Here's my vision of their future and yes, I had this part written too. This was my first adventure in fanfiction writing and I had no idea what to expect with this story. I really only wrote it for myself because I needed to get the words on the page. Thank you all for taking the time to read it and for putting up with my cliffhangers. I only hope that if I decide to write another Quinntana story it can live up to your expectations.

Epilogue:

Santana's POV:

My tongue danced in her mouth. Even after all these years, I still loved the way we kissed. I never wanted to stop kissing this girl. Well, she's not really a girl anymore. She's most definitely a woman who also happens to be the love of my life. I realized we were in public, so I pulled back despite wanting to take things further. I hadn't seen my woman in a month and I definitely missed everything about her.

"I missed you, baby." Quinn whispered against my lips.

"I missed you too, love." I kissed her lightly. "You're never allowed to go on a book tour again."

"Next time, you'll just come with me." She moved her arms from around my neck and placed them around my waist instead.

"Tell your money hungry agent to schedule your next one when I'm not in school."

"That shouldn't be a problem since you'll be done with school soon and I'm not going on another book tour until I finish another book, which I won't do until after I'm done finalizing wedding plans."

I looked at her with a face that said I was both confused and excited.

"Really?"

"Yeah, I think it's about time. Don't you?"

I kissed her again and pulled her in for the hug I had been missing for a month. We had been engaged for two years. I had proposed like I had promised I would right before her book was released. I knew she was nervous about how it would perform. She was a young first time author after all at 22 and the publisher had told her that if the book didn't do well, they'd pretty much drop her. I considered burning down their offices with them inside, but decided to propose instead; killing two birds with one stone. I got to be the one to put a ring on Quinn Fabray's finger and I took her mind off of the release all night long by giving her another kind of release over and over again.

When the book did well, she went on her first book tour. I went with her because it was summer and I was off from school. I didn't even try to get into NYADA. Turns out, I was made for music, but in a different way than I originally thought. I ended up at NYU and found their music program. Specifically, I found producing. It was the right call on Quinn's part that I take a class about the behind the scenes stuff because producing allowed me to arrange music and still perform when I wanted at the same time. I'd been taking classes part-time and working in-between. I was a few credits shy of my degree and I decided to take one summer class just to wrap it up instead of waiting for the fall.

"You've been putting wedding planning off for so long now, I was worried you had reconsidered." I smiled at her as I took her bag off her shoulder and we began walking out of Grand Central hand in hand.

"I just wanted to be able to plan it with you and not be in the middle of putting out a book, baby. You know I want to marry you."

"Still inviting Berry? Cause I may reconsider if you do?"

She laughed at me.

"Yes, Rachel's going to be a bridesmaid. You know that."

"Yeah, yeah. We're still hiding the microphone."

"I was thinking either Mercedes or Alexa would be one too. I miss Mercedes when she's on tour."

Mercedes had made her way to New York along with Artie and Brit. Artie was on his way to Sundance with a movie he'd made, Mercedes was on her 3rd album and tour and Brittany was touring with her this time. Finn was here too and we had to hang out with him from time to time when we were with Rachel. They're still doing the on and off thing, but I'm sure Q will be a bridesmaid in their wedding eventually.

"Brittany and Abby for me obviously. Wait. Would that be weird for you? We haven't really talked about this yet with you always putting it off."

"No. I'm good. They're your closest friends, San."

"They're also my exes."

"Your exes who both have very serious currents. Abby's will most likely be standing on my side of the aisle and they've been together almost as long as we have. I'm just waiting for the two of them to tell us we're going to be bridesmaids."

"We really were pretty smart hooking those two up. Turns out, I actually like Alexa when she's not trying to get in your pants."

" God, that was so long ago, baby. Let it go. We were smart though. Besides that, I'm not worried about you with them because you want me or you wouldn't have kissed me like that a minute ago, Lopez."

"Wait until we get home. We'll be doing a lot more than kissing, Fabray."

We arrived home and I opened the door for her because I wanted to control my surprise. I made her wait outside our place, which was a 2 bedroom in SOHO we could afford because Quinn's second book did so well and she had already received an advance on her third. The second bedroom was currently her office or really a book depository and I found myself in that room often whenever she was gone for work constantly playing catch up to her favorite authors and stories. At least now, we would talk about them instead of me just pretending to be dumb.

When I finally let her walk in, she took in the sight. The lights were dim and the flameless candles I had placed around the entire space lit up our amazing home that we had painstakingly decorated together. There were red roses on every surface and there were more on the bed in our room.

