A/N- Yes this chapter is like half as long as the last one, please don't eat me! There's only about two chapters left so hang in there lovelies.

"Ok, I'm going to need a complete step by step of how the midget made the discovery, and subsequently what she did." Santana said. She was looking at Quinn over her cup of cocoa with a disturbingly large smile, the two were sitting on their respective desk chairs as the couch was still overturned in the middle of the dorm room.

"Really San?"

"Do you want my help getting back with your girl?"

Quinn rolled her eyes, "Not particularly."

"Well you're getting it anyway."

"Why are you so intent on helping me?" The blonde knew that when her best friend got involved, things rarely went smoothly.

"Because if was partially my fault that this happened in the first place so I have to make it right." Santana almost sounded sincere.

"Fine."

Santana put the cup down and templed her fingers before her, "So Rachel actually touched the panties, like with her midget sized- tiny hand?"

"Ok we're done."

The Latina cracked up as her roommate stood to dismiss the conversation, "No! come on Quinnie!"

Rachel lay on her bed, a bag of ice balancing atop her quickly bruising right hand, her Beats headphones securely fastened over her ears as she hit repeat for the third time on the soundtrack of Les Miserables. Her roommate, Jen a dance major from LA, sent her a sympathetic smile from across the room, but knew better than to interrupt the brunette's pity party. The fight with Quinn had occurred just a few hours prior, and already Rachel couldn't get the blonde out of her head.

She felt bad about dismissing her so quickly, but at the same time her anger felt rightly deserved.

Not wanting to think about it now, Rachel allowed herself to get lost in the music. She shut her eyes and relaxed back into her comfy pillow, hardly registering when Jen rose and made her way between their beds to look out the window.

What she saw made her gasp and swat her roommate's arm, "Rachel!" She hissed, "Rachel, come here. You've got to see this."

Reluctantly, the brunette removed her headphones and joined her roommate at the window, gasping in shock at the sight before her.

A bright yellow Jeep was parked obnoxiously right on the curb in front of her window. It was the evening, but the Jeep was parked right below a street lamp, throwing everything into sight. Standing on the hood of the car was Quinn.

She had a few small rocks in her left hand, a large stack of white cue cards in her right hand, and a look of uncertainty on her face. By standing on the car, Quinn was closer to Rachel's height and the brunette could easily read the cards. And she opened the window so a gentle breeze and the music from Bee's radio could float through. Quinn was playing Christmas carols through the car stereo.

The brunette brought a hand up to cover her lips as she read the first cue card-

Rachel?

Don't tell them it's carolers,

Tell them it's an apologetic girlfriend who fucked up big time

First I want to say I'm sorry about the rocks.

I promise I was careful throwing them to not break the window.

Quinn smiled sheepishly before she continued.

I understand you're angry.

But more than anything.

I love you.

Quinn would drop each card from her hands after Rachel had read it and let a pile form at the front of Bee.

I know you said not to say that anymore.

But it's true.

I love you so much that...

I've never forgotten an anniversary, birthday, or holiday.

I still get butterflies when we kiss.

Rachel felt a smile creep over her face as the list of proof of how much Quinn loved her continued to grow.

I have memorized your every freckle.

I have watched every musical ever recorded with you.

I made you a mix tape.

Your smile makes my day.

I stayed awake for all of 'Love Actually.' (The first time at least)

And remembered it's your favorite movie.

As much as Rachel wanted, she was having trouble keeping up the steely mask she tried to maintain to the girl who broke her heart.

I know what you think about the... Article of clothing... You found.

But it belongs to Brittany.

San took her out on Friday and things got um heated.

I'm getting Bee cleaned first thing tomorrow.

But I didn't cheat on you.

I never would.

Because I love you.

And I hope you still love me.

Can you ever forgive me?

Quinn waited with baited breath as the held the final card and tried to read Rachel's face. Finally, a voice from higher up caught the blonde's attention.

"If you don't say yes, Rachel, I will!" Quinn looked up to find the window above Rachel's and one over was flung open with a laughing redhead hanging out. In fact most of the windows in the front of the dorm building were lit up and occupied with people watching Quinn's display.

A smile broke through the brunette's face and she nodded, "Of course I will. I love you Quinn!" She confirmed.

Quinn was so excited at the news she tried to get off Bee so she could go to Rachel, but she slipped before she could take her first step. She slid right off the hood of the Jeep and landed in a jumbled heap beside the car.

Rachel was out of the building in a flash crouching beside her girlfriend and checking her over for injury.

"This is also the story of how I sprained my ankle and was on crutches for a week." Quinn smiled.

"Hey I took care of you." Rachel tried.

"It was your fault I got hurt in the first place!" The blonde cried indignantly.

"I didn't tell you to climb on the hood of your car."

Their children watched the spirited exchange with wide smiles. Their mothers hardly fought now, less so than any of their friends parents, but when they did it always ended in grand gestures of forgiveness. It was entertaining for the two to see where that all started.

A/N- Also, your comments on the last chapter were ridiculously hilarious! Thank you so much :)

tees- I also sympathize with the tiny hand and I had to include that in this chapter ;)