"Oh, dear lord." Finn gagged on his coffee. "Who the fuck made this coffee?" he asked, pouring the rest of his cup down the sink. Logan looked up, setting his newspaper down.

"Colin." He said, pointing to the bathroom. The shower was running and they could faintly hear singing. Finn rolled his eyes and took the kettle off the stove and started filling it up with water. "Where's Reporter Girl? She usually makes the coffee." He said, putting it back on the stove and turning on the burner low. "The good coffee."

"She stayed at her dorm last night." Logan said, walking over to the kitchen and leaning against the counter. Finn nodded vaguely and started rummaging around in the cabinet where they kept the tea.

"What kind of tea are you in the mood for? We have black, green, variants of the two, obviously..." He muttered. "Hmm… but I'm not really feeling green tea this morning, are you? no.. okay, let's look at our black teas. There's English breakfast, but I always find that's a bit bland…. Earl grey?" he moved more boxes around. "Hmm… oh, there's earl grey lavender… but that's lose leaf and I don't know where our infuser is… Just as well, Colin doesn't like lavender teas… let's see… oh! Black vanilla sounds delicious." He turned to Logan. "How does that sound?"

"Oh, you're talking to me now?" he smirked. "Whatever you want to make, your tea is as good as Rory's coffee." Finn nodded and turned back to the tea cabinet and pulled out two tea bags. He dropped them in the tea kettle before turning the burner up higher. He took out the mugs they used for tea and pulled the sugar bowl to him.

"Now, where's my dear little kitten again?" he asked, adding a spoonful of sugar to his. "I wasn't paying attention."

"She stayed at her dorm last night." He said again. "And I take three teaspoons of sugar." He added when Finn had started on his mug. He nodded and added one more.

"Right. How much does Colin take in his?" he asked.

"As much as he does in his coffee."

"Great. So half the cup." Finn frowned, spooning more and more sugar into the grey mug. He shook his head. "Really does know how to ruin a good cup of tea, doesn't he?" he muttered. "He could at least make up for it by making drinkable coffee."

"You can barely make coffee." Logan pointed out.

"But it's passable." Finn said, pointing the spoon at him. "Doesn't make the drinker want to empty the contents of their stomach. And you have no room to talk, Huntzberger. You're dating the Queen of Coffee and you can barely make a cup of drinkable coffee. You have no excuse."

"Rory won't let me touch it!" Logan defended, jumping up on the counter.

"Well, there's only one answer for all of this." Finn said decidedly. "Rory has to stay here every night so she can make coffee for us every morning."

"Or she could teach us."

"No, it wouldn't be any good." Finn shook his head. "No one makes coffee as good as Rory."

"She doesn't stay here just to make us coffee, you know." Logan said, reaching across the sink to grab a poptart.

"Oh, I know." Finn wriggled his eyebrows at him. "I never knew our little Rory could make noises like that…" he said, taking the kettle off the burner as it started to whistle. "I think you forget my room shares a wall with yours."

Logan didn't say anything as he busied himself with opening his poptart. Finn laughed as he poured water in their mugs and stirred them. "Can you get the milk from the fridge?" he asked. Logan jumped down and handed it to him. "Do you want milk in your tea?"

"Just a little." Finn finished making his tea and handed it to Logan and jumped up on the counter across from him. They heard the water turn off and a few minutes later, Colin walked out, pulling a shirt over his head.

"You make disgusting coffee, mate." Finn greeted, holding out his mug. "So it's turned into a tea morning."

"Oh." Colin said, taking his cup. "I made it when I woke up this morning because I was a little hungover and Reporter Girl wasn't up yet. Where is she?"

"She stayed at her dorm last night." Logan sighed, taking a sip of his tea. "But Finn's right, I had a cup and it was the worst cup of coffee I've ever had." He shook his head. "How do you fuck up coffee that bad?"

"At least I tried." He said, leaning against the counter. "Better than you two."

"What time did you wake up?"

"Eight."

