A/N: I did say updates were going to be less frequent, this one's taken me ages to get down. I hope I've done it justice!

Another Dedication:

Quinn was at her go-to spot, the bench where she'd confessed her feelings for Rachel. That bench was the start of something pretty amazing for the both of them and Quinn felt like it was a place for clarity for her. She'd slipped out of bed almost two hours ago. She'd watched Rachel sleep for an hour before getting up to clear her head again. She needed to talk it through with someone who wasn't Rachel. Someone who was an outsider to their relationship. Only one person had come to mind.

"Santana, I think I've screwed up." Quinn complained down the phone.

"I bet you haven't, come on Q, tell me what's up."

"I stormed out on Rachel. I almost lost my temper."

"Hold up, how did you get to storming out? You're missing out vital information, I'm sure Berry gave you a valid excuse for storming out. She was the master of them in high school its only natural that she passes off her traits on the people she lives with, god, imagine your children." She abruptly stopped. "Seriously Quinn, explain everything to me."

"She's talking about leaving Broadway and you know completing her bucket list before she starts another chapter in her life. She's scared if she doesn't do it now then she won't get the opportunity again once she becomes a wife and a mother. I support her decision, I mean I've kicked the bucket years ago and I'm ready for the responsibilities of being a wife and a mother. We've both discussed being ready to move on in our relationship and become a proper family but every single discussion we have always ends up in me being the one to propose. She's just so persistent that it's taking the excitement away from it. It seems as if she's completely given up on her proposing to me. It feels like I'm being pressured into proposing just to make her happy. I mean, I know exactly how I'm doing it and she knows that. I am ready to move forward but I won't be forced into it."

"Q, you just told me that you're ready to move forward. What's really holding you back?"

"You know what kind of environment I grew up in Santana. It wasn't easy."

"No it wasn't easy, but you and Rachel are happy, your parents weren't."

"They must have been at some point though, you know to actually get married. They must have loved each other at some stage to commit to each other."

"I suppose so, but what's brought all this on?"

"Well, what if Rachel and I don't work out? What if we end up making each other as unhappy as my parents did before they finally called it a day. What if I'm the source of her unhappiness for the rest of her life?"

"What happened to the Quinn Fabray who never thought about the 'what ifs' in life?"

"She realised how big of a commitment marriage actually is. I don't know how I'd survive if I knew Rachel wasn't happy and that I'd caused that unhappiness."

"Quinn, you've made Rachel happier than anyone I've ever known. You two have the capacity to go the distance. You're going to be there for each other when you need it most. Of course it's going to be hard, but you've accepted that. Rachel knows its going to be hard, she's not stupid, Q.

I believe in the two of you. I believe in the love that the two of you have found with each other. It may have taken some time getting to where you are now but that's life. If it was going to be simple we'd have a boring existence. You and Berry wouldn't have made it in high school the world wasn't ready for you. It's ready now. You've just got to accept that you're going to be together and no matter how hard you try to disregard that it's not going to be something that ends in unhappiness." Santana explained.

"You know Santana, that's the most sense you've ever made and probably the nicest you've been to Rachel like ever." Quinn laughed, changing the tone from serious to light.

"Don't get used to it. Sometimes Quinn you need a push in the right direction. You don't know how you'd live knowing she was unhappy, how do you think she'd live knowing you were unhappy? I don't know how I'd live knowing that the two of you weren't together, giving the relationship phobic among us the hope of finding true love."

"You really are a brilliant friend Santana, I owe you so much."

"Q, I wouldn't let you throw this away. You owe me a favour."

"I think I owe you more than a favour."

"It's a shame you're taken Fabray, I've always wondered what you're like in bed. Feisty I reckon."

"Ew. Never ever say that again. Rachel would kill you for a start!"

"I was kidding Quinn. I just want you to tell me when you're planning on proposing, that's all."

"Oh. Well yeah, I did tell you earlier that I knew how I was going to do it but I know when I'm doing it too. I've just got to keep her off my case for a while longer."

"Do tell!"

