A/N: So I began my teaching practice this week so writing time is becoming scarce. I love reading the reviews you guys give to this story and thank you for sticking with it, even though its no longer Christmas. I feel like I could have Christmas all year around add in Faberry and I'm definitely sorted.

I want to know your opinions, who do you think will crack first and propose? Do you agree with Hiram and think Rachel? Or is Leroy's idea of Quinn proposing more your thought? I have it worked out who is proposing and how. I'm working up to it, I promise!

Stay with me!
All the best,
Klaine 2314

Dreams:

Rachel sat at the kitchen table strumming her fingers on the table. She was sure the clock was permanently stuck and refused to move. She hated waiting. She began to strum her fingers harder as she focused on the clock on the wall. "Rachel, if you don't stop tapping your fingers I am going to kick you out of this apartment." Kurt called from the lounge. Rachel smiled a small smile and got up from her seat. She walked through to the lounge where Kurt was finishing up his yoga session. "Thank you." He mumbled unaware that Rachel was behind him.

"You're welcome." She said a loud, startling him. He lost his balance and toppled over onto the floor.

"Damn you! When did you become so quiet?" He asked. Rachel's face lit up but before she could speak Kurt continued to talk. "Actually don't answer that. You are definitely not quiet! Trust me. There are nights when I'm unable to sleep! Speaking of, when does Quinn get home?" He blurted causing Rachel to blush. "She's due back any minute, hence the constant strumming."

"Right, well I think I'll go shower and then make myself scarce. I'm not a fan of the constant PDA I'm subject to now she lives with us and I also need a decent night's sleep so I'll stay at Blaine's."

"What are you insinuating there?"

"Rachel, don't play dumb. You and Quinn have been parted for a week. An unbearable week where you've done nothing but mope around here. I'm just thankful that Lindsay cut the trip short because I've...ahem...heard the two of you on the phone and trust me, I don't need to hear that...ever...again." He blushed.

"Well maybe you should move in with Blaine permanently?" Rachel spat playfully.

"Well maybe I will." He laughed and left the room, leaving Rachel to sit and stare at the clock again.

Quinn watched the slow moving traffic from her seat in the taxi with annoyance spread across her face. 'Stupid traffic' she moaned in her head. She wanted nothing more to get home and see her girl. The girl whose voice she couldn't get enough of; the girl she constantly thought of whilst she was signing books; and the girl she wanted to marry. She checked her phone and was surprised to see she didn't have any messages or missed calls from an anxious diva wondering where she was. She leaned forward to the pane of glass that separated her from the taxi driver. "Here take this." She said throwing some money through the small gap. "I have to be somewhere pretty quickly and this traffic is terrible, thanks!" She gasped before grabbing her bags and darting out of the door. Once safely on the pavement Quinn began to jog home. 'Not. Much. Further.' She panted mentally.

Rachel sighed and sat back down. She'd begun pacing the floor in the lounge but soon got too irritated to even do that. Kurt had popped in and bid her farewell so now she didn't even have him to keep her company until Quinn arrived home. Quinn arrived at the apartment block and took one look up to the window where she expected to see Rachel sat, scouring the streets for the blonde, but there was no sign of the brunette jumping up and down excitedly at the window.

Quinn hurriedly began her ascent to their apartment. She took the stairs and skipped them as she ran up to their front door. Through the glass panes she could see the diva, one more obstacle to get through and they'd be reunited. She grabbed the keys from her bag and forced them into the lock. The door swung open and Quinn bolted inside leaving her bags in the hall as she ran over to Rachel. "Come here you." She declared as she entered the living room.

Rachel's frown soon became a smile as she dived off the sofa and embraced her girlfriend tightly. Their lips met and it was as if they'd never been away. Their kisses became hungrier and hungrier as they made their way to the couch. Reluctantly they eventually broke away before they forgot the simplest of greetings. Quinn wrapped an arm around Rachel and pulled her tightly as they sat on the couch. "Oh crap! I forgot my bags, one sec." Rachel couldn't do anything but laugh. She loved how Quinn's desire to see her made her lose value of all of her possessions. "Sorted." She sighed as she threw them into their bedroom and dived back over the couch and landed on Rachel.

"Ouch!" She yelped.

