quinton.

                                              ‘I’m sure she wouldn’t. Though she might, since you’d be talking about her.’ Quinton shrugged, before quirking an eyebrow. ‘I’m not entirely sure if you mean that sarcastically or not. But sure. Let’s go get them, Anderson.’ He nodded back towards the room where their group was gathering.’

“True. I didn’t think about it that way.  Knowing Rachel?  She might,” he huffed and lifted both hands to rub the last of worry out of his expression that all his fretting tensed into the muscles along his jaw and burrowed eyebrows.  “Sarcastic?  No.  I really mean it.”  His worry wasn’t for the group.  Only how well he would do along with them in public for the first time.  “Let’s go,” Blaine walked past he blond and paused just outside the door to glance over his shoulder and smile.  “Thanks for the talk, by the way..  Not sure you know how much I appreciate it.”