Spider
Quinn was wrapped up in a few blankets, wearing her favorite flannel footie pajamas. For once, she had the house to herself. Brittany had Ares and Ava at a dance clinic, Abraxas had come down and kidnapped Santana, and they were up at his art gallery schmoozing with the snobs. Rachel and Allie were gone to see Wicked (for the 38th time), so that left her alone to relax and catch up on her reading.
She took a sip of her hot chocolate and flipped to the next page of The Journal of the Curious Letters. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw something move. "AAAARGH!" She tossed her book halfway across the room and spilled hot chocolate everywhere scrambling out of bed.
When the rest of the family came home, they found Quinn on the couch still trembling.
"What's wrong, babe?" Brittany asked, rushing over.
"Giant. Spider."
"I'm sure it's not that bad," Ares said, marching up the stairs to do his manly duty. Ava followed behind him.
About half a minute later, they heard him yell. They could hear him and Ava having a brief, but loud argument, in which the word "pet" could be heard. They reappeared moments later, with the youngest Fabray-Lopez-Pierce-Berry child carrying the eight-legged menace.
"It's my friend Jerry's pet," Ava explained apologetically. "I'm watching him while he's on vacation with his family. His name is Shelob, and he's perfectly harmless."
"Shelob was a girl," Brittany remarked.
"That's your response to your daughter carrying a creeping night terror?" Quinn asked, shuddering at the sight of the tarantula.
Brittany shrugged. "It could be worse. She could've been pet sitting a snake…."