To you all: Have a wonderful New Year and a prosperous 2012.
I shall continue writing this irrespective of the fact Christmas is now over!
We all love Faberry in winter, spring, summer or fall. (Ooh, I like that song!)
All the best!
-Klaine2314
Looking To The Future:
"Grrrrr." Rachel growled as she slammed the door to Quinn's apartment.
"In here." Quinn yelled from the office.
"I have had the day from hell." Rachel said as she stormed into Quinn's office.
"Come sit down, tell me all about it." Quinn replied calmly closing her laptop lid.
"I can't sit, I'm furious." She snarled as she paced the office.
"Tell me about it, rant away. You'll feel better." Quinn urged starting to worry for her girlfriend.
"They're trying to sign me up for another run. I'm not impressed, I really don't want to do it but my manager argues that at the minute it's the best offer we've got. I don't want to leave Broadway because there's no guarantee I'll make my way back. I have no idea what I can do."
"How long do they want to sign you back up for?"
"Another year at the minimum. I've always said that I couldn't wait until my contract was up and I could leave but I thought I'd have lots of other auditions and offers lined up but it doesn't seem that way. I'll figure it out, right now I just want to forget about it all and have a night in with you."
"I think we can solve that." Quinn whispered as she pulled the brunette onto her lap. Rachel dropped her head onto Quinn's shoulder in search of comfort.
"I know what would make me feel better." She finally said.
"Now what would that be?"
"If you let me read what you've been writing for the past four months. You said in London that you had enough ideas to keep you occupied for a few weeks. It's definitely been a few weeks, it's been two months since we were there and you've been working pretty much everyday since then."
"You're desperate to read this aren't you?"
"Of course I am, you support me and my job, so I want to support you and your job. Is it nearly finished?"
"You should know this by now, you can't rush art. I'm almost done though. Lindsay's desperate for it to be finished by the weekend, but I'm not sure."
"Well, can I read it? I'll give you an honest opinion as a fan of your work and not as your girlfriend."
"Can you actually do that? Take out the fact that we're dating and honestly read what I've written and not love it? I can guarantee you that you will definitely love it."
"I can give it a go. It would take my mind off today and the imminent decisions of my future."
"Well I can cook dinner while you read, I don't expect you to read it all because there's a lot, just give it a quick glance. You can read it properly when it's completely finished." Quinn lifted the lid of her laptop and scrolled to the top of the document.
Rachel was stunned when it took almost two minutes for the document to scroll to the top. She never expected the blonde to have written this much. She knew how long her first novel was but seeing it written on screen seemed to have much more of an impact. "Thank you." She whispered as Quinn stood up giving her the seat. "You're welcome." Quinn replied before kissing the top of Rachel's head. She quietly exited the room, glancing back to look at her girlfriend who was focused on the screen in front of her.
-#-
Quinn reflected on their relationship as she floated around the kitchen cooking dinner. She couldn't believe they'd only been together for just over four months. They'd shared so much in that time. Four months just didn't seem possible. Everything just clicked into place. They rarely spent time apart now. Most nights were spent at Quinn's where they just escaped from reality. Their relationship was slowly becoming public which initially Quinn had been concerned about but slowly Rachel had helped her believe that regardless what people thought they had each other and they always would. They were both coming to terms with their sexuality and they had each other to fall back on when things got tough. They loved each other and they reminded themselves that that was what truly mattered.
Rachel sat at the desk absorbed by what Quinn had written. She could never understand how such beautiful prose could come from her girlfriend's mind but she'd never question it. Quinn wrote with such grace that it flowed through into Rachel's heart and soul, as if Quinn was talking to her directly. "Hey." Quinn murmured from the door. "Dinner's ready."
"Quinn I love it."
"Straight to the point, huh?" Quinn chuckled.
"Since when did I ever beat around the bush?"
"That's true. Come and eat. Tell me about it over dinner." Quinn said as she walked over to the desk and picked up the diva's hands. "I'd love to."
"It still needs a lot of work." Quinn said as she removed the dishes from the table.
"It doesn't. It just needs touching up here and there."
"It needs a lot of work." Quinn repeated.
"You're always going to be protective of it, it's your baby."
"..and you, too." Quinn mumbled.
"What?"
"I'll always be protective of you too, you're my baby and I always want to protect you. My book still needs work and because it's about you it needs more work. The more work I put into it the more I protect you."
"You're such a smooth talker. Listen to me, Quinn, your work is amazing. Your words make me feel safe, you make me feel safe. If writing more makes you feel safe then I'll let it go, but you told me back in London that sometimes you need that push. Send it to Lindsay please."
"Are you sure?" Quinn said as she knelt in front of Rachel.
"Yes, trust me."
"I do trust you, I'm just worried."
"I'm here to support you through your worries. That's what we do to each other. It's how relationships work. We support each other irrespective of what other people think."
"Thank you, Rachel. I mean it, thank you."
"I haven't done anything out of the ordinary. I'm your girlfriend, all I'm doing is showing my support of you." Rachel said as she leant down and lightly kissed Quinn.
