A/N: Now I know I have typed this meaning something completely different, but right now I'm referring to these chapters: They seem to be getting longer. I'm still really struggling whether or not to start this under a new title. Part of me is really wanting to start fresh with a 'chapter 1' but part of me is wanting to keep going and keep the entire epic tale under the same title. It would be easier for anyone interested in picking it up fresh to read it all in one place...Ah! I can't decide.
One option would be to skip ahead a few months but just say so at the beginning of like, Chapter 55 or something. I may do that. I think that is the best of both worlds. It's like an intermission in the middle of a story.
Again, I don't know, but I will figure it out by the time I post the next update (which is where I would end it if I was to start a new title). Anyway! Thank you, thank you, thank you for the reviews. I was hoping to catch people off guard with the proposal just like Rachel was. I'm glad it worked. Hope you enjoy this one as well.
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"Will you answer that?" Rachel giggled as she and Quinn wrestled under the sheets. "It's the fourth time that they've called."
"So let them go for five." Quinn commented as she teased the diva's neck with faint kisses and ran her hands up the bare skin of the brunette's sides, sending shivers up her spine.
"Quinn Fabray!"
"Fine!" The blonde rolled over and hit the speaker button before quickly returning to her spot on top of her fiance. "Yeah?" She called roughly before diving into a deep kiss, slipping her tongue in to temporarily play with the brunette's.
"Quinn?" It was Kim.
"That is the number that you called." She mumbled as she trailed her kisses between the valley of Rachel's breasts, the diva biting her lip to keep from moaning, as she moved lower. It didn't matter how many times they had done this, each time the sensation left her with the pull in the pit of her stomach, begging Quinn to put her mouth on her.
"I...we...were just wondering if you were coming into work today? It's already nine-thirty..."
"What do I have scheduled for today?" She asked as she moved her kisses back up and swirled her tongue around Rachel's left nipple, causing the brunette to writhe against her. It was a little relief from her throbbing desire but the blonde knew Rachel's squirms by now. She cupped her hand to Rachel and after a few gentle massaging circles of her clit, she didn't hesitate to slip the tip of two fingers inside, grinning as the diva slapped her hands over her mouth as she moaned lightly.
"Nothing really. Just working on your portfolio and we were to look at your schedule to figure out a good time to meet with the gallery owner and for you to do the interview with the magazine before Christmas."
Quinn stroked the diva's spot as she hovered above her, having to agree with her previous observation that it was a turn on to watch her lover struggle to control herself. "I'll be there in...I don't know, about an hour." Rachel's hips bucked up as the blonde applied her thumb and she whimpered again. "Maybe sooner."
"Very professional." Kim mocked with confidence.
"Hey. I'm allowed my day. I just got engaged."
"Are you serious?" Kim screamed in excitement and the couple could hear Adrianne panic in the background, but Kim ignored her. "Congratulations! That's amazing! I can't-"
"Oh, fuck." Rachel mumbled as Quinn slipped in a third finger, cutting off the assistant's words and causing the blonde to grin uncontrollably.
"Are you...I...I'm gonna...go...yeah...bye."
"You couldn't wait like, two more minutes before doing that?" Quinn laughed as Rachel turned three shades of red.
They had been at this all night. Rachel figured at least eight hours if Kim was accurate with the current time. That of course counted make out time and the occasional thirty minute breaks where they stared at each other lovingly or worked on memorizing each other's bodies with their lips. But the diva still wasn't sure how well she was going to be able to walk today. She could feel the soreness even now as Quinn worked her up, grinning above her as Rachel instinctively met her thrusts with a rock of her hips. She didn't care if it hurt, she wanted this.
"Fuck. I have never had..." She let out a deep guttural moan. "...someone work me over like this."
Quinn lowered herself, kissing up Rachel's neck to her ear., panting hot breaths against it with light grunts matching the pace of her thrusts. "And you'll never need someone else to do it. I'm going to take care of you now and forever." She groaned as she felt Rachel begin to tighten around her fingers and heard the diva start gasping for breaths as she neared the edge. She sped up her pace, slapping her palm against the desperate woman who was clawing at her back and sheets the pull intensified as she came, her body exploding, shaking and trembling but she smiling her way through it.
The blonde withdrew her fingers and began peppering every inch of skin with light kisses as Rachel's breathing slowed and the diva's hands ran lightly over her hair and back. "I'm going to be useless at my shows today."
