A/N: Guess my short epilogue turned out to not be that short. Hope you don't mind :)

Disclaimer: After all this time, I unfortunately still own nothing…

Epilogue

1 Year Later

Quinn's play finally made its way unto Broadway and the whole gang was out for the opening. It was a sleeper hit and Quinn was instantly the talk of the town. Over the past year, the girls had started to establish a routine back in Lima. Rachel and Brittany spent their days searching for a space to open their studio but had continued to come up empty handed. In the meantime, both Rachel and Quinn participated in Lima's Theatre scene. Rachel had starring roles in the annual musical and various plays while Quinn tried her hand at directing. She enjoyed directing, but found that her passion lie with writing.

While Rachel continued to study Martial Arts, this time at the dojo where Mike was a member, Quinn wrote. She wrote everything from screenplays and stage plays to contributing a number of articles and essays to the Lima Gazette. Both girls also helped Mr. Shue with glee club and Rachel gave a few of the kids voice lessons each week.

They had stayed busy which caused them to slowly drift apart a little and the frustration of which began to put a strain on their otherwise happy marriage. It wasn't like they fought, but they had become too busy to remember the small stuff. They took each other for granted and lost some of the romance that they otherwise cherished. Hiram had once told Quinn to never stop wooing Rachel, and somehow that advice had gotten lost along the way.

Quinn was so wrapped up in the day to day that she forgot to allow herself to dream a little bit. But now, being chatted up by some of the best agents in the business, Quinn remembered that she once had big plans for herself and Rachel. She had always wanted to provide for Rachel, to give her everything the brunette could have ever wanted. Instead, here they were living the mundane day to day and wondered if they made the right choice in choosing to live in Lima.

"Just think about it." An old robust man told Quinn as he thrust his card into her hand.

She looked down at the various cards she had accumulated in the past hour.

"We should, you know."

The blonde looked up at her wife. "We should what?"

"Think about it." Rachel nodded her head toward the man that was walking away from them. "Not him, because he creeps me out, but there were some very good options for agents that can represent you."

"Rachel…"

"You love writing Quinn, and you're amazing at it if the applause was anything to go by." Rachel told her, referring to the success of the premiere.

"I can write in Lima. I have been writing in Lima."

"But Quinn…" Rachel gestured around her. "You can't tell me that you wouldn't want to be in this world. We don't want to look back years from now with any regrets, right? And I have to say that I wouldn't mind being back here for a while."

It wasn't that Quinn needed convincing, it was just that she would hate to have them move and then have things not work out. She couldn't ask Rachel to take that risk with her. Could she?

"How about we give it a year?" Rachel's voice interrupted Quinn's thoughts.

A blonde eyebrow arched. "Live in New York for a year? What about your students or what about glee club? They have a good chance at going to Nationals this year, with our help. Mr. Shue said…"

"Mr. Shue would understand. My students would understand." Rachel's lips twisted into an evil grin. "The only one who wouldn't understand would be Santana."

Quinn paled at the thought.

"Are you happy?" Rachel asked seriously.

Hazel eyes widened. "Of course! You're all I ever wanted."

Rachel rolled her eyes. "I appreciate the sentiment, but Quinn…can you honestly deny that we've been living in somewhat of a rut."

They stood in silence as Quinn refused to answer the question. It was true. It wasn't like their passion for each other had faded, Quinn still desired Rachel more than she'd like to admit. But that didn't mean that the mundane things in life got in the way of their fairytale ending. They were supposed to live happily ever after, except that no one ever told them that their story had a long way to go before 'the end.' So now they were stuck with the part in the story that comes after the perfect Hollywood ending. Quinn got the girl, but no movie ever went beyond that predictable kiss at the end.

"I love you." Quinn whispered.

She was startled when Rachel's fingers grazed her lips, before the small hand rested on her cheek. "I know you do." The brunette smiled. "And I love you. That's why I want to do this. I don't want either of us to have any regrets. I don't want us to be forty with teenagers whose lives we ruin because we want to live vicariously through them."

Quinn smiled sadly. She hated parents like that. Her mom used to be a parent like that.

"It may work out, it may not. But wouldn't you rather know for sure? I can waitress and you can still submit articles for the Gazette. That way, I can also audition while you're becoming a Tony award winning writer or director or whatever you choose to do."

