A/N: Ohh my goodness the last chapter! I really wanna thank you all going on this trip with me and taking interest in this story. I was really weary about if it would catch anyones attention, and fortunately it did. Make sure to follow me so you all will know what stories I put up in the future.

Remember, translations are bold in the parenthesis. Sooooo without further adoo and waiting because I know you all are sick of waiting lol, the final chapter.

Warning: chapter rated M..

DISCLAIMER: Nope, I don't own Glee.

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Chapter 26

Quinn's POV

"Okay, where do you want these boxes babe?" I asked.

So OMG we are finally done with high school. That chapter of our lives is over and we are starting anew. Graduation night was pretty much like every other graduation except for the part where the gang and I got hella drunk at Puck's party, which included probably the whole senior class, maybe even more than that...and I ended up waking up on top of the roof in a halloween banana suit costume. But that's besides the point.

Just a day or two before graduation, Mercedes told me that her mother had hooked her up with this cool, decked out, three floor, brick loft in the city for her and Santana. Already paid for and everything. It's so awesome.

"Just set them beside the couch." Mercedes yells coming down the stairs. I set the two small boxes just where she said and I then I feel her jump on my back. "Isn't this place awesome."

I smiled and turned around. "I know, I was just thinking the same thing."

"It's a shame you won't be here with me." She fake pouted, holding my hands in her own.

I leaned down and kissed the pout away as I giggled. "I'll still be here whenever I can and whenever you need me. You that."

"Oh really." She purred. "Whenever I need you?"

I took her into my arms, tucking my head into her neck. "Yep." I started placing kisses along it, getting closer to that spot she likes right behind her ear when I hear the door burst open.

"Alright dammit, let's get this show on the road! Quinn, tuck yourself away and get more boxes!" Santana yelled smirking. She couldn't have arrived in another ten minutes. Mercedes chuckled and pulled away, walking to her. I can't help but watch as her hips sway side to side.

"Ten minutes, Satan... You could've given me ten minutes man." I pouted.

She laughed and thumped me on the head walking past, Brittany not too far behind, carrying a box herself. "Stop whining and let's go. Mercedes girl this place is crazy! How did your mom even find this place? I know I've seen the pictures you had, but in person it's even bigger." She said with awe.

I saw the two link arms and walk to the stairs. "Honey you haven't even seen the most of it." I watched as the two best friends walked off into another part of the loft. I feel a presence beside me that I know is Brittany. "So how was the drive here?" I ask.

Brittany shrugged with a smile on her face. "It was cool. Long...but cool. We got to see more of times square on the way here, which was pretty sick; I can see what Rachel was going on and on about."

"Yeah, true." I turned to head out the door, Britt following me. I decide to get down to the point. I reached her range rover and opened the door. "So how have you been?" I looked at her intently.

She exhaled, avoiding my gaze. Albeit purposefully. "Good... worried I guess." She said slowly, grabbing a particularly large box. I step back and wait for her to continue while grabbing the other end. "I just can't believe it's June 12th; I leave after the end of the week."

I can't believe it either. "Well, it is what it is B. You'll do great though; I know you will." I encouraged.

"Yeah. I am pretty anxious. I think I can wait on weird men and women screaming in my face to run though." She giggled walking up the few steps. "I've seen some like vids or whatever on how things operate at the training facilities and it was uhh...it was interesting."

I chuckled at my friend's weird expression and lightly smiled. I know she'll be able to handle it. She takes everything that comes her way by the throat and takes it. We both walk through the doorway and sit the long box by the side table. What Santana packed in this thing, I'll never know. "What the hell does she have in this thing?"

Brittany shrugged. "I don't have the slightest clue."

It isn't until we have almost all of the boxes and bags do I remember what I wanted to talk to Brittany about. I watch as she sets a bag down on the kitchen floor, kneeling behind the beautiful marble island set up. "B?" I see her move to stand, then...BOMP!

"Damn! That hurt like hell." I can't help but laugh at her, her rubbing the top of her head from hitting the jutting side of the kitchen island. "I've forgotten how tall I actually got." She glared as I put my hand over my mouth to stop laughing and stood. "What do you want Quinn?"

I felt myself calm down and I cleared my throat. "Ok, umm. So there's something that's been on my mind lately and I just want your opinion on it."

Brittany nodded. "And that is..."

"Well..." I exhaled. "...Mercedes had this idea. And she's been trying to convince me ever since.

*FLASHBACK TO A COUPLE DAYS AGO* (No One's POV)

It was the day after graduation and Quinn and Mercedes were at the latter's home, packing a few things to move into the loft in New york. Well, at least they were packing, until Mercedes initiated a small kiss that she hoped would lead to a quickie.

