First thing's first – THIS FIC HAS NOW GOT OVER 11,000 HITS. Wow. Just wow. I need to thank all of you, so much, for reading my fic, especially those of you who have stuck with it since the very beginning. You're all just supermegafoxyawesomehot! :D

Also, thank you to you amazing people who reviewed - w1cked, Callie1121 and Ad3n. Your reviews are always so lovely, and they make me so happy!

Now, I do have some sad news for you all… This is the last and final chapter of Crash :( It saddens me to think that I won't be writing it anymore, but hey, on the bright side, I get to think of a brand new story to start working on ^^

But, let's not dwell on the sad stuff now, there's still this chapter to go! So, here it is, Chapter 11. I hope you all enjoy it – I apologise for making you all wait so long for this update, college has been crazy lately – and, of course, reviews make me happier than Lord Tubbington on ecstasy, so don't be shy, let me know what you think! :D

One year later…

"Now I know I left it round here somewhere… Quinn? Quinn! QUINN!" Rachel all but roared the last word, becoming more and more flustered as the seconds ticked by.

"What? Rach, what is it?" Quinn called, hurtling into the bedroom, fearing the worst.

"I just… I can't find it! I know it was in here the last time I saw it, and now, it's gone, and I don't know what to do, and-"

"Rachel, relax! I'm sure we'll find… whatever is it you're looking for. Just tell me what you've lost, and we'll both look for it together, 'kay?"

"Okay." Rachel smiled gratefully at the blonde, then furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. "It's my stuffed animal. The one that you gave me on graduation night. I left him in here the other day, but now I can't find him, and I'm really worried…"

Quinn giggled quietly at the brunette, finding her panic simply endearing.

"Oh, you mean Charlie? Rachel, honey, don't you remember? We put Charlie on the chair in the corner of our room yesterday, to keep him out of the way while we were cleaning."

Quinn nodded towards the window, under which sat the plush red armchair, which was currently suffocating under a mound of Rachel's clothes. The brunette rushed over to the accused chair, rifling haphazardly through the clothes like a woman possessed. She then let out a small squeal of excitement, as she turned to Quinn and proudly brandished a rather tattered, fluffy purple bunny high in the air.

"I found him!" she exclaimed, elation clear on her face.

"I told you we would." smiled Quinn, as she crossed the room and lovingly embraced her wife.

"Thank you baby." Rachel said, her voice heavy with gratitude, as she melted into Quinn's strong arms and rested her head on the blonde's shoulder.

"Oh honey, you don't need to thank me. That's my job; as your wife, I have to make sure that you are always happy, and that you get everything you desire and deserve."

Rachel couldn't help but to blush when Quinn said this, burrowing her face into her collarbone, chuckling when Quinn giggled and shrieked,

"Hey, that tickles!"

Rachel then stepped back slightly, taking her wife's hands in her own, her expression suddenly serious and solemn.

"Look Quinn. I wanted to apologise for the way I've been acting lately. I know I've been really moody, and even more over-dramatic than usual" – Quinn giggled once again – "But I don't mean it. It's just the hormones I guess, they make me even crazier."

She smiled apologetically, her eyes drifting to the floor as she ducked her head.

"Aw Rach. Come here." Quinn soothed, wrapping her arms around the disheartened brunette and planting a light kiss on her lips. "Honey, I understand that you're going through a tough time right now, so it's fine. I mean, you're having our baby – that's a pretty big deal if you ask me. So, I maintain the opinion that you are allowed to act as dramatically as you want, and make the most outrageous demands. You know why? Because, growing inside of you, is a perfect, tiny little baby. A piece of you and me. And I know that, when she's born, you are going to be the most loving, caring, compassionate, sexy mother in the world." She said the last part with a sly grin on her face, which Rachel answered with a cheeky grin of her own.

"So, now that we're onto the topic of babies, more specifically, the mini diva developing inside me, I had something that I wanted to discuss with you, my blonde bombshell." Rachel said, in an overly-cheesy traditional British accent.

"Yes m'dear?" Quinn replied, chortling at the funny accent they had now both adopted.

"We need to talk… baby names." Rachel announced, a huge grin dominating her striking features.

"Ohhh!" squealed Quinn, the excitement evident in her voice. "Yes, I was waiting for you to bring this up!"

