A/N: I wanted to address something that was brought up by a reviewer; I was asked what I am going to do about Finn and since 90 percent of this story was already written when Cory sadly passed away I decided that since this is fic; and since I don't follow canon anymore; I don't have to change it the way Glee unfortunately does because of the awful and tragic loss of Cory. I am going to give Finn the ending that I was originally going to give him. So in this AU story Finn lives happily ever after.

Thank you all for reading, reviewing, and I hope enjoying the story thus far.

Warning: Mild sexy times

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, anything mentioned, any songs, quotes, or books used.

Chapter 2: I Was Made for You

"You are my best friend, and you are where my heart is. And I know at the day's

end, I get to come home to you."

-John Michael Montgomery; "Home to You" lyrics

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Rachel and Quinn didn't intend for their wedding planning to become the least of their worries. In fact right after they got engaged they were both very excited to move forward as soon as possible. They had every intention of starting to plan the wedding they had always dreamed of; but life got in the way.

Between Rachel's hectic schedule which could only be matched by Quinn's own crazy days. They were both so busy that they barely had time to talk; never mind plan a wedding. They didn't intend to push it aside but it happened anyway.

It was as if each new day got them further and further away from what they wanted to be doing… as far as their personal lives were concerned anyway. Professionally they were both happy, and thriving, and loving every second of it; which unfortunately caused their personal lives to pay the price.

In the past this kind of struggle to find time for each other would have also created drama and insecurity; and both girls were fighting against those fears because honestly by now they knew better. If there was one thing that Rachel and Quinn were finally confident in; it was that they would make it through any and everything.

They were made for each other.

They also both knew that this distance wasn't anything that either of them was doing wrong; it was just the circumstances of the moment.

They were busy.

They were busy in the best ways possible as each of their careers were soaring.

Rachel was shining on Broadway just like she… and everyone else… always knew she would. During the months following her debut on the stage she had been getting nothing but rave reviews for her role as Evita and she was singing to packed houses for eight shows a week.

It was thrilling.

It was perfect.

It was her dream come true.

But it was also incredibly draining; and it was taking a toll on the equally important plans for her wedding. She and Quinn were doing their very best to make sure that it wasn't also taking a toll on their relationship… and so far they were winning that battle; so far they were on solid ground.

As solid as they have always been.

And that made it easier to be so busy and consumed with their professional stuff.

Quinn was also extremely busy at the moment.

She was not only filming her show which had been successfully picked up by a major network; but she was also working on another screenplay that she hoped would get sold and made into a film.

So it seemed that whenever Rachel had any free time; Quinn didn't and vice versa.

So the wedding planning became the furthest thing from their minds.

It was sad and both girls knew it but at the moment there was nothing either of them could do about it; except let it happen.

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Quinn was sitting in the living room with her laptop on her lap and she was typing away furiously. Her screenplay was very close to being finished and she just wanted it done so that she could edit it, get a copyright, and try to sell it. She also wanted it done so that it would be one less road block on her road to planning her wedding.

She just wanted to be married to Rachel already.

To be her wife.

And as if on cue; Rachel stormed into the apartment and threw her purse clear across the room before letting out an angry growl.

And Quinn soaked through her panties.

In that moment; she was reminded of the first time that she and Rachel made love. When Jesse St. Fuckhead had made Rachel so angry that she stormed into her bedroom and threw her backpack across the room; leaving Quinn just as turned on then as she was right this second.

And Rachel looking just as hot as she did on that day.

And then Quinn was fantasizing about that day.

Rachel noticed this and fought a smile. She growled again which effectively snapped Quinn out of her daydream.

"Sometimes I really fucking hate men," Rachel screamed and Quinn arched her eyebrow and cocked her head to the side; meeting Rachel's eyes.

"Only sometimes babe?" She teased and was met with Rachel's annoyed glare. "Okay relax baby… I was just teasing," she quickly saved her document before she closed her laptop and placed it on the coffee table in front of her. She got to her feet and approached Rachel who was already beginning to calm down. She stopped inches away from the girl and placed one hand on each bicep. She felt Rachel relax instantly; but she saw in her eyes that she was also incredibly turned on.

