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griefofdawnPairing/Character: Quinn, Rachel
When/Where: AU. Backstage.
Note: We are getting somewhere (Really!), just slowly.
Word Count: 200 (Double Drabble ) ( 42 of 100 )
Quinn looked around the cluttered dressing room while Rachel dealt with the delivery-girl from their favorite Thai restaurant. Dressing rooms weren't a foreign space, she's been in many over the years, from the beauty pageants her mother had entered her into freshman year in high school, in a misguided attempt at mother daughter bonding, to what she experienced when modeling. But this wasn't the impersonal, chaotic kind of space she'd become familiar with.
With six makeup stations, four containing personal effects, and racks of costumes, the dressing room had a comfortable, lived in look. From the small cluster of gold stars lining the edge of one of the mirrors, it didn't take much to guess which one was Rachel's.
"What do you think?" Rachel asked, as she unloaded the bags of food. "It's a small theater so we share dressing rooms."
"I think it's great," Quinn said, reaching over to help her. "I can just imagine the excitement when everyone is in here, rushing to get ready."
"When I was in high school, I dreamed of having my own dressing room," Rachel said. "But this is the real thing. I wouldn't want to miss this experience."
Quinn smiled, nodding.