A/N: I’m sorry this is so short. My shoulder still hurts if you’ll accept that as an excuse. Oh and my hand hurts now too actually. Anyway, enjoy!
Finn stood in the aisle, staring blankly at the colourful products neatly displayed in front of him. Lifting the scribbled note he held at his side, he read it through and his face collapsed in confusion. “Wings?”
The door opened with a satisfying click as Finn walked into his flat. He and Rae had moved in only a few weeks ago and it still felt foreign and exciting to come home to her every night.
Pretty much everyone agreed they weren’t the brightest bulbs for having decided to live together at such a young age, but Finn didn’t see the point in delaying the inevitable. And, now that they were living together, he seemed to learn something new about her everyday.
He dropped his keys on the table by the door and walked into the small flat, finding Rae laying listlessly on the couch. The TV wasn’t even on.
"Hey Rae Rae!" he said as he leaned over the couch to look down at her as she groaned in response. She was curled on her side, a throw blanket twisted around her legs, her eyes closed, though he could tell she wasn’t sleeping. "What’re ya up to?"
She sighed before rolling her eyes up to meet his gaze, “My legs are throbbing, my head is pounding, and my uterus feels like it’s only goal in life is to rip itself from my body. All because I had the misfortune of being born a woman.”
He crossed his arms on the back of the couch and leaned his chin on his fist before asking “Anything I can do for you?”
"Would you mind going to the store and getting some ice cream, and painkillers?"
"No problem, I’ll be back soon," he said as he stood.
"Wait!" she said reaching under the throw pillow to pull out a crumpled up piece of paper, Finn looking on amusedly as she taught him one more thing about herself. "I made a list"
"What the fuck are wings?"