"Because you woke up ungodly early." Finn rolled his eyes. "But at least I can make a damn good cup of tea." He raised his cup. "That you ruin, by the way, but putting so much fucking sugar in it."

"Well, excuse me if I like my tea a little sweet."

"No." Finn shook his head, reaching to refill his cup. "You ruin a perfectly good up of tea."

There was knock on the door. Logan moved to jump down when Finn yelled, "It's open!" and Rory pushed the door open.

"You weren't here to make coffee this morning and Colin tried and he makes horrible, disgusting coffee and now it's a tea morning!" Finn said in a rush. Rory's eyes widened as she closed the door behind her. Colin grabbed an apple from the bowl on the counter and threw it at Finn. Logan jumped down from the counter and walked to the living room to greet Rory. She dropped her school bag on the armchair closest to the door before giving Logan a quick kiss.

"Good morning to you, too." Rory smiled, slipping her hand in his free hand. "Who made tea?" she asked, jumping up onto the counter. Logan leaned between her legs.

"I did, I did!" Finn said, jumping down and taking her mug out of the cabinet. "How do you take you tea, kitten?"

"One spoonful of sugar and a splash of milk." She replied, running her hands through Logan's hair.

"Finally, someone in this house knows how to take their tea." He said, pouring her tea. He added her milk and handed it to her before nodding to Colin. "This fucker has more sugar than tea in his cup."

Colin took a drink of tea before holding his cup close to him. "I like my tea sweet!"

"That's also the same way he takes his coffee." Logan added before turning to Colin.. "That's probably why you could drink your god awful coffee this morning." Rory gasped.

"Colin McCrae!" she hissed. "Why would you ruin the nectar of the gods like that?" she slammed her cup down and reached for his cup. "Let me taste your tea." She demanded. Colin held the cup out of her reach but Finn grabbed it and handed it to her. She took a sip and almost gagged. "How have your teeth not rotted out?" she handed it back to him.

"My teeth are perfectly fine." He said defensively.

Rory rolled her eyes. "You made that coffee?" she asked, pointed to the coffee machine next to him. He crossed his arms and nodded. "Let me taste it."

"It's probably cold now, so it won't taste any good…"

"Honey, if it didn't taste good to begin with, it won't matter." Rory said, watching Finn pour her a cup. "But we can warm it up if you think it'll help."

"No, it's still warm, kitten." Finn said before passing it over to her. Rory took a sip and spit it out over the sink. She narrowed her eyes at Colin.

"What were you thinking this morning? Were you just tired and not paying attention to what you were doing? Or do you not actually know how to make coffee?"

"At least I tried!"

"And you failed." Logan snorted, handing Rory a piece of his poptart. She nibbled on it for a minute before washing it down with tea.

"Better than you two." Colin snapped.

"No, we know we can't make coffee so we don't." Finn said, crossing his legs. "You know and you still did it anyway."

"Well, the difference is Colin makes the worst out of all of us." Logan said, handing Rory another piece of poptart. "You and I make passible coffee." He said before turning to his girlfriend. "But, really, what we're saying, Ace, is… can you teach us?"

"I don't need you to teach me." Finn said from his perch on the counter. "I'm happy with tea and my passible coffee." He paused to take a drink of tea.

"No, you're not, Finn." Rory said, jumping down. "Because my coffee is the only thing that helps your hangovers."

"Well. If you teach Logan and Colin right, I'll just ask them to make it for me if you're not here when I'm hungover."

"Or you could learn, too, dick." Logan said. Finn groaned and looked at Rory who nodded.

"It's not too hard, Finn." She assured him. "I'll teach you how to make coffee and I'll let you teach me how to make a good cup of tea."

"Well, really, it takes time…" he muttered, jumping down from the counter. "But I guess so, and I'll make better coffee than either of these two!"

Rory started on Colin. "Who taught you how to make coffee?"

"I did…" he said quietly.

"Oh, honey." She said sadly. "Alright, take this and wash it, it's absolutely disgusting." She said, handing him the coffee pot.

