A/N: A lot of jumping to the present and past in this chapter but I know my readers can handle it!
We're getting closer to the proposal by one of our girls! Which should signal the end of this little story!

I'll be sad when its finished! Back to the drawing board for another fanfiction...or maybe I should finish my Fabrevans fic!
Anyway, before this turns into my general thoughts on life and other nonsense!
All the best,
Klaine2314

Planned Spontaneity:

"You two actually make me nauseous with your sweetness." A voice chimed entering the room.

"Nice of you to finally make it, San. Only two hours late." Quinn retorted.

"Let me guess, you're filling these guys in on your story?"

"Naturally." Rachel replied.

"I'm in the first part, so I know what happens, I know I won't have missed much...but before Berry berates me I'm going to sit and shut my mouth."

"I think Kurt's more likely to berate you!"

"I'll sit next to Hummel, we can even fangirl over the two of you, if you want?" Santana quipped.

"Anyway..." Rachel began.

"Ah, just the couple I was looking for." Kurt said as he approached the two women as they ate lunch.

"We're the only people you could be looking for." Rachel remarked.

"I'll ignore that smart-ass remark. I've got some interesting developments. As fun as it is living with the two of you, I'm taking the plunge. I'm moving in with Blaine."

"That's fantastic, Kurt!" Rachel squealed, jumping up and hugging him.

"I'll miss living with you Kurt. It's just me and looney here now. If I go insane, it's your fault." Quinn chuckled, which earned her a slap from her girlfriend.

"I'm sure you'll be just fine." Kurt giggled.

"When do you leave?" Rachel asked.

"I'm not sure yet, probably the end of the month."

"You're not going to be here for our first anniversary. Actually on reflection that's probably a good thing. If you know what I'm saying." The diva winked.

"I don't think the random woman on the street needed confirmation about that, baby." Quinn sniggered.

"How ever will I survive when I can sleep peacefully and not hear you hit higher notes than you do when you're on stage." Kurt mocked.

"You. Are. So. Dead." She emphasised as she pretended to lunge at him.

"I guess I should apologise for that Kurt. I can't help it if I'm good in bed." Quinn responded lightly.

"I can confirm that she is in fact insatiable."

"As are you baby, as are you." Quinn replied. She pulled the diva onto her lap and kissed her softly before Rachel deepened it. Quinn could feel Rachel smiling as they kissed she struggled to restrain her laughter knowing exactly what the diva was up to.

"This..." Kurt said indicating to the kissing couple in front of him "...is one of several reasons I can no longer live with you. Your little game is up, Rachel. The 'Make Kurt uncomfortable' game that the two of you have been playing is over." He laughed.

"Does that mean we win?" Rachel said breaking away from Quinn. Kurt huffed and left the room hurriedly as they began kissing again. Once he'd left they quickly broke away in giggles.

"Don't think I know what the two of you are up to tonight." Kurt interjected.

"I have no idea what you're implying there..." Rachel mumbled averting her eyes.

"Yeah Kurt, what on earth are you on about?" Quinn asked as she lightly kissed the diva's neck.

"Very clever, Fabray. Now, I want to get home at some point tonight, please continue." Kurt joked.

"Are you still interested in finding our own place?" Quinn asked as the two lay in bed that evening.

"I don't know, now Kurt's leaving it seems pointless for us to leave too. We might as well have just got a place of our own from the start, really."

"Why don't we stay here then? If it becomes too small then we can look for a new place." Quinn replied. "Can I make a suggestion though?" She added.

"Go for it."

"Can we make Kurt's room an office? As much as I love working from bed, I get far too relaxed and distracted by my surroundings to work. It's ok for now whilst I don't have any deadlines but when I start writing again I can't be distracted otherwise I'll have an irate Lindsay giving me hell for sending her bad drafts with lousy spelling and punctuation."

"I don't see that being an issue. Your desk and everything is in storage so we can just get them moved up."

"I thought you'd put up more of a fight than that." Quinn chuckled.

"I'm lost..."

"I thought maybe you'd want a trophy room or something, for all those amazing awards you have and the many more you're going to get."

"Oh no, it's too early in my career for one of those. We'll have one in our family home."

"Our family home, huh?"

"Yes. It's going to be necessary. We can't still be living in this apartment when we've got four children running around. Four children in one bedroom isn't exactly practical or fair, now is it?"

"Four children? That's how many you want. Thanks for giving me the memo."

"I don't see you arguing. I take it four's ok then?"

"Let's just see how we're doing once we're married. Before that we have to get engaged, so let's not rush ourselves."

"Hurry up and propose then." Rachel replied bluntly.

"Who says I'm proposing, I might be waiting for you to propose to me." She laughed.

"We've got our entire life ahead of us, that doesn't seem long enough, does it?"

"It's like a jail sentence." Quinn winked. Rachel huffed and turned away from her. "Oh Rachel, I'm joking, of course it's never going to be long enough." She laughed wrapping an arm around the diva's waist and pulling her back towards her. "I look forward to the mornings when I wake up next to you and the nights when I fall asleep holding you, that's never going to be enough. We just have to learn to make it enough and not take any time we have together for granted."

"You make it sound like we're dying."

"We are Rachel. My heart feels like it's about to burst. About to burst with love. Love that's all for you. If that's what dying feels like then I'll die a happy woman, as long as I have you and our love."

"You'll always have me and our love, I promise." She replied a tear rolling down her face at her girlfriend's heartfelt confession. "Now would be a perfect time to propose. Just saying." She laughed wanting to defuse the tension.

"It would, but I've decided when I'm proposing and exactly how."

"Are you serious?"

"Of course. Do I take your surprise as a sign that you haven't started planning at all?"

"I've had ideas but nothing concrete I prefer the spontaneity of a proposal. I might just surprise you when you're in the bath or when you're reading the paper."

"I like that idea, its much more you. We're the perfect balance. You live for spontaneity and I live for plans. I think you may need to plan at some point, I mean I might not plan on proposing for another three years and I can sense that you want to be married before then." She joked.

"In three years we will be close to thirty, I definitely want to be married before then."

"Get thinking then." Quinn laughed, poking her side.

"Can I just add that neither of you has given in yet." Santana joked.

"Santana, can I borrow you a second?" Quinn asked, carefully putting Rachel into her space on the couch. Santana's brow dropped and slowly she followed the blonde into the kitchen. "S'up Blondie?"

"I'll tell you what s'up... stop saying the 'm' word!"

"You're not getting cold feet are you? I thought this was what you wanted..."

"It is. The more you guys bring it up, the more excited she gets and I want to catch her off guard. I don't want her expecting me to do it, just like she won't want me to expect when she's going to do it. It's supposed to be a surprise and for the life of me I cannot lie to her. Those eyes just make my heart break and she always gets what she wants! So get back in there and nudge Hummel and tell him to pipe down too!"

"What am I going to say when I go back in?"

"Seriously? You're Santana frickin' Lopez, use your head and make something up!" The blonde scolded.

"Q, calm down. This crazy persona you've got right now is not cool. Rachel's going to think I hit on you or something and I hate to tell you but you're not my type."

"Thank the lord, because I only have eyes for one brunette in this place and she definitely isn't you." Quinn laughed, sighing deeply as she tried to regain composure before re-entering the lounge where Rachel and their guests were awaiting her return.

'Man up, Fabray. Its four words. You know what she'll say. Just man up.'