Quinn moved her kisses up and captured her fiance's mouth in a deep kiss, both gasping for air when the broke, resting their foreheads together. "You'll do great. I have faith in your abilities to act like you aren't remembering everything that we did last night each time you move and feel the soreness."
"And what about you? Hmm?" The diva asked as she ran her hands from the blonde's neck, down her chest, and back.
"I don't have to do a lot of walking today, so I'll be just fine. Still remembering everything we did, but not because of the soreness."
Rachel moaned as the blonde returned her mouth to the brunette's neck with slow kisses. "But I don't want you to go to work."
"I don't want to either, but we need to. You can't miss anymore shows. Especially if you are still thinking of leaving it. You need to keep up that professionalism of yours. We can save the all night and all day sexathons for the honeymoon when we don't have to worry about anything beyond eating food occasionally."
"Now that sounds like fun. How long will that last?"
The blonde laughed sadistically as she forced herself out of bed and into the bathroom. Rachel used all of her self control not to join her. "The honeymoon? I think the typical honeymoon lasts between one to three weeks."
Rachel nodded her head. "That could be my reason."
"Your reason for what?" Quinn asked as she turned on the water.
"For leaving Broadway for a bit. They could be mad out you for taking me away just so I could spend more time with you, but not if it's because I'm getting married and going on a honeymoon. I don't think my fans would want me to miss out on something monumental like that just to keep up with an insane production schedule."
"I can ask Kim when I get into work."
Rachel sat there for a few minutes and started to pout. Why did she have to go to work today? And have two shows so she needed to be there early. And she had interviews, to which, she probably shouldn't even wear her ring...Family and friends needed to be informed before the world. "This isn't fair. I'm jealous of you. You get to go to work, talk with your friends, tell them about us, and be happy."
"So come with me and then go to the theater." She could and would do that, but that was only half of a solution.
"Can't I just miss one day? I can reschedule my interviews." The diva pleaded like a teenager trying to talk down their grounding restrictions, collapsing back on the bed dramatically.
"No." Was the very firm reply that echoed from the bathroom.
Rachel sat up and arched an eyebrow at the conviction in the blonde's voice. Was she actually trying to tell Rachel Berry that she couldn't do something? "And why not?"
"Because I need you out of the house today."
She tilted her head in wonder. "Another surprise?"
"It is."
The pouting lip vanished into a smile. "What kind of a surprise?"
"The kind that you'll see when you're meant to see, and know about when you're meant to know."
"You're no fun."
The blonde laughed. "You must have blacked out through most of last night then."
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"Who caved?" Adrianne asked as she and Kim bounced out to meet the newly engaged couple as they walked into the studio.
"Who do you think?" Rachel asked as she held out her hand. Both women's mouths dropped open.
"Holy shit! That must have cost a fortune. Are those pink diamonds?" The diva nodded and the other couple's smiles were as big as hers. "Seriously," Adrianne continued. "This thing must have cost as much as this studio."
"Just about." Quinn mumbled as she ran her hand through her hair, cringing at the actual price. She had prepared herself for something outlandish but when the jeweler actually told her, she about passed out.
Adrianne relinquish the diva's hand to Kim and moved over to Quinn. "Congratulations." She beamed and embraced her best friend. "I'm happy for you. I am really and truly happy for you. You deserve this."
"Thank you." Quinn replied, holding the brunette even closer. "For everything."
Adrianne smiled as they pulled away. "It was my part to play. So," She changed the subject quickly. "Do you get an engagement ring too?"
"She will." Rachel cut her off in excitement. "She just has to pick one out. She never did tell me what she liked, so I couldn't have proposed even if she never caved." Quinn rolled her eyes at the diva's portrayal of it all.
"We all knew she would though." Kim retorted smiling at her boss sheepishly before returning her attention back to Rachel and the massive ring. "How many carats is that?"
The diva looked up to Quinn, eager for the information so she could brag about it some more. "The center is three. The pinks are totaled at one and a half. Which, by the way, cost so much more than the center. I'm going to be working that ring off for the next five years or so."
"They're pink." Kim said plainly. "They're special, so that means they cost more. Is she worth it?"
"What the hell kind of a question is that? Of course she's worth it."