"Okay, so as you know, I am very organised when it comes to most matters in my life. In regards to this, I have compiled a list of my favourite names, which I then divided into categories based on gender. Then, each of those lists is split into groups of the best ones, the mediocre ones, and the emergency names, in case none of the others I have chosen take your fancy. Now, what I suggest is that we sit down and go through these lists, in an orderly fashion, with each of us selecting our preferred names, and-"

"Rachel! Wow, even after nine years together, I still can't seem to get used to your verbal tirades." Quinn chastised, shaking her head in a jokey irritated manner. "How's this? We each pick THREE names, then decide on the best one between us?"

Rachel nodded reluctantly, sad to see her idea shot down but also not wanting to upset her wife, who normally yielded and gave the diva all that she wanted.

"Okay, well, you go first." Rachel giggled, taking Quinn's hand once again and leading her over to the bed, both girls lying down on their sides so they were facing one another.

"Alright. Here goes." Quinn murmured, stroking Rachel's arm tenderly. "My first suggestion is… Jamie."

Quinn beamed, obviously happy with her choice. Rachel, however, looked a tad befuddled.

"Not that I don't love the name Jamie, but Quinn… that's a boy's name." Rachel said.

"Well, I know that, but there are girls called Jamie too."

"Hmm, I don't know." Rachel muttered. "Anyway, my turn! How about this? …. Barbra!"

The brunette clapped ecstatically, but Quinn merely rolled her eyes and exhaled deeply.

"How predictable are you?" she questioned, but immediately regretted her words when she noticed the hurt look on Rachel's face. "Look, Rach, it's not that I don't… love that name. I just don't think it fits our little princess. How about I tell you my second choice?"

The diva nodded morosely, but couldn't help the small smile that lit up her face when Quinn leant forward and placed a light kiss on her cheek.

"Okay, my second choice… India."

"Honestly Quinn, do you really want our daughter to be named after a country?" Rachel teased, a cheeky glint in her eyes.

"I don't know, I just thought it sounded nice. Anyway! What's your next one, Rachy baby?"

Rachel grinned at the term of endearment, then cleared her throat.

"Patty."

"Okay, babe, if all of your suggestions are going to be famous females who've been on Broadway, I think we're going to have a slight problem." Quinn giggled, as Rachel shoved her playfully before wrapping her left arm around the blonde's waist and pulling her close, so their bodies were flush against each other.

"Hmm, I'll take that as another 'no' then, shall I?" Rachel questioned teasingly.

"Yes please." Quinn replied gently, not wanting to upset her wife again. "Well, it's my turn again. I think you might like this one Rach… Steph."

Rachel pondered this for a moment, before answering,

"I do adore that name. However, it seems too… British. We need a name that will suit our California girl… California girls, we're unforgettable, Daisy dukes, bikinis on top!"

Rachel had a habit of randomly breaking out into song, and it never failed to amuse Quinn. She took a minute to allow her giggles to subside, before continuing with the task at hand.

"Okay, so Steph's off the table." Quinn pouted for a second, before winking and adding, "But, that's fine, because we both still have one choice left!"

Rachel took a long, deep, dramatic breath – she might have taken a break from the stage for maternity leave, but it didn't mean she was any less in tune with the actress within her – and prepared to reveal her last suggestion.

"Okay. Here goes. My last and final name is… Juliet."

Quinn couldn't help herself. She snorted loudly, then collapsed flat out on the bed, her body convulsing with each gust of laughter that exploded out of her delicate frame.

Rachel, on the other hand, looked completed flummoxed.

"What? Quinn, what's wrong with that name? I happen to greatly admire the works of Sir William Shakespeare, and Romeo and Juliet is a particular favourite of mine. Why is it wrong to want my child to be named after one of the greatest female protagonists in history?"

By this time, Quinn had finally managed to get her breathing under control, to a certain degree.

"There's nothing… wrong with it, Rach. It just… it's not right. I think, when you find the right name, you just… know. Do you know what I mean? And Juliet, while it's a lovely name, it just doesn't seem right for our little girl."

Rachel nodded resolutely, stroking her slightly protruding stomach and sticking her tongue out at Quinn in a mock act of protest.

"Okay, oh wise mistress. What's your last suggestion?"

Quinn chortled at Rachel's teasing tone, then spoke.

"Ahem. Alright, here we go. My last suggestion is… Sophia."

Quinn glanced up furtively, but was stunned to see Rachel looking rather… mesmerised.

"Oh Quinn." she breathed. "It's beautiful."

The blonde's eyes filled with tears, overcome with happiness.

"You really think so? Honestly?"

"With all of my heart. I love it Quinn, I really do. Sophia Berry-Fabray. It's perfect."

