AN: A little bit of Finchel for anyone who might actually approve of the couple. Inspired by lyrics from "I Hate Everything About You" by Three Days Grace
Once again I had to dig through skin care products and hair gels and sprays in order to find my shaving cream and razor. It was frustrating. I had thought living with Kurt had been bad but at least he had kept the bulk of that type of stuff to his bedroom. Every now and then a jar or two of something might have gotten left in the bathroom but nothing like this.
And then I didn't even want to think about the mess that would be waiting for me downstairs. Rachel had come home devastated after another round of rejections at auditions. I had let her cry on my shoulder for awhile and then joined her eating some ice cream. She had still been on the couch watching tv when I had come up to bed at eleven and I wouldn't be surprise to find Ben and Jerry's cartons and soda cans littering the coffee table.
Of course later would come the moaning about pigging out and how if she gained too much weight she could kiss Broadway good-bye. Seriously, sometimes I thought that Rachel finding her dream would kill. More than once I had contemplated living alone for awhile to save myself from some of the drama and arguments but I hadn't.
I hadn't because though I may hate a lot of things about her habits and activities, deep down I knew I still loved her.