"Can I ask you something?" Mercedes exhaled. They were in the middle of an intense make out session which will eventually lead to something else, but half of the dark-skinned girl's mind was somewhere else.

Quinn nodded. "Mhm." She mumbled, running her hands across her girlfriend's thighs. She had a thought that Mercedes had something was on her mind while they were packing. She'd thought that the girl would ask her when she was ready.

Being only in her undergarments, Mercedes moaned, feeling Quinn's hardness grind into her center she herself going with the motion, but still kept her mind focused. "You love me, right?" Tilting her head to give the girl more access.

"Of course." The blonde replied kissing up to her lips.

"And you'd do anything for me to make me happy, right?" She asked unbuttoning the brown flannel Quinn was wearing.

The girl temporarily was lost in soft lips that encased her bottom lip. She couldn't help kissing those lips before responding. "I just...had th-...this idea and I...wanted to tell you about it."

Quinn left one more kiss to her plump lips then moved south again to her lower neck. "Ok, tell me." She encouraged, slightly pulling on the girl's panties. She practically got them down the girl's legs when Mercedes began to speak.

"Change me..." Mercedes whispered, kicking off the garment dangling from her legs.

Quinn reached around the girl's back and unsnapped the purple bra Mercedes was wearing. "Change you how?" She breathed.

The darker girl sat up and threw it to the side and looked deep into Quinn's now neon green eyes. "I wanna be like you. Change me." She repeated holding the blondes face.

It took a few seconds before Quinn realised what she meant and she held eye contact with the girl. She tried to labor her breathing and calm herself, getting her mind to think. "Well umm...it's- it's not that simple you know... You don't need to babe."

Mercedes took a deep breath. "I know, but I've been thinking about it for some time now and I figured why not." Quinn rolled over to her side and stared up at the ceiling. "It's not like I'm asking you to jump off the top of Mount Everest or whatever. This could be a good experience for us; for me to learn more about you."

"I see your point, but it's different from being born a werewolf and turning someone."

Mercedes furrowed her eyebrows and took the duvet to cover herself. "How?"

Quinn inhaled. "Well for one, it hurts... Like, it really hurts and it's not an immediate thing. It may takes days for your body to adjust to the changes. Hot flashes, mood swings, and when you actually shift..." She shook her head. "No." She stood and walked over to the dresser, pulling out a long t-shirt and shorts for Mercedes, putting them on the bed.

Watching the girl stand, she sat up again. "What do you mean no?"

"I mean no, as in I'm not turning you." Quinn said grabbing her pants. Guess that quickie will have to wait.

"Well-..."

"We should finish packing, we have to have all of your stuff ready pretty soon." Quinn finished.

Mercedes huffed and stood, throwing on the clothes that were on her bed. "So that's it? No? Why not Q, you said you'd do anything to make me happy and this will."

Quinn rolled her eyes. "You don't need this, okay? It's not the most important thing in the world." She said buttoning her blouse.

Mercedes walked to her. "I just want to have that connection that San and Britt has; We can be whole together. I hate to say it, but sometimes I get a little jealous of how they can do all these things together and we can't. I want to have that with you-"

"You're gonna go through that pain though. I've seen it Cedes, and-"

"Then what better way than for you to be there to support me and help me through it? Come on, okay, we can do this."

Quinn looked into her eyes. "No is no Mercedes." She said with finality.

Mercedes grasped her hands and looked just as deep into now hazel green eyes. "Will at least think about it? For me, please?" She pleaded.

A few seconds passed between the two. The other girl exhaled through her nose, clenching her jaw. "I'll think about it." She responded lowly.

*END OF FLASHBACK*

Quinn's POV

"You see my dilemma?..." I said.

Brittany leaned on the counter. "Hmm yeah..."

I quickly looked at her. "She just doesn't understand, it's either all in or nothing. Once you take that step, there's no turning back. Literally." I reasoned.

"Okay, well has she asked you about it since then?"

"Um, no I don't think so no. She hasn't even mentioned it actually." I can tell she wants to discuss it, but she doesn't push the matter.

"Well good." She stood up straighter and walked towards me. "More time for you to think right?" She smiled and pat me on the back. We made our way back to the living room and saw that Rachel and Finn had made their way here.

"Hi guys, when did you get here?" I asked.

"Not too long ago...maybe been here for about five minutes." Rachel said giving me a side hug.

"Yeah, we're here setting up some things at she and Kurt's loft on the other side of the city. Thought we'd come by and say hi." Finn said.