"Then what are you complaining about?" Quinn arched an eyebrow as Adrianne and Rachel bit back their laughter. Kim slowly looked up to her boss again and smiled widely. She knew Quinn wasn't going to fire her, so what harm was done.
"So, Baby." Rachel interrupted, pulling the blonde's attention away. "Do what you need to do for your schedule. Of course, making sure to schedule Christmas off. I want to have a get together for all of us, your Mom..or just 'Mom', my Dads...or-" She waved it off. They knew that this parent thing was going to become a joint relation. "And Scott and Tina as well. And I want it at our place."
"Our place isn't ready yet." Quinn tried to remind the diva but all she got was a kiss in response. "Baby, that's like, a week away. Do you think we can honestly get everything ready by then?" There was still nothing in response as Rachel smiled broadly and walked towards the door, waving goodbye to Adrianne and Kim before she disappeared.
"And that," Kim began. "Is your future wife putting her foot down and listing her expectations."
The apprentice chuckled and patted the blonde on the shoulder. "I congratulate you and you have my condolences. Not only are you whipped, but you are now chained as well." She teased as she followed the other brunette back to the office.
Quinn stood alone in silence as she shook her head in disbelief. She had nothing to say to any of this. It was funny, and true, and terrifying at the same time. This was really happening. Rachel was going to be hers and she was going to be Rachel's. They were going to get married. They were going to start a family. They were going to spend their lives together. "This is a fucking dream." She mumbled to herself as she finally forced her feet carry her to her office.
"There she is. Reality finally set in." Adrianne teased as she sat propped against the desk with Kim standing in front of her, the assistant's hands locked with hers. "Did you have to take out a second mortgage on this place to pay for the down payment on that ring?"
"Surprisingly, no." Quinn assured her as she sat at her desk. "But it was what she wanted, so that's what she got."
"Such a romantic." Kim gushed and looked to Adrianne. "Are you romantic?"
"I seriously hope you two aren't having sex if you haven't even figured that out." The blonde mumbled as she looked over her schedule and Adrianne rolled her eyes.
"That is none of your business. And as for my romantic side...I have my moments."
The assistant looked over to the blonde who nodded her head in a mild agreement while she kept her eyes on the computer. "Her romantic side come from her spontaneity. You're never safe. Doesn't matter where you are or what you're doing. If she wants you...she'll go for you. It's nice and makes you feel wanted, desired."
"Should definitely keep things interesting." Kim mumbled as she leaned forward into a light kiss which led to another and another. Adrianne just couldn't let her go. Every time the assistant pulled back and smiled, the older woman felt compelled to kiss her again.
"Get out of my office." Quinn ordered flatly and firmly. "I could have been at home doing the exact same thing with my fiance, but nooooo. You had to call me four times and make me come in to work. So if you are going to do that here, get out of my office. Go to the dressing room and shut the door. I would also prefer not to hear any screaming of how good anything feels. Thank you."
"There wont be any of that." Kim assured her. "However, I would like at least one more kiss for finality sake." She explained as she pulled Adrianne off of the desk and out of the office. The apprentice looked back at Quinn and motioned for her to plug her ears.
Adrianne barely got the door shut before Kim wrapped her arms around her neck and met her with a heated kiss. The apprentice nearly stumbled over herself in eagerness as she backed the younger woman up against the wall. Fuck going slow. She thought to herself as she gave in to the want that she had been ignoring for over a week now, moving her mouth to tease the assistant's neck.
Kim gasped when the experienced woman found the spot on her neck without delay and bit down lightly. She needed to get control of this quickly or there were going to be regrets. She dropped her hands to Adrianne's as they began to toy with the hem of her shirt and stilled them, pulling them away in her grasp.
Adrianne lifted her head in confusion and met Kim's eyes. "What?"
The assistant panted in reaction to Adrianne's forcefulness. She could see how this was such a turn on. But she tried to steady her breathing. "Slow."
This was different, what she had with Kim. And she knew it at that very moment. Even with Quinn, when they got to this point and the blonde freaked out or stopped them, she had to swallow her frustration, but not this time. She just looked at Kim and nodded in submission. She relaxed her body and the assistant released her hands.
They stood inches away from each other, Kim firmly up against the wall, Adrianne in front of her, studying her lips. With a slow gentleness, the apprentice lifted her hands to rest on the younger woman's hips and lowered her mouth for a tender kiss. It wasn't rushed or forced, just the purest of connections. Kim responded, lifting her hands to the woman's face and deepening the kiss slightly.
