-Epilogue-

Spend the rest of my days here

"Beth! Stop scaring your sister!" Quinn screamed from one of the bedrooms, where she was trying to dress their second-born, a seven year old boy who refused to wear his yellow jumper because it was too similar to Beth's one. "Sweetie, I promise it's not the same color, okay? Beth one is bright orange. Yours is yellow."

"Can I put on the green one?" Kyle Noah Berry begged his Mommy, with hope in his deep brown eyes. Quinn had refused to use her surname for the kids, because it was her father's surname too. In fact, now she always signed as L. Quinn Fabray-Berry

"Fine" Quinn groaned, "As long as it won't take too much, okay, sweetie? See you downstairs in five minutes."

"Yes, Mommy" Kyle diligently said.

Downstairs, a twelve-years old Elizabeth Barbra Berry was showing a picture with a big fat spider at her baby sister, who was only four years old.

"Beth, stop it" Rachel said, picking Beth's phone and pulling it away, "If tonight she has nightmares you're gonna help her."

"Oh, come on Mama, we were just having fun" Beth groaned, and she left the kitchen, running in her room to pick her backpack. The little girl sitting at the kitchen table stick out her tongue at her sister's back. Her name was Annabeth Lucy Berry, and she was the exact clone of Quinn at her age. Once Brittany had asked them if they went back in time to kidnap baby Quinn.

"Are you okay, Annie?" Rachel asked, ruffling Annie's blonde curls.

"Yes, Mama" she said with her soft voice that always made Rachel shiver for the cuteness.

"Hey, sweetie" Quinn pecked Annie's head and gave her the box of cereals the little girl was trying to reach.

"Thanks, Mommy."

"Where's Kyle?" Rachel asked, ready to freak out, "we can't be late, it's the first day of school! Is he at least dressed? Oh, my God. If Santana arrives and finds out we're not ready she's gonna freak out."

"What about you freaking out?" Quinn gently said, hugging Rachel from behind and resting her chin on Rachel's shoulder. "Relax, Starlet. Kyle is almost ready, and Beth is completely dressed, we got this."

Rachel turned around and kissed Quinn, running her fingers through Quinn's blonde hair. The same blonde hair their daughters had. Quinn carried them, while Rachel had carried Kyle.

"Ew, stop it!" Annie squealed from her seat, "Auntie Tana always kisses Auntie Britty, and now you always kiss too! It's gross."

"I can't wait until you have your first boyfriend, and you want to kiss him all day long" Rachel teased, kissing Quinn once again.

"Gross" Annie just said, leaving the kitchen. "Can I bring Luke to school?" she screamed from the living room, hugging their big old dog.

"Absolutely not, sweetie, now go get Kyle and tell him that if he doesn't come here in one minute he's not going to Jason's birthday party" Rachel growled.

"The day she'll bring home her first boyfriend I'm going to kill him" Quinn grumbled on Rachel's lips.

"What if she brings home a girlfriend?" Rachel teased.

"I'll kill her" Quinn diplomatically stated, kissing Rachel's cheek, "The girl, not Annie."

"Yeah, I thought so" Rachel said amused.

The bell rang.

"The door is open!" Rachel yelled right in Quinn's ears. The blonde just chuckled. She was used to Rachel freaking out in the early morning.

"Hey, fellas!" Santana Lopez's voice filled the home, "Ready to go?"

"Aunt Tana!" Beth squealed in happiness, throwing herself in Santana's arms.

"I'm the best aunt ever, and I don't doubt that" Santana chuckled, "But all this affection is worrying me, are you planning to run away from Streisand 2.0 and Barbie already?"

"Oh, she's just mad because we took her phone" Rachel shrugged while two seven years old identical little boys ran and hugged her and Quinn. They were the Lopez-Pierce twins: Dan and Mike. Dan was just like Brittany, in fact, he was wearing a blue shirt with a duck on it. Mike was basically Santana's twin.

"Ow, that sucks" Brittany sympathetically said, patting Beth's shoulder, "Oh, well there are worse things."

"Come on, let's go" Santana said, "I have a Beth with Puck; ten bucks we can arrive to school before him and Zizes."

"I'm ready!" Annie entered the kitchen followed by her big brother. When she saw Brittany and Santana her hazel eyes went wide, and a giant smile crossed her lips. "Auntie Britty! Auntie Tana!" she screamed, running to them.

Brittany picked her up, tickling her belly. "You're bigger every time we see you, little one" Brittany said, as Annie giggled under the amused gaze of her moms.

"Alright, let's go, guys" Santana said, "Because if Puckerman, or worse, Porcelain win this bet I'm going to go all Lima Heights on your sorry asses."

"Santana!" both Brittany and Rachel yelled at her, gesturing towards the kids.

"Please, mom, we all know what ass means" Beth groaned, rolling her eyes.

"Elizabeth Barbra Berry, you do not use those words in front of your younger siblings and cousins" Rachel gave her the you-are-crossing-the-line look and Beth kept silent.

"I still found weird that you called her Barbra" Brittany mumbled, exiting the Berry house.

