A/N: Merry Christmas Eve, everyone!
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This is the last chapter of the story, and I hope you enjoy!
This chapter is dedicated to my wife, who has pushed me to continue to update this story, and who has proofread it for me.
As soon as Quinn and Rachel closed the apartment door behind them, the blonde ordered her to stay put and began a thorough check of the premises.
By the time she returned to the dimly lit foyer, Rachel had kicked off her shoes and tossed aside the blonde wig. The brunette's real hair felt limp. She fluffed it with her fingers, and then reached for the buttons of her dress.
Quinn approached slowly, her hazel gaze raking her from head to toe, her expression going so dark and hungry that it made Rachel's heart pound. She loved Quinn so much that she ached with it.
"Oh, no you don't, beautiful," Quinn scolded, grabbing her hands to halt her stripping. She brought Rachel's fingers to her mouth and kissed them gently. "We're not rushing. As badly as I need you, we're not making love here. I want you naked in bed, where I can feel every inch of you against every inch of me."
Rachel had her own ideas about which one of them should be in control. The look in Quinn's eyes made her shiver with excitement. The touch of her lips spread warmth throughout Rachel's body. She wanted Quinn, here and now.
Wrapping her arms around the blonde's neck, Rachel drew her close. Then she looped a nylon-clad leg around her thigh and pulled her even closer. Their bodies pressed together in one slow, fluid move, every feminine curve burrowed into each other. Rachel's blood heated at the feel of her firm, hot body.
Quinn slapped her hands against the door on either side of the brunette's head and leaned down to steal a kiss. But one was never enough between them. Each long, searching kiss slipped into another, and another, until they were moaning and writhing against each other.
"Bed," Quinn insisted, dragging her mouth from Rachel's. The blonde crushed her against the door while her slender hands cupped her face. Her hazel eyes were turbulent with emotion – love, desire, and a need so fierce that it wiped all thought of resistance from Rachel's mind.
"My room's the one on the other side of the kitchen," she whispered, nibbling at her jaw.
Quinn swept her into her arms. "I know," she admitted. "I smelled you there."
Rachel trembled and held her tighter. She could never get enough of Quinn. She loved her sensitivity, the sound of her voice, the strength and feel of her body, even her sometimes frustrating protectiveness. She loved the intensity of the blonde's desire for her. In that, they were well matched. Rachel needed her just as desperately.
Quinn laid her on the bed and followed her down, pressing her body against the brunette's while she cradled her head in her hands. Quinn's kiss was slow and deep and sweet. Rachel understood her need for reassurance. As badly as they wanted to make love, they didn't want to be parted long enough to rid themselves of clothes. They'd already spent too much time in forced separation.
When Quinn finally ended the kiss, she leaned back far enough for their gazes to meet. The naked vulnerability in her eyes made Rachel's muscles turn to mush.
"Say the words again," Quinn coaxed huskily.
Rachel knew what she wanted to hear. "I love you," she whispered, her throat going tight as she saw the way her admission affected the blonde. Quinn closed her eyes, but not before Rachel saw the depth of her response. "I love you," Rachel repeated, feathering kisses over her face. "Now and forever. More than I ever thought it was possible to love anyone. More than I thought I had the courage to give."
"I love you that way, too," Quinn declared in a voice rough with emotion. "I want you to be my wife. I want a lifetime to explore this love. What do you think?"
"Marriage—" Rachel faltered over the word. As much as she loved Quinn, she hadn't dared to dream about marriage. Quinn had never so much as hinted at that type of permanency. "When? Where? How? What about the case? Even though Finn is dead, Leroy will still need me to testify against the others."
"We can be married whenever and wherever you want. I'd rather it be soon, but we can work around the trials. Your life shouldn't be in jeopardy, so you don't have to be a slave to the system. Marry me," she reiterated.
Rachel badly wanted to believe. "You're sure? I don't know anything about sustaining long-term relationships. What if I'm a terrible failure at it?"
Quinn's slow smile helped to ease her small spurt of panic. The confidence in the blonde's expression boosted hers.
"I don't have any experience either," Quinn confessed, sliding her hands down Rachel's throat to the open neck of her dress. She caressed the tender flesh, but her gaze stayed riveted to Rachel's. "My folks were far from role models when it came to marriage, and I never put much effort into other relationships. But if you love me half as much as I love you, we can make it work. Nothing is impossible if we're together."
Rachel went limp under her caressing hands. "We're a hell of a team, aren't we?" she whispered, her eyes filling with tears of joy.
"A perfect fit," Quinn murmured as she slid down Rachel's body and began to re-acquaint herself with much-adored territory. "How about it? Willing to trust me with your future?"
"With my life," Rachel returned softly. "My life, my heart, my soul."