Mercedes' face lit up as she sat up on the sofa. "And since they're already here, my cousin told me about this new club up by 85th street. She said it's always jumpin' on Friday nights." Brittany's face also lit up.

"Well great, we should go there then before we leave New York. I want to get some drinks in me before I go to hell camp." Brittany laughed.

I nodded. "Yeah, totally."

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It was way past twilight when Rachel and Finn left to meet Kurt at their bushwick loft. Santana, Brittany, Mercedes, and I managed to get everything moved in; seeing as some of the loft was already furnished (AN- I don't know if that's a word, sorry haha) it went by quicker. I was in Mercedes' room, lying on the bed when I heard a knock.

"Hey, you have a minute? I heard the shower on so I didn't know if you were in or not." Britt said peeking through the door.

"No, it's cool. That's Mercedes in the shower."

She came in and sat on the bed near me. "Oh, okay."

"So what's up?" I sat up straighter against the headboard.

"Alright, so I thought about what you told me earlier. And I think you should give it a chance..." She shrugged.

I furrowed my eyebrows. "What do you mean?"

She tilted her head and pressed her lips. "Really? I mean, what you said earlier about the whole turning thing with Mercedes..."

I sighed and swallowed. "Oh. Yeah."

Brittany nodded. "Yeah, you should go through with it, I mean...it's not like she's a random person asking you to do this. You know this girl, she's your mate, and you know she wouldn't ask you this if she wasn't for sure about it."

"I don't know..."

"Like, now that I think about it, I am curious as to how she would look when she shifts. And you gotta admit, she'd be pretty badass." She giggled.

I couldn't help the small smile to come to my face. But still... "She isn't going to know how to act and everything. And what about other things? Like controlling herself and shifting and-"

"Then teach her." She shrugged like it's the simplest thing on Earth.

"But what if something happens? It's the whole what if factor that's making me reluctant. I just-..." I shook my head. Seriously though... "That's what I'm worried about the most. Anything that happens will come back on me because I made her this way, it was me who turned her. People who know will expect me to keep her in check and make sure she doesn't go crazy or get too over her head."

Brittany inhales shaking her head. "Okay I understand. But one- she's a big girl and I'm sure she knows what is acceptable and what's not. Second- Mercedes doesn't need a babysitter, what she will need is just a little guidance since it'll be a new experience for her. She won't need you to keep an eye on her 24/7, just for a little while."

I just shook my head. I know she's right, but still.

I felt the bed shift and I see Brittany standing in front of it. "You have to trust yourself Q." She pats me on the shoulder before walking out the door into the hallway. Trust myself? Yeah ok...

"Quinn? You okay babe?" I hear. Craning my neck to my side I see Mercedes standing in her Pajamas, her hands working on braiding her hair. Makes me wonder how long I've been sitting here thinking.

Giving her a small smile, I move to sit on the edge of the bed. "Come here." Slowly but surely she makes her way over and I can't help but stand and give her a chaste kiss on her plump lips. Pulling away, I lock my eyes into her deep browns. "I understand."

She then fixes her eyes on the floor as she finishes her last braid. "Understand what?"

"Why you want me to turn you."

"Oh." She says. She exhales and walks over to the other side of her bed. "Look I know you how you feel about it and I know it's probably not gonna happen, so you can just tell me no and get it over with."

Do I hear an attitude? "Well I mean you told me to think about it. And I have."

"And you were pretty avid about not doing it." She clipped.

"And you told me you wouldn't be mad if I said no." I said furrowing my eyebrows. Cedes gets into bed, but before she can pull the covers I quickly walk over and pull them away. I climb on top of her kneeling between her legs. "Chill, okay."

"Don't tell me to chill Lucy Fabray." She said rolling her eyes.

"Uh okay, where is this coming from?" My baby never calls me Lucy unless she's upset or mad. "You don't need to be so angry Cedes. And plus, you don't even know if I was going to say no."

"I'm not angry...-"

"Then cut it out with the sarcasm." I said. I roll over onto my side and turned away from her. Now I'm kind of irate. I can feel her eyes on the back of my head, but I resist temptation to turn around. I shut my eyes and try to get some sleep.

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No One's POV

It was a little early in the morning when Mercedes turned over in the bed, looking at her mate with her back turned against her. Even though she was mad sleepy, she couldn't sleep well without Quinn holding her and vise versa. Although, she was unaware that her girlfriend was having the same problem. Turning to the night dresser where the lamp was, she grabbed her phone and cut it on to the lock screen. '3:06 am' it read. 'What the hell...' she thought. Rolling her eyes, she set her phone back where it was and returned to her previous position. Mercedes pouted and slid closer to the girl. "Quinn? Are you up?..."

