Rachel woke up a few mornings later comfortably on the couch. She smelt breakfast. Rachel got up, and rubbed her eyes as she walked to the kitchen to see Quinn. Her girlfriend? Her ex wife? Her friend? She didn't know what to call her. "Morning." She said casually, sitting at the table. It had been a week and three days since they agreed on a divorce, and three days since they got it. They hadnt kissed in forever, not to mentioned even batted an eye.

"Morning." Quinn replied, putting vegan eggs and and potatoes on Rachel's plate. She sat down and smiled. "What are your plans for today?" She asked. "I was thinking I could take you to our high school, show you around. That's got to do something for you memory, huh?" She asked, plat forming a positive smile.

Rachel's smile faded as she ate her breakfast. "Today?" She asked.

"Why are you busy?" Quinn watched Rachel's guilty face as she remained silent. "Total honesty Rachel. You can tell me, it's fine."

She looked up and bit her lip. "Finn called and asked me out for lunch."

"A lunch date?" Quinn asked.

She shrugged. "He said we used to have them in high school."

Quinn clenched her jaw just barely and nodded with her best smile. "Okay, well then some other time. You'll be here for dinner, right?" She asked, crossing her legs.

"Yeah, of course. Like always." She said, matching the clearly fake smile.

Quinn licked her lips and nodded. "Okay good. Well, don't let me keep you. Have fun on your date." She said, walking the dishes to the sink to clean them. Quinn was trying to listen to Santana's advice, she was trying so hard. Be sweet, romantic, loving. Don't fight and don't show any sort of jealousy, but it was getting hard. She was rehashing all those old, broken emotions she felt from senior year, and Rachel had do idea.

By lunch, Rachel took the address and drove to where Finn wanted to meet. She was wearing a summer dress, sandals, and her hair down and straight. She got there at around 1:30. Rachel walked into the restaurant and saw Finn sitting there alone. He looked up, smiled at her and waved for her to come over. Rachel smiled, then joined him.

"You look beautiful." He said.

"Thanks." She blushed, sitting down. Rachel still hadnt made her mind up about Finn. The 'testing of the waters' probably wouldn't last very long considering she already realized that she was in love with Quinn. Rachel sat down and glanced at the menu. "So how are you?" She asked.m

"I'm good. Better now that we finally got to do this." He said charmingly.

Rachel nodded in agreement.

"How are you with everything that's happened? The divorce? How's Quinn taking it?" He added.

"Honesty? Everything besides kissing is the same. I told her I needed to explore my feelings for both of you, and I think she understands that." Rachel said with a nod and a smile.

Finn gave her his best crooked smile and lifted his glass. "Here's to old flames rekindling." He said.

She arched her eyebrows at the toast, yet clinked their glasses together. She took a sip, eyeing him as she did.

"I'm really happy we're doing this, Rachel. No matter the circumstances, I knew you and I would find a way back to each other."

Rachel chuckled lightly, thinking he was kidding. "Finn, you do realize I haven't made up my mind yet, right? I'm not with you, and I'm not with her. This is just a date, don't get ahead of yourself."

He nodded and held up his hands in defence. "I know, sorry. I just really missed you." He said, placing his hand on top of hers. His smile faded when he felt a bump on her ring finger. "You're still wearing it?" Finn asked, referring to the ring.

Rachel glanced down, and nodded slowly. "Oh, yeah I guess I am. I forgot to take it off." She said, slipping her hand away from his awkwardly.

Finn chuckled with a nod. "Completely understandable."

Meanwhile, Quinn was at home cleaning. Cleaning out of stress, and cleaning out of anger because she had to hold it all in when Rachel came home she got out her phone and called Santana.

"Hello?" Santana answered, still in Lima. She stayed an extra week, knowing that Quinn would need her help.

"You know what I have finally realized? She's selfish. Rachel is selfish! She's playing me like a toy. Like she can turn me on and off whenever she hell she pleases! I'm sick of holding it all in, because sooner or later im going to explode!" She ranted.

