this is shorter than normal because i'm not really even sure if anyone is still reading this so if you enjoyed let me know!

Hiram POV

I let out a long defeated sigh on my way back to my room. So the fiery Latina and angry blonde think I'm holding Rach back? I choke out a humorless laugh, is a guy not allowed to mourn? I angrily think as I punch, literally punch the start up key on my computer.

I feel the tears start to swell in my eyes as my screensaver pops up it's a picture of me, Leroy and Rachel at her regional competition last year. Even though they lost we all have huge smiles and Leroy's arm is wrapped around both of our shoulders. I will myself to look away and just focus on my internet icon and nothing else.

I know I've been a little out of touch lately, but come on a 20 year marriage is over and I just am expected to get over it at the drop of a hat? No, wait I'm selfish and I know it. Rachel deserves better than that even though her friends have been great this past week she needs me and I'm going to step up.

Her friends were wrong though I do love her, and this time I'm not giving her up. We never told her but as a surprise me and her dad were planning on getting an apartment in New York a couple blocks from her. This whole distance thing has been bothering me since she moved and I no longer see a reason to be tied down to Lima, so this seems like the perfect time to do something about it. To be honest I think we both need to get out of this damn town.

I quickly check around my favorite sites before picking up my phone and dialing up my realtor, we told her it would probably be a few months but now is as good as ever if you ask me.

I take a quick search of my room and shudder at everything I see, yeah the sooner the better I don't think I can stay here any longer without completely losing it.

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Q POV

I'm laying on Rachel's couch with Rach's head posted up in my lap and hand resting lightly on her stomach while she plays with the rings on my fingers. Is this what perfect feels like?

I can hear her humming a tune but it's too quiet to place the words, it's no matter to me though my heart swells at the fact that Rachel feels content enough to literally just lay her and be with me no words needed.

Of course I had to ruin the moment when I turn my attention back to the TV and scoff "Family feud, really Rach?"

"I like this show!" she dramatically whines. "Sweetie" I say in my sweetest slash most playful voice I can muster "honey" I sing song on "can we please watch Jeopardy?" if I'm going to watch daytime TV it will at least be good!

"I haate that show!" she huffs. She's the only person I know who can look cute while whining, how is that even possible? I swear if she sticks out that bottom lip I'll have to kiss it, not that she would mind..

"Why because there's no Broadway categories?" I tease her.

"If there was I'd sweep the board!" she proudly exclaims while wildly gesturing, almost punching me in the jaw. I gotta watch out for this one

"I always do that anyway" I inform her with a small grin before leaning down and placing a kiss on her forehead ya know? to sting the blow.

"Way to go " she teases before quietly adding "you nerd" hold up is she making fun of me because I go to Yale? Who makes fun of Yale really?

"You love it" I tell her while I start tickling her stomach and subconsciously feeling her abdominal muscles. Suddenly her face gets serious and she stills my fingers "I love you" she whispers up at me. As gently as I can I touch the tips of my fingers to her cheek, "I love you too." I reply just as quietly.

I leisurely start to lower my head towards hers and carefully connect our lips. We move together at a nice pace neither of us trying to rush things just enjoying the moment together as we mold into one set. I feel Rachel's hand come up to play with the wisp ends of my hair at the base of my neck and try to hide my moan of pleasure but I can tell from Rach's smirk that she heard it.

Suddenly Rachel pulls back and I was right! I see that smirk. "Be honest" she says while she slowly starts running her hand up my jaw. "making out with me: better or worse than jepordy?" I playfully raise my eyebrow before leaning down and connecting our lips when I pull back her eyes are closed and I know I have her right where I want her.

"Well that depends." I try my best to sensually whisper. Boom! The big brown eyes are back and boy does she look angry so I decide to press my luck. "is it a rerun? Because then of course it's you baby" I continue

"Quinn!" Rachel screams in fake anger before slapping my thigh and I can't hold back the laugh anymore. "I'm kidding baby girl." I lean down and continue to pepper her face with kisses anywhere I can reach is now considered fair game.

After I think I've successfully laid my claim I grab both of her hands and look deep into her eyes where I can see nothing but happiness and trust. " I love you more than any TV show, even the cooking channel when they do their special on bacon."

Her eyes widen to a spectacular size, she knows that this is a big deal. "oh yeah?" she tries to playfully imitate me with the eyebrow raise I won't tell her but mine is better… "well I love you more than Broadway."

This literally takes my breath away and I lean down to steal another kiss which she happily accepts and even is the one to deepen it. I can feel her tonge pressed up against my top lip and I let her sweat it out for a minute before I allow her acess and feel her exploring my mouth.