"I tried!"

"I know, I know, you tried." She said, shaking her head as she took the filter out and looked at it. The bottom of it was barely covered in coffee grounds and she tapped Colin on the back. He turned around. "Do you see this? There's hardly any coffee in this filter. That's why that coffee tasted so bad."

"How much are you supposed to put in?" He asked, turning back to the pot. Rory sighed.

"Are you almost done?" She asked, taking the coffee out of the freezer.

"Yeah, just let me dry it." Colin said, grabbing a dishtowel.

"No, no you don't need to dry it, just fill it to the ten cup mark, then bring it over here."

"Oh," Colin threw the dishtowel on the counter and filled the pot as directed before carefully walking back to Rory. Logan and Finn moved out of his way as he poured it in the back of the machine and Rory added a nice clean filter to the top of it. She shook the bag of coffee at the three of them.

"Okay," she said, opening it. "You can't just cover the bottom of the filter and call it a day, Colin." She looked at him. "I never let Logan make coffee, but last time I was here and Finn made coffee, you tried to make it with vodka. So we're already one step ahead of that." She rolled her eyes. "Anyway, fill at least halfway." She said, starting to fill it.

"That's almost to the top, kitten." Finn said when Rory finally put the bag down. She looked at him.

"You guys like my coffee?"

"Yes, but still, that's a lot…" Logan said.

"This is how I always make it." She said, handing him the bag of coffee. "Now please put this back." She said as she closed the lid and pushed the start button. "And now we wait."

"So, are we going out tonight?" Finn asked, lighting a cigarette. Rory wrinkled her nose and moved her notebook out of the way of his ashtray.

"If I get this paper done, maybe." She said, looking at him at of the side of her eye.

"Don't give me that look, kitten, you smoke every once and a while." Finn narrowed his eyes at her, exhaling his smoke in her direction.

"First of all, dick move." Rory said, sitting up, and closing her book on her finger. "And, second of all—"

"Okay, children, that's enough." Logan cut in before they got in one of their famous fights. Rory and Finn glared at him. Logan threw his hands up, looking at Colin.

"Second of all," Rory continued, shooting a look at Logan before glaring at Finn. "Just because I smoke every once in a while doesn't mean I want ash on my notes or smoke in my face." She said coolly.

"You don't have to study outside, you know." Finn pointed out.

"But then you lot are yelling through the window asking me to settle stupid arguments." Rory rolled her eyes.

"Bullshit!" Finn cried, throwing his head back.

"Oh, please, I can't go five minutes without hearing 'Rory, Rory, Rory—"

"How long do you think they're going to go at it this time?" Colin leaned in and asked Logan. He shook his head, pulling out a cigarette.

"Last time it went on for an hour." He said, watching Rory throw her pencil at Finn.

"Then we went out to get drinks…" Colin said slowly, lightly hitting Logan on the arm.

"Oh, that clever motherfucker." Logan laughed, shaking his head.

"At least I can function a whole day without alcohol." Rory snapped back at Finn. She had abandoned her books on the ground and was standing up, barely a foot away from Finn. He narrowed his eyes at her. "You can't go a whole day without drinking a bottle of scotch." She finished, raising an eyebrow.

"You have a panic attack if you leave the house without at least three books." Finn spat back.

"Should we stop them before they start hitting each other?" Colin asked. Logan paused.

"I don't think they'll get that far this time." He muttered back. "But if they do, I'll grab Rory, you grab Finn."

"Rory was drunk last time." Colin said fairly.

Logan nodded. "They're so catty."

"You didn't know how to properly made coffee until yesterday morning!"

"You can't make tea!"

"I don't drink tea!" Rory yelled back. "And it doesn't take a genius to make tea!" They stared at each other for a minute before bursting into laughter.

"Drinks?" Finn asked, picking Rory's books up and handing them to her. She looked at her notebook briefly, still laughing.

"Of course."

"You realize Finn started that fight so we could go out tonight, right?" Logan asked Rory as they stood at the bar, waiting for their drinks. Rory nodded.