"What about your Martial Arts Studio?"

"What studio? We haven't found a place yet; Brittany can still look while we're here."

Quinn could tell that Rachel wanted this, and she did too so she wasn't sure why she fought it so hard. Finally, she gave a nod. "One year. We'll see how it goes."

2 Years Later

Quinn had been working steadily for nearly two years. She worked on small Off-Broadway projects, but at least she got to continue to write. Rachel had appeared in one of her productions (on her own merits, of course) and had steadily begun to find work on stage as well. But most of Rachel's work consisted of touring with Small Town Son.

The girls were happier than they were in Lima and they also rekindled their romance. Actually, Quinn found that being married to a sexy musician was more than enough to recharge her sex drive. However, both girls found that they missed some things about Lima. Not the town but their friends and family who still lived in it. Fran had recently married and she and her husband moved to New York City on the Upper East Side. They were expecting their first child, which caused Judy to also move to the east coast. She was living in a small house in New Jersey, but she saw her daughters a lot.

Mike had been consistently receiving steady job offers for dancing and choreography, so he eventually moved to the city. Kurt and Blaine were still in Rachel and Kurt's old apartment and had just gotten married (in a small ceremony). And Kahlan and Cara were also nearby. But other than that, their friends had spread out across the country. Artie and Mercedes lived in LA. Tess and Hayley moved to Chicago last fall, after they got married. Brooke and Richard stayed in New Haven, Sydney moved to Lima with Puck and Quinn was pretty sure Puck would pop the question soon. The rest of their friends from high school were still in Lima. Rachel's dads as well as Shelby, Beth, Coach Sylvester and Mr. Shue were back home as well. Last Quinn heard, Brittany and Santana were in the process of trying to get pregnant.

As much as Quinn missed them, she knew that Lima was the place she had always tried to escape. She loved New York. She loved seeing Rachel in New York. The city was where she belonged. It was where she always belonged, and little by little Rachel had begun to reclaim that old spark. The spark that drove her through most of high school; not because she felt the need to prove she was good enough but because she had finally believed that she was good enough. Rachel owned whatever stage she was on. And not only that, but she was thriving in her Martial Arts career as well. She took over many of the classes at her old school and all of the kids loved her.

Quinn knew that New York would be a perfect place for her wife to open a Martial Arts Studio and wanted to breech the subject with Rachel. But she had more pressing matters at hand. Currently, Rachel had just been offered a callback for the role of Fannie Brice in the Broadway revival of Funny Girl. She came home last night announcing the news and they spent the remainder of the night celebrating (read: making love) except when they took a 'time out' to call and notify Rachel's dads, Kurt and Shelby of the news.

At the moment, Quinn had Rachel wrapped up in her arms. The brunette was sleeping, but they both were still very naked. As Quinn held her wife, her mind continued to wander. They were trying to get pregnant, or Quinn was to be exact. She agreed to carry their first child and couldn't wait to start a family with Rachel. Neither girl could wait for that chapter in their lives to begin. That is why Quinn was thinking so intently on their future. New York was the perfect place for them to raise a family, because this is the place that felt the most like home. Quinn smiled to herself, she always wanted to get out of Lima and she knew without a doubt that that fear of being a Lima loser would never have to be something her children contended with.

"You're thinking so loudly that it's keeping me awake." Rachel muttered from within Quinn's arms. She shifted so she faced the blonde. "Penny for your thoughts?"

Quinn cracked a smile as she kissed the tip of her wife's nose. "Just thinking about us."

Rachel frowned. "What about us? You seemed so lost in thought I swore you had been worrying about something."

Quinn pecked Rachel's lips then tightened her hold on the girl. "Nothing bad. Just…" She sighed. "Are you happy here, Rachel? In New York, I mean."

Rachel wrestled free of Quinn's hold and lifted a leg over Quinn's waist, effectively straddling the taller girl. She kissed the blonde passionately before she rested her core on Quinn's stomach, the heat of which caused the other girl to shiver.

"I had forgotten how much I love New York. Lima will always be a place we go home to…but it…it's not home anymore." She furrowed her brows as if wondering if Quinn understood what she was trying to say. "I'm happy here, Quinn. In New York, with you." Then she studied Quinn. "Are you happy here?"

