Care and Feeding
Jan. 1st, 2012 02:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
griefofdawnPairing/Character:Quinn, Rachel
When/Where: AU. In NYC. Morning.
Word Count: 200 (Double Drabble ) ( 17 of 100 )
"What are you doing for lunch?" Rachel asked, watching Quinn eat her breakfast, putting everything she had into appearing casual, and not like she'd spent the day before in bed with a hangover.
The last thing she remembered, from the day before yesterday, was putting a DVD in the player, but based on what little she was wearing the next morning, Quinn must have put her to bed. She hoped Quinn wouldn't say anything. She certainly wasn't going to. It was too embarrassing.
"There's a cart that parks across the street," Quinn said. "I'll probably grab something and eat at my desk."
"That can't possibly be healthy," Rachel said, horrified.
"Hasn't killed me yet," Quinn said, winking at her before standing to put her bowl in the dishwasher.
Rachel frowned, not quite forgetting about her embarrassment. Proper care and feeding of roommates was important, or so Kurt always claimed. Not that she completely trusted him right now. He was the one who'd recommended her last roommate to a director friend of his for a tv pilot.
"You need to eat better," Rachel said.
"There are a lot of things I need," Quinn told her. "But my eating habits are fine."