200- Fabreeze
The three friends had hectic schedules during the week, sometimes hardly seeing each other, so they liked to relax with a stack of movies on the weekends.
When Rachel gasped and looked up at the other two with wide eyes, they knew that they wouldn't be relaxing that day.
"What's up, Berry Kix?" Santana asked.
"My parents are coming."
"WHAT?" she and Quinn yelped.
"They'll be here in four hours."
All three of them looked around the apartment. They lived like boys. The first time Santana had pointed this out, she'd gotten a talking-to from Rachel about gender stereotypes…. But the point was none of them ever felt like cleaning up, so the apartment looked like a Category 5 had hit.
"Santana," Quinn said calmly. "I need you to go to the store and get groceries. There's a list on the fridge. Rachel, you get showered and changed and go pick up some flowers and fresh fruit from the market. I'll start cleaning.
"But—"
"Nope. I've got this."
The apartment was spotless when they got back.
"It smells like Christmas and strawberries," Santana said in awe.
"What…?"
"Magic," Quinn said, tucking her bottle of Fabreeze out of sight.