Taking their time, the slowly worked up to their previous intensity, but with the understanding that that was all the further it was going. Adrianne rested her forehead against the wall by Kim as they both panted to catch their breath. "What...what are we? What am I to you?" She whispered in the shorter woman's ear. "I know you've said you like me, and that you've always known you've liked women. But am I, in any way, just an experiment?"
Kim instantly started shaking her head. "No. You're not. I don't need an experimental phase. There is no doubt in my mind who I am and what I feel. If there ever had been, I would have been in an unbending denial after what I went through. I don't need to date a dozen women to know what I want."
"And what is that?" Adrianne asked, swallowing around the lump in her throat. She needed to hear it again, just one more time.
"I want you."
The older woman pulled her head away from the wall and kissed her lips longingly before stepping away, still hand in hand. "So, can we make this official? We can still move slow with the intimacy if it feels rushed for either of us, but...would you be my exclusive girlfriend?"
Kim pushed off the wall and kissed Adrianne one more time. "Of course."
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"Hi." Rachel called out waving her hand at the computer. "Can you hear me?" Quinn stood behind her fiance and watched in amusement as the diva's father's tried to figure out how to use the web cam.
"Hi, Sweetheart." Kevin answered, returning her wave and then playfully slapping his husbands hand as Elijah tried to fiddle with the camera's direction. "We just got that to work. You don't need to go messing it up." The shorter man pouted, throwing his hands in the air before fixing his glasses on his face. "So, what is going on up there? Are we going to be getting the grand tour of your new place?"
Both women shook there heads. "I was thinking we could save that for when you get here next week." Rachel explained.
"Okay. Then what is this midnight chat for?" Elijah asked nervously, making Quinn just as nervous.
The men's computer screen went dark until Rachel pulled back and allowed the camera to focus. Kevin was the first to squeal. "Oh my God! Is that...she didn't!"
"She did!" Rachel exclaimed as she pulled the ring away from the camera and slipped it back on her finger. Quinn beamed as the diva turned her head and kissed her lightly before turning back to the computer. Kevin was beaming, gripping his husbands shoulder and he fought jumping in his excitement. Elijah, however, was a little harder to read. His brow was raised in what could either be amusement or shock, but the palm was covering his mouth as he rested his chin in his hand.
The blonde swallowed hard and tried to focus on the darker man's enthusiasm. "Now, tell me, Baby. How close is it to what you wanted?"
"Perfectly." Rachel explained as she adoringly studied the ring on her finger. "Three carat princess cut white diamond center. Six .25 carat pink diamond accent stones in a white gold setting."
"My goodness, Quinn. You didn't miss a thing."
Quinn shook her head. "I remembered everything she said, including just how she wanted to be proposed to."
"Sappy music, roaring fire, roses, down on one knee?" He asked, waving his hand in the air. He had heard it a million times.
"Just like that. She made it pretty easy on me. I didn't have to worry about anything. She had it all laid out."
He laughed. "Yeah, now you just have worry about how to pay for that thing."
Elijah moved his hand to rub the back of his neck and Quinn saw a faint, but not joyous smile on his face. It was one of those smiles people plastered on their lips when they couldn't think of anything nice to say but felt obligated to show some emotion.
"Dad?" Rachel asked and Quinn could feel her heart breaking already. "You haven't said anything yet."
"Congratulations." He replied with mild excitement in his voice, bringing down the whole mood. Kevin frown at him and nudged him, but it didn't change.
Rachel mashed her lips between her teeth to try and compose herself but it didn't work. Instead of crying in front of the men she jumped out of her seat and ran out of view of the camera. "Rachel," Quinn called after her but she was already heading up stairs. The blonde went to follow but remembered about the camera. "Thank you Kevin for you excitement. And thank you Elijah for ruining one of the best days of her life." She slammed the laptop shut and ran up stairs to find Rachel.
The diva was laying in bed, wrapped in the blankets, but wasn't crying. Quinn was at least thankful for that. That meant she was more angry than hurt. She climbed in to bed and wrapped herself around the smaller woman, holding her there until she felt the need to talk. "Why does he have to be like that?"
"He's just worried about you. He's just being cautious."
"He should trust my decision though." Rachel argued back, unmoving from her position.
