So, I figured I'd just post this now because it's as good as it's going to get right now. I think I'll be going back and editing it at some point, and maybe adding more- but at that point I'll post a note as a new chapter so you'll get a message if you're following this story.
Disclaimer: I do not own glee.
EPILOGUE
Quinn sighed as she sank into the hot water: it immediately soothed the throbbing ache in her back.
Her wife had ran her a bath as soon as she had came home from her show.
She heard the door to the bathroom open and turned her head with a smile, to see Rachel walking in with a cup of hot chocolate for her, eyes firmly fixed to the ground.
She was still her dork.
"You can look you know." She said with a smile. They had reached a level of comfort with one another that they were no longer embarrassed to share anything.
Rachel carefully handed over the cup, and knelt down by the tub, folding her arms and resting her chin in top of them, her eyes searching Quinn's face.
The blonde stared back, wondering what was going on in that gorgeous mind of her's, when a small goofy smile appeared on her favourite face.
"You are so beautiful."
Quinn blushed, and then scoffed, "I'm the size of a whale."
Rachel's grin only grew as she turned her gaze to where the noticeable baby bump poked out of the water. She reverently placed her hand on the swell of her wife's belly and giggled as it was kicked. "How's my two favourite people doing?"
Quinn couldn't help but smile again. She noticed Rachel had changed into her college hoody and a pair of boy shorts. Her preference was Rachel's homely outfits- despite how ravishing she could look- her at her most relaxed was just... Right. "Well, I am exhausted since your son decided to do some weird ninja stunts."
The broadway star laughed, "Is that right kiddo? Are you torturing your mommy? You need to let her rest little fella, okay?" All she got was a flurry of kicks in response and Quinn rolled her eyes.
After a long sip of her drink while Rachel rubbed her stomach, she set the cup on the little shelf built onto the side the bath. "Rachel?"
The brunette turned to her, "Yes dear?"
"Get in."
Rachel could see her wife's pupils darkening rapidly and felt herself grow wet. She was so glad that Quinn's frequent bouts of arousal hadn't been a passing phase of her pregnancy like her morning sickness.
She quickly pulled off her clothes and helped Quinn move forward so that she could slip in behind her and take some strain of her back.
Rachel pressed a kiss to her wife's shoulder, as she settle into the scalding bath. She was honestly impressed that she could still breathe with how hot the water was. It was how Quinn liked it. "Do you want me to..." She didn't even finish before her wife had grabbed her hand and guided it between her legs.
The brunette inhaled sharply as she felt the slick folds underneath her fingertips. It made her think of the first time she and Quinn made love. It was actually in the apartment six floors down when they reunited after they third year at college. After their careers took off, they bought the penthouse suite.
Their apartment had been equal distance between both their colleges so each night they got to come home to one another.
Rachel had been away to London for nine months getting the opportunity to work in a West End show which she got an award for, before coming home. Quinn had flown out to see her opening night and then flew back the next day for she had a heavy workload at the Publishing company she was interning at.
When Rachel arrived home, they hadn't spoken for a week hoping to make it even more special, when they did.
They both agreed never to be that far apart for that long ever again.
They had thrown open the apartment door, Quinn frantically attacking Rachel's lips, her suitcases dropped on the floor. Rachel kicked the door shut, the latch falling into place.
They stumbled further in and Rachel pulled her shirt over her head, and Quinn did the same with her dress, then they fell on the couch. Eagerly running their hands over one another's body.
Then there was a moment. Where everything seemed to stop and they just looked into one each other's eyes and knew.
Rachel swallowed, and Quinn bit her lip. Quinn nodded towards the bedroom and Rachel nodded.
Rachel had been walking backwards keeping eye contact with Quinn and trying to pull off her jeans at the same time, tripping when she realised her stunning girlfriend was wearing a small red bra and panty set. Red was definitely her colour.
