A/N 1: Thanks for all of the favs, alerts and reviews (thanks Anon and General Mac for your reviews) over the course of this fic. You have all been amazing. One of the main reasons I am so sad to finish this is because I will miss you guys (feel free to randomly DM me just to help with the withdrawal). To Anon who asked- yes there will be a sequel that is already part written (so now you will have to love me forever as promised right?)

So without further delay (and I really do want to delay the end) here is the last part of the fic:

Rachel's POV

This week so far has been perfect. After the pool party Glee seems to have grown closer than ever, with the exception of Finn and so our meetings have been far more productive than in the past. I finally have friends to call my own and best of all I still have Quinn. Nothing seems to have changed between us at all. We still laugh and fight as much as ever, and we still kiss and get naked together whenever the opportunity arises. I really start to wonder what I had been worried about. That is right up until a large jock appears before me, slushie in hand. I wince and brace myself as he smirks down at me jeeringly.

"Hey!" I hear a familiar voice growl from beside me just when I was expecting the ice cold feel of slushie in my face. "What the hell are you doing?" Quinn demands as she glares at the boy.

"What does it look like? I am slushying this loser." He scoffs dumbly.

"You do and you can say goodbye to your balls asshole."Quinn growls warningly and her look is so fierce that the jock has enough of a spark of intelligence to look apprehensive. And then realising that people were looking he squared his shoulders defiantly.

"You don't scare me." He sneered.

"I won't let you slushie my friend." Quinn raises her voice as her fists clench at her sides in barely contained anger.

"Well I am going to slushie someone, maybe I should just slushie you?" He taunts with a smirk.

"Fine." Quinn stares him down as she clenches her jaw determinedly.

"Quinn no, its okay. Let him just slushie me, I'm used to it." I plead. Quinn getting slushied because of me is exactly what I have been fearing about returning to school.

"No Rachel." Quinn says firmly as she fixes me with a fiery gaze. "Slushie me." Quinn demands as she turns back to the dumb jock. "Go on!"

"Whatever." He scoffs and I hear a gasp from Quinn as the cold beverage hits her square in the face. Everything stops as the entire hallway falls silent.

"You did not just slushie Q." Santana's voice yells as she appears through the crowd.

"I, err..." The jock stands there awkwardly holding his empty slushie cup.

"Are you stupid?" Santana hisses as she advances on him. "You slushie my friend? Do you know who I am?" She demands as she puts her hands on her hips in a stance reminiscent of Quinn's own HBIC stance.

"She got in the way." He protested feebly. "She wouldn't let me slushie that loser." He said, gesturing towards me.

"That loser is also my friend." Santana glares at him menacingly. "If I ever see you threatening her or slushying her again I will make you pay." She warns him threateningly. "That goes for all of you." She yells as she looks pointedly at the crowd that has gathered. "Okay show is over." She yells and the crowd quickly disperses.

"Thank you Santana." I whisper gratefully as I look at Quinn worriedly. She is still frozen to the spot in shock, an unreadable expression on her face.

"Anytime Titchy Stitch." Santana smiles genuinely. "Now go take care of your girl."

I give her a small nod and take Quinn's hand. After a quick stop at my locker I lead her to the nearest bathroom, locking the door behind us.

Wordlessly I pull a stool over the sinks and sit Quinn down gently. Leaning her head back I wipe the slushie from her hair as best I can before sitting her back up and removing her shirt and bra. I do my best to keep my gaze averted knowing that this is not really the time to be ogling her toned stomach and deliciously pert breasts but my eyes as usual refuse to comply with my good intentions. A soft gasp escapes my mouth and I quickly move my gaze away from her half naked body.

My gaze meets a pair of amused hazel eyes that are shining exceptionally green in this light. Quinn smiles at me softly as she pulls me towards her until I am straddling her lap.

"Are you okay?" She asks gently as she wraps her arms around me.

