rachelbarbra:

Rachel could barely contain her excitement. Marked on her little calendar - she had upgraded from the cat calendars after a classmate told her that they were a bit too childish - with stars all around were the words ‘Moving Day’. Today felt like a big day because she was finally going to be sharing her an apartment with Finn. Both of them had recently graduated from their respective colleges and decided beforehand that it would be the responsible decision to move in together after. Now that it was after, she was happy to get a move on with the day.

She pulled out her phone and sent Finn a quick text: I hope you’re ready for today. Be there in ten. Rachel’s little apartment that she had rented off-campus was packed up, only a few boxes remaining that she would take with her on the trip to Finn’s. Everything else was already in the moving van; they had just needed Finn’s stuff which what today was going to be about. And by the end of the day they were going to be living together. She sighed happily as she got in her car, putting the boxes in the trunk, and driving to Finn’s. It wasn’t the easiest of years, but the two had made it. They were happy together. And to her, that was all that mattered.

The loud blaring noise coming from his phone was the last thing Finn wanted to hear at this hour in the morning. He rolled over in bed, his legs tangled with the sheets as he reached over to grab his phone that sat on the bare end table. He blinked a few times to regain his full vision back before flipping over his phone, opening up the new text message. It was from Rachel, of course. He should have known. A small smile started to appear on his face as his fingers slid across the keys in attempt to come up with a coherent reply: Cool. Yeah, I’m totally ready. He sent the message on it’s way before throwing his legs over the bed, stumbling onto the floor. 

He wasn’t exactly prepared for moving day, like in the whole being all packed up sense, but he was more than ready to move in with Rachel. He’s only been waiting 4 years (at least) for this day to come. That thought motivated him to brush his teeth, comb his hair, and get dressed in a timely manner. Once he was finished, he reached for the box that sat near his closet door and picked it up, hugging it to his right side as he walked to his desk. In an attempt to burn some time, he started putting away the things that he had forgotten to pack away last night.

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