Quinn's eyes shot open wide. "Yes! I wasn't asking because I want to go back to Lima. I know you miss your mom, and I miss Beth…but, this place…it feels right."

Rachel nodded. Then a sad look crossed her features. "Brittany will be sad when I tell her that we can't go into business together." Her eyes widened. "Santana will kill me and you'll never find my body."

Quinn giggled at Rachel's franticly terrified face. "Always the drama queen."

Rachel leaned down and let her lips brush the blonde's ear. She dropped her voice to a husky whisper as she nipped at Quinn's earlobe. "You know you love it."

Quinn moaned when Rachel pressed her center firmly against the blonde's stomach. She swiftly grabbed Rachel's waist and flipped her over so she could top the girl, the swift action caused Rachel to scream in shock.

Quinn then went straight to work, starting with soft kisses down the brunette's body. She marveled at the fact that after all these years together, she still desired the girl that was beneath her. As she let her fingertips dance downward towards their destination, her mouth found purchase on a taut nipple. She smirked when Rachel moaned loudly at the contact but wasted no time in further pleasuring her wife.

As her fingers easily slid through Rachel's wet folds, her tongue circled the girl's nipple before she tenderly nipped at the erect stub. The action caused Rachel's hips to thrust upwards, toward Quinn's hand, for further stimulation where she needed it most. Quinn happily obliged and pressed two fingers into the brunette's opening. She quickly set a pace with her thrusts and brought Rachel close to the edge but refused to let her tumble over so quickly. With that, she slowed down her pace and smiled at Rachel's grunt of disapproval.

When she gave adequate attention to the other breast, Quinn worked her way downward. She placed opened mouth kisses across Rachel's body. Alternating between kisses and sucking hard to lay claim to the other girl, Quinn's head finally settled between Rachel's legs. She used both hands to spread the girl's legs apart and let her eyes study their target. She nearly came undone when she saw the glistening moisture that was visible proof of Rachel's desire for her.

Without warning, Quinn's lips attached to Rachel's clit as she sucked the nub into her warm mouth. The taste of Rachel surrounded her senses and she squeezed the girl's thighs to keep herself from losing it. Finally she released the nub and let her tongue flatten out as she lapped up the remnants of Rachel's juices. As Rachel's screams increased in volume and frequency, Quinn finally gave in to her wife's demands and worked to bring her over the edge.

When Rachel had recovered from her latest orgasm, she shuffled toward the blonde and kissed her thoroughly. Pulling away from the kiss, she muttered. "You're turn."

Quinn traced her fingertips down along Rachel's arm and pulled the girl close to her. "Would you mind…" She nodded toward the closet. "It's been awhile since…"

She didn't have to finish the words because Rachel was already off the bed and walking toward the closet. Santana had given them a strap-on as a going away present when they left for New York. Both girls were nervous about using it at first, but found that once they did they enjoyed it. Quinn used it the most, she actually found herself turned on by the thought of fucking Rachel senseless. But every once in a while, she liked being on the receiving end of it. Being fucked by her wife was so hot.

As images of the last time passed through her mind, she realized that she was getting herself worked up without Rachel even touching her. She rolled her eyes at herself before letting her eyes settle on the sight that stood before her. Without a doubt, her eyes were black with desire right now. Rachel slowly approached her, but before she reached the bed there was a loud knock on the door.

Rachel glanced at the source of the noise, though it was from a distance it was still audible. When her eyes returned to Quinn, she asked. "Do you think if we ignore it, whoever it is will go away?"

"Even if they don't go away, they can wait outside till we're finished." Quinn muttered, upset with the interruption.

"Don't you think about ignoring me, your cars are parked outside so I know you're both home!"

Rachel and Quinn stared at each other in shock as their eyes widened and their mouths fell open. Together they whispered. "Santana?"

The banging on the door got louder. "If you don't open up I'mna go Lima Heights adjacent on both your asses!"

Quinn sighed loudly before climbing off the bed and picking her clothes up off the floor before getting dressed. She threw one last fleeting glance at Rachel. "Raincheck?"