-#-

Rachel lay staring at the space where Quinn slept wondering where the blonde was. She'd felt the blonde get out of bed and quietly slip out of the room. She had no idea how tense the atmosphere was going to be between them this morning. They'd gone to bed in a comfortable silence the night before but neither would deny that the mood was tense and discussion was minimal to avoid further conflict. Rachel knew exactly where they stood now and knew not to pressure Quinn into marriage. As she lay in bed she re-evaluated exactly what the blonde had said. She wished that Quinn had told her that it was her family that had given her doubts about getting married. They could have discussed it without her having to storm out to prove her point. That was something they needed to work before they even considered getting married again. They both had fiery tempers and were still learning bits about each other's personality such as Quinn's hesitation at opening up and being completely honest where her head is.

Rachel heard the door open and pretended to be asleep. She wanted to know how Quinn was going to be with her, would she wake her? Would she just leave her to wake herself up? The diva needed an idea of how she was going to behave during the day. She felt the blonde plonk herself down on the mattress and drape an arm over her waist. "Time to wake up, Rach." She whispered, lightly kissing her cheek. Slowly Rachel opened her eyes and turned to face her girlfriend whose face lit up when the diva turned onto her back. "What time is it?" Rachel asked feigning to stretch.

"9. I thought maybe we could spend the day together?" Quinn responded.

"That sounds perfect." She replied leaning up and kissing her. She pulled away when she heard a rustling noise behind the blonde's back. "What are you hiding?" She asked, leaning further up to try and peek behind her back.

"Well, I brought you breakfast: coffee and vegan croissants from a deli that's just opened down the street. I apologise in advance if both are dreadful, it looked nice though."

"Well aren't you sweet this morning? Thank you." She commented as she took the breakfast from the blonde who had slipped under the duvet and was closing the gap between her and the brunette. She held Rachel close who was slowly sipping at her coffee and fed off the closeness between the two of them. "Is everything ok this morning?" Rachel asked quietly.

"It is. I don't think I can apologise enough for last night, I just got so, actually, never mind. Let's not dwell on the past."

"I agree, I just wanted to make sure you were ok."

"I know and I appreciate it. I've been out this morning and cleared my head again. Everything is completely normal and I don't want last night to get in the way of us. We both know exactly where we stand and that although we're both ready to move forward there's still some issues that we need to sort out before we can move forward properly." Quinn stated. Rachel just sat there nodding in silent agreement with the blonde.

"How about instead of you going out to clear your head at ridiculous o'clock, you wake me up and speak to me about it?"

"You looked too peaceful to wake up, besides I like spending some time alone."

"I don't care how peaceful I look; if something's up I want to know. I can understand wanting to spend time alone but I love you and we work better together."

"We do but sometimes I do just need that time away. I spoke to Santana too; she always helps me see things with more clarity."

"I wish you'd talk to me though." Rachel answered honestly.

"I do baby, but this was about you and I just needed an outside perspective." Quinn replied.

"Outside perspective on what?"

"Us." Quinn simply replied. "Now come on, finish up. I want to take you out." She added as she got out of the bed and left Rachel simply staring into space.

-#-

"I can't believe we've nearly been together a year." Quinn stated as they walked towards the park, hand in hand. "Me either. I genuinely didn't think we'd last this long. I thought you'd have had enough of me by now."

"How so?"

"I figured that once we started living together that you'd see that I hadn't changed that much since high school and I was still the girl you once hated."

"Rach, I never hated you. Do you not remember I told you that I couldn't be friends with you because I wanted you even though I knew it was 'wrong'. Now I have you I'm not letting you go. I promise you."

"Part of me is always going to fear you leaving me."

"Rachel, I'm going to spend every day for the rest of my life helping you banish that fear. You and I are forever. That might sound naive but I believe it."

"It doesn't sound naive. I've never felt like this before. I've never been so in love that my heart hurts when we're apart."

"Rachel where's your bathroom?" Santana interrupted.

"The same place it always is." Rachel snapped back.

"I'll be right back, I've just got to go and throw up, you two make me sick sometimes."

"Sometimes?" Quinn asked playfully.

"Yeah if we only make you sick sometimes then we're failing." Rachel pointed out.

"Maybe we just need to up the game, baby?" Quinn mocked.

"I think so." Rachel mocked back. Santana screwed her face up and the pair burst out laughing. They hadn't realised that most of their guests had gone home. They had been sat telling their story for too long and even Kurt had dozed off in front of them. "Maybe we should just go to bed, baby? Everyone's gone home and Kurt, our most loyal listener has even fallen asleep." Quinn chuckled.