"So tell me why you hate men?" Quinn wondered but as she waited for Rachel to answer she knew that whatever had upset her was suddenly the furthest thing from her mind. A fact that was proven a moment later when Rachel was pushing her back toward the couch. "Babe wh-" her words were cut off when Rachel pushed her and she fell back to the couch. "What is-" Again her words were lost in her throat because Rachel was now hovering over her.

"I want you Quinn," she husked and Quinn's mouth went dry.

"H-H-Have me," she stammered as the arousal spread throughout her body; from her finger tips to her toes. And then Rachel's mouth was on hers, all thoughts went straight out of her mind, and she could only focus on Rachel's mouth…

And Rachel's tongue.

And Rachel's hot body all over her.

Then she felt Rachel's fingers tugging on the tie to her jogging pants.

"Oh fuck," Rachel moaned out loud when her fingers came in contact with Quinn's hot, wet, center.

She had been having such a shit day. Her co-star was being a first class asshole for the entire day and she was pretty sure that it showed during the performance; she had hoped that no one noticed, and it seemed as though no one had; at least as far as the audience was concerned.

The show's producer's however…

Well they were a different story.

Both she and her co-star had gotten pulled aside backstage and were told that if they couldn't get along with each other better than one or both of them would be recast. This made her panic and she needed to fix it as soon as possible. So as soon as the producers left them alone Rachel had turned to co-star and offered her apologies for anything she might have done. But instead of accepting her offer of truce, her co-star curled his lip and walked off the stage.

So in short; sometimes she really hated men.

But with Quinn quivering beneath her she forgot all about her bad day, all about her co-star, and her sometimes distain for men was suddenly the furthest thing from her mind.

"Baby," Quinn moaned. She was getting impatient; Rachel had been teasing her for a few moments too many and she just needed to feel her. Rachel took this as a way of teasing her even more.

"Yes baby," she said casually before pulling her lip between her teeth and nibbling gently.

"Please touch me," she said with a slight whine and Rachel's lips curled up into a naughty smirk.

"But I am touching you Quinn."

"Please Rachel," Quinn begged and covered Rachel's hand with her own. Rachel was rubbing very slow circles with her fingertips over Quinn's clit but if she didn't feel those fingers inside her soon she was going to scream. She tried to push Rachel's hand lower and she let out an audible sigh of relief when Rachel didn't stop her but instead let Quinn guide her hand over her wet and swollen core. Rachel moaned when Quinn pushed her finger as well as her own finger deep inside herself.

"Oh fuck!" Quinn said loudly and then sucked in a deep breath. She used her own hand that was still covering Rachel's to push both of their index fingers inside herself. It was an amazing feeling.

New… very new.

But amazing nonetheless.

And after a few minutes of this Quinn was coming loud and hard around the two fingers inside of her.

"That was…" Rachel began but stopped to watch Quinn's body still shaking with an intense orgasm. "That was fucking hot babe," Rachel tried again and Quinn giggled; she was still coming down from that amazing high but Rachel was right.

It was outstanding.

"We should do that more often," Rachel said and Quinn nodded.

"We should do that to you," Quinn finally could speak and Rachel nodded. "No… like right now," Quinn finished and again Rachel smiled evilly and nodded. It took Quinn another few moments before she could feel her legs; but as soon as she could she flipped Rachel back against the other side of the couch.

Rachel gasped at Quinn's sudden movement as she felt herself falling to the other side of the couch but any fear of the sudden movement was gone as Quinn hovered over her.

"You need to feel this baby… it is so good," Quinn promised and then she took Rachel's hand and slid both of their index fingers through Rachel's center over her clothes. Rachel quivered at the manipulation. That was all Quinn needed to see.

She all but ripped Rachel's skirt and panties off and then grabbed her hand again. This time when their fingers went through Rachel's center, they both moaned at the wetness they found there.

"Oh wow Quinn," Rachel hummed as her eyes rolled back.

"It gets better," Quinn promised again before she pushed their fingers into her.

"Oh my fucking wow," Rachel said as her hips bucked at the feeling. "It's… it's…"

"I told you," Quinn said and Rachel's lust filled eyes locked on hers.

"Kiss me," Rachel demanded.

"Always."

And then she kissed her.

Rachel slid her free arm around Quinn's neck and held on for the ride as Quinn used both of their fingers to bring her to ecstasy and like always.

It was perfect.

"So tell me," Quinn cooed as they lay tangled together on the couch; hours and many orgasms later. "Why do you hate men?"

"Huh?"

