Just Like Tigger

Disclaimer: Fox owns the Glee money making machine and RBI came up with the original show idea. Still not mine.
Pairing/Character: Rachel, Quinn
When/Where: AU.
Word Count: 200 (Double Drabble ) ( 89 of 100 )

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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.

Got It

Disclaimer: Fox owns the Glee money making machine and RBI came up with the original show idea. Still not mine.
Pairing/Character: Rachel, Quinn
When/Where: AU.
Word Count: 200 (Double Drabble ) ( 90 of 100 )

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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.