A/N: This was a just spur of the moment thing. This doesn't mean I'm restarting the story it just means I got inspiration and wrote this little epilogue.
Reviews are more then welcome.
Two years later
Rachel: 16
Santana/Brittany: 18
Quinn: 19
Puck: 19
3:30PM
"No Rachel I'm sorry." Santana said into her cell phone as her boots crunched innocent leaves that stupidly decided to fall in her path. "I don't think my black leggings will fit you. In case you haven't noticed, I'm quite a bit taller then you." She took a sip of her steaming London Fog tea as she walked, her lipstick leaving a red stain on the white top.
"I've had a growth spurt."
Santana chortled, "Oh is that what we're calling it?"
"Hey," Brittney whispered, joining beside Santana easily as they walked to class. Britney was taking 'Writing for Comedic Forms' in the Lincoln Hall building, which was right beside Santana's 'Introduction to Screen Acting' class in the connecting hall.
"Hey. Apparently growing two centimeters is a growth spurt now, who knew?" Santana said sarcastically.
"Is that Brittany? I wanna talk to Brittany, she likes me better." Rachel cajoled. Brittany snorted as Rachel was yelling so loudly she could hear her.
"She likes you better because she's never had to live with you," Santana joked good-naturedly but she passed the phone to Brittany nonetheless.
"Whud'up shrimp?" Brittany said into the phone.
"Brittany, do you have any leggings I can borrow?" Rachel anxious voice filled Brittany's ears.
"Why?"
"For a dance recital." Rachel replied smoothly. She was still doing her rigorous ballet training but had let up on her intense jazz practices at her dance studio to two times a week.
"Isn't your dance recital next week?" When they entered university Santana had made it her goal to get Brittany more organized then before. She bought Brittany a big calendar hung up above her desk with all important dates written on it for easy viewing; including all of Rachel's dance recitals. Even the ones both girls couldn't make they made sure to call her, or text if they were too busy, to offer good lucks ad congratulations.
"No." Rachel replied a little too quickly.
"Uh yes it is. I have it marked on my calendar, San and I are flying in that weekend for it."
"Oh..."
"Oh my gosh," Santana gasped and grabbed her phone back out of her girlfriends hand. She put it on speaker and put the phone in between her and Brittany's ears. "Rachel Barbra Corcoran, do you have a date?"
"No!" Rachel said much too quickly. Santana and Brittany squealed with joy.
"Aww, who is it with?" Brittany cooed.
"I don't have a date!" Rachel insisted.
"Rachel..."
"Fine...his name is Jesse and-."
"Jesse with the Acne or Jesse with the Ferrari?"
"Neither, he doesn't go to McKinley."
The two girls gasped in unison. "Jesse St. James?!"
"How the hell-?" Rachel sputtered.
"Rachel we've screwed so many guys it's amazing we don't have any STD's yet." Santana cackled. "Of course you're the only one now B." She said when she saw Brittany's pouting lips.
"Oh my god, this is sooo embarrassing." Rachel whined. "Wait! She didn't-?"
"No, don't worry. You're not getting my sloppy seconds." Santana yelled into the receiver. "I wouldn't kiss that trout even if he'd been neutered."
"Okay, phew. And gross. And kinda mean Santana."
"Whatever." Santana shrugged. "If you like him then I guess I, maybe, possibly, could too."
Brittany laughed, "Anyways, I'm sure I have something you can wear that doesn't make you look like an overgrown toddler. There's a key under the welcome mat. Feel free to take anything you like."
"Thank you."
"So...who asked who?" Brittany urged.
"Goodbye," Rachel sang as she hung up.
"No-no-no-" Santana groaned. "She hung up on me." Brittany laughed and put her arm around Santana's neck. Santana shoved her phone into her jacket pocket.
"See you after class?"
"Always," Santana replied.
They parted with a kiss. In the middle of the quad. And they didn't give a flying f*ck anymore. They'd gotten out of Lima, away from their judgments and discriminatory fashions. They were even the co-head of the LGBTQ+ club at their school. The first freshman to do so. They were the it couple at their school. It was amazing how much confidence they found they had once they left small minded Lima.
Santana's phone dinged and she pulled it out of her pocket.
From B:
Miss u already
Santana snorted. She had promised herself that she wouldn't turn into one of those sappy couples who gave everyone around them cavities from their suggary sweetness but Brittany was making it hard for her.
