A/N: Hi!

Sorry for taking so long to update. Like I said before, this is the last chapter of the story, so I've been working extra hard in it. I'll probably post a playlist later, though. Anyway, I want to thank every single one of you who read the whole thing (or even just one chapter), left reviews and everything. I'm definitely going to miss writing this and seeing you guys' feedback.

I hope you all have an amazing 2013! :)


Rachel inserts her key in the doorknob and finds herself in her apartment with Quinn, who looks around reminiscing the last time she was there.

"So, what do you want to do?" Rachel asks, interrupting her.

"Oh, wait, I have something for you." Quinn replies, suddenly reminded of their photograph, starting to look for it in her purse.

Rachel stares at her in curiosity while waiting and her eyes widen when Quinn brings the picture out of her bag.

"Found it!" The blonde smiles, handing it to Rachel. "I tried to give you this when you came over to Yale but you left before I could-"

"Oh my God, I can't believe you actually remembered to print me a copy! Thank you so much!" Rachel enthuses, pulling Quinn in for a hug.

Their arms remain wrapped around each other for some time and at some point Rachel starts to nuzzle the crook of Quinn's neck. Her nuzzles grow into small pecks and Quinn shivers at each one of them, brushing Rachel's brown locks with her hand.

Suddenly, Rachel's cellphone rings. They both smile - Rachel apologetically and Quinn acquiescently - and pull away from their embrace.

"Hello?" The brunette answers the phone.

"Hi Berry, it's Santana. I hope I'm not interrupting you guys screwing like bunnies, but Britt and I want to know what you guys are doing for lunch. Unless it includes sex in the kitchen counter."

Rachel's face turns red and Quinn gives her a confused look.

"No, sorry to break it down to you, but we actually aren't engaging in any type of sexual activity at the moment. And I have no idea what we're doing for lunch, but I think we'll stay in, since we just got to my place."

"At the moment. Wanky. Anyway, I'm having lunch with Britt here at my apartment and you guys can come over if you want, but like you said, you'll probably stay there, so whatever."

"Yeah. Well, we'll call if we decide to turn up."

"Okay. Bye."

"Bye, Santana."

Rachel hangs up the phone with blushy cheeks and turns to Quinn, who still has the confused look on her face.

"Do you wanna go have lunch at Santana's or should we stay and try to cook something?"

"Are you kidding me? Santana cooking? Let's just stay here, for God's sake." Quinn replies, laughing.

"That's what I thought. Come on." Rachel smiles and runs to the kitchen, followed by the blonde.


After hours of giggles, burnt food due to mutual distraction and dance parties to Taylor Swift's "We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together" and every other dance-y song on the radio, the two girls finally manage to get something ready. Mac 'n cheese.

"We're pathetic, oh my God. Even Santana could've done better." Quinn laughs, after jumping up and down and hugging Rachel while celebrating their "accomplishment".

"That's why I love us." the brunette replies, earning a blush and a shy smile from the other girl.

They proceed to eating and talking about NYADA, Yale and the last two months, giggling every once in a while and sharing looks that convey just how much they missed each other.

"So… I never really apologized… You know, for calling you Man-Hands and everything back at McKinley." Quinn utters, hesitantly, as soon as they're done with the food.

"Quinn, please! I know we're both over that." Rachel says, smiling.

"We may be, but I'm just really sorry I ever called you that, Rach. I mean… You didn't deserve it." Quinn looks down and it's not hard to tell this is a tough subject to resurface after so long.

"Hey, look at me." Rachel asks, lifting the blonde's chin with her hand and not proceeding until their eyes meet. "It's okay. We're okay now. You were automatically forgiven since we became 'kind of friends'."

Quinn caresses Rachel's hand gently holding her chin up and they remain in silence for a few minutes - a silence that doesn't bother them at all - until the blonde breaks it.

"I know this is random, but do you remember when I slept over and you had this dream you didn't want me to know about?"

"Um… Yeah."

"So, will you tell me now?"

"Okay… Finn was disappearing, sort of. And I was trying to call out his name but nothing came out of my mouth…" Rachel sees Quinn make a face and stops talking about the dream for a second. "Hey, you asked for it, didn't you?"

"Yeah, okay, sorry. Go on."