Rachel nodded wordlessly as she shut the door behind Quinn and proceeded to make herself presentable to her guests.

Quinn walked across the living room. "Relax Santana, I'm coming." She sighed to herself as she thought about the fact that she didn't get a chance to cum because Santana had literally cockblocked her.

With a bit of anger, Quinn opened the door only to be squeezed into a tight hug by Brittany. "Q!"

Quinn chuckled and hugged the bubbly blonde back just as tightly. "Hey Britt." She disentangled herself from the other girl and tossed a playful glare at her Latina friend. "Santana."

The semi-hostile reception caused the raven haired girl to burst out into laughter. "Let me guess, we just interrupted an all-night celebratory sexcapade."

A blonde eyebrow arched. "What are you doing here? In New York?"

"We're moving here!" Brittany replied excitedly.

It was then that Quinn noticed both girls were surrounded by lots of luggage. She stared at her friends with a panicked look in her eye. Once again Santana laughed out loud.

"Not here here, so you and the hobbit can keep your lovenest to yourselves." Santana looked around the room (presumably for said hobbit). "But we are moving to the city."

Quinn was speechless, but it turns out Rachel (who just walked in) had something to say. "You're moving here?"

She spoke with excitement as she greeted both girls happily. "When?!"

Santana smirked at Quinn when Rachel released her from a hug. "Looks like someone knows how to properly greet her best friends."

"Of course I'm happy you're here. It was just…shocking." Quinn replied with a dramatic eye roll.

"Why did you decide to move now? It's been two years." Rachel asked as she led Brittany to the couch. Santana and Quinn automatically followed behind.

"With you now on Broadway, it wasn't like you were coming back to Lima anytime soon." Santana replied as she sat across from her wife and Rachel.

Rachel flushed. "Thanks Santana, but I didn't get the part yet."

The Latina smirked. "Yet. See, even you know it's inevitable." Then her face grew serious. "Anyone who ever heard you sing knows without a doubt that you belong on that stage, Berry."

"Santana…" Rachel breathed with tears in her eyes.

The other girl waved her off nonchalantly. "Besides, you would break Brittany's heart if she didn't get to own that studio with you. She can get the dance studio up and running while you're doing your thing and when you have time you can work on the martial arts side of things. Plus, Mike's here so he can help Brittany with the dance stuff and maybe even martial arts stuff too. And Kahlan, she can run that side of things while you're busy."

Quinn studied Rachel for a reaction. It sounded perfect to the blonde. It'd be best of both worlds. Rachel could have both of her dreams, they could stay in New York, and Santana and Brittany would be nearby again.

"Do you not like the idea?" Brittany asked nervously when Rachel had yet to say a word.

The brunette shook her head frantically. "No it isn't that." She held onto Brittany's hand and looked directly at Santana, then Quinn. "I feel…would it be too selfish of me to want it all?"

Quinn was up in no time, wrapping her wife in her arms. Santana also kneeled beside the girls.

"Of course it's not being selfish, baby." Quinn whispered. "You deserve everything. You deserve to have both of your dreams come true."

"But…I hate to ask you guys to move for me. I mean…Santana, you've been re-establishing your relationship with your Abuela and I don't want to mess with that…"

Santana silenced her with a look. "And we're still going to work on that relationship. This won't change that." Santana shuffled in her spot uncomfortably. "But you guys are just as much my family as anyone and…" Santana rolled her eyes and huffed immaturely. "Okay, fine! I fucking miss you both."

"Awww, San." Quinn teased as she ruffled the girl's hair, much to Santana's dismay. She swatted at Quinn's hand with fake annoyance.

"That's not the only reason we're moving here though." Brittany announced. She waited until three sets of eyes were directed at her. "We're pregnant!"

Quinn sat in shock as Rachel's eyes widened. Neither recovered fast enough for Santana's liking. "Geeze, way to make a girl feel special."

She was caught off guard when Rachel burst into her and held her tightly. Then the smaller girl pulled Brittany into them and they shared an awkward three-way hug that Quinn quickly joined.

"I missed you too." Quinn whispered to Santana with a soft smile. Santana nodded with a knowing smile. "Oh, and congratulations."

