"Look Berry. Snow!" Quinn looked out the window, watching as snow blanketed the world outside.

"Snow?" Rachel got up from the couch, joining her girlfriend at the window. "It's pretty."

"Let's go play in it."

"Play in it?"

Quinn smirked. "Are you going to repeat everything I'm saying?"

"No, I was not. It's common to repeat a question when you need clarification.

"What do I have to clarify? I want to play in the snow."

"But it's cold outside. Let's just stay here. We could make organic cocoa, or sing Christmas songs…" Rachel clapped her hands excitedly. "We could roast chestnuts!"

Quinn rolled her eyes, grabbing her girlfriend by the hand and pulling her off the couch. "Come on Berry. We're playing in the snow."

"Do I have too?"

"Yes."

"Isn't it pretty out here? All white and pure."

Rachel looked up at the sky, watching as a snowflake floated through the air, landing on her nose. She shivered. "It's cold. It's cold. It's cold. It's really, really cold. Can we go in now? If we stay out here more than fifteen minutes, we could get hypothermia."

"Oh my god. Get a grip Berry. We're not going to be out here that long. I just want to make a snow angel and maybe a snowman."

"Bu—"

"Go inside then," Quinn snapped. "If you're just going to be a diva, then go inside." Rachel stood in shock, not sure which insult to address first. "Well?"

"I am not a diva!" Rachel stamped her foot, only to have it sploosh through the snow.

Quinn bit back a laugh at the look of horror on her girlfriend's face. "Wow."

"Ah! Cold cold cold cold cold!" Rachel shrieked, frantically trying to pull her leg free of the snow. "Stuck! It's stuck! My leg's stuck! Hypothermia! My leg'll freeze! They'll have to cut it off! And…and…"

Quinn calmly picked her way across the snow, taking a paper bag out of her pocket and shoving it in Rachel's face. "Breathe Babe." As the bag inflated, she reached down, dislodging Rachel's leg from the snow. "Better?" Rachel shook her head. "Ugh. What now?"

Rachel lowered the bag, looking sheepish. "Cold." She looked down at her leg. "And wet."

"Fine. Come on." Quinn took Rachel's hand, leading her back to the house.

"Sorry I had another…um…diva tantrum on you." Rachel curled further into the blanket, taking the offered cup of cocoa from Quinn.

"It's okay. I've kind of gotten used to it."

"Really?"

"Yeah." Quinn leaned over, placing a kiss on Rachel's forehead. "Comes with dating a diva."

"I am no—" Rachel stopped. "Well, maybe I am a diva. But I can't help it. It's the theater and being in glee club—"

"Rachel."

"Taking ballet and making my own myspace videos—"

"Rachel…"

"All the timing and the practicing and the—"

"Rachel!"

"What?"

"Look, I get it." Quinn chuckled. "You're the diva, and I'm the former bitch and cheerleader who loves you."

"Um…you're still kind of bitchy," Rachel chimed, taking a sip from her mug as Quinn glared at her. "Sorry."

"No, you're right. I…know I can be a bitch sometimes." She smiled. "I guess we both have our faults huh?"

"Yes."

Quinn snuggled into Rachel. "So Berry; we have organic cocoa, we're cuddled under a blanket in front of a fire. Now what?"

Rachel's eyes lit up. "Chestnuts?"

"No."

"Not even little ones?"

"You're not gonna stop until I relent, are you?"

"Part of being a diva."

Quinn groaned. "Okay. Fine. Go get the chestnuts."

"Oh thank you so much Quinn!" Rachel pecked her girlfriend on the cheek, then bounded out of the room toward the kitchen. "Chestnuts roasting on an open fire, Jack Frost nipping at your nose…"

Quinn rolled her eyes. "Yep. I am definitely dating a diva."