"And then there was this really intense beam of light and you were everywhere. Everything was light-hearted and happy and I'm pretty sure I could feel myself smiling in my sleep..."

"Are you changing it just to make me happy now?"

"Quinn! Of course not! Anyway, after that, darkness slowly took over again and all I could say to you was that I was sorry. And that was about when you woke me up with your weird hovering over me."

"I guess that explains why you said 'Finn', 'Quinn' and 'sorry' while sleeping."

"I suppose it does."

"It also tells your subconscious likes me… A lot."

"Actually… It's not just my subconscious."

Their heads move a few inches closer. Shortly, their lips are touching again, finally continuing what they stopped due to Santana's call earlier.

It's their second kiss, and even though it starts as hesitant and chaste as the first, it turns into a much wilder one. Their movements become desperate, clingy, as if all they want - all they need - is each other. Actually, not just "as if". All they want and need is each other, literally. Lips run through mouth and neck and hands grasp hair and clothes eagerly.

At some point, Quinn lifts Rachel's legs up and presses her against the first wall she sees. The brunette moans against her mouth and Quinn leads them to the main bedroom, inevitably stumbling on every wall and piece of furniture in the apartment.

Before Rachel knows it, she finds herself sitting down on her bed and spots Quinn standing at the edge, watching her attentively with undecipherable hazel eyes.

"Rach, are you sure...?"

"Yes, just please come here, we don't have to do anything you don't want to do." she beckons.

"Of course I want everything you want. I just want to make sure we're both ready." Quinn says, moving closer, now sitting next to the brunette.

Rachel lovingly cups the blonde's cheek, pulling her in for a gentle kiss.

After their lips brush, Rachel's mouth hovers Quinn's cheek and earlobe teasingly, making the blonde catch her breath.

"I'm more than ready." she whispers in Quinn's ear, her voice huskier than ever before.

Having jolts of electricity sent through her body, Quinn grasps the brunette's arm involuntarily and her hand slides down to the hem of her shirt.

Quinn's hands trail Rachel's ribcage, eliciting soft moans from the brunette. Every inch of flesh in Rachel's body stiffens and she arches against the blonde's slender hands in anticipation.

Quinn starts to plant kisses down Rachel's neck, feeling its steady pulsations against her swollen lips.

"Quinn", a small plead comes out of the brunette's mouth, without her even realizing.

As a response, the blonde carefully unclasps Rachel's bra, taking the time to stare at the sight in front of her when she's done.

"You're beautiful." She says, looking into Rachel's darkened eyes, her own hazel now dark brown.

Rachel's hands pull Quinn closer. She unclasps the blonde's bra and Quinn makes their lips meet again, hovering on top of her. They both smile into the kiss, hands lovingly caressing skin. Erect nipples brush, abs slide and tongues dance heatedly. Low-pitched moans echo around the room, their need for each other growing stronger and stronger at every second.

After hands trail down from chest to lower abdomen, finally reaching their desired destination, the room is converted into deep breaths, whispers and moans to each other's names. Just Quinn and Rachel, blonde and brunette, hazel and chocolate, and the sheer need to memorize every second of this forever.

After some time, Rachel feels her stomach coil and her legs tremble uncontrollably as she's sent over the edge. At the sight of Rachel screaming her name out loud, with eyes shut and cheeks flushed and beautiful layers of sweat on her forehead, Quinn comes undone as well and lets her body fall next to the brunette's, completely exhausted.

The girls reach out for a small kiss and rest their foreheads together, smiling. Their eyes meet again and Rachel wraps her arms around Quinn's neck, letting her head rest on the blonde's shoulder.

"God, I've wanted to do this for so long, Rach.", Quinn reveals, lowering her head to look at the brunette. "I just could never admit it to myself until yesterday."

"I'd say that's quite controversial if I didn't feel exactly the same way. You were always the prettiest girl I'd ever seen and everything else, but I never thought that meant I actually had feelings for you other than, you know, idolizing you."

"To me, you were always a very annoying tiny jewish teenager with a voice that made me want to cry every time you sang." Quinn says; her index finger slightly touching Rachel's nose. "And, most importantly, one that cared when no one else did."

"I love you." Rachel whispers, pressing a kiss to the crook of the blonde's neck.

"I love you too." Quinn replies, kissing the brunette's nose, right before they both drift off to sleep.