4 Months Later

Quinn was eagerly awaiting Rachel's arrival. Rachel had been offered the Fannie Brice role and though rehearsals haven't started officially, she has been to several meetings with the director. Besides the meetings with her director, Rachel stayed busy with Brittany, Mike and Kahlan since the four of them had gone into business together. They rented a nice warehouse and were in the final stages of developing the building into their very own studio.

Quinn was immensely proud of her wife. Rachel was ecstatic that her dreams were beginning to show fruition. They had a heart to heart the day Rachel got the part. The brunette had confessed to Quinn that she had similar fears that Quinn did about her self-worth. While Quinn was worried that she had been nothing but a pretty face, Rachel always feared that she had nothing to offer the world but her voice. The brunette admitted that in high school she had always been scared that she was simply tolerated because of her talent.

Even though they didn't always get along in high school, Rachel had acknowledged that Quinn had always been the biggest supporter of her dreams. The brunette took to reminding her wife about their confrontation in the auditorium their junior year. At the time, Quinn thought she was doomed to be miserable in Lima but had hoped that at least Rachel could get out of town and reach Broadway (preferably without Finn).

Rachel had almost given up that dream, or rather it was nearly stolen from her when every ounce of confidence and self-worth she had obtained during senior year vanished in the wake of Russell Fabray. Over time, she learned to love other things. Martial Arts was now ingrained in her in a way that perhaps performing had never been. But the turning point was her audition for Quinn's play. Rachel knew she needed to separate what she thought she needed from what she truly wanted.

It had taken Rachel the year in Lima to realize that she didn't need to perform but that she wanted to. She had told Quinn that even when performing at the Lima Community Theatre (to an audience primarily made up of friends and family), she felt fulfilled. She felt complete. She no longer worried that people only loved her because she had something they desired or envied. Quinn, her biggest supporter, had allowed Rachel to walk away from one dream and toward another. Rachel told her wife that she never loved her more than she did in that moment. And it was in that moment that she truly understood that Quinn loved her for who she was and not for what she could do.

Rachel also admitted to Quinn that as soon as the option to leave Lima had revealed itself, she knew that they were destined to take it. They were both meant for so much more than staying in Lima. Sure they hadn't truly become Lima losers, but their internal sparks were diminishing. It became glaringly obvious within their first month upon moving to New York. Both girls knew that this was the place they would forever call home. This would be the place that they would raise their family.

It was with a smile on her face that Quinn thought about an impending family. She truly couldn't wait for Rachel to get home; she had a surprise for her.

As if on cue, the brunette strutted through the door. Quinn was aware of Rachel's arrival only because she heard the gasp that her wife released when she saw roses scattered across the floor and leading toward their bedroom.

"Baby?" Rachel asked in a sultry tone.

Quinn smirked. She was definitely getting some tonight.

"Yes?" The blonde spoke in a way that nearly had Rachel whimpering. They embraced, sharing a soft kiss.

"Did I ever tell you I have the greatest wife ever?" Rachel smiled as she pulled away from the blonde. "Not that I'm complaining, but what is this all for?"

"Way to cut right to the chase, baby." Quinn chuckled before allowing her right hand to rest on her stomach softly. The movement did not go unnoticed by her wife.

Rachel's hands immediately covered Quinn's. "Please tell me we're celebrating?!"

The smile that appeared on Quinn's face lit up the entire room. She nodded slightly. "I'm pregnant." It was all but a whisper.

Rachel jumped into her and held her tightly before she flew back and released her hold on the other girl. "I didn't hurt you did I? Is the baby okay? Did I hurt it?"

Her tone became frantic causing Quinn to smile lopsidedly. "Relax, Rach. I'm not that fragile. I mean, we can definitely still have sex and everything."

"Quinn!" Rachel chastised her wife.

"I'm serious. And I'll warn you now that I get really horny when I'm pregnant, so…"

Rachel's brows knitted together. "Really? Did that happen last time, because you seemed…fine."

Quinn rolled her eyes good-naturedly. "Believe me." She sighed. "At the time I just told myself that being around you was literally making me sick." Then her face grew pensive. "Except that time you told us that you were thinking about having sex with Jesse, I actually was nauseous then."

Rachel cooed adoringly. "You're so romantic, Quinn." Then she stepped closer to the blonde and dropped her voice to a seductive whisper. "So, are we going to celebrate or what?"

