A/N: It bothers me so much seeing unfinished projects on my author's page. So, this little fic is finally, finally completed. Thank goodness!

Rachel and Finn move into a one bedroom, one bathroom apartment in Brooklyn at the end of May. The apartment's on the third floor, and so most of the day is spent dragging box after box up the stairs, or waiting for the elevator. Rachel's dads offered to come and help them move in, but Finn told them that he and Rachel would be okay on their own. He said that mainly because he thought that if he and Rachel moved to the city by themselves with no assistance, they could prove to their parents that this wasn't just a silly idea; that moving to New York together, officially, was going to be great.

He just didn't realize how much actual work went into moving. Packing his room up in Columbus had been one thing – but actually moving all of their things to the city, and then having to unload every single last item on their own? Was like some new version of hell created especially for him. Rachel never actually said the words, but Finn knew what she was thinking every time she dragged another box up the stairs: "I told you so, I told you so, I so told you so".

The two spent all afternoon and evening dropping off the boxes into whatever available space was left in the apartment, tiredly sorting through them at nine o'clock to find some blankets so that they could sleep at least somewhat comfortably for the first night.

"I don't think I can feel my legs," Rachel says conversationally, laying her head down on Finn's chest. "I used to think that when people said that they were just exaggerating, but it's true. I really cannot feel my legs." Finn covers his face with one arm, stretching his own legs out. He doesn't even really fit on the stupid air mattress, his feet stick over the end; their own bed won't be in until next week, which was just poor planning on their part. (And again, Rachel would never say it, but this is also Finn's fault. He was in charge of picking out the mattress that would go on the old bed frame that Finn's mother had given them – but there were just so many options, and with finals and everything, the mattress had sort of taken a back seat.)

"Well, at least we don't have to carry any more boxes up here tomorrow," Finn says, trying to be optimistic, and Rachel yawns, throwing an arm across his chest lazily.

"This is very true. Now we just have to unpack, and arrange everything, and make this apartment somewhat livable before we both start work on Monday," she says, and Finn can tell that she's sort of annoyed. He sighs.

"I'm sorry I told your dads not to help us. I just thought that this would be like, a good couple thing for us to do. Move in together, by ourselves," he says, a little embarrassed. "I didn't think it would actually be this much work. I guess I forgot just how much work it actually takes to move this much stuff."

Rachel doesn't say anything for a second, she just sits up and starts to pull the blankets tighter around herself then lays back down, except this time she's not laying on Finn, she's lying away from him. It couldn't be more obvious that she's super upset with him, and Finn sighs as she starts to protest.

"I'm trying not to say anything that I'll regret," Rachel says quickly, and she takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly. "This was just a very stressful day, and it would have been a lot less stressful if we had help. But, I understand where you're coming from, as well. Moving in on our own is a good first step towards being independent adults." Finn doesn't say anything for a moment, before quietly, he responds,

"So I didn't totally fuck up?"

And he can't help it; he's just really upset right now, and he needs Rachel's reassurances that everything's going to be okay. He thought that the minute he and Rach got to New York that everything would suddenly change automatically, that the apartment would just sort of come together and that they would magically become like, this super awesome adult couple that got everything right all time. But he's sort of starting to realize that being an actual adult means more than just being able to lug cardboard boxes up a couple of flights of stairs.

"Not completely," Rachel says, rolling over towards him. She kisses him on the cheek. "But if we don't have a mattress by tomorrow, I may retract that statement."

"Totally understandable, baby," Finn says, lazily throwing an arm around her waist. He doesn't exactly remember what retract means (it sounds an awful lot like redact, and Finn's not sure if the words are interchangeable or what, but even that clue doesn't help because he legit has no idea what redact means, either) but Rachel is smiling at him now, so he figures everything's okay for now.

"I can't believe we're living together," Rachel whispers. "Four years of long distance and we're finally, finally together." She sounds like she's about to cry, and Finn kind of feels like he could start crying, too.

Because it's still crazy to think that after months and months of Skype dates and phone calls and texts and weekend visits, he's finally going to be able to see Rachel every single day whenever he wants. It's going to be totally awesome and totally worth it – besides the fact that he still can't figure out the damn subway, even though Rachel's gone over the maps with him like a thousand times.

Whatever. He and Rachel will just have to go over the subway thing again tomorrow before he leaves for work. They have enough time to figure it out, anyway, right? No more goodbyes, no more see you soon's. This is it, they're together, and they can spend the rest of their lives trying to get Finn to figure out the subway.

He leans over and kisses Rachel.

"I love you," he says, smiling. "No more goodbyes."

"The Finn-less years are over," Rachel responds, wrapping her arms around his neck. Finn doesn't think he's ever seen Rachel so happy and… calm. Content. He kisses her again.

So they don't have a mattress yet. Big deal. Finn doesn't even care because he has Rachel and that's really all he needs right now.