"Me?" I ask incredulously. "You are the one who got slushied." I say and feel my face fall as the sadness and guilt crash to the surface.

"Hey." Quinn says softly, her brow furrowing in concern. "What is it?"

"I'm sorry." I whimper as my lips tremble slightly. "I knew this would happen, I knew it."

"Knew what?" Quinn asks carefully, her eyes full of confusion.

"This!" I yell agitatedly as I gesture towards her slushied hair and torso. "I knew that your being friends with me would lead to you being slushied." I sniffle as a few tears escape. "I understand if you want to stop being my friend Quinn." I tell her between ragged breaths.

"Rachel." Quinn whispers tenderly as she caresses me cheeky gently.

"I know." I let out a small sob before composing myself enough to continue in a shaky voice. "I know what you will say Quinn and you may feel that way now. But what about weeks or months for now when you have been slushied countless times because of me?" I can't stop the tears from falling freely now. It is all too much. Just the idea of Quinn being slushied because of me is bad enough but the pain I feel at the thought of losing her because of it is excruciating.

"Baby." Quinn sighs sadly as she strokes me tears from my face, her eyes swirling with emotion. "I don't care if I get slushied every day for the rest of the year, so long as you are still the one who washes it away for me."

I gaze at her questioningly, trying to read anything in her face that is contrary to her words but all I see is honesty there.

"I'm not worth it." I choke out in a whisper.

"I think I get to decide that." Quinn smiles sweetly as she continues to tenderly wipe my face. "I decide what is worth it and what isn't Munchkin and you know there is no point in arguing because we both know what a stubborn bitch I am." She grins wryly at me.

"True." I sob out a laugh that turns into full on giggles.

"Good, now that we have that settled." Quinn smirks triumphantly at me. "Care to help me get this crap out of my hair? It's cold!"

I smile as I reach for the shampoo and conditioner in the emergency slushie kit that I retrieved from my locker. I have to stretch uncomfortably to reach them as Quinn refuses to let me up from my position in her lap. She kisses my neck softly as I lean over her, working her way down to the small amount of cleavage shown by my top.

"You know I think it is unfair that I am the only one here that is half naked." She smirks up at me, eyes shining naughtily. With a shake of my head I pull my shirt up over my head and drop my bra to the floor.

"Better?" I tease as she grins up at me happily.

I lean forwards into her as I tenderly pour warm water through her hair before lathering it up with shampoo. I work the shampoo through as I diligently ignore Quinn's wandering lips over my skin. I squirt a little too much conditioner into my palm as Quinn chooses that moment to wrap her lips around my nipple and suck gently. I gasp and writhe in her lap as her tongue flickers over the taught nipple and I let out a small cry of pleasure. With a huge resolve I manage to work the conditioner through her hair and rinse it quickly as Quinn relentlessly teases my body with her tongue.

As I towel dry her hair Quinn lifts her head from teasing my overheated body and gazes at me with intense, burning eyes. My hands still in her hair as my breath catches. Quinn pulls my body flush to hers and as her lips meet mine in a tender but hungry kiss I find myself believing for the first time that we really will be okay. School, our friends, dumb jocks armed with slushies, none of these things will change anything because when we are together our summer never truly ends.

The End

A/N 2: As one of the main questions I have received throughout the course of this fic was "when will they become official?" I thought I should explain quickly. They WILL become official in the sequel and will have the much needed conversation. The reason that it didn't happen in this one is because I actually started writing the sequel first. But then I got curious as to how they had got into their "friends with benefits" arrangement and ended up writing this but didn't want to lose all of what I had already written... if that makes sense? So anyway I hope nobody is disappointed by that aspect. Hopefully it will be worth it in the long run (wow, no pressure right?) Anyway I am oddly very sad to see the end of this fic. I would love to know what you all think (the good, the bad and yes even the ugly) now that the fic has finished (until the sequel at least) so please review or even just DM me if you don't like to leave reviews.

Thanks for reading :-)