"You're body?" Quinn teased, nuzzling her breasts.
Rachel laughed, tugged at her hair, and then set about convincing Quinn just how much she trusted her.
Six hours and a lot of loving later, they were cuddled on the Berrys' living room sofa. Leroy had just stunned them with the news that the state had accepted Max's plea bargain. Karofsky had been arrested and was expected to plea as well.
The assassin didn't break under the interrogation and refused to say anything, but the evidence against him was damning.
"You took a huge risk with that accusation you hurled at Hudson," chided Leroy.
"I know, but he made me furious. I would have kept his dirty little secret if he hadn't tried to save himself by tarnishing my dad's name," she explained.
"Apparently, Hudson didn't care that the world might think him a murderer and a thief, but he couldn't bear the thought of being considered a sexual pervert," said Quinn.
"In his twisted mind, murder and fraud were all a part of a successful man's rise to power," said Leroy. "Anything was acceptable when it came to prestige, but he knew that a child molester is considered the lowest form of life, even in prison. Whatever his psychological hang-ups, I'm glad the man's gone. All his army of thugs will run like rats."
"It's finally over," whispered Rachel. A chill raced down her spine, but the warmth of Quinn's embrace swiftly comforted her.
"For the most part," Leroy agreed. "You may still be called to testify, but your safety shouldn't be an issue."
Rachel nodded. "It's time to put it behind me and get on with my life."
"Amen," said Leroy. "Have any ideas what that means in terms of your job?"
"She'll be moving to Colorado," said Quinn.
Leroy frowned. "What do you mean, moving?"
Rachel laughed softly. "She's not suggesting anything untoward," she teased. "Quinn has asked me to be her wife, and I've agreed. I'll need someone to give me away and some help organizing a small wedding."
"Hiram will have heart failure," said Leroy, grinning widely. "He'll want the whole shebang with bridesmaids and gowns and towering wedding cakes. I think he's already made some plans."
Rachel and Quinn both shook their heads and then looked into each other's eyes for a minute that stretched into two and then longer.
Leroy finally cleared his throat to regain their attention. "I'll let you work out the details. If you want to get married right away, we can pull it off somehow."
Rachel looked at him. "Do you think you could check about getting me a position in the Denver field office?"
"I think that can probably be arranged, but it might take some time," Leroy said.
"Good," said Quinn. "We're thinking about a very long honeymoon."
Leroy chuckled and bade them a good night.
Rachel turned into Quinn's arms and snuggled closer. She loved the warm, solid feel of her. She couldn't get enough of the blonde. Quinn seemed to feel the same way, and she couldn't remember ever being happier.
It had taken her more than a decade, but she'd finally accomplished two very important objectives in life. She'd revealed Finn Hudson for the murderous criminal she knew him to be, finishing the job her dad had started. And as a bonus, she'd found Quinn, her protector, lover, and soulmate.
"What's on your mind?" ask Quinn. "You've gotten very quiet."
Quinn used her nose to stroke the sensitive underside of her chin, and Rachel arched her neck, granting her better access.
"I was just thinking about how lucky I am," she said. Then she murmured her approval of the blonde's caresses. Goosebumps shivered down her back as Quinn nibbled at her throat. All Quinn had to do was touch her, and she quivered with need.
"Luck had nothing to do with it," Quinn argued. "Years of hard work and dedication are what got the job done."
Rachel smiled and slid her mouth over Quinn's jaw. "I wasn't talking about Finn. He's out of my life forever. He's part of my past, and I refuse to allow him to clutter my thoughts anymore."
"Sounds good to me," Quinn agreed, her tongue flicking out to bathe her lips. "I wouldn't care if I never heard his name again, either. He's history."
"Right," Rachel mumbled, all thoughts of anyone but Quinn slipping from her mind.
She wanted more kisses. Quinn tasted so good and felt so hot. Rachel's endless need for her would have been worrisome if it weren't being totally reciprocated. She no longer harbored any doubts about that fact. What Quinn couldn't put into words, she'd expressed with her touch. Rachel had never felt so loved.
Quinn shifted until she was lying flat on the sofa with Rachel on top of her. Her hands roamed slowly along the brunette's back and thighs. Their bodies were perfectly aligned, perfectly attuned.
"So, why are you feeling lucky?" Quinn asked.
"You," Rachel murmured against her mouth. "Just you."
A/N: The end! I hope you guys liked it! I also posted today the first chapter of my new story Dark and Bright, which is the sequel story to All That's Best. The main pairing for this story is Brittana and will be like 99% Brittana and 1% Faberry. Faberry is my favorite, but I've had this sequel planned for years now, so I figured I'd finally write it and then move on to the several other Faberry stories I have in mind. See you around! :)