Quinn kissed her thoroughly and was about to lead Rachel to their bedroom when the doorbell rang. She pulled away from the embrace with a scowl on her face. "I swear, Santana has the worst timing ever."

It came out as a growl and Rachel laughed out loud. "And here I thought I was the one with the sixth sense." She made her way toward the door. "I'll just get rid of them."

"Hurry."

When Rachel opened the door, she was enveloped in a hug and roughly twirled around in a circle. The action caused her to yelp in shock.

"Just look at you, my little Jewish princess!" Puck smirked as he set Rachel down and directed his attention toward Quinn. "And Baby Mama."

"Puck." Quinn couldn't help smiling at the boy, she had missed him. "Sydney."

"Hey guys!" Syd greeted happily before hugging both of her friends.

"What brings you to our neck of the woods?" Rachel asked as she led their guests into the living room.

"Oh you know…" Sydney made sure to gesture in a way that drew attention to the large rock on her left hand. "We're engaged!"

"Well done." Quinn said with a smile, addressing Puck. "You finally manned up."

The boy shrugged boyishly. "Well, you know…"

"Congratulations!" Rachel hugged both of her friends, but as she pulled away from Puck she stated with excitement. "We have news too. Quinn's pregnant!"

Puck's eyebrows rose to his hairline. "No shit?" He looked from one girl to another and then noticed the rose petals strewn around the room. "And we just interrupted celebratory sex."

One look in Quinn's direction assured him that his assumption had been true. He chuckled at the scowl adorning his ex's features. "Then we'll make this quick. We're actually here to settle a dispute."

Quinn raised her eyebrow in question. "Pre-marriage disputes? How domestic."

"We were talking about wedding plans and came to an impasse." Sydney explained. "You see, you are my best friend Quinn. And I wanted you to be my matron of honor…but…"

"But you're my Baby Mama and I want you to stand beside me!" Puck whined.

Quinn looked between the two, her eyes settling on Puck. "Who else is in the wedding party?"

"I want you, Rachel and Beth to stand with me. And Sydney wants you, Tess and Hayley."

The blonde nodded as her eyes met Rachel's. The brunette had tears in her eyes. "You want me?" Her words were directed at Puck. "I'd be honored, and so would Quinn."

"Booyah!" Puck pumped his fist in the air.

"What about me?" Sydney pouted.

"Come on babe, I knew her longer so she should be mine on principle."

Sydney rolled her eyes. "I figured she'd choose you, but I had to try." She sighed. "I'll ask Brooke."

A smirk crossed Quinn's face. "I'm actually surprised you fought over me, I would have thought you'd want Rachel. You did have a crush on her after all."

Sydney blushed. "Are you ever going to let me live that down?"

"Nope." Quinn made sure she popped the 'p' for emphasis.

"So, now that that's settled…we'll leave you to…celebrating." Puck wiggled his eyebrows as he smirked at his friends. "But seriously, congrats guys."

"Thanks Puck."

Almost 3 Years Later

Quinn walked into the waiting room in a happy daze. As soon as she entered, the room full of people excitedly approached her. She saw her two year old, Anderson (named specifically after Anderson Cooper), was playing with Santana's daughter, Lily, and Fran's son, Oliver. Beth was watching over them. Shelby and Beth moved to New York (along with the Berry men) as soon as Quinn and Rachel announced Quinn's pregnancy. Puck and Sydney followed shortly after so Puck could stay near Beth (and everyone else).

"How'd it go? How's my baby?" Hiram asked nervously when he was near enough to Quinn.

"She's fine. They both are." Quinn smiled with adoration. "Baby Hope is as beautiful as her mother is."

"Awwww. When can we see them?" Judy asked excitedly.

"Rachel's resting now and they took Hope away to clean her up. I'm going back in there but I wanted to let you know how it went. I'll come back to get you when she's ready for more visitors."

The others nodded.

"Give our little girl a big hug, Quinn." LeRoy announced as he hugged the blonde. Hiram and Judy hugged her as well and congratulated her.

Quinn had been excited when she got pregnant with Anderson, and loved every second of pregnancy this time through. But when Rachel became pregnant, Quinn never was so content in her life. She loved Rachel being pregnant; she loved that Rachel was carrying their child.

