A/N: So, I wasn't really planning to write more chapters for this fic, but the idea of the title came up and I felt like I had to write it. Hope you like it :)
Rachel knocked on the big Brown door a few times before checking on her clothes for the one hundredth time. She accommodated the red bow on her head yet again and tried, unsuccessfully, to make her hair a little curlier at the bottom.
The door was opened by her friend who was beyond being joyful. Quinn had a knee-length baby blue dress with a scoop neck that fitted her perfectly and complemented the blue lace tied to her golden hair.
"Rachel!" Quinn shouted excitedly and hugged her newest friend. "I'm so happy you came!"
"Yeah, me too." She smiled politely. "And Barbra is also happy we came." Rachel took the bunny out of her red and white messenger bag.
"Hi, Barbra. It's nice to see you again." The blonde girl squeezed the animal's leg playfully in a handshake. "C'mon, let's go inside. Granny is pre-heating the oven so we can make our cookies."
Quinn leaded the way through the house until they arrived to the kitchen, where a woman with salt and pepper hair greeted Rachel with a soft smile.
"You must be Rachel, my granddaughter has talked great things about you, young girl" The elder woman extended her hand and the small brunette took it gently. "I'm Teresa Fabray."
"It's nice to meet you, Mrs. Fabray." Rachel said and let Teresa's hand go.
"Granny, can we start making the cookies? My tummy is asking for them!" Quinn yelled in excitement.
"Sure, darling. Why don't you go and pick up some aprons for the two of you? I'll go get the ingredients." A second after Mrs. Fabray said that, her granddaughter was running to get the pair of aprons for Rachel and herself.
She came back in less than a minute and handed one of them to her friend. "I've got this one today; it has big stars all over it so I thought you'd like it." Quinn said with a shy grin as she watched Rachel put the apron on.
"It's so pretty! I love it! Thank you so much Quinn!" The seven-year-old, unexpectedly, hugged her friend quickly and tightly. When Rachel let the little blonde go of her embrace she saw Quinn's pink cheeks reddening and felt how her own face went pinker and pinker.
"Where do we start?" The brunette said trying to hide her blush.
Mrs. Fabray smiled at both girls and taught them the first steps for baking. The pair of friends followed every instruction they received. They both broke one egg each and mixed them with the rest of the ingredients. When the time of getting dirty arrived, Teresa divided the dough in two and gave one part to Rachel and the other one to Quinn.
The girls shared a look of revulsion but giggled immediately. Their hands met the dough and they laughed while they kneaded it. Rachel started feeling the mixture sticking to her fingers, so she expressed herself with a 'Yuck' and Mrs. Fabray gave her some flour and explained to the little duo it will help detach the dough from the skin.
When they've finished kneading, Quinn's grandmother stretched the dough and covered the kitchen counter with it. She opened a drawer from where she took different styles of cookie cutters and placed them over the marbled surface.
Rachel and Quinn exchanged looks as they saw the bunny shaped cutter. The girls quickly started cutting the dough with the elements she had received and when they were done, Teresa placed the soon-to-be cookies on an ovenproof dish and put it inside the oven.
"That's it, girls. Go and play for a while, I'll call you when the cookies are ready." Mrs. Fabray motioned both of them to the living room so they'd have more space to play.
Rachel and Quinn did as they were told and took place in the big dark blue couch located in the room. After less than five minutes, Teresa came with two big plastic cups filled with hot chocolate. The pair of friends thanked her and she went back to the kitchen.
"I like your grandma." Rachel said as she took the first sip of her mug. "And I LOVE how she makes hot chocolate!" She drank another bit of the drink. Quinn smiled and did the same.
"Maybe we can get Barbra some orange juice. Does she like that?" The blonde asked, supposing her grandmother's hot chocolate could be bad for the little bunny.
"I don't know… What if she's allergic to it?" Rachel told Quinn worried.
"She can't be allergic to orange juice." Quinn said as a matter-of-fact.
"Why? She's allergic to carrots as I am, but I've never drank orange juice, so maybe I'm allergic to it and she is it too." The tiny brunette said.
"And why should she be allergic to the same things you are?" Quinn asked confused.
"You know that in cartoons all the dogs are alike their owners?" The blonde nodded. "Well, the same thing happens with bunnies." Rachel explained to her friend.
"Oh." Quinn understood Rachel's point and an idea appeared in her mind. "Let's see what's in the fridge and we'll give her whatever you're not allergic to."
"Okay"
The two friends walked into the kitchen where Mrs. Fabray was reading a few steps from the oven. The elder woman looked up to see what the girls have in mind but didn't interrupt them.
"So, apart from the orange juice we have… coffee…" Rachel shook her head. "…soda…"
"She won't like it" The brunette said.
"Yeah, I thought the same. " Quinn smiled and resumed their search. "We've got, wine?"
"Eew! Nope." Rachel shook her head again without hesitating.
"Well, the only thing left is apple juice." The blonde said with almost a defeated voice.
"She'll love it." Rachel smiled and they filled a bowl with apple juice. Quinn placed it near Barbra and the pair of friends waited until she drank it.
Meanwhile, Teresa alternated her attention between the oven and the two girls.
After a couple more of minutes, she called her granddaughter and her friend to the kitchen. They removed the dish from the oven and when the cookies were cold they put them on a green plate and the three females tasted them at the same time. Moans of delight were exchanged and even Barbra enjoyed her own bunny-shaped chocolate cookie.
The girls will share a cookie with you if you review this chapter :)