Disclaimer: Fox owns the Glee money making machine and RBI came up with the original show idea. Still not mine.
Pairing/Characters: Quinn/Rachel, others mentioned.
When/Where: AU. Rachel checks the mail.
Word Count: 1,160 (5 of ?)
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Disclaimer: The usual perils of non-ownership - Fox owns the Glee people and Ryan Murphy and Co. came up with the idea. All things Stars Hollow/Gilmore Girls created by Amy Sherman-Palladino. Characters borrowed from 'The Devil Wears Prada' were created by Lauren Weisberger. I don't own any of them but these words are mine.
Summary: A series of 100 double drabble (200 words) and drabble (100 words) vignettes, covering several months in the life of high school frenemies Rachel Berry and Quinn Fabray - as roommates, and possibly more, in an AU, post collegiate world.Spoilers: Assume spoilers for Seasons 1-2. And occasional spoilers for Season 3 even though this is AU for most of that season. Key Season 3 AU comes from the following changes - No Evil!Baby Snatching!Quinn and Rachel says no to Finn marriage proposal. All differences flow from there.
Rating: PG-13 Max for adult themes but mostly PG.Length: 21K words of actual story (+ assorted author notes/disclaimers)
"Why won't my sister visit?" Beth asked, looking at Quinn across her stack of blueberry pancakes.
After subtly checking to make sure Shelby wasn't listening, Quinn sighed. "You know how your mom is still angry at Mrs. Kim?"
"Yup," Beth said. "She wouldn't sell Mom that desk she really wanted, because she teaches singing."
"So your mom refused to talk to her," Quinn said. "For months. Until Miss Patty made them play nice."
"Silly grownups," Beth said, giggling.
Quinn nodded. "Your sister is the same way," she said. "She got angry at something your mom did years and years ago but there's no Miss Patty to get them to hug and make up."
"Maybe we can send Miss Patty to New York?" Beth asked.
"We could ask, but I think it would be better for your sister to come here," Quinn said, cringing internally at the thought of Rachel being confronted by Miss Patty, in all her glory.
"Can we call her?" Beth asked.
"We can try tonight," Quinn said. "Before you go to bed."
"Okay," Beth said, nodding, a serious expression on her face. Watching her carefully jab a piece of pancake, Quinn really hoped Rachel would finally cooperate.
"Have you decided yet?" Quinn asked, plucking a grape from the basket. Having a picnic in a rooftop greenhouse in late March? It was one the most unique lunch location they'd shared that week. She wondered where Rachel had learned about it.
"Decided?" Rachel asked.
"Are you coming with me tonight?" Quinn asked.
"I don't want to intrude on your Beth time," Rachel said.
"You wouldn't be," Quinn said. "She'd love to see you."
"You stay at their house," Rachel said. "It would be awkward."
"It doesn't make any sense not to," Quinn said. "I could stay at the local inn, now. I can afford it. But I know Shelby wants to see you."
"It's been ten years," Rachel said. "It's too late."
"It's never too late," Quinn said, biting down on an apple.
"How often do you call your mother?" Rachel asked. "How long did it take to forgive her?"
"What does that have to do with seeing your mother?" Quinn asked, dodging the question.
"What That Woman did to me? It was a serious kick in the ego and put me in therapy," Rachel said. "But I still had loving parents to go home to. You were homeless."
"You're up early," Quinn said, walking into the kitchen to make herself breakfast.
"I get up this early every day," Rachel said, pausing in her stirring.
"You have the week off," Quinn said. "I thought you'd be sleeping in?"
"I tried that yesterday," Rachel admitted. "But I just couldn't keep doing that. It felt like I was just wasting the day staying in bed."
"So, what are your plans for the day?" Quinn asked, curious.
"Go for a walk. Do some shopping. Have lunch with you?" Rachel said hesitantly.
"You had lunch with me yesterday," Quinn said, reaching past her to turn on the pot for her tea.
"And I can't today?" Rachel said, pouting.
"I'd like to have lunch with you," Quinn said, smiling at her. "It's a highlight of my day, but…"
"But what?" Rachel asked.
"There's only so much variety near my office," she said. "We've been to all of the restaurants that serve vegan."
"It's the company I'm interested in," Rachel said, blushing slightly. "We don't have to do something different every day."
"If you say so," Quinn said, taking careful note of Rachel's nervous behavior.
"I do," Rachel said, before turning back to the stove.
Quinn observed her roommate through the glass lobby doors for a minute, to the side of traffic moving through the building metal detector. She hadn't seen her acting this excited sober since high school.
"She yours?" Hank, the security guard asked, when it looked like she was just going to watch Rachel dance around outside.
"My roommate," Quinn said, nodding.
"If she isn't coming in, you'll need to go out there," he said. "Someone is going to think she's casing the joint."
"Casing the joint?" Quinn squeaked. He just winked at her and pointed to the door. "I'm going! I'm going." Adjusting her purse, she strode through the door.
"Quinn!" Rachel said excitedly, practically pouncing on her. "Come on," she said grabbing Quinn's hand.
"You're in a good mood," Quinn said, letting Rachel pull her down the street. "What's up?"
"I can't just be happy to see you?" she said, directing them into a small hole-in-the-wall Italian restaurant.
"Yes," Quinn said, joining Rachel in a booth. "You can be happy, but you're being Extra-Berry right now."
"Extra-Berry?" Rachel frowned at her, her head tilted slightly.
"Well?" Quinn prodded.
"I got the part!" Rachel said, excitedly.
Rachel couldn't stop grinning, and humming, and occasionally skipping, even though, from the way people had moved back on the subway, she suspected they'd labeled her 'crazy person of the day' in their heads. But she couldn't help it. She was happy.
Stopping in front of Quinn's building, she pulled out her phone and called her roommate.
"Hey Rachel, what's up?" Quinn said, answering the phone with a tone that sent shivers down her back.
"What are you doing right now?" she asked, bouncing on her toes.
"Just got out of a meeting," Quinn said.
"Can you go to lunch?" Rachel asked. "With me?" she added hopefully.
"I have another meeting in an hour so it'd have to be quick," Quinn said. "What's the occasion?"
"I can't just take my roommate out to lunch?" Rachel asked, injecting a little vocal pout into her voice.
"Like on a date?" Quinn asked in a whisper, sounding surprised.
"Umm, maybe?" Rachel said, looking up at the building, wondering if Quinn could see her.
"Where do you want to meet?"
"In front of your office," Rachel said.
"You're here now?" Quinn asked.
"Yes," Rachel said. "Come out and play with me," she said giggling.
"Want to talk about it?" Quinn asked half an hour later, when Rachel had stopped crying.
"It was me. And Finn. In high school. We were getting married," Rachel said. "You kept telling me not to."
"Go me!" Quinn said, smirking.
"Something bad happened. I convinced Finn to get married right after Regionals," Rachel said shakily. "But you had an accident on the way to the wedding, and you were in a coma. So I called off it off."
"It didn't happen," Quinn said, hugging her. "No almost wedding, no coma. Just a nightmare."
"But you did have an accident after Regionals, senior year," Rachel insisted.
"Black ice. It was only a scratch," Quinn said. "And really, Rachel, you were underage. Your fathers would never have given you permission to marry Finn in high school."
"We didn't tell them," Rachel said quietly.
"Tell them what?" Quinn asked.
"Finn did propose to me senior year," Rachel said. "But I told him I needed time to think about it. We broke up because I couldn't give him an answer he liked."
"Oh, wow!" Quinn said. "Does anyone else know?"
"Just Kurt," Rachel said, tightening her grip.
"Of course," Quinn muttered.