A Night Out

Disclaimer: Fox owns the Glee money making machine and RBI came up with the original idea. Not mine.
Pairing/Character:Quinn, Rachel, Kurt
When/Where: AU.
Word Count: 200 (Double Drabble ) ( 55 of 100 )

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"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.

A Night In

Disclaimer: Fox owns the Glee money making machine and RBI came up with the original idea. Not mine.
Pairing/Character:Quinn, Rachel, Kurt, Santana
When/Where: AU.
Word Count: 200 (Double Drabble ) ( 56 of 100 )

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"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.

Satan Says

Disclaimer: Fox owns the Glee money making machine and RBI came up with the original idea. Not mine.
Pairing/Character:Brittany, Quinn, Santana
When/Where: AU.
Word Count: 200 (Double Drabble ) ( 57 of 100 )

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"When are you coming to Vegas next?" Santana asked.

"Didn't know I was invited," Quinn said.

"Any time you get tired of being a pressed lemon," Santana said, "Britts and I can set you up. Some of the best skittles in Vegas pass through here."

"We've had this talk," Quinn said. "I'm not gay."

"That's not what Britt says," Santana said. "And who knows you better? My Britt or you?"

Quinn shook her head, knowing it was a battle she wouldn't win. "Some of us work for a living and can't take off to Vegas on a whim."

"Lame," Santana said. "You need better material, chica. Even Berry can do better than that."

"I'm doing just fine, thanks." Quinn said.

"Does Berry know about your little bunny fest?" Santana asked.

"Yes," Quinn said. "One of her fans saw us together and told her."

"I bet it made her hot!" Santana said.

"She's not gay either, San," Quinn said, knowing better than to mention Rachel's thoughts on the subject.

Before Santana could respond, a pair of arms wrapped themselves around her and a head appeared on her shoulder on Quinn's screen.

"Hey Q'bear!" Brittany said, smiling broadly.

"Hey Britt," Quinn said.