Quinn jumped up the stairs leading to her apartment on the 3rd floor keys ready in her hand. It's been a good day, one of those good days that she's had since her 2 years in New York. With a big smile on her face, she turns her key in the lock and swings it open expecting to see her girlfriend lazing on their L-shaped couch reading with that cute spectacles that she finds incredibly sexy. What she doesn't expect is to find a frozen doe eyed Rachel leaning on their kitchen counter, spoon in her mouth with an economy size tub of peanut butter in front of her.
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It all started over breakfast a few months ago when Quinn declared Rachel a peanut butter addict.
"Prove it"
"You dip fruits and vegetables in it" Quinn's hands moved to form inverted commas in the air "as snacks, your food cabinet has a bunch of peanut butter flavoured vegan junk food and just last week, you asked the waiter at the cafe whether they had any, because you wanted to dip your fries in it" Quinn finished with a huge grin.
"Rubbish" Rachel picked the jam jar in front of her and waved it in front of Quinn. "You see, baby, if I were an addict, I would only make PB sandwiches, not PB & J, so your claim that I am a peanut butter addict? is nothing more but a baseless accusation established on my favourite spread. And it's not as if I eat it on a daily basis."
The conversation ended with an "I dare you" and a huffed "You're on". After all, Rachel Berry never backed down from a challenge.
And that is how Rachel finds herself in this sucky situation. She sulks and watches Quinn with a sickly sweet smile move around their rented apartment trash bag in hand . How could she overlook the possibility that Quinn's class could be canceled and - oh crap, she's looking through Rachel's vinyl records and she closes her eyes. She hears Quinn snort and say "Wow, I didn't know they made wafers this thin."
15 minutes later, Quinn sits on their coffee table facing Rachel who refuses to look at her. She had found peanut butter snacks all over their apartment: under their bed, in jacket pockets, behind books, drawers that Quinn would never go through...you name it.
The bag she used to collect her girlfriend's peanut butter stash is half full because Rachel had removed them from their original packaging. In fact, come to think of it, Quinn thinks her girlfriend might've purposely bought those that came in separate packagings. Well, besides the 2 other jars of peanut butter she had found in her own food cabinet that were stuffed all the way to the back which she was sure it wasn't her who bought them.
Quinn stares at her red face pouting girlfriend who refuses to make eye contact, so she laughs. She laughs harder as a pillow smacks her in the face and she throws herself on her girlfriend and they both laugh at their silliness.
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"Baby, you're a bacon junkie" Quinn looks up from her English breakfast that she's ordered extra bacon to a sipping tea Rachel with a oh-please-tell-me-you-didn't-just-say-that look. The brunette internally laughs. She can't wait to see Quinn's face when she pulls out her girlfriend's emergency bacon the blonde keeps behind her non-organic ice cream pints.