Santana turned around and blew a kiss at Brittany who she knew would still be waiting for her where they parted. Brittany jumped into the air and dramatically caught Santana's air kiss. She touched her hand to her heart and waved goodbye.
"Wheelbarrow tonight?" Santana yelled at her parting figure. Wheelbarrow was one of the most liberal, open minded restaurants in town that the girls liked to frequent and it was run by a lesbian couple a few years older then them.
"Absolutely!" Brittany called back."Bye babe!"
"You too are giving me cavities." A girl in Santana's class mumbled as she walked by. If this was Lima, the girl would be on the ground already but everyone here was really open minded and vocally spoke about how cute Santana and Brittany were.
"I know," Santana replied instead of a punch. She breezed by the girl with an extra shake of her hips. With Brittany by her side and an amazing school at her fingertips, Santana felt like she could conquer the world.
Meanwhile
4:30PM
"Hey bro," Puck fist bumped his fellow football players as they entered the change room. His cell phone rang and he took it out. A picture of Rachel, Santana and him that had been taken at her grade 8 graduation lit up the screen. Puck pondered for a moment, his finger hovering over the ignore button but it slowly and almost reluctantly moved to the green answer button. On its final ring and slid the green button and held the phone to his ear.
"Hey Rach," Puck replied. "What's new? It's been a while."
"Try 2 months Noah." Noah's heart dipped. Had it really been that long?
"I'm busy." He said, trying to weasel out of the conversation. "I have football and classes too Rach. I'm trying to manage everything but-."
"Oh please, you're ignoring me." Rachel snapped, interrupting Noah's explanation.
"Rachel I'm in California, there's a time difference."
"Of three hours Noah." Rachel snapped again. "That's nothing!" Noah could picture Rachel pacing back and forth in her room, her eyebrows furrowed and little wrinkles appearing in the space between her eyes and nose.
"Look Rach, this isn't a good time. I'm about to go into football practice. Is this an emergency?"
"No I guess not. I'll call you again after my date."
"Okay cool-woah, woah, woah! Hold up! Date? Who the hell-?"
"Goodbye Noah, we'll talk later." Rachel hung up with a giggle. Puck grumbled as he hung up the phone.
"Little sisters man, they'll give you grey hair before you're even 21." His best friend Marcus commented as he put on his helmet. Marcus had the unfortunate situation of having three younger sisters, all under the age of 18 and as very stubborn as mules. He was going nuts trying to keep older guys' hands off of them and the girls from dating any guys at all, especially since they all seemed to be as headstrong as Rachel, Santana, and Quinn. There were mumbles of agreement echoing around the change room.
"Have you met Madison?" Michael Jim, the teams Kicker, exclaimed. His little sister, Madison Jim, was a freshman and was totally, absolutely, without a doubt, smoking hot. She was also a very determined girl. As in, she was determined to not let her big brother dictate her love life.
"Glad ya'll listen in on my private conversations." Noah said sarcastically. Marcus laughed and slapped Noah on the back in a friendly gesture.
"Hey man, it's football. We're a family," There were whoops and hollers in agreement with this exclamation and Noah smiled, finally feeling at home.
These were his people. They got him.
Noah yelled and slammed his fist against his locker, a ritual they did before every practice, and ran out onto the field with his teammates.
Lima, Ohio
7:30PM
Rachel sighed contently as she hung up with her brother. She examined her outfit one more time in the mirror. She was wearing a slim purple dress with black leggings, both of which she found in the back of Brittany's closet. Her own black boots were on her feet and her kitty purse was strapped across her chest. She was ready.
The doorbell rang just as she finished blotting her lips. Shelby, who had promised to stay in her room so she wouldn't embarrass her daughter on her first date, yelled at Rachel to answer the door.
"Here goes nothing Rachel." She blew a kiss to her reflection in the mirror as she left her room to start a new adventure.
Unsurprisingly, Shelby was waiting by the stairs to inspect Rachel's outfit. Russell stood next to Shelby to keep her from getting too emotional or forgetting her promise to stay on the 2nd level.
"Stop it," Shelby ordered when Rachel stepped outside her room.
"Stop what?" Rachel looked down at her outfit. The dress was modern length, her bare shoulder were covered by a modern shall and she had minimal makeup on.
"Stop growing up," Shelby enveloped her in a hug.
"Oh mom," Rachel sighed. She released herself from the hug and glanced at Russell. They had become more comfortable around each other with only three of them cohabiting together and Rachel hoped he felt close enough to her as she did to him.
