Epilogue

Quinn looked at the clock, it was 10:47, the show would be over and her girlfriend would be taking her second curtain call; that meant it was time to put the candles on.

Tonight was going to be special, it had been three years since they'd reunited and Q felt it was time to move on.

Rachel unlocked the door and went in with her eyes closed, absorbing the heat of their apartment.

"Oh Q, you should have seen it tonight! It was just magnificent, everyone was on their feet and they were clapping and… do I smell roses?" Rachel turned round with her eyes open, the floor was littered with red rose petals, there were candle's burning and her girlfriend was sitting at the table with a meal she had cooked, vegetarian Bolognese – the only thing she could cook, "Quinn, you shouldn't have…" smiled the singer.

"Of course I did, the opening night of a new show is very important especially when it's something as big as Chicago!" Quinn patted the table, signalling that it was time to eat. The food was of Quinn standard but Rachel didn't mind because it was made with the best of intentions; they talked about how the show had gone and what Quinn had done during the day then there was a pause. Quinn looked in to her girlfriend's eyes and began speech she had started writing the day she gathered the courage to ask Rachel Berry out:

"Rachel Barbra Berry, these past few years have been the best of my life, you have given me so much more than I could ever give you and I'll constantly be trying to be the person you deserve. There is not one person who loves you more than I do. I love the way you lick your lips when you think, the way you sing the same song in the shower every morning, the way your eyes water when those animal abuse adverts come on the TV, the way you fold all the towels, the way that your hand fits perfectly in mine when we walk along wherever we are together and I've known for a long time now that I never want to stop walking with you. I want to be the one who holds you when you cry, who makes you cups of coffee, who is the first thing you see in the morning and the last thing you see at night. Will you make me the happiest, luckiest, most loved girl in the world and do me the honour of becoming my wife?"

Rachel looked at Quinn, who was now down on one knee and proffering a box that contained possibly the most beautiful ring in the world. Silent tears rolled down her cheeks, she was speechless, she couldn't do anything except nod.

"Uh-huh"

"You will?"

"Yes, yes, 1 gazillion times yes!" Rachel launched herself at her fiancé and smothered her in passionate kisses. It was perfect.