The Venue

Disclaimer: Fox owns the Glee and Ryan Murphy came up with the original idea. Not remotely mine but this story idea was.
Pairing/Character: Quinn, Rachel
When/Where: AU. Backstage.
Note: We are getting somewhere (Really!), just slowly.
Word Count: 200 (Double Drabble ) ( 42 of 100 )

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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.

An Evening's Entertainment

Disclaimer: Fox owns the Glee and Ryan Murphy came up with the original idea. Not remotely mine but this story idea was.
Pairing/Character: Quinn, Rachel
When/Where: AU. After dinner.
Word Count: 200 (Double Drabble ) ( 43 of 100 )

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"What are your plans for the rest of the evening?" Rachel asked, as they took the empty cartons from dinner out to the dumpster in the alley behind the theater.

"Nothing super exciting," Quinn said. "That book I've been waiting for came in today, and there's a new documentary on cable I want to watch."

"You can't fool me," Rachel said, laughing. "You have that degree in history because you love learning about the past. I bet you've already read half of that book, and you're Tivo'ing the documentary just in case you miss it."

"Maybe," Quinn said, winking at her.

"If people knew what a huge history nerd you are," Rachel murmured.

Quinn shrugged, unfazed by the accusation.

Rachel just shook her head, holding the door open for her. "How'd you like to see the show?" she asked. "I know you've seen it before but that was months ago. You can have one of my comped tickets."

"Really?" Quinn asked, smiling. "I'd love to. Do I have time to run home and change?"

"You look great the way you are," Rachel said, gesturing at Quinn's rustic looking jeans, peasant blouse, scarf, and peacoat.

"If you're sure," Quinn said.

"Positively!"