"Have fun tonight Rachel-" Russell began to say and Rachel's heart soared.
"But not too much fun." Shelby interrupted.
"Were you like this with Santana too?" Rachel snapped.
"Oh I was so much worse." Shelby laughed.
"Same with Quinn." Russell agreed. "It's a parent thing kiddo."
"Oh but with Noah,-" Rachel squeezed by behind her mother as she and Russell talked about old times. Rachel noticed her mothers expression was wistful and reminiscent.
"It's always harder with your first." Russell agreed.
"Well I'll leave you too to your nostalgia while I get the door because you know, Jesse's still waiting outside." Rachel climbed further down the stairs with each word.
"Be home by 11." Shelby called down. Rachel opened the door to reveal a nervous Jesse pacing her front porch with a bouquet of flowers in his sweaty hands. He looked up at Rachel with surprise.
"What took you so long?" He asked. "I was worried I got the wrong address."
"Did you hear me Rachel? 11:00, not later." Shelby called down again.
"12:00, no later? Okay mom!" Rachel called and slammed the door shut behind her before Shelby could correct her.
11PM
"Quinn?"
"Oh my gosh Rach, tell me everything." Quinn sat cross-legged on her dorm room bed in her pajama's as she let Rachel's words wash over her. She'd been the first person Rachel had told about Jesse St. James and like any good big sister; she'd walked her through the anxiety of a first relationship. Never let it be said that Quinn didn't care about Rachel.
"And Noah began freaking out when I hung up on him." Quinn laughed as she chewed on some candy her roommate had hidden in her dresser. Yale students seemed to have an unhealthy addiction to sugar.
"So wait, back to Jesse. Did he even let you get a word in edgewise?" Quinn was familiar with the personality of Jesse St. James and his unstoppable mouth. She snuggled in her oversized Yale sweatshirt as she listened to Rachel's ramblings.
"Well I guess. I mean he mostly talked about himself but he was probably nervous...I certainly was. We went to dinner and thank goodness he didn't speak with food in his mouth because that is a deal breaker."
"So think he'll ask you out again?"
"We have a lunch date next Friday at Breadstix again. I'm hoping to advance his pallet by the third date. I'm thinking someplace in Westerville."
"Ooo Rach I'm so proud of you." Quinn cheered. Rachel had truly come out of her shell the past couple of years. Not only was she captain of the gymnastics team and head of Glee club, she was also asked to tutor some people in her English class by her teacher. Even though they were mostly popular airheads she didn't let them intimidate her. She stayed true to her intentions and forced them to study and not cheat. Luckily they all passed with low 70's and Rachel begged her teacher to never put her through that again.
"Ya," Rachel replied and Quinn knew she was blushing back at home.
"Oh, how's gymnastics going?"
As Rachel gushed about gymnastics and all the medals and trophies the team was winning, Quinn looked down at the quad from her dorm room window and thought about all that had led her here. A year ago, heck two years ago, this life was unimaginable. And now, life without the Corcoran's was unimaginable. It's amazing how they had wiggled their ways into her heart when she though no one else could.
"Quinn?"
"Hey, I'm still here."
"I'm gonna go to bed." Rachel said but her voice went up a few octaves making it clear she was stifling a yawn.
"Okay kid, I'll talk to you tomorrow?" Quinn asked but she knew they anyways.
"As always." Quinn smiled as she put her phone down and plugged it in. Even though she was currently residing in New Haven, Connecticut she didn't let it affect her relationship with Rachel. It had even grown stronger as it seemed like Noah was avoiding her and Santana had a very busy schedule and could only talk at specific times. Even though Rachel and Kurt were still close friends and Mercedes was still sticking by Rachel's side, it was nice to get an unbiased opinion sometimes, or so Rachel said. Quinn smiled softly to herself, it was cute that Rachel felt like she needed an excuse to call her.
Quinn sighed as she looked at the amount of work she had to complete. She was getting a degree in drama at Yale and was part of the Yale Cabaret, an extracurricular for Drama students to hone in on their abilities. Cracking her knuckles she opened the smallest textbook, titled 'The Thespian Inside of You', and began reading.
The fundamental principles of acting for any true thespian can be derived from the plays of William Shakespeare...
A/N: I was in the mood to write so...ya, out came this baby...hope this gives you guys some more closure and be sure to check out my other stories.
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