"Yes, but at the same time, it's his job to-"
"Don't defend him!" The brunette snapped, sitting up to scold her fiance. "His reluctance to approve of this engagement is reluctance to approve of you."
"Someone he has only met once, for less than a week, and I didn't exactly make a good impression."
Rachel turned around completely and glared at the blonde. "You did enough to make up for that. And he even said her approved of our relationship."
Quinn slowly sat up indian style on the bed and rested her hands on Rachel's legs, trying to calm her down. "I know and he probably meant it. However, just because he approves of me dating you, doesn't mean he will approve of an engagement when we've only been together for just over a month.
"But we've known each other for so much longer. I know you better than I know anyone else."
The blonde nodded. "I know, me too. I'm not saying that he actually has something to disapprove of, but that is his job as your dad. He needs to be sure that you aren't going to get hurt and he doesn't feel like a month is long enough to know for certain."
"There's never any certainty about that. All I can do is follow what I feel my heart is telling me to do. He's hurt me more than you have."
"In the last month, maybe. You're forgetting about everything that I did-"
"But that's the past!" Rachel exclaimed, standing up from the bed.
Quinn sighed but chose to give the brunette her space, remaining on the bed. "Think down the road to when you and I have kids, or maybe even think of Beth. What would you feel if she came home on a daily basis, crying, heart broken, and just defeated because she was slushied or bullied, constantly humiliated? How would you feel, knowing that there is nothing that you can do to stop it short of pulling her out of school and sending her to another one, hoping it doesn't happen again?" She didn't answer. "You would feel helpless, useless, unable to protect your own child. But ten years down the road, she shows up with her tormentor swearing she's in love and then engaged a month later? I don't know about you, but I would feel like my unwavering approval would just be setting myself up to be in the same position."
"So, if you're saying you were expecting his disapproval and can justify it, why did you even bother proposing?"
Quinn dropped her brow. "Because I'm not wanting to marry your dad. I want to marry you, and you said yes. It would be awesome if he approved of my proposal, but I was only looking for yours."
The diva whimpered and knelt on the bed before falling into Quinn, both crashing back on the bed. "Why can't her hear that and know it's genuine?"
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Elijah and Kevin sat in front of the blank computer screen, Elijah still bracing his chin on his hand and Kevin with his arms crossed over his chest, glaring at his husband. They had been like that for nearly five minutes before the taller man got up.
"I take it that I'm in the guest room tonight?" Elijah called back, reclining in the office chair.
"No. I am. Maybe you'll get the severity of this when you realize that I'm not kicking you out of the room, but rather that I'm choosing not to sleep next to you."
"They've been dating a month, Kevin! How can you approve of this so easily?"
The taller man turned around and began walking back to the desk, one hand waving in the air. "I'm sorry, do you not remember our daughter two months ago? You know, the closeted depressed diva who was in miserable relationship after miserable relationship? The one who sounded like she didn't even enjoy life every time she called home, pleading and begging for us to come visit because she was so unhappy and lonely? Do you remember her Elijah?"
The shorter man brushed his palm over the pale skin of his balding head and then trailed it down his face as he took off his glasses, setting them on the desk. He pinched the bridge of his nose and nodded his head. "I remember."
"Good. Now do you remember the bubbly, giddy, and ecstatic woman that came home to us at Thanksgiving? The same woman who talks excitedly about her life when she calls home now? The smiling, beaming even, woman who just told us that the cause of that happiness just did the most romantic thing she has ever dreamed of to the T." He stood up straight, his chest heaving in his anger. "How can you disapprove of this so easily?"
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The couple laid where they had fallen. Quinn running one hand through Rachel's hair, the other tracing over the fingers of her hand that was resting near the blonde's shoulder. "Can I answer that?" Quinn asked as the diva's phone rang for the second time.
"Do you have to move to get it?"
Quinn tilted her head back and looked at the buzzing phone on the nightstand. "No. I can reach it."
"Then go for it."
The blonde stretched her arm back and pulled the phone closer with her fingertips until she was able to grasp it and pull it to her ear. The screen flashed with a picture of Kevin. "Hello?"
"Hey Quinn. How is she doing?"
The blonde switched hands so she could continue to comfort the diva with soothing stroke of her hair. "She's doing better. Still a little pissed and hurt, but there's no more screaming." The diva grunted but she was ignored.
"Probably not in the mood to talk?"