"Before… when you came home… you were upset," Quinn tried to remind Rachel of why she was so upset earlier. She saw as Rachel finally remembered.

"Oh… yeah right, um… it's just Keith," she saw Quinn's eyebrow quirk up. Quinn knew that Keith was her co-star and that he was kind of a pretentious jerk, and she also knew that Quinn's protective instincts were kicking in right now and that made her smile. "He… he um, he's just been being a real dick lately and I don't know why."

"What's he doing exactly?"

"Nothing really mean or anything, he is just treating me like I don't or didn't deserve this role and it's starting to affect our performance."

"Oh no," and Rachel nodded.

"Yeah… I mean the audience didn't notice but the producers did and they spoke to us about it after the show. They said if we couldn't get along they would have to replace one or both of us."

"Oh god!"

"Yeah."

"What'd you do?"

"I tried to talk to Keith about it but he just walked away," she saw worry spread on Quinn's face and it warmed her heart to know that this was seemingly happening to Quinn too. She loved that they shared everything.

"I'm worried Quinn."

"Well," she took a deep breath. She didn't really know what to tell Rachel about this so she went with her gut. "I mean what can you do, you tried and he didn't respond well… it's not your fault."

"Yeah I know but-"

"But nothing baby," Quinn cut her off. "You're amazing and no one deserves this role more than you do and I'm sorry that for some reason Keith is butt hurt over you getting it," Rachel giggled at that. "But I don't like that it's affecting you like this, he's not worth it."

"No… but the show is."

"Okay, then go out there and put your feelings of worry aside and just perform. Pretend he's Finn or something," Rachel giggled again. "No seriously, how many times were you annoyed with Finn during our performances in glee," she saw Rachel's smile widen and a slight nod. "Just go out there and perform the way Rachel Berry know how and the producers will see that the problem lies with him."

"Yeah but I don't know what I did to make him mad."

"Who cares?"

"I do," Rachel said sadly and Quinn frowned.

"I know baby," she cupped her cheek and forced Rachel to meet her eyes. "What I mean is… you have always had people hating on you and resenting you… sometimes it was even our friends," Rachel nodded knowingly. "And now that you're a big Broadway star, it's going to start happening more and more often." Rachel nodded again. "So just look at it that way, he's jealous of you for whatever reason and you need to go out there and prove that he has a reason to be," Quinn finished with a smug grin and that alone caused Rachel's to smile her megawatt Rachel Berry smile.

"I love you," she said simply and this time Quinn's smile widened.

"Yeah well… I love you too. I mean I was made for you," Rachel nodded again because well Duh- of course she was.

"And I was made for you," Rachel told her and Quinn pressed a kiss to her lips. It was meant to be sweet, it was meant to be chaste.

Instead it was very heated and lust filled. Rachel pulled off of those amazing lips for a moment to meet those equally amazing eyes.

"Make love to me Quinn."

"Always," Quinn promised before crashing their lips together again.

And like always… she did.

Quinn was waiting at the restaurant for Santana; who had called and asked her to join her for lunch; to which of course Quinn agreed. When Santana finally arrived she sat down across from a glaring Quinn.

"Look I'm sorry okay… I couldn't get out of bed today."

"Santana it's noon!"

"Oh whatever Q! I mean it's not like you and Berry even know us anymore," she saw Quinn's glare soften and a small pout cross her lips but she continued anyway. "I mean ever since you bitches got yourself a nice fancy apartment all to yourselves you fucking forgot where we all live."

"Santana, you know it's not like that."

"Do I?" Santana glared and Quinn met her eyes. She could see that maybe Santana was teasing her a bit but the underlying truth was that she- and maybe everyone else too- felt neglected by her and Rachel. "I mean you and Rachel have never done this before but I don't know," she shrugged before continuing. "Maybe you don't need us anymore."

"Of course we still need you… we need all of you."

"Look all I'm saying is that it doesn't seem like it anymore. I mean after you proposed things took off for you guys. I mean Rachel's fucking owning Broadway and you're filming this TV show… a fucking television show Quinn! And…" she took a deep breath. "It's like you guys don't have time for the little people anymore."

"We barely have time for each other San," Quinn told her honestly and saw Santana's eyes lighten up a bit at those words. "I mean it's a struggle, but I promise that we're not ignoring you or anyone else on purpose… we're just ridiculously busy," Santana nodded.

