LbN: Written for Pezberry week. Day 2: Living together. xPosted to Tumblr. The marshmallow fluff conversation is based on an actual conversation your humble author had with her roommate once. ;) Happy reading!

Rice Krispie Treats

Or: Why Santana is Banned from the Kitchen


"Yes, love," Rachel said, peeking into the kitchen.

"I thought you wanted me to make rice krispie treats," Santana said, pouting.

"I did. The stuff is on the top shelf of the pantry."

Santana peered up and smiled. She grabbed the cereal (which had been partially hidden behind a box of fiber bars) and the vanilla flavoring. "I don't see the marshmallow fluff."

"The who?"

"The marshmallow fluff. You know, gooey stuff that comes in a jar. Basically liquefied marshmallows."

"I bought a bag of marshmallows. You just have to melt them."

"What? Why would you do that? Why not just buy the jar of fluff?"

Rachel sputtered indignantly. "Are you kidding? That's the laziest thing ever! It takes all of a minute to melt a bunch of marshmallows. Plus, that stuff is filled with preservatives—more so than the regular marshmallows."

"Fine," Santana grumbled. "I'll do it the old way."

"Good girl."

Exactly a minute and a half later, the smoke alarm went off.

"The hell, Santana?" Rachel asked, running into the kitchen.

Her girlfriend was scraping the charred remains of half a bag of marshmallows into the trash. "They burned!"

"Did you add the melted butter?"


"Oh, for—never mind! I'll make them myself. You are officially banned from the Berry-Lopez kitchen."

Santana went into the living room, turned on the TV, and smirked. Mission accomplished.