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Disclaimer: Fox owns the Glee money making machine and RBI came up with the original idea. Not mine.
Pairing/Character: Quinn, Rachel, OC
When/Where: AU.
Word Count: 200 (Double Drabble ) ( 67 of 100 )

Rachel wasn't quite sure what was going on, but she didn't think she liked it. She'd suggested an informal dinner meeting with Amanda, her new agent at her apartment, but watching her flirt with Quinn over dinner was not how she'd expected the evening to go.

"So, how'd you end up Rachel's agent," Quinn asked, between bites of vegetarian lasagna.

"She's been with us for two years," Amanda said. "With her show heading for Broadway, it was felt she needed a more personal touch. So here I am."

"Which means?" Quinn asked.

"If you aren't represented by a talent agency," Rachel said, "your options are limited. After all of those tv talent shows too many people have inflated ideas of their abilities, so most shows stopped holding open auditions. You need to be with an agency to get your foot in the door. An agent opens even more doors."

"Now that she has me, the sky's the limit," Amanda said.

"I see," Quinn said.

"Have you thought about getting an agent yourself?" Amanda asked.

"I don't act, or sing," Quinn said.

"You aren't Rachel, certainly, but with that face and figure I can see you modeling."

"Not interested," Quinn said.

griefofdawn: (Default)
Disclaimer: Fox owns the Glee money making machine and RBI came up with the original idea. Not mine.
Pairing/Character: Quinn, Rachel, OC
When/Where: AU.
Word Count: 200 (Double Drabble ) ( 66 of 100 )

Quinn hit the apartment buzzer with an elbow, while juggling the bags of takeout. She wasn't sure why Rachel had asked her to pick up dinner on the way home, instead of having it delivered, but she assumed there was a very Rachel reason.

"Yes?" Rachel's voice echoed tinnily from the speaker.

"Rach? Open the door before I drop dinner," Quinn said, loudly. Sighing in relief at the loud click from the door, Quinn pushed it open and slipped into the lobby. From there it was a simple matter of pushing elevator buttons.

Putting the large bags down while the elevator made its slow way up to their floor, Quinn rubbed her cold, aching hands. They weren't heavy but after four block her hands needed a break.

Grabbing the bags when the elevator door opened, Quinn stomped to the apartment door, quickly pushing the doorbell.

"I'll get it!" an unknown voice shouted from inside the apartment. The door swung open revealing a tall raven haired woman who made Quinn feel like she'd suddenly shrunk to Rachel size. "Rachel? You didn't mention the delivery girl was gorgeous," she said, winking at Quinn. "I'm going to have to order from there myself."

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