whythinktoomuch:

a quick fix.

Kara and Lena have been texting on and off all day, as patently platonic best friends are wont to do. Their conversation is pretty routine until Lena starts telling Kara about her latest blind date, which had gone terribly. 

Not only was Lena’s date self-aggrandizing and plain ol’ boring, he had chosen a seafood restaurant despite being informed of her rampant shellfish allergy. Which of course meant – to Kara’s never-ending horror – that Lena didn’t actually get the chance to eat much during her so-called dinner date. 

Sounds like you’re hungry for more, Kara texts back.

You have no idea.

Kara hems and haws for a bit, trying to think of something simple and dainty that she can whip up for her dear, dear friend. What about a quickie?

It’s a long while before Lena actually replies, A what?

You know, a quickie! With me! Something light and easy, but still delicious enough to hit the spot.

Are you being serious?

Kara rolls her eyes. As if she would ever joke about food. Yes! I’ll come over right now if you want.

This time it’s an even longer while before the reply comes, but when it does, it warms all the little cockles of Kara’s thumping heart, Yes. Okay. Yes. I’d actually like that very much.

With a small whoop and a triumphant fist pump, Kara scrambles over to her refrigerator to obtain all the necessary ingredients and is standing outside Lena’s apartment within the span of 20 short minutes. A broad grin still plastered across her face, Kara knocks on the door only to drop an armful of eggs, mushrooms, feta cheese, and kale all over Lena’s pristine white carpet when her friend answers the door in nothing but a see-through negligee and some lacy underwear.

It isn’t until much, much later – after excessive blushing and stuttering explanations – that Lena’s vehement insistence that it’s called QUICHE can be heard from almost two towns over.