In the Bag

Disclaimer: Fox owns the Glee and Ryan Murphy came up with the original idea. Not mine.
Pairing/Character:Rachel, Quinn
When/Where: AU. In NYC.
Word Count: 200 (Double Drabble ) ( 20 of 100 )

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"What's that?" Quinn asked, looking suspiciously at the gold star encrusted bag Berry was nervously holding out to her.

"I made you lunch," her roommate said, giving her what Quinn called Rachel Berry Smile #6, the one that required immediate agreement or it became an irresistible sad pout in ten seconds or less.

"Lunch?" Quinn said, pasting her own well practiced smile, Crazy Berry Defense #3, on her face. "You didn't have to do that."

"I had some free time this morning," Rachel said, still holding the bag out.

"What'd you make me?" Quinn asked, gingerly taking the small bag.

"It's a surprise," Berry said. "Open it at lunch."

Quinn liked to think she'd outgrown her high school bitch persona, so she nodded and took the offending object, though she couldn't quite suppress a sigh. She'd made it through college and grad school without strangling any obnoxious roommates, and she'd been tempted more than once with several. She'd even managed to co-exist peacefully with her officemate, a miracle in itself given their history. So she could certainly handle a well meaning Berry, who wasn't even in the top five.

"Thank you," she said graciously, before stuffing it into her bag.

Gold Stars

Disclaimer: Fox owns the Glee and Ryan Murphy came up with the original idea. Not mine.
Pairing/Character:Quinn, Dave Karofsky
When/Where: AU. In NYC.
Word Count: 200 (Double Drabble ) ( 21 of 100 )

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"What's that?" Karofsky asked, pointing at the gold star encrusted object on her desk.

"Lunch," Quinn said, making no move to open it in the vain hope it would disappear on its own.

"It has stars on it," he said.

"Yes."

"Gold stars," he muttered, looking down at something on his desk.

"And your point would be?" she asked, glaring at him. She'd been shocked to find herself sharing an office with him, not having seen him since high school, but somehow he'd managed to grow up, losing his anger at the world somewhere along the way.

"High school flashback," he said, grimacing, looking back up.

"Ah," Quinn said. "This flashback wouldn't be a who?" she asked, guessing that Berry's gold stars had been embedded in the memories of a generation of McKinley graduates.

"From Whoville?" he said.

"No, more like an off-Broadway who," Quinn said, trying not to laugh at his comment.

"She's really not bad," Karofsky unexpectedly said.

"You wouldn't be saying that, if you were handed this," Quinn grumbled, poking the bag.

"By who?" Karofsky asked.

"Roommate," Quinn admitted, sighing.

"No!" Karofsky said, laughing, taking out his own lunch.

"Yes," Quinn said, poking the bag again.