Quinn let out a squeak of joy, before gathering Rachel up in her arms and peppering her face with little kisses. Rachel squealed, surprised by the sudden action, then began to giggle uncontrollably at Quinn's eagerness.

"Quinn! Ahaa, Quinn! Stop! At this rate, I'll end up getting so worked up the baby will pop out right here!" the brunette laughed.

"Oops, sorry baby." Quinn said, lying back down and pulling Rachel towards her, nuzzling her face in the brunette's hair. Rachel then peered up at Quinn, love and adoration filling her eyes.

"I can't believe we're doing this together. I mean, nine years ago I was ready to marry Finn Hudson. And now, here I am, in the arms of the woman I love, with a baby on the way. And to think, none of this may have happened if I had gone ahead with that stupid wedding."

Quinn smiled, before leaning down and pressing her soft pink lips onto Rachel's. The diva returned the kiss, bringing her hand up to caress Quinn's cheek lovingly.

They broke apart a few minutes later, gazing at each other, like two love struck teenagers all over again.

"In a way, that accident was the best thing that ever happened to me." Quinn whispered, cradling Rachel in her arms. "Without it, I never would've got to know you like I did. I never would've… fallen in love with you. I mean, I always had feelings for you, but they grew so much stronger during that time we spent together in the hospital."

"Well then, that's one way to look at it in a positive light." Rachel said, a hint of chagrin in her voice.

"Yeah, well, if you don't look at everything as having a silver lining, then you'd lose the motivation to carry on. And you know what, Rach? You're my motivation. You keep me going. And for that, I'm going to love you, and our baby, forever. No matter what."

"Wow Quinn. I think, for the first time in my life, I have been beaten when it comes to the sappiest, longest speech." the brunette giggled. "But, you know something? You mean the world to me, Quinn Fabray. Through all the struggles we've had, what with finding a sperm donor, and finding the money to raise a baby, you've always been there. You never gave up on me or abandoned me when I had my, for lack of a better word, tantrums."

Both girls laughed quietly at this; Rachel's diva-tastic tantrums were still a sight to behold, even at the age of twenty-six.

"You never left me. Even when I was going to marry Finn, and make the worst mistake of my life, you were there to support me. And… I can't thank you enough."

A single tear rolled elegantly down Rachel's tan cheeks, and Quinn reached out a hand and wiped it away tenderly.

"Aww, come on Rachy baby, don't you start bawling. You'll only set me off, then we'll both be emotional wrecks." Quinn sniffled, attempting to hold back her own tears which had begun to form.

"Okay, sorry babe." Rachel said softly, before nestling deeper into Quinn's arms.

Both girls were exhausted from the emotional turmoil that accompanied expecting a baby, and so began to quickly doze off. But, just before the comforting darkness engulfed them completely for the night, Quinn leaned down and placed a sweet, lingering kiss on Rachel's slightly parted lips.

"I love you Rachel Berry-Fabray. I love you and I always will. Don't ever forget that."

Rachel stirred, opening her eyes slightly to meet Quinn's intense gaze.

"I love you too, Quinn Berry-Fabray. I've loved you since the moment I laid eyes on you, and I will continue to love you until the day I die. That's a promise."

And with that, both girls fell into an easy sleep, dreaming of spending the rest of their lives together, happily in love, with their baby girl to complete them.

You know what the best part was? That wasn't just a dream for them.

That was their reality. And, for that, they felt like the luckiest girls in the entire world.

End.

I can't believe this story has now come to an end. I'm pretty sad about this tbh. I'm really going to miss writing all the lovely Faberry-ness! :(

But, I have to say, writing this story has been AMAZING. Seeing how many people have read it and taken the time to review it, that's just incredible. I REALLY hope you all liked it, I know I personally would've preferred this as a follow-up storyline for after the crash, rather than a little bit on Quinn with the focus on Blaine's bother -.- I have nothing against Blaine, I just think that storyline overrode the seriousness of Quinn's dilemma. ANYWAY. I'm getting sidetracked. So, I guess the point of this rather long author's note was to say: thank you. Thank you to everyone, really. Thank you to all of you awesome readers, you all get free Slushie's, on me! :D Also, thank you to everyone who added this fic to their Favourites/Alerts, which just means the world to me, and to all of you who took the time to leave me a review.

Well, I guess I've said about everything now. I suppose the only thing left to say is… Adios! And, I hope you all stay with me for my future stories, it would be simply brilliant to see a few of you following me as an author and assessing my progress with each fic :D

See ya' next time, folks! :3