She kicked her leg like a psycho to free her foot from her jeans and stopped.
Quinn was smirking at her, "Boxers, Rach?" She flushed and glanced down, feeling a little foolish at having a plain black sports bra and silk black boxers on.
"I-I'll have you know that they really are rather comfortable, Quinn, in fact..." She trailed off as Quinn's smile softened yet her eyebrow arched.
"They look good on you," Rachel started to smile, "But you know what?"
Rachel nervously asked, "What?"
"They'll look better on the floor."
Her girlfriend pressed forward, placed her hand on her stomach and gently pushed her back onto the bed. Then straddled.
Rachel whimpered, because this was the most intense moment of her life.
They had never even taken off their bras or went under the bra when they were back in Lima. They were too worried about being walked in on. After Judy walked in on them the first time, they got used to her, Noah and Dave catching them locking lips frequently.
That being said, they did get quite good at grinding on each other. Not-so-dry-humping was their go to method of release.
But that night they finally got to touch each other without fear of being interrupted. Or any pressure from anything else. It was just them.
It wasn't great. Despite Rachel's research.
Rachel ended up on top for the actual... act, and both of them didn't really know what they were doing. They did know what to do, but they didn't know what to do.
They fumbled awkwardly, but eventually did get one another off, although they both had sore wrists and aches between their legs the next day.
It took almost a year before they could confidently say they were good at it.
Surprisingly, Quinn was louder in bed but less likely to talk during whilst Rachel could say what she needed (or talk dirty to Quinn), but mainly whimpered or made other noises when she was receiving pleasure. They found out that Quinn was a scratcher when she was cumming hard, evidenced by the bloody scratch marks on Rachel's back after their first energetic round of sex (that was the aftermath of the first time they strayed outside of slow love making), and reaffirmed that Rachel was a biter after nipping Quinn's neck.
They had a good sex life, and to Rachel, there was nothing hotter than giving her wife of four years pleasure.
They had gotten married the summer after Graduation, having gotten engaged just after they graduated following an argument that nearly broke them up.
It was known that Rachel had money. She hadn't needed any student loans whereas Quinn, with the loss of her father's income, did. Rachel didn't tell her and with Judy's assistance with all the necessary details, paid them off.
Quinn had been furious when she found out, not happy that Rachel didn't tell her and also that the fact that it was her debt- not Rachel's.
In the end, Rachel managed to blurt out that it would be her debt anyway that she'd pay off. When Quinn asked her how, she said about that if she was her wife then in a marriage debts are shared. "What's mine is yours." Were her words.
There had been a stunned silence before Rachel covered her face with her hands.
"You want to marry me?"
The brunette sighed at the shocked voice of her girlfriend, and she uncovered her face. "Of course I do, but I hadn't planned to propose it like that."
"Well what way did you plan to?" Quinn asked with a shy smile.
Rachel nervously pushed her hair back, "H-how about you wait until tomorrow and see?"
"Tomorrow?!"
"Yes, but, um... Are you inclined to give these plans an approval or- or not?"
Quinn chuckled, "Well, how about you wait until tomorrow and see?"
(She said yes.)
The brunette carefully pressed down, the swollen lips spreading under her fingers so that she touched her slit and then slid down to her wife's hole.
She could feel the slick fluid leaking out and teased the entrance. It was interesting how she could feel the difference between the water and the silky cum starting to coat her fingers. Quinn gasped her name, and so she quickly pushed two fingers up inside of her.
Rachel moaned as those tight walls gripped her fingers pulling them deeper into the snug passage.
Quinn moaned her name louder and clumsily tried to rock her hips, but couldn't move much because of her stomach.
Rachel soothed her, being careful to avoid Quinn's sensitive breasts that had increased in size due to their impending family addition. She carefully pumping her fingers in and out, feeling the walls squeezing around her each time she went to pull out. As Quinn's cries increased in pitch she stopped pulling out and pushed in deeper, then curled her fingers to hook onto the raised rough patch that drove her wife crazy. Quinn moaned and lifted a leg out of the water, sloshing water over the floor as Rachel started pressing on her spongy g-spot.