Santana moved the phone away from her face, and chuckled lightly. "Quinn... Quinn... Quinn!" She finally yelled, getting the girl to stop ranting. "Stop. Calm down, okay? That's what I'm here for. Whenever you need to vent, call me. Don't wait until you're going to explode. But when she comes back, put on that smile of yours, and work your charm." Santana said with a nod.

Quinn shook her head and sighed heavily. "I don't know if I can do that. I'm so mad at her, I shouldn't be, but I am."

"Where is she right now?"

"On a lunch date with Finn." She mocked, gagging afterward.

Santana nodded, chuckling lightly. "Which explains why you're upset. Q, trust me. When Rachel finally realizes its been you all along, all of this... Will be worth it."

Quinn sighed heavily. "But is it?"

"Yes, it is. Don't worry, by the time I go back to New York, you and Rachel will be back together. I promise. I have plenty of tricks up my sleeve, some you aren't even aware of." Santana said, with a smirk. "So calm down, and remember that you love your wife. Good luck." She said, then hung up.

Quinn slammed the phone on the counter before mumbling. "Ex wife."

Finn walked Rachel back to her car, holding her hand. It was an awkward action when he first tried it, but she told him it was okay to hold her hand, so he did. "I had a lot of fun." He said, leaning her against her own car.

"Me too." Rachel said, still laughing from the jokes he had said earlier. "I'll... I'll call you." She promised with a nod. Rachel could tell Finn was eyeing her lips. But she couldn't kiss him. Not because of the first date rule, but because at this point, she wasnt feeling that passion with him.

He nodded, and took the hint as he stepped back. "I'll wait by the phone. Bye babe." He said, winking and blowing her a kiss.

Rachel sighed and rubbed her forehead. So she wasnt sexually attracted to him. What did that matter? Was she sexually attracted to Quinn? Yes. The first time they kiss, she almost had sex with her right then and there. Rachel rolled her eyes and drove home.

She walked through the doors at about 4 o clock. "I'm home!" She called.

Quinn was working on her book downstairs, and came up at the sound of Rachel's voice. "Hey, how was your date?" She asked, moving to sit on the couch.

"It was good." She said honestly, sitting on the couch as well.

Quinn hummed out her response. "Right... Did he kiss you?" She asked, her words very specific.

"No. We didn't kiss at all." Rachel said.

She tried hiding her smile, but failed of course.

"What were you doing down there?"

"Working on a new chapter for my book." Quinn stated. "Titled Not The End." She said with a smirk.

Rachel's eyebrows shot up. "What's this chapter about?"

"Us. Just like every chapter."

She nodded, chuckling lightly. "Can you read it to me?"

Quinn's eyebrows shot up this time as she nodded. "Sure, follow me." She said, and stood up, walking downstairs to the basement. "I'm just warning you, everything I wrote in this chapter is... Well some of it is harsh. It's the things I'm not able to tell you vocally."

Rachel nervously sat down as she listened to Quinn read.