"Yeah, but it's fun to fight with him." She smiled, leaning into his arms. "They're not real fights and at least we didn't hit each other this time."

"You were drunk last time." Logan pointed out.

"Oh, right." She laughed. "So was Finn!"

"No, Finn's always drunk." Logan reached over to pick up their drinks. "It was a bitch to pull you two apart." he said, leading her back to their normal seat. Rory rolled her eyes and slid into the empty seat across from Colin and Finn.

"Is he talking about the last time when we got physical?" Finn asked, nodding towards Logan. Rory laughed.

"Don't worry, though, I defended you." she said, taking a drink.

"Did you say he was drunk? Because he's always drunk and that's never a valid defense for Finn. He's drunk more than he's sober." Colin said. "However, if you said he was sober…"

"It would be a lie, but it would be more valid of a defense than he was drunk." Logan finished, pulling Rory to his side. Finn rolled his eyes.

"Ah, fuck you, mate."

They all roared with laughter after a minute of silence.

It was almost morning when Rory snuck into Logan's room. It was still dark and his room was cold with the windows open. She slipped out of her jeans and threw her grey sweater to the side of the bed before crawling under the covers. Logan automatically wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her close to him.

"What are you doing up, baby?" He murmured sleepily.

"I couldn't sleep." She whispered back, snuggling into his embrace. He kissed her shoulder.

"Sleep." He muttered.

"I should be able to now that I'm with you." she kissed his bicep and closed her eyes and tried to fall asleep. She listened to Logan's slow and steady breathing for a little while, just watching the back of her eyes. When he turned over, Rory sighed and got up, tired of pretending to sleep. She grabbed one of Logan's flannels on the floor next to the bed and a pair of shorts and tiptoed out of the room. She quietly closed the door and made her way to the kitchen. Finn shot up on the couch and Rory jumped.

"What are you doing up so late, kitten?" he asked quietly.

"I couldn't sleep." She answered softly. "So I was going to make a cup of tea."

"Oh, I can make you a cup of tea to help you sleep, kitten, all you had to do ask." He jumped up and ran to the kitchen, taking the kettle off the stove and filling it up with water.

"I didn't know if you'd be awake." Rory said, jumping up on the counter. Finn looked at her and smiled.

"You know I don't sleep, dollface." He winked at her, putting the kettle back on the burner. "Now, what kind of tea do you want?" he asked, moving to the tea cabinet. "We have chamomile, peppermint… oh, is that lavender? I forgot we had lavender tea. Oohh, there's lemon tea… hmm, st john's wort… but I feel like this is not the time for that. Oh, here's honey vanilla chamomile! Delicious and smells lovely." He looked at Rory. "How does that sound, kitten?"

"Sounds amazing." Rory smiled at him.

"Okay, I'll put it on low and we can go outside and smoke. That'll help relax you a little, yeah?"

"Sometimes. Sometimes it wakes me up." She shrugged. "But I haven't slept much this week, so hopefully this will relax me."

"I'll get you a blanket." He helped her down from the counter and walked to the living room. "It's a little chilly out there." He said looking back at her, grabbing his black woven blanket off of the couch.

"Thank you." Rory smiled, taking the blanket from him and leading the way out the back door. She sat on the chair by the door and took a cigarette from cigarette and allowed Finn to light it. He sat down across from her and lit one for himself and exhaled slowly.

"It's always so weird seeing you smoke because it doesn't happen often." He laughed.

"I'm just not a big fan of the way it smells, you know?" she took a drag. "Wait. No, I like the way it smells, just not the way it makes me smell."

"Fair enough." Finn said through a cloud of smoke. "Why can't you sleep, kitten?"

"I go through phases." Rory shrugged. "Sometimes I can sleep, sometimes I can't." she said, taking a long drag. "I've gotten used to it. I used to take sleeping pills, but they don't work anymore. So, now I just suffer through it. I can survive without sleep for a few days."

