Last update for my Faberry Week posts! Unless I get inspired and manage to write a pride piece. Next Faberry week I'll be better. For now, enjoy. Fabraygron. :)
Day Seven – College.
"Quinn! Feet!" Rachel shrieked. Her eyes slammed shut and she felt the blonde's mouth shift upwards against her shoulder.
"Sorry!" Quinn replied holding back her laughter. She looked over to the night stand on the brunette's side of the bed. She sighed when she saw it was just approaching eleven. They'd been trying to sleep for about an hour but the storm outside was keeping them awake. "It's not my fault! You won't let me wear bed socks!" She countered.
"That's because they never stay on during the night and I don't want to wake up to a random sock just chilling on my pillow,"
"Oh but it is okay to wake up to bras and panties flung across the bathroom?" She replied nonchalantly. "You know after you've ripped them off of me."
"Wait, that's different…"
"How so?"
"I dunno but it just is,"
"That made no sense babe." Quinn laughed. She loved how incoherent Rachel became when she was sleepy. It was cute.
"Meh."
"I'm going to go and get some socks!" Quinn announced as she rolled out of their bed. She flicked the bedside lamp switch but nothing came on. "Babe, try your lamp," she asked. In the darkness she saw Rachel's arm reach across and flicked the switch, again nothing came on.
"Power cut," Rachel mumbled. "It'll be back by morning. Now go get your socks then hurry your pretty white ass back and cuddle with me."
Following her girlfriend's wishes, Quinn hurriedly rushed to her drawer and began searching for her warmest pair of socks. It was a bit harder than usual because with the darkness of the storm outside and the lack of power Quinn's inability to see was heightened. Their apartment was natural dingy and dark. They didn't expect much when they signed the lease. Two lowly students financially fighting to keep their heads a float but if you asked them they'd both say they wouldn't have it any other way.
In her girlfriend's absence Rachel had rolled onto her back to watch Quinn struggle through the mess in their tiny bedroom. She laughed when Quinn fumbled to get back into bed. "Better?" Rachel asked.
"Oh most definitely." Quinn lifted her arm and placed into underneath Rachel's pillow as Rachel wiggled closer. "I can't believe how loud that storm is," Rachel sighed as she rested her head just underneath the blonde's neck.
"We haven't had one this bad since I moved here," Quinn noted.
"I still can't believe you moved here for me."
"That was nearly two years ago," Quinn mused. "We graduate in July and then we're in the real world."
"We're already in the real world. It doesn't get much more real than this dingy little one bedroom apartment."
"One day we'll have a proper place. One we'll call our own."
"Mhmmm. That sounds great," Rachel said exhaling a deep content sigh. "Do you often think about our future?"
"I do." Quinn replied. Suddenly she got out of bed and pulled open the thin curtains that were hiding the tiny window.
"What are you doing?" Rachel said looking confused at Quinn's sudden action.
"Watching the storm," Quinn replied as a bolt of lightning struck illuminating their bedroom. She threw the comforter over herself again. She drew Rachel close to her as the brunette threw an arm over the blonde's waist. They sat in silence watching the thick raindrops hitting the window. The thunder rumbled and Rachel gripped her waist even tighter. "I don't like thunder," Rachel whispered.
"Everything's okay baby, we're inside." Quinn whispered back as she tilted her head and grazed her lips on the diva's forehead.
"Tell me more about our future."
"This could take a while,"
"You've thought about this a lot?"
"Definitely," Quinn replied. "The minute I moved schools for you I began thinking about our future. The minute we signed on the dotted line for this place I knew I was going to experience everything with you. I'm in this relationship for the long haul."
"I love you," Rachel whispered pulling back from the embrace before kissing Quinn gently. A flash of lightning captured the scene.
"I love you too," Quinn replied as Rachel moved and rested her head in the crook of Quinn's neck.
The thunder rumbled again and Quinn tightened her arm around the diva's shoulder as she felt her tense. "So the future huh?" Quinn said softly. "Once we get out of this place and have a bit of money to our names we'll get married."
"You'll be the one to propose?"
"I guess so," Quinn chuckled.
"Good. Now, where do you see us getting married?"
"Here in the city. Your Dads walking you down the aisle before sitting next to my Mom who's already crying. You'll stand opposite me in a gorgeous white gown and we'll make our promise to love each other, to hold each other, to honour each other and to trust each other for as long as we both live. Kurt will hand you the ring you're giving to me as a symbol of your permanent love. I'll turn to get your ring off Santana, one that symbolises how I promise to protect you and cherish you. We'll be announced wife and wife to cheers from our group of friends and our families. We'll smile, cry and laugh before heading to the reception." Quinn explained, pausing briefly for Rachel to sigh at the imagination of her girlfriend.
"Our honeymoon will be a short quaint affair. We'll go to Rome and bask in the Italian sunshine well away from the press and paparazzi who hound our daily life here in the city, because you're a successful Broadway actress who's starring in the next big musical. Me? I'm still searching for the perfect role. I'll screen write and sell those to the big companies but refuse to star in anything I've created."
"You've really thought about this, haven't you?"
"I have. One day, you and I will star opposite each other in a high budget film. Our chemistry will be explosive because to us it isn't really acting. Our love will be so strong that it cracks through our personas when we're together on screen.
"We'll settle down once we hit thirty and have a child. I can never decide who carries the first one but if it's a boy we name him something traditional which we spend hours discussing. If it's a girl, we want something slightly different because she's going to be a star. Our son will be the protector and have a dignified career well out of the lime light but our daughter, she's going to have a talent that people say will rival her mother's, which of course means yours babe."
"What if that part of life doesn't work out and we end up with twins or the first one is such hard work that we only have the one? How does our life play out then?"
"This is my ideal. There's no if's or but's." Quinn laughed.
"Well so far it sounds perfect."
"It will be. Anything will be perfect as long as I have you by my side."
"Even living in this hell hole of an apartment?"
"Especially that. I look at it this way, we can't afford to put the heating on so we just grab our blankets and cuddle. That's way much more comforting than having heating that either actually works or we can afford." Rachel nodded in agreement.
"You know my Dads would help us out if we needed it."
"I know and my Mom would do the same but that's not me and you making it on our own. Think how far we've come as a couple. I mean we really didn't get on, then we became friends and obviously now we're in a relationship. We did the majority of that on our own. Let's start our future on our own, we don't need any outside help when we have each other."
"I don't think I've ever told you how perfect you are," Rachel replied as her eyes began to pull shut.
"I have my moments," she replied her eyes doing the same. She tilted her head down and pressed her lips to her girlfriend's forehead. "Good night Rachel," she sighed.
"Good night Quinn." Rachel mumbled back.
As the storm began to pass outside, the two remained wrapped in their loving embrace. One that would hold them together from now until their last day. They had always said life wasn't going to be easy but their love was a testament to the fact that if they were together they'd always overcome it. Of course when Rachel woke up there was one random bed sock in their bed, the other's location was unknown. She laughed because this was her life and she wouldn't trade a single second of it.
