A/N: You guys are awesome. Thanks for the support with this. I'm also posting it on my tumblr if you guys like that format better. My tumblr is lame, though, so feel free to ignore it and reply here. No, that's not a hint- that's practically begging. I'm not comfortable with drabbles and I need reviews to tell me how to do this better. So there. But thanks for your kind words so far.

Oh, and just for clarification: I'm going to number these according to when they happen, not how I post them. So I've skipped three days of their summer vacation here and they're now on day four even though it's only the second post. I didn't just not post the in-between ones or anything. I might be a crazy writing machine, but I'm not turning this into a story with ninety plus drabbles. I just... no. My head would explode.

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or Not So Modern Drummer (it's totally real magazine, I'm not creative enough to make this shit up).

Day Four: Cleaning Out My Closet

He's lying on her bed with a copy of 'Not So Modern Drummer' spread out in front of him. Kurt thought the magazine subscription would be a great joke and a huge swipe at Finn for not necessarily liking Top 40. Well, shove it, Kurt – he totally loves the vintage drum stuff. Even if it's all old and way before his time. It's the kind of music he connects with and if he was going to collect anything (which is pointless and would just be more crap he'd have to pick up before Rachel came over and looked at his room with that look like she wants to take a forklift to it just to make it livable even though it's not that bad. What? It's not. It hasn't been that long since they moved and his mom is still in the whole everything-is-new-and-has-to-stay-clean place) he thinks it would be drums or drum stuff.

Plus, it doesn't ruin his life to sit and read it while Rachel is cleaning out her closet. How is this one of her staycation things? Like, really, how is he supposed to be enjoying this?

Her closet is fucking huge and he's pretty sure it's going to take all day; which means he has all day to re-read this and he's glad he brought the book for summer reading for English and it's, like, the first time in his life he thought he would ever think something like that. He needs to find a way to get her out of this house.

She comes out of her closet, tugging a garbage bag full of something. It's taking her some major effort and he wants to know, since she lugs that bag on wheels around the school, exactly what is in it. He wonders if maybe that's where she's kept the bodies all this time.

Okay, not really a nice thing to think about your girlfriend. And she hasn't actually killed anyone, he's positive. He's just gonna point to the earwig she found about an hour ago. She made him carry it outside. Like, straight up, put it in a cup and take it outside. The cup was because he refused to touch it because those things are gross. He wasn't going to actually say that out loud, though, because she seemed creeped out enough for the both of them. But really, if she can't kill a bug—a nasty bug like an earwig, and yes, he shudders again thinking about the stupid thing—then he knows even if she seems kind of angry sometimes, there's no way she's killed someone and hidden their body in a bag in her closet.

Plus, they ran into Santana and Quinn at the mall yesterday and those are the only two people he can think of off the top of his head who would be likely candidates. But now that he's on that, what the hell were they doing shopping together?

Weird.

So Rachel is trying to drag this bag out of the closet and he jumps up. "Whoa, babe. Let me get that."

"It's okay, Finn. I think… well, I'm trying to decide if this stuff is for Goodwill or if I should take it downstairs."

"…don't think the museum needs more clothes," he mutters, wrapping the red plastic loops around his hand.

"Maybe we should clean that out while they're at work. It's embarrassing."

"Nah, it's cute," he corrects, leaning down to kiss the top of her head. "But, um…are we gonna be done here any time soon?"

She looks over her shoulder as they're heading downstairs (he knew she'd keep it. She's not against donating things but her dads kind of seem to be, at least when it comes to things she's, like, touched or breathed on) and her smile is totally cute.

"Sorry. This wasn't exactly the plan," she admits. "But my dads asked me to get this done and Blaine is starting his job today so they weren't free and…and…"

He's got the garbage bag slung over his shoulder so he has a free hand and he uses it to squeeze her shoulder. "S'okay. At least we're kind of hanging out together."

"And I appreciate your repeated, if not somewhat insincere, offers to help." She's still fighting the urge to smile and that smile might be his favorite one of hers. He has time to figure out which one is really his favorite, but the one where she's trying to hide her amusement is pretty awesome—maybe because it's the only thing about her that ever seems like she's holding back. Watching her try to hold anything back is like watching someone do the impossible.

"Well… I try," he says easily as they enter the 'Rachel Berry museum'. It's really a filing and storage room in their basement, but since most of the stuff there has to do with her, that's apparently what they call it and she kind of hates it. But he can tell she loves it at the same time, at least a little bit. Anyway, she keeps refusing to let him look around, claiming embarrassment. Maybe his goal for the summer is to score some time down here. Because she's pretty good about letting him score at least once a day, so that can't really be his only goal—even if, okay, it's his favorite goal. Sue him.

She takes the bag from him and flips it into a corner with what looks like a sort of disturbing wrestling move. He already knows not to mess with her because she's actually way stronger than she looks and he wouldn't do that anyway because she's his girlfriend and he's kind of attached to all the making out they do, so hello, he's not a total idiot…but really, this just adds another layer to all that. Like, if that bag was person (and again, not that he really thinks it could be, but it weighs as much as she does), she just totally owned them.

They go back upstairs and resume their normal positions. He's lying on her bed on his side looking at his magazine and she's, like, deep in the cave of her closet—that thing is huge—but this time is different when she comes out.

She isn't wearing his basketball t-shirt from sophomore year (that drowns her in the cutest way possible) and her yoga pants anymore, but he does recognize what she's got on. It's the shiny red thing that looked just a little slutty (he's not complaining) from when all the girls sang Madonna. He had to try so hard not to think about that thing for a long time, even after they performed. And here she is, standing in front of him, wearing it. Working it.

"I don't know, Finn," she says, as she emerges from the closet. "I mean…I have a trunk for costuming. But should I keep this? I can't think of another way to use it."

His jaw flaps open. He wants to touch her really bad. Difference is, this time he can. And he knows that's her point. Her flirting or whatever you'd call it has never been hard to catch on to.

"I...um… I can think of a few ways. C'mere," he finally says. She gives him that damn it's sexy as hell and you know it so stop trying to argue even in your own head, you retard smile and walks over to him slowly. He pulls her up onto the bed and she ends up falling on top of him and laughing a little bit.

"So is this your favorite outfit I've worn in Glee club?" She asks, tilting her head to the side as he presses his mouth to her neck.

People call him dumb. He's not dumb. He remembers every single thing she's worn and he especially remembers the sexy ones. Sometimes he even remembers them when she's not anywhere near him. Sometimes he remembers them when—well, never mind.

"I dunno," he says. "There have been a lot. You might have to show me some more."

She pulls her neck away from his mouth, where his words danced across her skin and made her shiver. She's smiling, but it's not the sneaky one or the hiding one. This one is totally different and it's the one only he gets to see. This one is his favorite.

Just for the record? The leather was totally his favorite. And it's the last one (of about six) she tries on before he tackles her and tells her she's in time out.