"And now here we are. In today. And you must be thinking that at this point in the story, today seems like the safest place. Whenever one reads a book, they wait for the today. Because the today usually symbolizes when the fighting and the drama is over. And the pair can live happily ever after. But unfortunately, my today is my own personal nightmare. Rachel asked me for a divorce. And let me tell you, no words could describe my shock in that moment. I wanted to yell, I wanted to scream, I wanted to cry, and even in that moment of hatred, I wanted to kiss her. I wanted to prove to her that I was worth fighting for. That if I could convince her with one thing, it would be my lips. She loves kissing me, I can tell. Even after her accident, it's been a way of communication between us. But I didn't. I couldn't kiss her, because in that moment she broke my heart, and didn't deserve that level of affection. After a long time of thinking about it, I eventually decided that maybe a divorce was for the best. She wanted her freedom, and I wanted mine. I wanted freedom to let go. To put myself in that position where the what if wasnt so scary. What if this is the end? What if this divorce isn't temporary? And what if she decides life without me is better than she expected? I can't break myself down with the what ifs, so I'm learning to let go. And the freedom behind divorce is giving me that. Right now she's on a date with Finn. Finn, the high school sweetheart, yet the guy who also started the spark between us. I should sit back confidently, knowing she'll realize I'm better for her, but I can't. She's being selfish. She is putting a pause on our marriage so she can fool around with some guy. And she expects me to sit around like a lost puppy until hearing the word 'come.' I always tell myself to smarten up. To stand up for myself and be my own hero, but the second I hear that handle turn, and see her walk in the house, it's like I am that lost puppy. And Rachel is my owner, telling me what to do. I hate how weak I am around her, but it's been that way since high school. I'm whipped. That's the word. Everyone tells me, and I'm sure she knows it. She's selfish, and she's taking advantage of how strong my love is for her, knowing I'll stick around. I don't want to be the second option for her. I should be her first, or maybe our marriage in the first place wasnt for the best." Quinn said, then she slammed the book closed, wiping a single tear.

Rachel remained silent, her eyes wide and lips parted. "Is that true?" She questioned sadly, standing up.

Quinn walked away from her desk, making it upstairs in silence. Santana said to avoid fighting, but she needed to get that out, whether it was her own improved words, or words she wrote down earlier that day. It felt good, but now they were fighting again.

"You think I'm being selfish?" She asked, hurt and sadness melting softly in her voice.

Quinn stopped in her tracks and turned around to eye Rachel. "Tell me you love him." She said.

"What? No, I don't."

"Tell me you love me." She challenged.

Rachel's lips parted and she looked down, inhaling sharply.

"I know you do. I can see it in your eyes, in your kisses, your soft delicate voice," Quinn said, walking closer to her. "You love me. You're in love with me, so I don't know what you need to figure out. I'm standing right here, Rachel!" Quinn took her shoulders and softly pinned her against the wall. "I know you love me." She whispered.

Rachel looked up at Quinn with hungry eyes, biting on her lip as she panted.

"Tell me my touch doesn't drive you insane." She said, her hand resting on Rachel's hip. "That my voice doesn't echo in your head when you sleep alone." She whispered in Rachel's ear. "That my lips aren't the main character in all of your dreams." Quinn's lips slid down Rachel's neck where she placed sensual kisses, sucking softly. "He can't touch you like I can. He doesn't know your weakness, and your preferences. Finn can't make your knees weak." Quinn squeezed Rachel's hips, digging her nails into her skin.

Rachel threw her head back, giving the blonde more room to leave kisses. She moaned softly, biting on her lip. "Quinn..." She whispered, shutting her eyes tightly.

Quinn finally backed up and separated themselves. "But for some reason, you still need to figure things out, even though you're brain already knows what it wants. And that's why you're selfish." She said, before walking upstairs by herself.

Rachel was left against the wall, wanting more. She saw Quinn's point. She did love her, and she did have the physical attraction to her, so what on earth was stopping her from going after what she wanted? A confused Rachel threw herself on the couch, impatiently waiting for dinner.

At around 6:30, Quinn took a shower. She let the water run cold considering her attempt at cracking Rachel got a little heated. Though she was trying to prove a point, the kisses weren't necessary. Well, for her they were. Quinn missed being intimate with Rachel. A heated make out session was the furthest they've gone in months, and it's killing her from he inside out. After her shower, she threw on her robe, tying it loosely to the v from her chest to cleavage was like the yellow brick rode. Follow it, and you get your wish. She walked down the stairs, seeing Rachel asleep.

Quinn chuckled, her hair still wet. She decided to just order in a pizza considering she didn't feel like standing over a stove. She sat on the couch opposite Rachel, eyeing her as she slept.