"Baby… you didn't have to do this," She announced to the room as she took it in again. I took her hands in mine and stared into those eyes I had missed for a month; the ones that always saw all of me and loved me anyway.

"I love you. I want you to know that I miss you when you're gone. I'm always thinking about you even when I'm thinking about other things. I'm so glad you're home and I can't wait for us to start planning our damn wedding after all this time." I paused. "I know you've been busy, but do you remember what today is?"

"Should I? I'm sorry. It was a 6 hour flight and my brain isn't working right."

"Five years ago today I told you I loved you for the first time and you scared the shit out of me when you didn't say anything back."

"You're never letting me live that one down, are you?"

I laughed as I lightly kissed her and moved my hands around her back and under her shirt that was really my NYU shirt that she always brought with her when she traveled and I'd see her wearing periodically when we would Face Time or Skype.

"Never."

"I'm still sorry I made you cry, San."

"I know and I told you it was worth it if I got to have you like this and that is still true."

"I have a confession to make," She announced while squinting her eyes and giving me her worried face. Now, I was nervous.

"What?"

"I didn't forget what today was, San. I just wanted to give you a hard time. Here." She removed a tiny box from her back pocket. She still had those ninja skills because I hadn't noticed it before and I was pretty sure I had my hands all over her earlier.

"You're a devil, Fabray."

"A devil who's giving you a gift. Open it," She commanded while inserting it in my hand. It was the size of a ring box, but I already had an engagement ring and we'd picked out our wedding rings along with them two years ago so I wasn't sure what this was. I opened the box and was immediately confused.

"Um… baby, are you asking me to move in with you cause we're already doing that?" I asked her while looking down at a single key in the small box.

She took the key out of the box and set the box on the table next to us. She held it in front of my face and put her other arm around my waist.

"My 25th birthday is coming up."

"Yes, I know that."

"And what comes along with my 25th birthday, baby?" She asked.

"Your trust fund?" I answered with a questioning tone hoping I was right, but I was still confused.

"All the money my parents set aside, threatened not to give me because of Beth, then threatened not to give me because of you, but we got that all worked out, will finally be our money."

"What's with the key, Q?"

"That house we rented for a week last summer at the shore… it's our house now. I bought it. Well, I used part of my advance for the down payment and the trust fund will pay for the rest."

I smiled at her and took the key so she could put her other arm around my waist.

"You bought us a house?"

"Is that okay? I know I should have asked you, but you loved that place and it's not technically in what I'd call the burbs, but it pretty much is and it's not in the city and it's by the beach and-"

"You don't have to sell me on this, Quinn. I did love that place and I love that you did this for us."

"Good. I was thinking we'd go this weekend then and christen it."

I smirked and set the key on the table so I could move my hands around her neck and pull her in.

"What exactly did you have in mind?" I asked.

"I could show you."

She kissed me deeply this time and found my tongue with hers.

"Take this off now." She tried to pull my shirt up. I let her. It had been a month and as much as I wanted a romantic moment with my baby after spending all that time and money decorating this damn place to make it special and listening to her talk about this new house we would share, I also really just wanted her under me in our bed.

"When I'm done with school, we should take that road trip you wanted to go on."

I lifted her shirt off and tossed it to the floor. I pulled her toward our room.

"That was forever ago, San."

"And you didn't go because we were starting our thing and you had just gotten into Columbia and had to plan your move and transfer and we're buying a house and getting married, baby."

I kissed her as she flopped on her own onto the bed and started unzipping her jeans.

"I'm aware of that, Santana."

I helped her pull them off and just stared at her for a second. I continued to be in awe of this woman every time I see her like this.

"What happens after?" I asked her.

"After what? After we're married?" She seemed to not understand my question.

I pulled off the remainder of my clothes and walked up to the edge of the bed and leaned down on top of her. We slid back toward the pillows together and my hand moved up and down her stomach. Without much fanfare, she removed her underwear and bra and threw them off the bed. I could tell she was getting impatient. Hell, so was I.

"Yes, after we're married… what happens?" I kissed her neck while her arms wrapped around my body pulling me closer. God, I missed how she smelled.

"Then, you're really stuck with me."

I laughed into her ear and kissed her earlobe. Her hand began to slide around and head south.

"I was looking for something like 'we'll live happily ever after' there, Q. I want us to road trip or do something fun before the wedding and I still want a perfect honeymoon. I want all of it because once we have those kids we're pretty much locked in for the next 18 years. I want more adventures with you before then."