"Cum for me babe." Rachel husked into Quinn's ear, then ran her thumb over her aching little clit.
Quinn practically screamed her name as her fingers were crushed with the force of the author's orgasm. Rachel felt the scalding hot rush of thick fluid as Quinn's juices were released, coating her hand and gushing out into the bath.
As her wife panted for breath she clenched her thighs. That was so fucking hot. Yeah, she had started cursing because getting naked with Quinn left no room for intelligent thought.
They soon got out of the bath, Rachel helping Quinn to get out and then drying her quickly with the towel before drying herself off. She was going to get her wife her dressing gown and pyjamas, but apparently Quinn was now too warm.
Leaving Rachel stare at that magnificent ass as it left the room.
Rachel stared for a minute before dropping her clothes and running after her. She yelped and hopped around a bit as she stubbed her toe on the way to their bedroom.
By the time she got there, Quinn had gotten into bed and was asleep.
Rachel couldn't help but gape at her for a good few minutes before she huffed out a sigh and went back for her pyjamas.
Her arousal cooled off as she redressed, let the bath water out and dried the floor off. She couldn't really be annoyed. She knew the baby took a lot out of Quinn and there was only two months left before he would be here. They still had yet to pick a name.
She took the cup of now cold hot chocolate that had only been half drunk and rinsed it out, dried it, and put it back in the cupboard.
Then she went back to bed.
She smiled at the sight of Quinn trying to curl into a ball, and slipped under the covers. Like a heat seeking missile, Quinn immediately slithered across the bed and latched on to her. Rachel swallowed as her wife's naked body pressed against her, making her arousal flare back up, then a leg made its way in between her's and she whimpered.
It was going to be a long night. And the boys would be visiting tomorrow.
When Rachel awoke the next morning, it was to Quinn's hand cupping between her legs and somehow her clothing of her bottom half had disappeared.
"You were wet. I could feel you on my leg." Rachel whimpered as Quinn's fingers spread her open. Quinn knew that drove her mad.
Quinn grinned as Rachel tried not to move, letting her do what she wanted.
She had fully intended on paying Rachel back after the bath, until her head hit the pillow.
She had woken up a few minutes ago with Rachel humping her leg in her sleep, her wetness coming through two layers of fabric.
Quinn had immediately pulled her leg away, noticing the glistening wetness, and peeled the clothing off, then tossed it across the room.
She lay on her side and put her hand between Rachel's legs to see what the situation was and her fingers were drenched. She had just slid her hand down to cover her when Rachel woke up.
A long finger slowly dragged across her pulsing clit, making her whine and spread her legs more. Quinn smiled and pulled the covers back to see Rachel's pussy as she played with it.
Actually unashamedly looking at one another naked had happened the third time they had sex- three months after the first- and they had both been shy.
It took a little while before they stopped blushing at the sight of each others breasts, but eventually they found the attention they got from each other when they got undressed incredibly arousing.
Rachel, especially enjoyed Quinn looking at her down there.
The blonde spread those puffy lips a little wider using her thumb and middle finger, then bent her index finger to tease the swollen and visibly twitching little bundle of nerves. Quinn licked her lips as Rachel let out a mewling sound, and saw that tight opening flutter and release a river of juice.
With a tilt of her head she determined that her fingers were wet enough and abruptly pushed all three fingers deep into Rachel's core.
Rachel gave a small yelp and instinctively curled up at the sensation as her lower body squeezed the very welcome intrusion. Obviously the stretch stung, she was small and tight, Quinn's fingers may not have been thick but they were big enough.
Still, that's how Rachel liked it. The slight burning pain of being stretched a smidgen too far was a pleasant reminder of the intimacies that she shared with her wife that she could relive each time.