"Yeah I get that… I mean it sucks, but I get it."

"What about this? How about I promise that Rachel and I will make time to hang out with you all once a week," Santana scoffed.

"I don't give a single fuck about the rest of those losers all I care about is me Q… and I needs my best friend," Quinn giggled.

"Okay… I get it, how about we make time once a week for our friends and you and me, we make sure we have a lunch date once a week," she saw Santana's smile widen and knew she had made her best friend happy.

"That sounds good," she nodded. The waiter arrived at that moment and took their orders; once he was gone Santana met Quinn's eyes.

"But really Q… things are okay with you and Rachel right?"

"Yeah," Quinn nodded but then she shrugged.

"You're lying…what's wrong?"

"No, I mean yeah… things are fine with Rachel and me," she saw Santana arch her eyebrow. "No they are… things are fine with us. It's just that… the wedding plans have sort of stalled out; well actually they have sort of died out completely. I mean we don't even mention them anymore and I'm just worried that maybe Rachel doesn't want to marry me now."

"Well that is the stupidest thing you have ever worried about."

"San-" Quinn started with a whine but Santana cut her off.

"No," Santana shook her head. "Just no… I mean I thought you and Berry were finally done with all of your fucking worrying about losing each other once you promised yourselves to each with that ridiculous sign of ownership, otherwise known as an engagement ring." Quinn shook her head with a laugh at her friend.

"Look I know it's ridiculous Santana, but it's to the point where I'm almost afraid to ask Rachel about the wedding plans because I'm afraid of what she might say."

"And don't you think that maybe Rachel is thinking the same thing?" She saw Quinn mulling her words over and knew what she was thinking. "I mean you and the hobbit practically share the same brain," Quinn rolled her eyes and scoffed. "So I'm certain that she is probably just as freaked the fuck out about this as you are."

"You're probably right."

"There is no probably here Q… I mean you and Rachel pride yourselves on having the healthiest fucking relationship I have ever had the displeasure of witnessing but seriously you two need to get the fuck out of your own heads sometimes, and just talk to each other. I mean isn't that what you two do best… besides rubbing against each other at the most inappropriate times of course," by now Quinn was full on giggling, and also feeling better about the wedding stuff.

This is why she loved that Santana was her best friend.

Because Santana just got her.

Better than anyone ever…

Except for Rachel of course.

"You're right," she said and Santana held her hand up and wore an of course I am expression.

"I knew you'd get there Q… you always do," Quinn smiled at her for a few moments before she spoke again.

"And I am sorry if Rachel and I have been too busy lately, but I do promise we will make a conscious effort to remember that we have such an incredible support system at our disposal should and when we need it.

"Damn right you do," Santana smacked her hand on the table. "Now enough about you… let's talk about me."

"Okay," Quinn agreed; but just as Santana was about to start talking about the gig she had the other night Brittany came running over to them.

"Guys… Oh my god!" She sat down next to them and caught her breath before speaking again. "I have been looking all over New York for you…well not all over because New York is fucking huge but I have been looking everywhere I could think of… and I couldn't find you and then Rachel told me that you were meeting here for lunch and-"

"Breathe babe," Santana cut her off and saw her girlfriend's adorable mouth spread into a blinding smile.

"I got the best news today."

"You're pregnant?" Quinn teased and she held back a giggle when Santana's head whipped around so fast she may have gotten whiplash.

"Don't ever fucking say that again Fabray!" Quinn laughed harder.

"No not that," Brittany said calmly as if that was something that could actually happen. "Better," she looked between her two oldest friends and couldn't control her elation. After a few moments of this Santana couldn't hold in her patience any longer.

"Well what is it?" She shouted… she didn't mean to shout she was just anxious. Luckily Brittany understood how she was feeling and didn't get her feelings hurt by the shouting; she only smiled wider.

"My agent just called and I got offered the choreographer job for this year's Academy Awards show."

"Oh my god," Quinn shouted at the same time that Santana got to her feet.

"Baby," she said and then pulled Brittany into a tight hug. She could feel that Brittany was shaking with excitement; and that made her pride swell even more. When she pulled back a bit she met those sparkling blue eyes with her own. "I'm so proud of you Brittany."

"Thank baby," Brittany managed to say before Santana's lips crashed into her own. Quinn ignored her friends making out by pulling out her phone. She tapped out a quick text to Rachel.