"All you need is tea, kitten." Finn said, grabbing her hand. "Have you ever tried tea?"

"No, just sleeping pills." She sighed. "Occasionally washed down with vodka, if it's really bad." She took a drag off of her cigarette. "I did take a hit off of Logan's pipe once or twice and that kind of helped."

"Tea will help." Finn assured her. "I've never come across a problem that tea can't fix." He paused. "Or alcohol." He put his cigarette out. "I think our tea's ready, kitten. Do you want another one? is it working?"

"Let me come in and get my slippers and help you make my tea and see how I'm feeling." Rory smiled, taking his hand to help her up.

"Sounds like a plan." He grinned, opening the door for her. "One spoonful of sugar and I think I'm going to add a splash of whiskey instead milk." He said, heading to the kitchen. "I think that will help you sleep."

"Sounds lovely." Rory said, looking around the living room for her slippers. When she couldn't find them, she slipped quietly into Logan's room and found them by the door. She grabbed them and closed the door behind her.

"Did you find them, kitten?"

"I did!" She said, shuffling towards him, pulling her blanket tighter around herself. "Is the tea ready?"

"All ready, kitten." Finn smiled, handing her mug to her. "Want to go back outside?"

"Can we walk around for a bit?"

"Of course." He opened the door for her. Rory smiled at him and took a sip of her tea. Her eyes widened.

"I feel like there's more whiskey in here than tea." She blinked.

"Oh, kitten, you can only taste it more because it's tea." Finn said, offering her a cigarette. Rory took it and Finn lit it for her.

"Are you sure? Or are it's because you put a lot in it?" she smirked after taking her first drag. Finn laughed, lighting his.

"Okay, I did put a little much."

"That's what I thought." Rory said, nudging him. Finn rolled his eyes, throwing an arm around her.

"How are you feeling?" he asked through a cloud of smoke. "Tired yet?"

"I'm defiantly getting there." She smiled as they walked under a tree.

"Good." Finn said, turning them down a path lined with trees. "Finish your tea and I'm sure you'll fall right into bed." He kissed her forehead.

"Thank god." She sighed. "I've slept like four, five hours this week."

"Oh, kitten." He pulled her closer. "I'll be here for you if you need help sleeping. I'll make you the tea."

"Good tea." Rory squeezed his hand. "And I'll make the good coffee for you." she winked at him.

"Deal." He kissed her forehead again. "But it was still useful having you teach us the other day." He looked at her seriously. "Sleepy enough to go home now?"

"Yes, please."

"Need to be carried?"

"Possibly." Rory said slowly. "I'll let you know in a minute." And she took her final drag of her cigarette and finished her tea before he tea started dragging and Finn started laughing.

"Come here, kitten."

"No, no, we're close enough to home, I'm okay." She said drowsily, dragging her feet. "Just… just hold me up."

Finn laughed and held her up for a few minutes.

"We're almost there, Finn, I got it. I can see it!" She pulled herself and grabbed the cigarette from behind Finn's hear and looked at Finn. He laughed and lit it for her. When they reached the porch, Rory fell into the chair and took a long drag off of her cigarette before letting it fall to the floor. Finn laughed and stepped on the cigarette and scooped Rory up from the chair. He quietly opened Logan's door and walked to the bed and pulled the blankets back before setting her in bed. Logan opened his eyes.

"I thought she was already in bed. What happened?"

"She got up cos she couldn't sleep. I gave her tea spiked with whiskey and she smoked a little and we walked around a little and she almost passed out on the way home." he explained, pulling the blankets up. Logan nodded.

"She hasn't been sleeping much." He muttered, looking down at Rory. Finn nodded.

"So she's said." He sat on the edge of the bed. "Do you know why?"

"It just happens sometimes." He shrugged. "I don't know what know what to do for her."

"Tea and whiskey."

"I'll just send her to you." Logan said, running a hand through her hair.

"I'm always up." Finn smiled.

"I know." Logan smiled faintly at his friend. "Thank you."