"Sorry baby, I did it out love. I mean it."

"How can you hurt me out of love?"

"I just need to be close to you right now, I never want to be apart from you for that length of time again!" She said as she shifted her weight so they were lying side by side.

"I guess now's not the time to remind you that you leave in a few days for the next part of your tour."

"Well actually..."

"Actually what? Quinn what's going on?"

"I may have cancelled that part of the tour."

"What? Why?" Rachel exclaimed causing Quinn to abruptly sit up.

"Don't worry, it wasn't just for you. I can assure you." Quinn began, realising Rachel would be annoyed if that was the entire reason. "No, I mean the signing was great and the book has a fantastic buzz but Lindsay and I are trialling something new. It was her idea actually." Quinn told her. Rachel didn't look convinced.

"We've seen for ourselves the success and buzz for the book, so we wondered whether we could have signings just here in New York and see how many people would travel for them. It happens all the time. Take London for example. If an author visits Britain they usually visit London, the capital city of England, millions of people travel down for that one event. It's madness. We're just wondering if that buzz can happen here and for my book." Quinn explained.

"What if it doesn't?" Rachel asked not entirely convinced by the idea.

"If it doesn't, then the next book I write will have a full book tour with no complaints. I can't lie Rachel, you were part of the reason I was so up for this idea. I love travelling and meeting fans but I love you more. If I could pick you up and take you with me I would, but I can't, so I decided to bring my work to you." Quinn finished. She watched Rachel's face to see if there was any sign of reaction, either positive or negative. Instead she just sat there in silence contemplating what her girlfriend had just told her.

Quinn left and began to unpack her suitcase while Rachel sat in the lounge and stared at the wall ahead of her. 'She's giving up part of her work for me, why can't I do something as simple as that?' she thought. Quinn's voice snapped her from her thoughts. "Hey Rach, I know you love unpacking, so why don't you get your pretty little butt in here and help me." She rolled her eyes and remained on the couch. Quinn was unsure how to take the silence from the diva, it was odd for her to be quiet for this long. She left the bedroom and sat down beside her girlfriend. She took one of Rachel's hands and interlocked their fingers.

"Rach, tell me what you're thinking, please." Quinn begged.

"Honestly Quinn, I think you're giving up a lot for this relationship and I can't give anything up." She whimpered. "Hey, hey, hey, I never asked you to give anything up." She soothed pulling her tighter and cradling her head. "I know you haven't. I feel like I should though."

"Your dream is so much bigger than mine. I feel like I've succeeded in life. I've had not one but two novels published and I have you. This is the start of the next dream for me. What other dreams do you have, baby?"

"One more." She whispered.

"Wasn't this third date material?" Quinn asked. Rachel only nodded in reply. "I think we're definitely passed the third date stage, so come on, tell me."

"I want to..." She stopped, this was one of her biggest dreams. Something no one knew.

"You want to what, baby? Come on."

"I want to...release...an...album." She finally stammered out. Quinn was stunned.

"That's great baby. I believe in you."

"It's stupid...it's not going to happen. It's really hard to break into the industry."

"Hey, you're already in the industry. You're Rachel Berry: Star of Broadway."

"Star of Broadway without any offers for other shows."

"Maybe it's a sign though." Quinn said supportively. "That you've done as much as necessary on Broadway for now and you should take the leap into something else. Look at me..." She asked. Rachel's eyes shot up and looked right into Quinn's. "I believe in you, Rachel. I know you can do this. You've supported me with my book now let me support you. Tell me you'll go for it." Rachel wiped away the small tears that were forming in her eyes and slowly nodded her head.

"Thanks Quinn. I've missed you being here the past week, you know."

"I know baby, I missed you too. You definitely were the reason why I got Lindsay to cut this tour short. I couldn't do another week without you."

"I love you." Rachel simply replied.

"I love you too, now come on, come help me unpack." Quinn replied with a wink. She pulled her girlfriend up and led her to the bedroom.

Once they were unpacked, they laid on the bed together just soaking up each other's company. Kurt couldn't have been more wrong when he assumed that he wouldn't be able to sleep that night. The women lay in silence just holding each other knowing they were both ready for the next step in their relationship. Neither could work out the exact time for it to come though.