"I can't believe they left. Are we that boring?"

"We're not boring, we just have a long story. It doesn't matter that people left, the only thing that matters is that you and I are still here, together, to tell our story."

"This is just one short chapter."

"Nice link to storytelling there."

"What can I say? There's this girl I'm dating and she's a pretty well known author. I think she's had a best seller."

"No I think she's had two."

"Oh do you know her?"

"I believe I do, pretty well. Now I'm going to stop speaking about myself and just concentrate on getting ready for bed." Quinn laughed.

"Yeah me too, I'm rather tired."

"I just can't wait to get this ridiculous costume off. It's so itchy! Next year you're wearing the stupid outfit."

"Oh nooooo." Rachel laughed as Quinn approached her. "What on earth are you doing?"

"I want a preview. Put the tree on..." She sniggered pushing the costume on her girlfriend.

"This is horrible!" She squealed. "I can see what you mean about it being itchy and I've only had it on for a minute. How have you spent all night in this?" She asked as she watched Quinn get her pyjamas on."I did it out of love. I didn't really want a Rachel Berry diva strop during our first annual Christmas party." She teased as she turned down the bed.

Rachel huffed and was about to stomp her foot when Quinn grabbed her hand and pulled her towards her. "Happy Christmas Rachel." She whispered as she handed her a small package out of her bedside cabinet. "It's not Christmas." The diva replied.

"Happy Hanukkah then, just open it, before I change my mind." She winked.

Rachel's heart raced as she gently tore back the paper. She turned the package over and her eyebrow furrowed when she realised what it was. "Errr Quinn, I think you're losing your memory, I already have this."

"No you don't." Quinn simply replied.

"I do. You gave me the first published copy." She recounted as she stared at Quinn's novel that was in her hand. "I assure you that you don't have this copy."

"I do. I can even recite the dedication if you want." She replied confidently. Quinn raised her eyebrows in a silent approval for Rachel to continue. "It said: 'For you: There were years when I didn't think we'd happen but now we're locked in happiness. This is our story.' How close to perfect was that? Oh wait, don't answer because I know for a fact that was word perfect." Rachel smirked.

"Why don't you check? That doesn't sound perfect to me." Quinn joked urging the brunette to open the book.

"What's it worth?"

"I'll answer that when you check."

The brunette skipped to the page where the dedication was printed. Quinn's heart raced as she anxiously awaited the diva's reaction. Quinn watched as the diva's eyebrows rose when she saw a different dedication to the one she'd recited moments earlier. Instead of the original dedication, four words sat in print. 'Will you marry me' sat on the page bold as the type of the novel. Rachel slowly closed the novel and had tears slowly crawling down her face. "Rachel?" Quinn whispered moving to hold onto her girlfriend. "I mean it Rachel."

Quinn released the diva and moved to her cabinet and pulled out a small satin box. "I wanted to propose in a way that only I truly could. I wanted it to be special and romantic. Rachel, I've spent months planning this and although at times I wasn't ready, I've never been readier than I am now. I want to spend my life with you, I want to have children with you. I want everything with you. Will you do me the honour of marrying me?" She whispered, not wanting to break the quiet atmosphere in the room. She opened the box and inside was a small silver engagement ring.

She tried to read Rachel's expression and soon she didn't need to as the diva flung her arms around her neck and sobbed. "Yes. Of course I will."

"Really?" Quinn replied.

"A thousand times yes." She pulled Quinn into a kiss who quickly pulled away and took the diva's left hand and slowly slipped the ring onto it. Once the ring was securely in place she grabbed the diva and kissed her to convey any emotion she'd missed during the moments when she'd proposed. She wanted to make sure that Rachel felt everything she felt. "We're getting married." Rachel stuttered through her tears. "We're getting married." Quinn simply replied as she beamed with her pride at her fiancée who she was holding tightly in her arms.

A/N: Well?
Who was right? After the nonsense in last night's Glee episode I really wanted to make myself feel better and hopefully I made the Faberry shippers feel a bit better too! I'm not sure where to take this next but it isn't finished! I'm open to suggestions! :)

All the best,
Klaine2314