"No. She's resorting to grunts now."
"I don't blame her." She could hear the frustration in his voice as well. Hopefully Kevin would get Elijah in line before they came up for Christmas, because that was not the time to have a big family fight. Not only would Rachel get pissed if Elijah started ripping at Quinn again, but Adrianne surely would. "I just wanted to say that despite my husband's irrational behavior, I am very happy and excited for you. I know this may have all happened suddenly but you've been nothing but good for her. All I can do is thank you for that and be thankful that you are there to make sure it stays that way."
"I will." Quinn assured him running the back of her fingers over the diva's neck and shoulder. "I will do everything I can to make her happy."
"I know you will. But, anyway, since I have you on the phone...have you told Judy yet?"
The blonde laughed lightly. "Yeah. She already knew I was going to ask her, but she still freaked out when Rachel showed her the ring. I actually thought she was going to break her in the bear hug she had wrapped around her." The man laughed as he imagined the encounter. "She loves Rachel as much as I do. She sees her as family already."
"And she will be soon enough."
Quinn nodded. "Yes. So, are you still coming up for Christmas?"
"Of course." He responded with his typical enthusiasm. "I wouldn't miss it for the world. Not only do I get the opportunity to congratulate you in person, but I get to see that ring, your apartment, you mother, and meet your ex girlfriend that caused such a stir when you were here."
The blonde laughed nervously, pulling Rachel to look at her, resting her chin on Quinn's chest. "You will also have the opportunity to meet her girlfriend, Rachel's biggest fan."
"You two definitely lead an interesting life. There is no doubt about that. But I'll call her in the morning when she should feel more up to talking."
"Alright. Have a good night."
"You too, Baby."
Quinn hung up and set the phone down on the mattress and ran her hands through Rachel's hair again as she looked deep into those chocolate eyes. "Are you ready to see that surprise?"
The diva smiled lightly and nodded her head as best she could. "Do we have to get up though?"
Quinn smiled and rolled her eyes as the brunette's bottom lip stuck out further than she had ever seen it stretch before. "It's not something I can give you like that ring." She reminded the diva of how big of a surprise that was. "But I can show you if you'd like."
"That I would like." Rachel stated, sitting up and wrapping the blanket around her as she waited, watching Quinn stand up and hesitate.
"You have to go to it. I can't bring it to you."
"Where is it?"
"You'll just have to follow and see." Quinn teased as she took the diva by the hand and led her down stairs and toward the back of the apartment. The longer it took, the more fidgety Rachel became. "You need to learn patience, even in the smallest amount." She led her fiance to her office door and paused until Rachel stomped her foot in a tantrum. "You're so cute when you do that."
"Shut up. Did Kurt get your furniture? Is that what you're showing me?"
Quinn shook her head. "No. Not yet anyway." She opened the door and let Rachel walk into the dark room. "This is my office. This is where I go to escape and find inspiration."n She turned the light switch on and the diva squinted until her eyes adjusted to the light, then she gawked as her jaw dropped.
It was a photographic mural, but definitely different than the other one. This was a collage of pictures in sepia tone that started from one side of the door and stretched around half way. There was that picture that Adrianne had taken of the two of them on the day they met Beth, with Quinn's chin on her shoulder, holding her from behind. There was a photo of Quinn's tattoos on her wrists, and Rachel's on her arm. Another was the photo of Rachel on the front terrace that Quinn had taken after their first night in their apartment, with the diva lost in distant thought, her hair blowing in the wind. There was even a picture of Quinn standing behind Beth, showing her how to use the camera while Rachel was posing on a stool in front of them. All of the pictures were seamlessly melded into one another, chronicling their life together, stretching half way up to the towering ceiling above.
"I haven't decided what I'm going to do with all the space up there." Quinn confessed. "Maybe fill it up with more pictures when the rest of the wall gets full. But I'm saving this area over here for a shot from our wedding, a few from the honeymoon maybe, then when we start a family." Rachel followed the blonde's hand as she mapped each one out along the blank wall. "I can imagine a picture of you right here; eight months pregnant, mouth open, in the middle of yelling at me for having the camera pointed at you."
Rachel laughed at the very real possibility of that photo actually happening, and wrapped herself in the blonde's arms. "This is amazing." Her words came out in a whisper as she looked back over the photos and then to the blank wall. She couldn't wait for that to fill up.
