Prompt Post #7
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Finn knows not to wake Kurt between the hours of eleven and seven; Kurt knows not to interrupt Finn when he’s in the middle of a Call of Duty streak unless it’s to bring four cheese pizza to wolf down during a break. Finn can name almost all of Kurt’s lotions off the top of his head, and Kurt knows most of the names of the football players on the Ohio State team.
It’s not that big of a step for them when they move into an apartment together in New York. There are a few obvious differences- no Carole to do the laundry or cook dinner, no Burt to buy groceries and fix things- but they pick up the slack, Kurt adopting Carole’s chores and Finn Burt’s.
It’s when Rachel moves in at the start of their second semester, moaning about evil roommates and moldy sock drawers, that they hit the snag. She pays for a third of the rent, that’s true, but she just doesn’t fit there.
Assuming Kurt and Finn will do her parts for her, she doesn’t take over any of the chores aside from writing the shopping lists. She adds tofu and organic vegetables, fruits from Hawaii and Australia. Their grocery bill skyrockets, as does that of their heating. She likes the apartment at a comfortable 72 degrees but their heater is broken and to reach that heat they have to crank it to 90. She uses up all the hot water and complains when they stay up past 9:30 yet wakes them up at the crack of dawn to clanking pots and pans and the smell of Faken Bacon. But the worst part is that she never so much as apologizes.
Kurt sighs, shoving his glasses up on the bridge of his nose as he surveys yet another sky-high heating bill. Dropping it on the table, he rubs his eyes. He can hear the faint sounds of football in the other room- Finn must be watching it. Kurt glances at the clock. It’s ten a.m. on a Saturday. Football? Then Kurt remembers Rachel had insisted on watching Dancing with the Stars on Monday, forcing him to tevo it. He sighs again.
“Finn!” he calls. “I need to talk to you!”
The cheering from on-screen fans stops as Finn pauses the TV, then a second later his step-brother appears in the doorway. He looks tired- probably because he hasn’t been able to sleep in past five the last few days due to Rachel. “Yeah?”
Wordlessly, Kurt gestures to the power bill. Finn’s eyes go wide as he reads the final price. “Wow,” he mutters.
“We can’t keep doing this.”
Kurt expects Finn to protest- she is his girlfriend, after all- but he just sighs, resigned, and nods. “I- I know. I keep trying to figure out the polite way to tell her but-”
“I get it,” Kurt interrupts him. “You’re the nice guy, and you love her. So do I. But we can’t afford this.”
Finn nods again, then looks up at Kurt. “What are we gonna do?”
The next morning they sit Rachel down at the breakfast table and explain. Or they try too.
“I don’t get why it bothers you!” she insists, her Faken Bacon forgotten as she leans earnestly towards them. “My dads never complained!”
Kurt is pleasantly surprised when Finn says, “They’re your parents, Rachel, or course they won’t complain! Me and Kurt are putting in more then our fair share right now! You do no chores, get expensive vegan food, use all the hot water, and our heating bill is super high!”
She crosses her arms sourly. “I don’t know what you want me to do,” she says loftily.
Kurt sighs. “We love you, Rachel, we do, but we can’t afford this anymore. I- I think you should go back to the dorms.”
She gasps, pressing her hand to her heart. “How could you do this to me? Those rooms are atrocious!”
“I think you’ll survive, Rachel,” Kurt says grimly, standing up. His chair slides back with a loud squeak. “I already called your roommate, and while she’s not thrilled she says you can come back tonight.”
Rachel gapes. “I can’t believe you,” she says finally. “I thought you loved me.”
“We do,” Finn says. “But our love does not fill a bank account.”
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