She glanced around the room and found Fran holding her newest addition, Kitty. Then Quinn watched Brittany sit back down in one of the waiting room chairs, the blonde was due any day now. This time around they were having another girl, Marley. Santana had been the most excited when she learned that there would be a new generation of the unholy trinity. Quinn had to remind Santana that this time through they'd make sure that the girls would not be bullies. It was very important for all of them to raise children who focused on lifting others up and not tearing them down.

Quinn made her way over to Anderson and hugged the toddler to her chest. "Mommy's okay, sweetheart. You'll get to see your baby sister soon."

Anderson may have been Quinn's blood, but that boy was Rachel's little shadow. It didn't matter to him that his parents had sort of become famous (Rachel's performance in Funny Girl earned her a part in a new show called, Spring Awakening. Though to Quinn's eternal dismay, Rachel starred alongside Jesse St. Jackass in that play, the brunette had won a Tony for her performance. And Quinn was in the midst of creating a TV show about their old glee club days that was already garnering lots of attention), but that his Mommy was tough and would wrestle with him and teach him to do awesome stuff.

When Rachel had successfully achieved her dreams on Broadway, with Tony in hand, she began devoting more time to the Martial Arts Studio. Wit a family now, she wanted to spend more time at home and the stage took up far too much of her precious time. So she, in essence, retired from Broadway and focused primarily on teaching. Quinn could tell in the brunette's eyes that she was never happier. Sure Rachel succeeded in everything she ever did, but what she ended up being the best at was being a mother. Anderson adored her and she adored him.

It didn't take much time at all for the girls to start talking about having another child. And Rachel wholeheartedly wished to carry the next one. Motherhood suited her and Quinn loved Rachel even more for it. Not to mention that now most everyone important to them had moved to New York. Quinn found herself more than simply content. She was beyond happy. She had it all. For the first time in her life, she considered herself lucky. Lucky to have the family she loved, the girl she loved, kids she loved, and a job she loved. She had her health, they had money and they had the most amazing friends anyone could ask for.

She sighed contently as she made her way back to Rachel's room. The woman was still asleep, so Quinn slowly climbed in bed beside her and held her softly. She kissed Rachel's cheek. Whispered an "I love you" and let sleep take her as well.

4 Years Later

Quinn sat beside Santana, Brittany and Fran while Rachel stood in front of the enthralled classroom. It was 'bring your parent to school' day and Anderson wanted Rachel to do a Martial Arts demonstration to the class. Even though Quinn had recently won an Emmy for her TV show and both girls had original songs featured in Artie's recent Hollywood blockbuster, the only thing their kids seemed to know was that they had cool moms who spent time with them and in Rachel's case, took Anderson to Tang Soo Do classes with her.

When he asked the brunette, you'd swear she won her second Tony award. She jumped up and down and danced around the room. Quinn and Hope giggled at her while Anderson rolled his eyes and raised an eyebrow (very Quinn-like).

"Is that a yes, Mommy?" He asked with a faux-seriousness. He may have followed Rachel everywhere, but he was completely Quinn's son.

Rachel skipped over to him and hoisted the 6 year old in the air. He tried not to crack a smile but he was chuckling in no time. "It is a yes!" She giggled along with him before placing him on the ground and doing the same to Hope. "Your Mommy is going to kick some butt!"

Hope giggled in adoration. She had Rachel's good nature and endless optimism. But she had Quinn's sense of style and athleticism. Much to the women's boundless happiness, neither of their kids showed signs of low self esteem. That was something both girls prided themselves on. They didn't want their kids to suffer the way they had, they spent day after day encouraging their kids and loving them and showing them how to love others.

In fact, when Anderson graduated from Kindergarten that spring his teacher said he was her favorite student (though teachers aren't supposed to have favorites, she couldn't help loving the boy). She said that he made friends with everyone in the classroom. And that year, they had two new students come in halfway through the year and he was the one to introduce himself to them and make sure the kids felt included. Quinn and Rachel took him out for ice cream and told him how proud they were of him.

Now with Rachel giving a demo, she was the talk of the class. Quinn smirked knowingly; Rachel would probably have twelve new students by the end of the week.