From Quinn: Hey babe Brittany just got some amazing news; I was wondering if you wanted to go out to celebrate with Santana and Brittany after your show tonight?

She only had to wait a few moments for Rachel's answer.

From Rachel: That sounds wonderful, I'm in. What was Britt's news?

From Quinn: She got offered the choreographer job for this year's Oscars.

Quinn laughed when Rachel replied.

From Rachel: What!? Quinn that is amazing. Maybe she'll win an Emmy.

Quinn had to read that text twice before she remembered that the Emmy Award's are given for choreography.

"Hm," Quinn hummed quietly to herself wondering if Brittany new that. Another text from Rachel broke her out of her thoughts.

From Rachel: Are you going to the show tonight or are we meeting somewhere after it?

From Quinn: I'm going. You know I watch you perform as often as I can.

Rachel read the text as she leaned against the bar of Beth's Hideaway and replied.

From Rachel: I know :) Sometimes I just like to make you say it.

From Quinn: I love you.

From Rachel: I love you back xoxo

"Yo' Jew babe, are you going to help or not?" Puck's voice brought her out of her head and she looked up at him.

"Yeah Noah," she said softly and was tucking her phone away when another text from Quinn came through.

From Quinn: See you later beautiful xx

From Rachel: Later ;)

She tucked her phone away and slipped the work gloves back on her hands. She lifted a 2x4 onto her shoulder and walked toward Noah.

If only her co-star could see her now.

"What's Quinn up to?" Puck said knowing without asking who Rachel was talking to.

"She was telling me that Brittany got a really awesome job and that we're going out later to celebrate."

"Oh nice… what'd Brittany get?" He motioned for Rachel to hold the board that he was working on. She did and he grabbed the hammer and started to hammer in some nails as they talked.

"She's going to choreograph the dance numbers at the Academy Awards this year."

"No way," Puck said with shock and pride as his mouth dropped open; Rachel nodded.

"She did… isn't it great Noah?"

"Yeah… and she could win an Emmy," Rachel's mouth dropped open in surprise this time. How in the hell did Noah Puckerman know that? She shook those thoughts away and was just happy that he did; it didn't matter how.

"Yeah wouldn't that be great?"

"Hell yes," he held his hand up and Rachel gave him a high five before she shook her head at the fact that Noah would always be a little boy at heart.

And it was wonderful.

"So is anyone invited to join the celebration?"

"Yeah… I mean I don't see why not," Rachel answered honestly.

"Good," he stopped hammering and met her eyes. "I feel like I never see you guys anymore."

"Noah, I am here as often as I can be helping you," she reprimanded.

"No I know… I didn't mean just you, I meant everyone. I feel like I never see you guys anymore; especially Quinn."

"Oh."

"I didn't mean that like it sounded," he continued; seeing the guilt spread across her face. "I know you guys are busy and dealing with your own shit… I am too," he held his hands up motioning to the half-done club that surrounded them and she smiled. "I guess I just miss it sometimes, you know?"

"Yeah," she said sadly because she did know. They all knew that once they graduated college and got involved in their careers that things would change between them.

It was just sad.

It's one thing to know it… another to live it.

"I miss you all too… I just feel like I am being swallowed by my career right now," he looked up to see that she was frowning.

"Is it not everything you thought it would be?"

"No it is… it's everything I thought it would be and more. It's just sometimes, especially right now. I feel like it's all I have."

"You have Quinn."

"I know."

"And you always will," he continued.

"I know," she bit her lip and met his eyes; he could see a sad, fearful look in her eyes.

"You do right?" She arched her eyebrow in confusion. "You and Quinn… you guys are good right?"

"No, no," she waved her hand. "We're fine… it's just we have all but stopped planning our wedding. We're both putting our careers ahead of our wedding and it's fine."

"But?" He waited because he knew there was more to it.

"But… I'm just worried that one day we're going to put our careers ahead of each other and I never want that."

"Rach," he said and put the hammer down. He moved over, and leaned against a nearby saw horse; crossing his arms over his chest. "I get that… I do."

"But?" This time she waited.

"But you and Quinn are fine… you're always going to be fine… because there is no love greater than the love you two have for each other… and that is coming from a guy who is hopelessly in love with the girl of his dreams." Rachel couldn't fight the smile those words brought. Noah always did understand what she and Quinn had.

