Disclaimer: Transformative work, Yada, Yada. Someone owns the Glee characters (Fox), but not me. I'm just sticking them in non-canon centric situations.
Pairing: Rachel/Quinn pre-slash/Just roommates.
When/Where: Somewhen post high school. AU in NYC.
Drabble Series: Pocketful of Quinn
Word Count: 100 (Regulation Drabble) (2 of 100)
Rachel laughed when she dragged the small antique pie safe into their Brooklyn apartment, less than a week after moving in, and declared it their new liquor cabinet. She was less amused when Quinn demonstrated the complicated locking system and, without explaining, handed her the only key.
It took her a week to pry loose any explanation from her quiet roommate.
"Alcohol and Fabray's don't mix," Quinn said. "My bastard father drank himself to death, my mother drank to escape her mistakes, and I got pregnant and suicidal."
Rachel stared at Quinn in shock, before pulling her into a hug.
Red was the sky. The air glowed from the heat. The roar pounded into her ears and she could feel her skin as it bubbled and blistered in the sun. And then she woke up, to the smell of coffee and bacon. And an empty, cold bed. This morning, the bacon wasn't enough to get her out of bed.
Dragging the heavy pillow over her face, she tried to ignore the world outside her bed. Tried to ignore the cheerful voice singing in the kitchen. It wasn't her turn for that happiness. She sniffed, rubbing her eyes with the pillowcase.
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