Quinn exhaled and rolled her body to face the darker girl. In the background, they could hear some of the New York traffic, people likely just getting home from wherever they were. The full moon from the outside beamed through the open shades, illuminating the room with a beautiful, soft tint.

Mercedes stared at her emerald eyes that reflected neon green. She scooted closer until her head rested upon the same pillow as Quinn's. "I'm sorry. I was kinda being a little booty head." She chuckled softly. Quinn laughed along with her.

"I umm...I thought about it and I-I'll do it." She said quietly.

Mercedes lifted her hand and ran it through the girl's blonde locks. She exhaled and shook her head. "If this is just to appease me then you don't have to. I don't mean to be forcing about it-."

It was Quinn's turn to shake her head. "No, baby no. I don't feel rushed or pressured." She moved closer to Mercedes, taking her in her arms. "I want to do this. Do you still want to?"

"Yeah. There's no rush okay?" Mercedes said.

Quinn laced their fingers together, relishing in being even closer to her mate. "Of course Cedes; now get some sleep. We have a long night later on." She chuckled. The shorter girl had her eyes closed before Quinn could finish her sentence. She looked down at the beauty lying across her side and smiled. "I love you so much." Quinn whispered quietly and softly kissed her forehead.

The crew had spent their last couple of days in New York getting things ready and exploring the city that never sleeps during the night time, including going to that club Mercedes mentioned. It was all fun and games until they had to return to Lima to say goodbye to Brittany. Her flight was to leave in another day, so she and Santana wanted to spend some quality time together.

"You would think that I was getting deployed for months with the way you're clinging to me." Brittany teased.

The latina sat up from Brittany's arms. "Well, sorry then." She mumbled rolling her eyes. She not so subtly shifted over to the other side of the bed.

A frown formed on both of the girls' faces, Brittany noticing Santana didn't take the joke too lightly. "San, I was just joking." She reached over to hold the Santana's hand, but the girl pulled it away. "Oh come on, don't start this." She said, her voice rising.

Santana eyed the girl. "I'm sorry, querida. (my darling)" She apologizes. "I mean that's just kind of how it feels actually."

Brittany reached over to her hand again, successfully linking their pinkies. "Just think of it as a longer summer vacation than when Q and I went to Paris. Except I'll be doing like so much physical training, waking up at the asscrack of dawn, and people I don't know yelling in my face." The blonde chuckled.

"Yeah." She half smiled.

"And when I get back, I'll be in one of those badass uniforms we get to where." She whispered in her ear. Santana couldn't fight the smile on her face. Brittany pulled the girl's naked back against her front. "Mhm, I know you like women in uniform."

Santana giggled. "Whatever. And if one of those stupid officers go too far, I'm gonna come down there myself and go all lima heights on their asses."

"Yes, yes I know this. If I could bring you to training camp with me, I would you know." Brittany said, holding the girl tighter in her arms.

"And don't let those ugly military girls get up on this." The tan girl smirked. "'Cause it all belongs to me."

Brittany smirked and shrugged. "I don't know; having sex at training camp may or may not be on my bucket list…"

The other girl sat up quickly and turned to her with fire in her eyes. "Say what?" She asked lowly.

After a couple of short moments, Brittany laughed and rolled over, tucking her face inside the girl's neck, placing a kiss right over where she marked her girlfriend . "You don't need to worry. Those girls have nothing on you."

Santana growled and wrapped her legs around her waist. "I know they don't, I'm the shit. And they can't touch what's mine."

The blonde left a trail of kisses and stopped at Santana' plump lips. She leaned in close enough for their lips to only graze. The simple kiss somehow displayed the desperation and affection towards each other. "You know I love you so, so, so much. Every time I look at you, I fall more in love with you. I couldn't imagine what my life would be without you."

Santana bashfully smiled at her, and help her face in her hands. She barely noticed Brittany's semi-hard member pressing against her entrance until the girl pushed the tip in. "I love you too." She exhaled, biting her lip.

Brittany pushed herself into the girl further, relishing in the warm heat that made her feel oh so good. She stilled herself and took in Santana's bottom lip and sucked it between her own. As her tongue traced the latina's lips, she slowly moved her hips out and back in in figure eight's.

"Mhm." Santana moaned and moved her hands under her arms and pulled her body closer to the girl. "Go slow." She said into her neck. Seeing as they've been having sex all day, it wouldn't take long for them to climax.