Her hand stopped and she looked up at me as I leaned back straddling her.

"You said you wanted to wait to talk about that? You said and I quote, 'we're 24 baby, we shouldn't waste our hot 20 something bodies on kids.'"

"First of all, I love when you quote me back to me. Second of all, I'm not saying I want us to get pregnant tomorrow. I'm just saying I'm thinking about this stuff especially when I miss you and I want to clue you in."

Her hand started to move again and she cupped my center as I leaned back down.

"Miss me, huh?" She asked with a cocky smirk on her face. So much for my romantic rose petals.

"Maybe."

"After you graduate, we'll go on our road trip." She swiped at my clit with her thumb and gently pushed two fingers inside my body. She really was impatient. Fine by me.

"Mmm… I do miss how you always know what I want."

She moved her hips up with her fingers inside me to get me to start movements of my own. I leaned in and kissed her while rocking my body against her. I couldn't wait any longer. I missed touching her. My hand moved between our bodies and I found her entrance. I timed pushing my fingers into her with a thrust of my hips.

"Jesus!" She exclaimed.

"Baby, you're so tight."

"Yeah, it's been a while, San. Just fuck me, baby."

I swear I could come just by listening to her foul mouth.

Quinn's POV:

"God, I missed that." She rolled off of me and onto her side facing me while I was still coming down from my high and staring at the ceiling.

"Me too. Phone sex is not the same thing," I affirmed.

She laughed as she curled into me and my arm went around her while my free hand started playing with her hair, something I knew she loved.

"So, how many girls hit on you on this tour? I need to know how many bodies I have to bury."

I laughed while twirling her hair. My first book was the story of two girls falling in love in a dystopian society where sexual orientation is not a thing. It wasn't about Santana and I. It was just that given that my sole experience with love was with another woman, it was what I wrote about. I never expected to get it published, but Santana being Santana submitted it for me because she does that.

After it was published, I developed a following from a certain group of women and they liked to come to the signings and some of them would ask to marry me even though I already had the beautiful engagement ring my baby had given me right there on my finger. Apparently knowing that my baby was a woman jut encouraged them on in their advances.

"At least 100, but I think they deserve to live considering I'm here with you and not with any of them. Oh, a couple of them did offer to have my babies so you may have to get in line."

"Names and addresses, Q." She leaned up on her elbow and looked at me with her serious face. I just winked and smiled at her and motioned for her to put her head back on my chest.

"I can't believe it's already been five years, San." I closed my eyes partly from exhaustion and partly from wanting to run through a highlight reel of our best couple moments in my brain.

"Five years, three apartments, two college degrees for you my little over achiever, almost one for me because I'm a classic under achiever, an engagement, a trip to tell our parents about us that we managed to survive, a five year reunion in Lima that you made me go too, a couple of fights here and there because you're crazy, and two books for you. Speaking of which, what's the next one going to be about? I know you want to plan the wedding, but that's not exactly a full-time thing so I'm guessing you'll be doing a little writing in that office while I sit there trying to catch up on the books you read while you were away."

"I was thinking about making this one non-fiction."

"Yeah? You love that true story crap."

"I kind of have to talk to you about it first though."

She leaned back on her elbow while drawing shapes on my stomach with her fingers.

"Why?"

"Because I want to write about us."

It took her a minute, but I saw the smile finally come through.

"Us?"

"Yeah, I want to write about how we met and fought and acted stupid, but found our way here somehow."

"Really, baby?"

"Yeah, but you have to be okay with it or I won't do it."

"I love that idea, Q. I'd love it if you wrote our story."

"Well, I figured it would make it easier when we're old and telling the story of how we met to the kids and the grand kids. It'll be written down. We can just hand it to them and let them read it and hit the road in an RV or something."

She leaned in and kissed me again.

"If that's the case, we're going to need a PG version, because I'm not okay with our offspring finding out about our first drunken hook-up or really any of our bedroom activities for that matter."

I rolled on top of her.

"So shy all the sudden, love."

"You're lucky I love you so damn much so I'm gonna let that comment go, Lucy Q."

"How about I make it up to you by letting you write the sex scenes in the R-rated version?"

"It would be even better if you'd just reenact them with me now. Come here."

I kissed her again before pulling back to meet her deep brown eyes.

"I'm going to love you forever, Santana Lopez."

"You better because I've already loved you forever."