We lean back when stupid oxygen becomes a problem and I playfully bite her bottom lip waiting for her to catch her breath and open her eyes. When she looks at me I tell her as seriously as I can " I love you Rachel Barbara Berry." Her smile lifts into one of the happiest smiles I've ever seen definitely better than her so called show smile.

Right when she opens her mouth to respond a loud irritating knock comes from the front door before I hear Santana's bitter voice, "This is a courtesy knock to makes sure me n Britt's don't be seeing ish we don't needs to be seeing!"

I close my eyes and groan hearing the noise copied below me before I rest my forehead to Rachel's forehead and whisper "We should stop unless you want to hear about this for the rest of forever."

Rachel giggles before leaving a quick kiss on my nose and telling the dorks they can enter.

When they bound in B is joyfully bouncing a neon green bouncy ball and San is trying to act casually but her movements are too jerky and I can tell she's on edge but why? One hand is jammed in her jeans pocket while the other looks like it's wringing out the back of her neck. Would it be rude to say she looks like Finn?

"Look I gots to tell you chica's something" San mumbles trying to keep up her fake bravado. Ok seriously how did this kid get into NYU? Maybe she should watch Jeopardy with us! I silently laugh at my own joke but quickly stop when Rach looks at me weird. Sorry I'm the only one who thinks I'm funny…

R POV

Once I realize how serious the atmosphere in the room has changed I look up at Quinn and we share a look that clearly says "what could possibly be wrong now?"

Before San can continue the TV chirps signaling breaking news and she lights up "hey yeah know what? Let's watch this that'll explain it all!" she giddily points at the TV , I'm about to question her when Quinn takes my hand and gives it a reassuring squeeze.

We sit in total silence as some middle aged reporter informs us of a missing five year old girl Alex who was taken from the playground about a block from my house.

While I'm trying to comprehend what's going on Quinn explodes from the seat next to me, "Oh my God did you take that kid?!" "What?!" Santana yells back in disbelief as the room falls silent again as I'm not sure if I should laugh or not. The only sounds you can her is B's bouncing ball behind us and Quinn's angry harsh breathing.

"Wait can you do that?" B suddenly asks "Sanny I want a kid!" she announces to the room it's too hard to hold my laughter when I see the look on San's face. "we'll talk about it later ok B?" that seems to appease Britt and she goes back to her ball.

Quinn however isn't done and she's giving her the stare down

"Why would I take a kid? I could never put up with one, kids are so annoying and the little ankle bitter would probably drive me crazy." Santana pleads her case completely serious.

"What?" me and Quinn asked in unison, oh that's cute we both are shocked, why are we shocked? Quinn's known her longer than I have you think we would be used to this kind of thing.

I try my best to approach this logically "That's why you couldn't kidnap a –you know what never mind I don't even want to know." I throw my hands up in a silent surrender.

I take a deep breath and look at Quinn, she's studying Santana like she's trying to figure out if this is a joke or not, I wonder if I should go check her car?

"What's your news?" Quinn Finally asks bringing back the groups attention. San takes a deep breath then makes her way to the coffee table in front of us she sits cross legged facing us. She's refusing to make eye contact and I can tell this is a big deal because B stopped bouncing her ball to come over and sit next to her on the table.

After we sit in silence for several minutes I'm about to crack and let my nerves get the best of me and just start talking hoping that will get the ball rolling. Instead Quinn silently reaches over with her left hand and softly puts it on Santana's knee then with her right hand she takes a hold of my hand and starts rubbing gentle circles into the palm of my hand.

That seems to be the push San needed because she opens her mouth and, and then closes it repeating the process three or four times, she looks very fish out of water right now.

This goes on a few more times before Brittany leans over and gives her a kiss on the cheek, that really did the trick and after a few seconds she looks me straight in the eye and mumbles " Finn is dead. It was a car accident I'm so sorry, he was trying to leave town and just lost control."

It takes a few minutes for the news to sink in and then I go from pissed to upset straight to shock which can't be good for my heart. After these two weeks I'm probably going to need heart pills or something.

As I think more and more about what I just heard I wonder am I the world's worst person if I say karma right now?

To my left I hear a watery chuckle and Q's soft but firm voice "Karma" she spits out before sharing a fist bump with Santana.

Well guess not then...

A/N: this probably only has one or two chapters left so if you like it let me know!

otherwise when this is done i have a few more story ideas i just didn't want to start anything with this still going.

thanks!