"Okay." She propped herself up, running her thumb along beautiful raven locks and continued her movements.

Santana's breathing started to pick up as Brittany delivered stroke after stroke and she could feel herself getting close. "You feel s-so good."

The latter turned her head from Santana's shoulder, looking into her with hooded grey eyes. She started to jut her hips harder but at the same pace. They held onto each other tightly, the only sound filling the air is the bed rocking and the two breathing hard. Brittany felt Santana's walls constricting around her member and her wetness seeping to her thighs.

"I'm so clo-." Before Santana could finish her sentence she felt her body heat run up. "Oh shit, B!" The familiar tightening in her lower stomach overcame her and her mouth dropped into a 'oh'.

Pale hands gripped tan thighs, and Brittany momentarily paused as her orgasm rushed through her veins. She tried to scream, yet nothing came of it. Santana pulled the girl down to her, kissing her with everything she had while Brittany gently slipped out of her. Brittany placed a head over the smaller girl's breast, entranced by the speeding heart beat that matched hers. While her head was turned, she eyed the small clock sitting on the side dresser. '4:58 am' it read. Sighing, she encircled the girl's waist. It was already in the early morning hours and the blonde had to leave for her flight at 12:00 pm. Which left her eight hours to enjoy her time. "Santana?"

"Hmm?" Santana responded.

"Do you think I could get Starbucks while I'm over there?" She smiled.

Santana laughed caressing her girlfriend's neck and shoulders as her eyes shut close. "I don't know, maybe."

"Britt honey do you have everything?!" Hendrika yelled from the car.

"Yeah mom!" Brittany stepped out of the house with a couple of small suitcases in tow.

The older blonde met the girl at the middle of their sidewalk. "This is it? Where are the rest of your things?" She asked, grabbing one of the bags then fell into step with the girl towards the car.

"Mom, I won't need all of my things, remember; some of the stuff I have I can't take there. I might send some of this stuff back if it's not allowed there." Placing the bags in the trunk the two hopped in the car where a quite Santana waited in the back seat. "Alright, let's hurry; Quinn, Cedes, Finn, and Rachel are almost at the airport and I can't be late for my flight."

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The drive to the airport took no more than 20 minutes. Once they got there, the three of them head to where they saw the other teens and Finn's parents waiting patiently in the lobby. Finn was the first to spot them as he waved them over. They made their way past the other people standing around and fell into conversation once they got to the crew.

Finn's mother was the first to break. "Awww, our babies are growing up." Carol sniffed throwing her hands around the young boy. Burt just settled with a pat on the back.

"I know, omg." Brittany's father, Lance cried mirroring Carol's actions.

"Dad, I um...I can't breathe." Brittany gasped.

"Oh, sorry." He pulled away, patting her arms.

Rachel turned to Brittany, worry written all over her face. "Please look out for each other when you guys go. I heard how pressuring it can get a the camp."

Brittany gently smiled and looked over to Finn. "Yeah, of course. We won't be gone forever."

"Yeah, we'll be alright." Finn said.

Finn grasped Rachel's hand as she walked him to the security checkpoint as did Santana and Brittany. "You're gonna call me when you get there, right?" Santana asked placing her arms around the blonde's neck.

Brittany leaned down slightly to give the girl a gentle kiss on the lips. "I won't be able to call much while I'm over there, but yeah. When I touch down off my flight, I'll call." She confirmed hugging the girl close.

"Okay. I love you."

"I love you too Tana." She looked over to Finn who had just walked away from Rachel, sending her an exciting grin. She walked over to him as they hopped into the security line.

"Sooo… You ready?" He asked.

Brittany shrugged and couldn't stop the dopey smile that come over her lips. "Yeah, I guess."

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Later on that night, Mercedes and Quinn were resting on the couch in Mercedes' basement. "When is your campus visit at Yale?" Mercedes asked.

"It's like in 3 weeks." The short-haired blonde stated. "When is yours and Santana's at NYU?"

"Not until another couple of months. It's near when we start the fall semester."

Quinn scooted closer to the girl on the couch, a grin slowly reaching her eyes. "Wow."

Mercedes furrowed her eyebrows, but gave a small smile nonetheless. "What is it?"

"Dude, we're going to college." She said, her smile getting bigger. "We're like a step closer to our future together."

The ebony girl lightly chuckled and snuggled into the girl, placing her head on her shoulder. "True."

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Yaaayyyy happy ending! Lol. Okay so there is going to be a sequel, but not until I get my stuff together so my updates won't be so spread apart ahaha.

Thanks for rocking with me you guys and gals, see you when I see you!