The Running Back

Chapter 17

Rachel smiled. They were really comfy, and really cute. Once Noah got her home, Rachel had him wait in her room while she got changed in her bathroom. Given her excitement it would have been justified to assume that she'd be in and out in just a few minutes, but that wasn't the case. Once Rachel had the costume on, she spent a long time nervously looking herself over in the mirror. Eventually, Noah knocked on the door.

"Everything okay in there?" he called, sounding worried. "Everything's fine."
"All right," Noah replied skeptically. "Then come out." "No!" Rachel yelled.

"No? What do you mean no?"

"I mean no." Rachel turned around so that her back was facing the mirror and then looked over her shoulder. She frowned and tried to pull her dress down. She failed in doing so. Rachel sigh and Noah knocked once more. "I said no, Noah." He wouldn't leave. She knew he wouldn't leave. Her only option was to change back into her normal clothes, but she really liked her new costume. There was just one little problem with it.

"Just come out Jew Babe. You look great. I know it." Reluctantly, Rachel did as requested. She slowly opened the door and presented herself to her best friend. He gave her a once over, his eyes stopping at her dress. "Damn." Noah would never look at Rachel in a romantic sense but would never deny that she was hot. "That's... that's..."

"It's short Noah. It's really short." Once more Rachel tried to pull her dress down. It was hopeless to do so. She couldn't help but feel exposed. "It's not that short," Noah argued to which Rachel glared at him. "What? You have some short skirts," he reminded.

"Not this short, I don't."

"Yes, you do."

"No, I don't."

"You definitely do."

"I don't."

"You do."

"I- You know what, forget it. I have other problems to deal with." Noah had looked so smug that Rachel started to believe that he was right, and he probably was. "I need to get a new Poison Ivy costume." Noah's mouth fell open in disbelief. It had taken forever to find the first one; there was no telling how long it would take to find a suitable replacement.

Noah groaned. "Why can't you just... I don't know... wear a pair of leggings or something."

"Noah please, I just need..." Rachel paused and considered his idea. "You know what? That isn't that bad of an idea." Rachel didn't have any green leggings, or at least none that match her costume but finding a pair that did would be far easier than finding a whole new costume. It only took a small trip to obtain what she needed. Afterwards Rachel went back home to see how much of an improvement Noah's suggestion provided. It looked surprisingly good.

Rachel hugged Noah to show her thanks, not only for idea but also for putting up with her for the day. He assured her that he didn't mind and then left while muttering something about getting some sleep. As he left Rachel decided to call Quinn to inform her of her decision. Needless to say, Quinn was absolutely delighted except for Rachel refused to let her see her costume. Rachel refused to let Quinn see her costume until Halloween.

It was a long wait but not an unbearable one. When that night finally arrived, Quinn made sure to pick Rachel up extra early. She was definitely not disappointed. Just one look at Rachel had her licking her lips. Rachel too was quite happy. Quinn's costume retained the traditional color scheme of Harley Quinn's jumpsuit but instead consisted of a dress, a pair of gloves and some leggings. Forgoing a mask, Quinn chose to just tie her hair up in pigtails.

"Wow."

"Wow, yourself." Quinn looked Rachel over, admiring her form. "Do we have to go to Puck's party?" she asked. "I kind of just want to keep you all to myself." She pressed her lips against Rachel's cheek and slowly trailed kisses down her neck. "What do you say?" she whispered against her girlfriend's skin.