Characters: Rachel & Kurt, others mentioned.
When/Where: AU. Rachel and Kurt take a walk in the park.
Word Count: 1,181 (6 of ?)
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"Where's Quinn?" Kurt asked, peaking into the living room.
"She left last night before dinner," Rachel said.
"Why are you going out to breakfast with me?" Kurt asked.
"Because you're my best friend," Rachel said, pulling on her coat.
"When was the last time you had a date?" Kurt asked,.
"Yesterday," Rachel said.
"What!" Kurt blurted out. "With whom?"
"Well, actually, Quinn and I have been going to lunch together all week," Rachel said. "Some of them felt sort of date like."
"Does Quinn know these were dates?" he asked with finger quotes.
"No," Rachel said, frowning. "Not date dates, anyway."
"Why are you here and not with her?" Kurt asked, exasperated. Grabbing her arm he dragged her to her bedroom. "Sit," he said, pointing at her bed. Reaching into her closet he grabber her overnight bag.
"What are you doing?" Rachel asked.
"You're going to Connecticut," he said, grabbing several casual outfits out of her closet.
"Yes," Kurt said. "You don't have to see your mother, but you need to keep the pressure on Quinn if you really want her."
"Want Quinn?" Rachel squeaked. "Want her how?"
"Rachel Barbra Berry! Denial doesn't look good on you," Kurt said.
Kurt eagerly sipped his mango soy smoothie and waited for Rachel to join him. He couldn't quite pinpoint it but he would figure it out. There was something more going on with Rachel's reluctance to go to Connecticut for a weekend with her mother. He would bet his prized classic Armani suit on it.
"What are you thinking about?" Rachel asked, sliding into their booth.
"Me?" Kurt asked innocently.
"You have that look," she said.
"The one that means you're scheming," she said, sipping her soy latte.
"Scheming? Moi?" Kurt said. "When have I ever schemed?"
"I haven't forgotten high school," Rachel said. "You turned scheming into an art form."
"I am good," Kurt said, smirking.
"Well, some people still haven't realized what you were doing," she said.
Kurt shrugged dismissively. Rachel and Mercedes had known. No one else's opinion mattered, not even her roommate's. And Finn? His dense stepbrother had never noticed his interference.
"You need to be nicer to Quinn," Rachel said.
"I'm always nice to Ms. Fabray," he said.
"Sometimes you push her too hard," Rachel said.
"Why so defensive? She's just your roommate," he said, watching her intently for any of her classic tells.
"When do you start filming?" Kurt asked, watching Rachel rummage through her closet.
"Week after next," Rachel said, humming to herself.
"So, a week between?" he asked.
"Yes," she confirmed. "We have our last weekend shows before the move, then I get a week off, do the shoot, and then we start rehearsals."
"Busy," Kurt says.
"Yes," Rachel said.
"What are you doing next weekend?" he asked. They hadn't had time for a friend weekend in years. He was already putting together an itinerary in his head while he waited for her answer.
"It's a Connecticut weekend for Quinn," Rachel said, sitting down on her bed. "She might have asked me to go with her," she said nervously.
"Really?" Kurt said, surprised. "Are you going?"
"I... I… don't know," Rachel said. "I don't know if I'm ready for that."
"It's been ten years," Kurt said cautiously. Her mother was always a dangerous subject. "Maybe it's time you let her back into your life?"
"It's not just her," Rachel said, frowning. "There's Quinn. And Beth."
"You've been getting along with Quinn," Kurt said. "I was frankly surprised but the two of you work as roommates."
"As roommates, yes," Rachel said softly.
"So, she's a keeper?" Kurt asked.
"No question," Rachel told him. "I haven't had a roommate like her since… ever."
"That's laying it on a little thick, don't you think?" he said.
Rachel shrugged. She hadn't told him about all the little things that made Quinn deserve the 'Best Roommate Ever' award, just the things he would understand. Cuddling, she'd decided, he wouldn't understand, or he would read too much into it. The way Quinn knew exactly what temperature to make her tea or the way Quinn just seemed to know when she needed her feet rubbed. "I'm happy with her," she said.
"I still can't believe you've been cooking for her," Kurt said. "You live on takeout."
"I can cook," she said. "You like my vegan cookies."
