200- Cook
"How were the kids today?" Rachel asked, taking a sip of her coffee.
"Squirrely, as usual," Quinn said. "But you don't have to make small talk, bestie. I know there's something on your mind. Out with it."
Rachel smiled. Quinn really was a mind reader at times. "I have…an adult question for you."
Quinn's eyes snapped shut. "I'm having post-traumatic stress…. The last time you said that, Finn had proposed."
"No, no," Rachel said, laughing. "Nothing bad…I just… I wanted your opinion on something."
"Right, sorry. Go ahead."
"…what was your reaction the first time Santana said she'd cook for you?"
Quinn blinked at her.
"Really."
"Um…shock? Gratitude? I'd had a rough day, and she told me to put my feet up, and that she'd take care of dinner. She made German food, randomly enough."
"You weren't…worried at all?"
"No, I knew she could…. Wait. Is Brittany cooking tonight?"
"I don't want to hurt her feelings, but what if it's…scary."
Quinn bit her lip, trying not to laugh. "What did she say she was making?"
"She said it's a surprise. I'm scared, Quinn."
"I'm sure this will be one of those times where B surprises you. In a good way."
