This is it! My last Glee story of the year! My last story for the year! Check me out tomorrow (New Years Day) for two brand new stories and look for the next installment in the Do It series, Love Lives On in March!

Until then, have a happy holiday, enjoy and review!

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Quinn looked down at her hand. Her engagement ring and wedding band sparkled in the bright lights of the mega center. It was eerie how calm she was but she figured it just hadn't hit her yet so she picked up her glass of sparkling apple juice and sipped.

"How are you?"

She looked up at Marc. "Hey?"

"Hey." He removed his hands from his pockets to sit beside her.

"What are you doing?"

"Asking you how you are."

She made a tiny noise as she glanced back at her hand.

"It's okay to be happy. It's okay to be sad. It's okay to feel empty."

She looked up quickly. "I-"

"You loved him. You love them. It just happened. Give yourself time. Everything will be okay."

She got up and sat in his lap like she'd done since she was three years old. She looped her arms around his neck and tucked her head under his chin. "I love you."

"Love you, too. Lucy."

She smiled as she closed her eyes. "Do you think Noelle's going to be more like us or him and his family?"

"Just don't give her his haircut."

She laughed. "His last haircut was nice and I did like the Mohawk."

"You fell for his hair? I knew it! Girls always say appearances mean nothing but they're lying!"

She laughed again. "MarcD!"

"I can't make one of my baby sisters laugh?"

She nuzzled him. "Marcy was right. You're our fourth father."

"What now?"

"Marcy told Mikey that you were like our dad. She's right. Just don't tell either of them I told you. She wouldn't like that he told other people and he swore me and Mercy to secrecy."

"And of course you couldn't keep it a secret."

"Just not from you." She lifted her head and opened her eyes, giving him the "eye-pout".

He chuckled. "Alright. You want to dance?"

"I would like that very much." She stood up.

He rose and took her hand, leading her to the dance-floor, where plenty of their family was spread out, doing what they did best; partying. He drew her into his arms and slow-danced with her even though it was a fast song.

She closed her eyes and laid her cheek on his chest. She thought about her life from the time she was born (which she couldn't remember of course) to moving to America to growing up with all of her siblings to middle school to high school and beyond.

She thought about the good times and the bad times. She thought about all of her boyfriends and past loves (and lovers). She'd been through trials before and she would get passed this. She'd always love Puck but because of him, she'll get to live her life fully.

And she planned to.

Marc stopped moving when he felt a tap on his back. "Whatcha want, squirt?"

"Don't call me that!"

Quinn brightened at Mike's irate tone. "Mikey."

"Me too." Mercedes chirped. "Move, Marc! We wanna dance with our wife!"

"Stop being bossy, Mrs. Squirt!" Marc pulled on a lock of hair.

Mercedes swatted him. "Go bug Marcy or Maddie. We only have until tomorrow to leave India and you'll be back in England while they go back to Italy. We won't see each other until Christmas. That's a whole week and a half away."

"I know. I should go bug them." Marc thought about it. He kissed Quinn's head. "Gotta go!"

Quinn giggled as Marc kissed Mercedes's cheek and mussed Mike's hair.

"Why did we make this a family only affair?" Mercedes shook her head as Marc sauntered off.

"Because it was so quick." Quinn reminded her. "It's why we had a buffet and an open seating chart."

"Well for our five year anniversary, we're having a huge blowout." Mike said.

Quinn smiled warmly. "Planning our five year already?"

"Of course. I am romantic."

"Are you ever gonna let that go?"

He kissed both. "Romance!"

Both girls moved into his arms and they began dancing as one. "Yeah, you're romantic."

He held them tightly but gently. "Romance."

fin.

Remember look for Love Lives On in March!