"Kurt Hummel, your son has an evident crush on our Beth" Rachel said.

She and a big part of the original glee club were sitting in a bar, drinking coffee, after leaving their kids at school. The kids were all about seven or eight years old, except for Beth and Max Hummel-Anderson, who were both twelve.

"He was not" Baine replied, and Kurt nodded.

"Well, who would never guessed it?" Puck said, an arm around Zizes shoulder, "All grown up and with kids."

"Honestly, I thought you would be in jail, by now" Kurt said, and Blaine patted his shoulder.

"I know we live in New York, but it would be cool if they went a t McKinley when they'll be older" Mercedes said.

"Creepy" Santana mouthed, "Hey, you know that Shue and Sue are still there? Glee is still for losers, we have to go there and show them who the cool kids were."

"That would be so amazing, Santana!" Rachel cheered, "We could make an entrance without saying anyone we were going, we could break in the middle of glee class singing Don't stop believing and wearing red clothes… did you know I still have the outfit we used back then? And they all would be amazed, and…"

"Oh, God. I already regret this" Santana snorted.

Quinn just smiled. She was happy. Just happy.

A few hours later, Rachel was opening the front door of their home, followed by Beth and Kyle, while she was scooping Annie.

"Beth, get ready for your French class!" she called, "Kyle, you can watch cartoons, but do not eat anything, or you'll get dirt, okay?"

"Yes, Mama" Kyle said, running to the couch.

"Mama?" little Annie asked, cupping her mother's cheek with one of her little hands.

"Yes, baby?" Rachel said, gently dropping Annie on her chair in the kitchen, opening the fridge to prepare dinner.

"Do we get to see you sing, tonight?" Annie asked, "Uncle Kurt said you and him wrote your own musical, and you were going to perform tonight. A-and Beth said that it would be boring because she doesn't like Broadway, but I really, really do, Mama. So, can I see you perform, tonight?"

"Of course, baby girl" Rachel sweetly said, leaning in to kiss Annie's forehead.

In that moment, Quinn come home from work. She was a therapist, and she loved to help people who were going though the same things she went through years ago, and her patients loved her too.

"Hey, guys" Quinn soft voice greeted her kids and wife. She went straight to the kitchen, walking through the living room and kissing Kyle's head. She kissed Annie too, and of course Rachel wanted her own kiss too.

"Hi, Blackbird" Rachel hummed, "Have I told you that I love you already?"

"Once or twice" Quinn giggled, leaving an extra peck on Rachel's nose.

The show was great. It was almost two in the morning when Quinn and Rachel finally managed to prepare their kids to go to bed. They found themselves in the girls room. Beth was curled up in her bed, where Rachel was sitting and brushing her hairs. On the other bed, who had pink and purple blankets, there was Annie, who was already asleep. On a chair next to her, Quinn was holding and cradling Kyle.

"Can yo-uhm… sing?" Annie babbled in her sleep, and Quinn smiled, waiting for Rachel to choose a sweet lullaby to sing at their kids.

"Wanna help me?" Rachel teased Quinn, who smiled brightly and nodded enthusiastically.

And they sang. They sang and it was beautiful, because after seventeen years they were still madly in love like the first day. Every time Quinn's eyes rested on Rachel, she saw this beautiful girl who was strong and determinate, who helped her dealing with her demons, who saved her from the black hole which her life was. And when Rachel looked at Quinn, she saw the pure, sweet, young girl who stole her heart seventeen years earlier, the girl she love more than she loved life itself. A tear streamed down Rachel's face, and Quinn was quietly crying to.

When the song ended, Quinn scooped Kyle to his bedroom, and then she went to her and Rachel's bedroom, where the tiny brunette threw herself in Quinn's arms, hugging her so tight Quinn was having troubles to breathe.

"I love you, Blackbird" Rachel said, and Quinn tilted her head, kissing Rachel's lips with the same passion of their first kiss.

"I love you too, Starlet." Quinn mumbled into Rachel's mouth, and the diva smiled happily. "We did it, Rach. We got our happy ending."

"I'm so proud of you, Quinn. I'm so proud of us, you know? You left your horrible past behind, you become this incredibly strong woman I married, you- I just want you too know that even if years passed, even if we are happy and married… sometimes I still feel like that eighteen years old who was too scared to talk to her friends after Finn's death. And you saved that girl, you saved her, Quinn. You saved me."

"And you saved me, Starlet" Quinn said, with a little sob. She kissed Rachel firmly, grabbing her hips and pulling her closer, "We saved each other, and we got our happy ending."

"I love you, Blackbird."

"I love you, Starlet."

Rachel Berry knew by heart thousands of songs with beautiful meanings, beautiful quotes, beautiful words. But those four words told by the love of her life were the most beautiful music she had ever heard.

Quinn Fabray knew by heart all the songs Rachel had ever perform, she perfectly remember every single performance. But those four words were the definition of perfect to her.

She was happy. And for once in her life she didn't feel guilty about it.

Fin.

Author's note

Thoughts? :)