She pumped her fingers quickly a few times, and the wet noise was utterly filthy, but delicious, then it was over.
Quinn's eyes widened in surprise as Rachel came, soaking her hand and clamping around her fingers, clenching her jaw as her back arched as she was unable to bite anything.
Carefully, she pulled her fingers out of the still fluttering entrance. Rachel was limp on the bed, her eyes closed, but her leg twitched and she winced a little as she was left empty.
"That was quick." The author chuckled.
Rachel groaned and rolled on to her stomach, "Don't."
Quinn chuckled, "Awk, someone is embarrassed." She sang, then she saw what was on display, and began palming Rachel's ass.
"What are you doing?" Rachel shrieked with laughter, flipping around after Quinn blew a raspberry on her cheek.
"I wanted to see your face. It's my favourite one."
Rachel smiled softly, "Such a sweet talker."
She moved so that she could kiss Quinn on the mouth and cuddle her.
"I love you, wifey."
Rachel rolled her eyes, "I love you too Quinn. What time are the boys turning up at?"
"Three I suspect, they said they would be here on the afternoon train."
Rachel hummed, and gently stroked Quinn's blonde hair. "One more hour?"
"Yes please." The two quickly dropped off, knowing they would need all their energy for their impending arrivals.
"How's my favourite girl?" Rachel yelled as Blaine and David walked in with their daughter Maria, Noah trailing behind.
"Excuse me?"
Rachel lifted the little girl up with a smile and turned to her pouting wife. "Sweetheart, you are all woman, and my favourite person in existence."
Quinn smiled at that and waddled over to stroke Maria's hair. "How are things boys?"
David had went to NYU to study veterinary medicine as planned, whilst Blaine went to NYU for business and ended up helping his husband set up his own clinic. He then began diversifying once the clinic took off and owned the management company that handled Rachel's affairs and the publishing company that Quinn worked for.
They had gotten married the year after Rachel and Quinn but it was a small ceremony, and they adopted little Maria two years after that.
Noah was a surprise.
He ended up being a chef.
He didn't want the hassle of owning a restaurant and instead manage to book a TV show where he demonstrated different recipes.
And he still hadn't settled down, but he was happy.
They all were; even if life could get stressful sometimes. They still had each other and they were pretty sure they always would.
After Rachel quit the New Directions, Noah and Quinn held out for a few more weeks before getting fed up with the whining of the others and leaving too. Santana and Brittany following them. The glee club was then disbanded for not having enough members to compete and therefore not getting the chance to earn any trophies.
Those two had been a surprise too. Brittany had managed to graduate and get into Juilliard with Mike and Santana went Columbia for Law.
They were still together. They had moved out to LA when Brittany got a job as a Choreographer on some up and coming TV show about a glee club of all things. Santana dutifully followed.
The others were pretty unknown. Mercedes being the only one to crack into the music industry aside from Rachel and that was mainly due to Sam's help.
Finn worked with Burt at the Tyre Shop, Kurt was still in Lima as was Artie and Tina... Sam went back to Texas and that was all they knew of them. They had no clue what they were up to.
Still, they didn't really care.
The other gleeks had made their beds and now they had to lie in them.
They were so lucky to have each other. Rachel watched as her wife laughed at something Maria said and how Dave and Blaine watched with proud smiles.
In a few months that would be her and Quinn. Another new chapter in their lives. One that she couldn't wait to be written.
And it all started from following a boy to the bathroom.
One act of kindness had given her a family she never dreamt could be possible and one she would fight to the death to protect.
From little acorns mighty oaks grow, eh?
Thought a metaphor would be a nice we finish upper.
Any last words/reviews?
Thanks again to everyone who took the time to read/review/favourite/follow this story.
I said I'd finish and I have, woohoo!
Now, I have two prompts to work on at the minute and they will take all my time until they're done.
So until next time...
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