"I love you, you know that?" Quinn asked.
"I do. I love you, too."
"No Rachel, I mean it. I don't just love you; I'm in love with you. You are everything I'd want from a relationship. You give me support and stability. You make me happy and confident."
"I'm in love with you, too. You keep me grounded, I know I can sometimes rant and not shut up for over an hour and you just let me get on with it. You calm me down when I'm angry. You cheer me up when I'm sad. I ache for you when we're apart and I can't imagine my life without you now, Quinn." She lent forward again and kissed her girlfriend.
"How did we get so lucky?" Quinn asked when they broke apart.
"I ask myself that every time I wake up in the morning." Rachel admitted.
"We deserve happiness, I'm glad we've found it with each other."
"I'm never happier than when I am with you."
"I don't think we can be afford to be naive though. It's not going to be easy. There are going to be times when we don't see eye to eye and I just want us to be prepared for those times."
"I know, I'm just enjoying the moment. I don't want to think about the future, there are too many 'what ifs' in life. People are hung up on what's going to happen in the future rather than living in the present."
"I love how we're on the same page. It's as if we're set up for happiness."
"I know, I love it. I know exactly what you mean though."
"Let's plan then, how about we live for the moment and not what's in the future."
"Some plans can't hurt though..." Rachel replied.
"You've been planning the future haven't you?" Quinn mocked. Rachel dropped her eyes and a pink tinge appeared in her cheeks. "Don't laugh, but yes, of course I have."
"How many lists have you made?"
"I haven't gone that far! I have toned it down ever so slightly since high school."
"Of course." Quinn replied sarcastically as she tilted her head and nodded.
They moved over to the couch and laid down. Rachel had her head resting on Quinn's chest, as Quinn protectively wrapped her arm around Rachel. "Have you not thought about the future at all, Quinn?"
"Sometimes I think about it, but I've always been wrapped up in the future of the characters rather than my own."
"What about when we started dating? Did you begin thinking about it any more? I'm only asking because it's been floating around my mind for the past few weeks."
"I think the turning point was when we went to London. I woke up next to you, ate with you, spent the day with you and then fell asleep next to you. That's when I realised that was what I wanted from life. So yes, I guess I have been thinking about it in the last couple of months."
"Why London though? I mean it's abnormal if we spend a day or two apart, so London wasn't much different...Except we were in a different country."
"A country where we didn't know anyone or anything, if we argued, we had nowhere to go so we would have to solve it. That's what I want from a relationship. I don't want the storm outs, I want the resolution right there and then. I hate having arguments hanging over my head, it messes with my creativity. I can't write when I'm angry, if anything messes with my creativity, they should know they're in trouble. Being away with you Rachel was amazing. I committed to you there too..."
"I remember...I was talking about roles on the West End and maybe moving there one day and you just agreed, without hesitation. I remember Quinn."
"I mean it. Now onto your plans, what are our plans?"
"I won't scare you away, will I?"
"Never." She replied kissing her.
"Firstly, we need to move in together, soon. We've been together four months which is still a bit sudden, but then again, we did confess our love pretty early on."
"Early is a bit of an understatement." Quinn joked. "I don't regret it though." She added.
"However, I feel like we know each other pretty well, well enough to give it a go anyway. We can have separate bedrooms if necessary."
"Well how about we split our time between the two apartments? Similar to a trial run? Then we both have a place to stay if it gets too much and we need time alone. I'm just ignoring your separate bedrooms comment. I have having to sleep by myself now."
"That might work. I quite like that idea I'll have to speak to Kurt." She replied before adding "I can't see it being a problem, Blaine's often around at our place."
"Have they not discussed moving in together at all? They've been together a long time!"
"Blaine wants to, but Kurt's unsure. Kurt likes his space..."
"...and his own bathroom?" Quinn joked.
"Yes, his own bathroom too. We're lucky because we both have a bathroom joined on to our bedrooms."
"So on with the plan, once we move in, how long until we look at things like marriage?"
"Well I'm not sure, we definitely need to have been together a year at least. I can't rush into marriage, regardless of the fact it feels right."
"I have a question about this plan."
"Shoot."
"Well, who's going to propose? Normally it's the man, but I don't know if you'd realised, but we're both women." Rachel chuckled at the sincerity in Quinn's voice.
"I don't know, I always assumed I'd be proposed too, but I think if we don't plan it, then we can surprise each other."
"How does that even work?"
"Well you should be aware that I intend on proposing. I'll be aware that you intend on proposing."
"So therefore we're planning on not planning to propose. Isn't that a contradiction?"
"I guess. Well why don't we discuss it once we've moved in together and feel ready to get married?"
"That's probably a better idea."
-#-
"I already know how I'm going to propose to you. Don't steal my thunder." Quinn thought later that night as she laid in bed, her arm wrapped tightly around Rachel. She loved listening to Rachel sleep, the rise and fall in her breathing was almost as magical as hearing her sing. "I've wanted you since we were sixteen; you are not taking this moment. I'll just have to keep putting off the conversation." Quinn thought. She knew how exactly she was going to propose. It was just going to take time.