"Yes, your vegan cookies are good," he said. "But you'e always said you were raised on takeout. Which does not lead to useful cooking skills."
"I can follow a recipe," Rachel protested. "And I've been watching cooking shows for years."
"If you poison her…" he said.
"You can say 'I told you so'," she said.
"Though that would solve the roommate problem," Kurt said thoughtfully.
"There is no roommate problem," Rachel said.
"So," Kurt said, watching Rachel idly stir her double dutch soy latte, "How are things?"
"Fine. Why?" Rachel asked.
"You've had a certain former cheerleader for a roommate for six months now," he said. "I believe it's time for a roommate reality check."
"It's too soon," Rachel protested. "I'd rather not."
"This is important, Rachel Barbra Berry," Kurt said. As her best friend, he knew that she would avoid the issue, going out of her way to not think about important things, like whether Quinn Fabray should continue being her roommate. "You've had plenty of time."
"Oh, alright," she said, "but I reserve the right to make the roommate decision myself."
"Stipulation noted," he said. "So, first question - does she respect your personal space?"
"Yes," Rachel said. "She's been in my room only when she's helped me to bed."
"Do tell," Kurt said, eyebrow raised.
"It was nothing," Rachel said, blushing.
"Okay, we'll return to that later," he said. "Neatness?"
"Ten," Rachel said. "She's compulsively neat."
"She respects my dietary preferences," Rachel said. "She even likes my cooking."
"Your cooking?" Kurt said, shocked.
"Yes. Mine," Rachel said, grinning.
"The woman is insane!" Kurt said. "She has to go."
"Are you sure you don't want to come with us?" Rachel asked, poking her head into the living room.
"No, I think I'll have an early night," Quinn said. "Go have fun."
"Yes, ma'am!" Rachel said, saluting her and giggling.
"Rachel!" Kurt yelled from the door."
"Oops. Gotta go," she said, waving at Quinn before leaving.
Quinn gave them five minutes before pulling up Skype on her iPad, hoping she'd catch Santana in her office.
"Hey Luce," Santana said. "Wassup Doc?"
"San!" Quinn said, grumbling at the greeting.
"It's not Brit's birthday, so what's got your bunny ass in a twist?" Santana asked.
"I can call for other reasons," Quinn protested.
"So says you. Well?"
"This!" Quinn said, dropping a link to the Lucy Cue blog post in the chat box.
"Pregnant girlfriend? You're just full of unexplored depths Fabray," Santana said.
"Not that," Quinn said. "That was Tina."
"Stutters is pregnant?"
"Not the point," Quinn said. "Kurt wants to meet Lucy!"
"And?" Santana asked.
"I don't like it!"
"And who told you keeping your bunny ears a secret from all the Gleeks was impossible?" Santana asked.
"You," Quinn muttered.
"I didn't hear that," Santana said, smirking.
"You!" Quinn shouted.
"Rachel?" Quinn said, closing the apartment door behind her, cringing at the loud music making the headache that had started with Rachel's phone call and gained steam during the day, throb even worse.
"We're in here!" Rachel shouted.
"We?" Quinn said to herself, at this point noticing her roommate and a male voice singing a vaguely familiar song. Not today, she thought.
"I really wish you would let me dress you," she heard Kurt say.
"While I agree that you have impeccable taste and designing skills second to none," Rachel said, "our taste in clothes have always clashed."
Stopping in Rachel's bedroom door, Quinn took in unexpected chaos. Rachel was standing in front of her large closet in her silk bathrobe, Kurt perched on her dressing table chair. A large pile of discarded clothes covered her bed.
"What's going on?" she asked.
"We're going out to celebrate," Rachel said. "Kurt's been given space in their Spring show."
"Congrats," Quinn said.
"You know," Rachel said to him, "Quinn modeled in college."
"Really?" Kurt murmured speculatively.
"Catalogs and magazines," Quinn said quickly, hoping to squash the idea. "Runway modeling is different."
"But Quinn!" Rachel whined. "It's for Kurt."
"No," Quinn said firmly.
"Well?" Kurt asked, when she rejoined him. "Am I going to meet this Lucy Cue?"
"Maybe?" Rachel said nervously.
Kurt raised an eyebrow in a way that she was sure he'd copied from Quinn, though it was a lot more effective coming from her roommate.
