouldn't," Rachel replied sarcastically. "But I suppose it doesn't matter; Quinn would never be into you anyway."

Noah gasped in feigned hurt. He opened his mouth to argue but then paused. For a moment he thought and then he said, "Yeah, you're probably right. Quinn's a one-woman kind of girl. Even if she were into guys, she definitely wouldn't bother with me." He sighed and shrugged. "Her loss. Ow!" Again, Rachel had hit him.

"What was that?!"

"Nothing. Just kidding, jeez." Noah rubbed his arm and pulled up the sleeve to check for bruising. "You really need to stop doing that. Now come on let's go."

Rachel decided not to argue any further. She had no idea how long it would take to find the perfect costume so it was essential that she start her search early. The two of them drove around town, stopping at every place that sold costumes. Not each store held what Rachel was looking for. But whenever they found a place that did, Rachel made sure thoroughly look over them to see if could imagine herself wearing it. A lot of them were nice, but for hours none of them seemed to be the one.

It was frustrating, especially since her alternatives would either be to order something over the internet or to make a costume herself. Neither option was very appealing to Rachel. She was still quite bitter over the poor handling of her last online purchase, and due to her lack of sowing skills any attempts of making a costume on her own would likely end in disaster. But just as all hope seemed to be lost, Rachel laid her eyes on it.

Comprising of a short green dress with matching glovelettes and a leafy hairpiece, it was perfect. It was gorgeous and Rachel just had to have it. After finding her size she immediately brought it up to the cashier and bought it without a second thought. Rachel then promptly ordered Noah to drive her home so she could try it on. Rachel could hardly wait though so she opened up the packaging and slipped the glovelettes on.