Eventually, Rachel stirred, and her eyes fluttered open. Her eyes landed on white. A white robe with freshly shaved, long legs. Her eyes travelled upwards to see a very teasing about of cleavage followed by Quinn's face, and wet hair. God what was she doing to her? She sat up in the couch, and wiped her drool. "How long have I been asleep?" She asked, trying to look away from Quinn's revealed body.

"Not long." Quinn said, smirking to herself. "I ordered a pizza a half hour ago, so that should be here in any minute."

Rachel nodded, and scratched her head. "Nice... Nice robe." She awkwardly said.

Quinn looked down at herself and fiddled with the loose knot she had made. "Oh, thanks. You got it for me for my birthday last year. You got it two sizes too small on purpose, you perv." She said with a wink, giggling softly.

Rachel chuckled uncomfortably as well. "I... I'm sorry Quinn." She said, lightening the mood.

Quinn exhaled and tilted her head. "For what?"

"Being selfish. You're right. My feelings for you are sorted out. I know how I feel for you, and I'm being selfish for keeping you in the dark for so long. I just... It's hard for me to just say it. It's three words, but those three words change everything. Because once I say them, you're going to expect for me to be yours eternally."

Quinn scoffed and shook her head. "Those three words don't make you mine forever. Only two words do. : I do. Yet you ripped those two words in half when you signed the divorce papers. I love you won't change anything, because the divorce papers ruin any shot of it meaning more than it does."

Rachel parted her lips and her eyes softened. She looked down and tugged at her hair. God, she felt awful. "But I do." She said. "Love you." Rachel added breathlessly as she looked up at Quinn through her eyelashes.

"I know." She said, refusing to say it back. Hot and cold, Santana told her. Hot and cold. Then, the doorbell rang, breaking their eye contact. "I'll get it." Quinn said, and walked to the door swiftly. She paid for the pizza, and came back.

The two girls ate, mostly in silence.

"You can take the bed tonight." Rachel said. "Starting now, we'll rotate."

Quinn arched her eyebrows and nodded as she finished off her last piece. "Well then I'm going to go upstairs. I'm pretty tired." The blonde said, standing up.

Rachel nodded, her eyes examining the girls body.

"But do me a favour." Quinn started. "If you can't sleep tonight, turn on the TV, and press play." She said. "You might like what you find." And with that, Quinn walked upstairs.

Rachel furrowed her eyebrows, unsure of what the blonde met.

After finishing off her third and last slice, Rachel got ready for bed. She got under the blankets and eyed the turned off TV. Of course she couldn't sleep now, because Quinn put that mystery idea in her head. She was way too curious to stop herself as she reached for the remote, turned the TV on and pressed play.

Rachel sat back in the couch as she eyed what seemed to be a home movie.

A girl that could have only been Quinn a few years back handed the video camera to a girl Rachel assumed was Santana. She tilted her head as she paid attention not only to the blondes speech, but the way they acted together.

Rachel, in real time gasped in sync with the Rachel from a few years ago. The speech Quinn delivered was beautiful. So real, so loving, and so passionate. Rachel just experienced herself getting engaged to the girl who is now her ex wife and sleeping upstairs.

She felt her own tear fall down her cheek as past Rachel and Quinn kissed passionately. "Yes baby, I'll marry you." Filled the room and filled her head. The proposal was beautiful, and Quinn knew that seeing this would change the way Rachel saw everything.

She exhaled loudly as the screen turned blue. Rachel stared at the bright colour for what seemed like an hour before turning the TV off. Quinn was romantic. Quinn was stubborn. Quinn was sexy. Quinn was her true love, and Rachel was blocking that from herself. But she couldn't do that anymore. Tomorrow, she would find Finn and end it with him. It was time to win her wife back.

Just know, I'm reading every review. And I'm smiling like a mad person with how invested you guys are. Thank you for the followers and the favourites. Every comment I take into account, and it's giving me more ideas. I hope you liked this chapter. Quinn finally got to stand up for herself, and I personally enjoyed writing it.