"She's a very private person," Rachel said. "It might take some convincing."
"I'm sure you can do it," Kurt said. "So, what's the story? Have you finally stopped chasing boys?"
"I haven't chased anyone since high school," Rachel said. "You know this."
"Really?" Kurt asked. "What about that St. James episode in college?"
"That was a simple misunderstanding," Rachel said.
"You were banned from that hotel for a year!" Kurt said, agog.
"It was all his fault," she muttered, blushing.
"Well, I hope you learned your lesson," Kurt told her.
"So, are you ready for your first official Spring Fashion Week?" Rachel asked.
"Clever attempt at redirection, Miss Berry," Kurt said. "But I'll take the bait. They're giving me four places in the collection."
"That's great!" Rachel said, smiling broadly. Kurt might not have his own line yet, but she knew how important a milestone this was. "We'll have to celebrate."
"Definitely," Kurt said, "Tonight."
"Answer your phone, Quinn," Rachel muttered, peaking around the corner at Kurt waiting at their table. She could pretend to be in the restroom for only so long.
"Quinn Fabray," her roommate answered.
"Quinn! This is Rachel! We have a small problem," Rachel whispered into her phone.
"Rachel, I'm at work, what's so important that it can't wait until tonight?"
"It's Kurt," she said.
"What's he done now?" Quinn asked, in the tone she always got when the topic of Kurt came up. Rachel grimaced. She wasn't sure what Quinn's problem was with Kurt but this wasn't going to help.
"Something about us was posted to his favorite gossip page."
"And?" Quinn said. "What does it say?"
Pulling the scrap of paper out, Rachel read it to her.
"That's… interesting." Quinn said. "Does he believe it?"
"I don't know," Rachel muttered, glaring at the curious barista walking by. "I said it wasn't true. But he wants to meet Lucy Cue."
"And why would that be?"
Rachel cringed at the sudden icy tone. "I might have said I know her."
"We'll talk tonight. Don't tell him anything else," Quinn said, before abruptly hanging up.
"How?" Rachel grumbled to the dial tone.
Rachel slowly sipped her coffee and people watched while she waited for Kurt, enjoying her day off. Quinn had taken the sudden appearance of Tina back into her life with good grace.
"Rachel!" Kurt said, loudly, setting his cup down on the table. "You've been keeping secrets from your best friend."
"I don't keep secrets from you," Rachel said.
"Then what's this?" he grumbled, placing a printout from one of the gossip blogs he swore by in front of her.
Rachel picked it up and read it.
Seen out and about. Up-n-coming Broadway ingenue Rachel Berry seen with former Playboy model Lucy Cue, and her pregnant girlfriend. Has our Miss Berry developed a taste for the fairer sex? Or is she making an appearance in the rumored Playboy pictorial Babes of Broadway?"
Well, that's just nonsense," she said.
"Really?" Kurt said.
"Yes, really. Neither Lucy Cue, nor myself, have a pregnant girlfriend," Rachel said, folding the paper into a small square and stuffing it into a pocket.
"But you know this Lucy Cue?" Kurt asked. "The pictures weren't very clear."
"Possibly," Rachel said, nervously. She'd promised Quinn she wouldn't tell, but he was hard to resist.
"Details please," Kurt demanded.
Kurt waltzed into her office, wearing something she assumed was one of his creations. He certainly had a unique sense of style, she reluctantly admitted.
She wasn't going to ask who'd told him where she worked. Probably some Gleek who that they were helping her out. Possibly Rachel. If so, words would be had tonight.
"What do you want, Hummel?" she asked, after giving him several minutes to stew before acknowledging his existence.
"Quinnie," he said. "My dear Quinn," he corrected himself, when she glared at the use of the hated nickname. "A little bird told me Rachel's show will be moving to Broadway next month."
"What does that have to do with me?" Quinn asked, keeping her surprise at the news off her face.
"Opening night!" he said, excitedly.
"I'm assuming you're going," he said.
"Hmmm." She wasn't going to give him any help with gossip about Rachel.
"You have to let me dress you," he said.
"What's in it for you?"
"The satisfaction of seeing you looking fabulous on the red carpet," he said, winking.
Kurt sighed dramatically. "Miranda Priestly is rumored to be one of the investors."
"Of course," Quinn murmured, his purpose becoming clear.