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Quinn Fabray can kill you with her crazy eyes (overthebra) wrote in wariscoming,

The kitchen was the place where Quinn's current craving lived, an entire packet of popsicles she'd made Puck buy her, they were amazing, and they were hers and if anyone had stolen them Quinn would not be held responsible for her actions. He'd told her he'd left them in the freezer part of the fridge downstairs with a note saying they were hers and told her that there was juice there too. He wasn't always an egghead she supposed. He had his moments, though why he couldn't have just handed her the licorice she didn't know. She finally managed to get to the kitchen when she realised she wasn't alone and that there was someone at the fridge. If they were taking her popsicles she thought she might cry. Irrationally. Might even be foot stomping, she couldn't say there wouldn't be she thought amusing herself, if no one else. Puck said she wasn't funny. But what did he know.

"Are there popsicles in the freezer with my name on them?" she asked, "If so can I have an blue one." Yes blue, she was sure it was a kind of fruit, but currently it was blue. It was unlikely anyone had stolen it, it being January and cold and everything. But dammit, Quinn wanted popsicles. She looked around while she waited to see were they there still and smiled, "You making chilli?" she asked curiously, judging by what was on the counter, he was. She'd have to get him to make her extra spicy in a few months. The books said that was a good plan.