The Way We Were

The Way We Move Out

"I don't know why you want to move out so early. You're not even going to be living in the house until after the summer." Marc groused as he packed the U-Haul with boxes.

"Because we won't have time before school starts. Plus the baby will be here and it'll be even harder." Marcy huffed as Mal took a box from her. He wouldn't let her carry anything.

"Still sucks." Marc grumped.

"I feel like a pack mule, Mama." Puck complained.

"We're packing up the room." Mercedes rolled her eyes.

"Do you have to take everything?" Mike was on board with complaining.

"Yes." Marcy said. "Now less complaining, more moving your muscles."

"Lazy." Santana coughed into her fist.

The guys glared at her.

Kurt shooed them out. "Please go! We still have to pack up the Jones house."

"Ugh!" Finn groaned.

"Get out!"

Marcy giggled.

The boys left.

"I can't believe you're moving into your own house." Brittany clapped as she taped up a box.

"Me either!" Santana hooted. "Are you going to have wild parties?!"

"I have children." Marcy shook her head. "No ragers for us."

"You got to live it up, Patti!"

"No. We're fine. We have responsibilities."

"You can still have fun." Lauren told her.

"We have fun. We have dinner parties."

"And they're a bunch of fun." Tina was chipper.

"Maybe we can throw a house warming party once we get settled but nothing big." Marcy decided.

"Let us throw it." Santana cajoled.

"Nah, chick. I sees you."

Quinn laughed. "Nice try, Tana."

Santana pouted. "Why don't you trust me, Patti?"

"I don't trust anyone." Marcy set aside another box.

"That's no way to live." Mari said.

"Saved my life a bunch of times."

Karen laughed. "I bet it has!"

The boys came back for more boxes. "How much is left?"

"Just this stuff." Marcy wiped her brow. "Jude, do you have all your stuff packed?"

Jude nodded. "Yeah."

"Put it in Travis. While you guys are putting these boxes in the U-Haul, we'll go home and start packing the stuff over there."

"Got it." Mal held up a thumb. "Who's going to watch the kids?"

"We are." She struggled to her feet. He grabbed her arm and helped her up. "Are they still watching TV downstairs?"

"I hope so. We left the front door open."

Marcy's eyes widened and she waved her hands frantically. "Go see! Go see!"

Mal ran out.

W.W.W.

"Where do you want this box?" Anna asked.

"What does it say?" Marcy looked over.

"Says music."

"Over there." Marcy pointed to the den. "We're putting all movies and music in there."

"Do you want us to put away your kitchen gear?" Mercedes came in with a box.

"Could you? I'm so glad we got pots and pans for Christmas."

"Sure." Mercedes went into the kitchen.

"We have a month and a half of school left. You're just going to live with your parents until the summer?" Daisy didn't get it.

"Yeah. We can't cut out early. Mother and Father are already having a hard time letting us go." Marcy said. "We'll move in the weekend after camp."

"I can't believe you're going back to camp." Carly shook her head.

"They want us." She shrugged.

"I'm so jealous."

"You can go to camp for $10,000."

Everyone stopped working. "What did you just say?!"

"Camp costs $10,000." She continued working.

"Holy sh-!"

"Noah!" Mercedes had walked in and immediately smacked his chest.

"I wish I would get $10,000 for some kid to come to my camp!"

"We actually get paid for working at camp." Mal told them. "$10,000. You get paid more when you're eighteen."

"I hate you."

Mercedes rolled her eyes. "It's just money."

"I wanna work at your camp!" Santana was on his side.

"You can't unless you've either been to our camp, worked at another camp before or are over eighteen." Quinn said.

"Not fair at all." Victor moaned.

"$10,000 isn't even all that much. We get more in allowance." Marcy shrugged.

"Excuse me?!" The others gaped.

"Maddie gets $500 a week, we get $1,000 and Marc and Laura get $5,000. Or at least we did before getting married. Now it's more. Especially with the kids."

"A week?!"

"Yes."

"I wish I was in your family!" Daisy shook her head.

"We also have a college fund for two million dollars per year." Mercedes told her.

"We get whatever's left after paying for everything." Quinn added.

"And we also have trust funds." Mal went on. "We get paid at eighteen, twenty one and thirty."

"How much is your trust fund?!" Santana demanded.

"It's different for all of us. We get money from grandparents and our parents then various aunts and uncles. Uncle Elton gives me money for mine." Mike said.

"Uncle Phil gives Marcy money for hers." Mal pointed to his wife.

"How much do you get? Do you know beforehand?" Anna asked.

"Nope."

"I got over ten million." Marc said.

"You, as you are, have over ten million dollars?!" Santana gaped.

"Yes."

"I can't believe we know you." Artie, who was setting up the sound system, shook his head in shock.

"Are you looking to invest?" Kurt grinned winningly.

"I am. I started my own company when I was seventeen and we're making a bunch of money. I'm always on the lookout for deals." Marc nodded.

"I'd like to talk to you about my fashion line."

"Yeah, just crunch some numbers and give a good presentation."

"Will do!" Kurt squealed.

"Guys!" Marcy waved a hand. "We're supposed to be moving! Get a move on!"

"What are we getting out of this again?" Sam asked.

"I'm treating everyone to pizza." She beamed.

He shrugged. "Let's get moving."