Chapter is majorly AU!

Decided not to continue the last chapter, because I felt like it had run its course. Watching the closer at the moment, and I just started a blog, so it's kinda been stealing all my creative writing juices. If anyone would like the link, just put it all together.

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Rachel's POV

School was once again over. Junior year had passed in a flurry of excitement, but everything had eventually settled down into some semblance of order. Mercedes finally took Sam back, Santana spontaneously started dating Jesse, which Finn was not happy about , because despite having graduated, Jesse was still "the enemy"(but we're ignoring him because he is of no consequence after his recent actions. I mean, assaulting Jesse at Prom?). Brittany got Artie to take her back, and Noah finally realized the importance of his school work and passed the year with a solid 2.9 GPA, which was an astronomically better result than in years passed.

And myself, you ask? Well, I finally got Principal Figgins to allow Quinn to take me to Prom, with the help of Mr. Shue and Coach Sylvester. The process had been aided when I had gotten my Daddy to come in and threaten to sue the school. The experience was incredibly wonderful. Quinn won Prom Queen, and when we got back to our motel for the evening, we made love for the first time together. I must admit, I feel like a changed woman. I look at life in an altogether new way, and I believe the act of undertaking in sexual intercourse has strengthened the bonds of mine and Quinn's relationship.

Nationals passed in a blur, and our loss was hard to swallow at first. I was entirely enraged at Finn when he decided to kiss me at the end of our ballad. The club, minus Finn, had told Mr. Shue it had been a bad idea, and that I could have performed with countless other partners, but no, the stubborn man was not to be budged. Santana really couldn't be blamed for losing her composure at the hotel, and to be completely honest it was a little hilarious how Sam, Noah and Quinn had to hold Santana back from severely beating Finn. Though this did not stop her from letting out an extremely loud spiel of insulting sounding curse words in Spanish.

~Flashback~

"Mira, yo soy de Lima Heights Adjacent y estoy orgulloso!" Santana screams from one side of the room. Quinn, Noah and Sam quickly run over as she begins to head towards Finn. I look up from my spot next to Tina, and hold my hand to my mouth, trying to hold in my giggles.

"Es culpa tuya que perdimos Nacionales, que culo mandril grande!" she screamed, "Tienes suerte de Snix no está aquí patear el culo!"

"Do you know what she's saying?" Tina mumbled next to me.

"From what I understand, she's threatening Snix on Finn's backside, which she is describing as large and baboon-like."

"Oh," Tina said.

~End Flashback~

Ever since then Finn was very careful around Santana, and we made sure that their numbers were not together, so prom didn't turn into a big fist fight.

Now though, Quinn was helping me pack for my summer in New York with Santana. We had gotten places at a workshop there, and we would be spending the first three weeks of Summer in New York. Quinn was staying in Lima, with my Dads because her mother had once again kicked her out, all because she was a lesbian. We were staying in tonight, celebrating the end of our junior year and my last night in Lima.

"You know I love you, Rachel Berry," QUinn said, kissing my forehead as we settled down to watch a movie on my bed.

"I love you too Quinn Fabray," I said, grinning up at her. I really did love her , with all my heart.

"You know, I can think of something I'd rather be doing on your last night in Lima," she said, grinning devilishly at me.

I smirked, which was admittedly rather uncharacteristic of me. "Well, I can certainly think of something for us to do."

She smirked as well, as she eased my top over my head, and I scooched around so I was lying flat on my back, Quinn lying on top of me.

"You know," Quinn said as she placed kisses all down my abdomen, "I hope you Dads don't come home for a long time."

Half an hour later, both of us were breathless in bed, clothes strewn everywhere. I looked at the clock and grinned my mega-watt smile. "My Dads won't be home for another two hours."

"Excellent," Quinn said as she pulled me on top of her.

Translation of Santana's rant (yes, it is different)

"Listen, I'm from Lima Heights Adjacent, and I'm proud!"

"It's your fault we lost Nationals, you big baboon ass!"

"You're lucky Snix isn't our here kicking your ass!"