"I always was amazed when she sang…but damn. Every time she does one of those backspin kicks…" Santana whispered from beside Quinn.

"I know." Quinn agreed. Rachel was truly amazing.

16 Years Later

Hope, Kitty and Marley had remained the best of friends throughout their childhood. But when they entered High School, it became glaringly obvious that perhaps Marley and Kitty weren't just friends. It took until they turned sixteen before they came out to their families and the two had been together since. The three of them were all on the cheerleading team and though their school didn't have glee club, they had joined the school's choir. All three could sing beautifully and they loved it. But Hope's talent lay on the soccer field. She was a born athlete.

Hope currently was fielding numerous college offers. She had been offered full scholarships to continue to play soccer in college. Even though she and her friends were among the most popular in the school (Hope was Prom Queen last year at the Junior Prom), they were never unkind to their classmates. In fact, the reason they were so popular was because they included everyone. They ruled the school with a heart of gold rather than an iron fist.

Anderson graduated two years ago and joined the United States Air Force in hopes of becoming a pilot. He was more than successful in basic training because he grew up in the dojo with Rachel. He was a 3rd Degree Black Belt when he left and had expressed his desire to help his mother run the studio when he returned from his stint in the military. His parents had never been more proud of him.

The kids had chosen their own paths and had their own dreams to bring to life. Sure Rachel and Quinn missed Anderson while he was gone, and knew that Hope's dream would probably take her away from them as well, but they had preached the importance of following your heart and both kids were doing just that. Anderson's Air Force graduation picture was framed and hanging the Rachel's studio. Both women were at every one of Hope's soccer matches and choir shows. They took their roles of supportive parents very seriously, it was the best job they ever had.

Now it was nearly time for Homecoming, and Hope's soccer team was currently undefeated. She had told Rachel and Quinn that she was nominated to be on the court this year, but was most excited about being asked to the dance by a boy she had been crushing on.

"What's his name?" Quinn asked as she put the finishing touches to Hope's hair. Marley and Kitty were meeting her in thirty minutes and her date was due soon after that.

"I told you, his name is Ryder."

"Ryder what? It's your first real date; I need to know this stuff." Quinn demanded.

Hope crossed her arms with annoyance. "You're not going to terrify him like you and Mom did for all of Anderson's girlfriends, are you?"

"We did not terrify all of them!" Rachel pouted.

Quinn chuckled. "I didn't, but you would casually mention that you could kick anyone's ass and well…few ever came back."

Rachel's jaw dropped. "I was weeding out the weak. If they came back, they were worthy of him."

A smile graced Hope's features. "You don't even know how intimidating you guys can be. People know who you are. You've won awards, you own a studio. Our classmates see you guys on TV awards shows and stuff. You terrify people before they even meet you, so when you say stuff like that…"

Hazel and brown eyes widen. "Sweetheart. People don't treat you…differently because of us, do they?"

Hope smiled again. "They're curious. But no, they don't hang out with me because of you guys." Her smile turned dark. "At least you guys are better than Aunt Santana. Kitty was terrified to date Marley forever because she was scared about what Santana would do to her."

Quinn laughed out loud. Rachel cracked a smile. "She really isn't that bad. She's all talk really."

Hope's eyes widened. "Don't let her hear you say that!"

Quinn playfully pushed Hope. "Don't think I forgot what we were talking about. So, tell me about this Ryder guy."

Hope sighed in resignation. "He's a new student. He transferred at the beginning of the year. He's so cute and talented and nice. He just joined our choir."

"Which one is he?" Rachel asked.

"He has brown hair and he's tall." Hope explained. "His last name is Hudson."

Rachel's eyes widened. Quinn's jaw dropped. "You have to be kidding me?!"

"What?" Hope asked with confusion.

Quinn and Rachel shared a look as their gaze fell on their daughter. "We definitely can't wait to meet the boy."

Hope swallowed thickly when the look in her parent's eyes made it hard to breathe. Was she missing something?

A/N: Hope you liked it. A glimpse into their lives throughout the years. I can't believe this story is finally over! It took forever to get here and it was difficult to write at times, so thank you for all of your support. I am proud of the story that's been told and I'm grateful that you all took the time to read and review it!