Better than anyone else.

Except for her and Quinn obviously.

"This is just an adjustment," he shrugged. "You'll get through it, I have no doubts."

"Yeah neither do I," Rachel agreed. "It's just nice to hear someone else say it," he stepped closer and pulled her into a hug.

"You want to plan your wedding, plan it. Because the Rachel Berry I know wouldn't let anything get in the way of what she wants… not even her life long dream come true."

"Quinn's my other dream come true."

"Of course she is," he said and stepped away. "Now come on… let's finish this wall before you need to leave to go get glamorous."

"I am always glamorous Noah."

"I know babe… I know," he picked up the 2x4 that she had brought over and walked toward the wall. Rachel followed.

And she was feeling better.

And she was ready to talk to Quinn about their wedding planning.

After spending the night partying with their friends Rachel and Quinn had drunken sex all over their apartment before finally making it to the bed where they had one last round before cuddling against each other.

Rachel was so glad she had the next day off and could sleep in; for the first time in a long time.

After a night of drinks and good times with the best people she knows she would need to rest and relax.

But she had no intention of wasting her whole day.

No she had a plan.

"Quinn," she called softly.

"Hm," she felt Quinn's tired voice hum against her ear as the girl spooned her from behind.

"I want to start working on the wedding planning again… starting tomorrow," she felt Quinn smile against her shoulder. "I-If that's okay?"

"That is perfect babe," Quinn whispered and pressed a few soft kisses to her shoulder. Rachel then turned in her arms and cupped her cheek.

"I am so sorry if I let work get in the way of us."

"It's okay… we both did it," Quinn assured her and could tell that Rachel was on the verge of tears. "But I want this… I want to make the time to work on it, even if it's only an hour a day."

"I want that too," Rachel said with a slight hiccup.

"I just don't want it to get lost in the shuffle as our worlds become busier and busier."

"Quinn Fabray, you are and have always been the most important thing in my life and no matter what; I want you to know I put you first… I'm putting us first."

"Me too," Quinn said before leaning down and capturing Rachel's lips in a sweet kiss. "I was made for you Rachel." She smiled when Rachel giggled sweetly.

"Well that is good because I was made for you too Quinn," with that Quinn kissed her again and pushed her back against the bed; and then hovered over her.

"You were amazing tonight by the way," Quinn said after breaking the kiss.

"I'm amazing every night," Rachel teased.

"Right, how could I forget," Quinn pressed a kiss to her collarbone. "You are the most arrogant girl I know."

"Con- fuck- confident, Quinn," Rachel stammered as Quinn's lips moved lower and Quinn's mouth closed around her hard nipple. Rachel fisted Quinn's hair and held on as Quinn nibbled and bit her nipple and then turned her attention to the other one.

"Arrogant," Quinn mumbled before she moved to her other breast and Rachel wanted to argue she really did but… with the way Quinn's tongue was flicking her she couldn't think clearly she just dropped her head to the pillow and held on for the ride.

After a moment Quinn released her nipple and moved ever so slowly down her body leaving soft pecks along the way. Once she was nestled between Rachel's thighs where she belonged she looked up at the best view in the world.

A smiling, lust ridden, turned on, and completely hers Rachel Berry.

"What?" She said with a smirk playing on her lips.

"You know damn well what Quinn," Rachel said and tried to push Quinn's head where she needed her most; but Quinn fought it. "Come on baby," Rachel whined. "Show me how amazing you are."

"I am pretty amazing aren't I?"

"And I'm the arrogant one," Rachel smirked.

"Well you have your thing," Quinn's eyes landed on her wet sex. "And I have mine," she said before covering Rachel's center with her mouth.

"Oh fuck," Rachel moaned and her head fell to the pillow again; her eyes rolled back, her fingers twisted in Quinn's hair and she bucked her hips into that amazing mouth.

Quinn was arrogant.

But she had every fucking right to be.

Her mouth was made for Rachel… just like every other inch of her was.

"Oh god baby… you're so good, make love to me," Rachel said between pants.

And Quinn did.

A/N 2: The title of the chapter comes from the song The Story by Brandi Carlile/ Sara Ramirez.

How do you like it so far? I know it's a slow start but look forward to a wedding, babies, and career successes for everyone; also a few goodbyes as well. Stay tuned…