A/N: I just wanted to tell any of you that don't have tumblr that this story is complete it'll be 42 chapters and there will be an epilogue. I'm still going to continue to only update once a week because I am already working on the next sequel and since I'm not posting it until it's done; this will make it so there is less time without any new chapters. Thank you all so much for the journey and I hope you enjoy the final ten chapters.
Warning: Sexy times (don't like it don't read it)
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, anything mentioned, any songs, quotes, or books used.
Chapter 33: Until the End of Time
"While I sleep I dream of you, and when I wake, I long to hold you in my arms. If
anything, our time apart has only made me more certain that I want to spend my
nights by your side, and my days with your heart."
-Nicholas Sparks; Nights in Rodanthe
/
Rachel and Santana were in the middle of kicking the crap out of a dummy that was placed in the center of the room. Rachel's newest adventure was a self-defense slash karate class that she asked Santana to take with her. Santana agreed as long as- in her words- she could break shit.
Which is what they were currently doing.
They had been teamed together for this lesson; they were taking turns on the dummy, and that thing didn't know what hit it. Santana leaned back with her arms crossed and watched Rachel kick the living shit out of the thing.
She suddenly felt really bad for anyone that thought they could mess with this girl and also realized that all of those times she picked on the girl freshman year she could've easily kicked her ass; but Rachel was a better person than that.
Rachel always had been a better person than any of them.
Then Santana suddenly felt the need to apologize for all the times she was awful to Rachel; even though she had before and Rachel was one of her greatest friends now… she still felt the need to do something nice for her.
And then an idea hit her.
And Rachel would love it.
Well Rachel might not…
But she knew she would. An evil smile crept up her cheeks, and she knew exactly how they would spend the afternoon. She had been placed under strict orders to keep Rachel busy for the rest of the afternoon.
And she was damn well going to keep her busy; whether Rachel liked it or not.
"Santana," Rachel's voice broke her out of her thoughts.
"Hm?" She looked up and saw Rachel looking at her like she was crazy.
"It's your turn," Rachel told her and another evil smile crept up her lips. For a completely different reason this time… and as she kicked the shit out of the dummy she felt so empowered. She reminded herself to thank Rachel for this later.
Yet another thing she owed this girl.
Fucking Rachel Berry.
/
"Puck you're so fucking annoying sometimes!" Quinn yelled from across the apartment.
"Oh yeah like you're a bucket of fun Fabray," he yelled back.
"You know if you two didn't have a kid together I'd think you were related," Sawyer's voice chimed in and they both shot her dirty looks.
"That's fucking nasty babe," Puck told her with a disgusted look on his face that she thought was utterly adorable.
"Yeah dude… just gross," Quinn agreed.
"At least I got the two of you to agree on something today."
"Well if Puck wasn't so fucking annoying sometime!" Quinn yelled.
"You know what Q… I'm here to help you, because YOU asked… so if you'd like me to continue to help I suggest you SHUT. THE. FUCK. UP!" He screamed and Quinn advanced on him.
"You shut the fuck up ASSHOLE!" She yelled back and Sawyer threw her hands in the air.
"Siblings, I tell you," she said more to herself than anyone else as her boyfriend and best friend started throwing paint at each other while still screaming.
/
Santana was waiting for Rachel outside of the locker room at the gym as the girl finished up her shower. Once Rachel emerged they walked toward the exit.
"So are you busy this afternoon, shrimp?"
"I was just going to go home and get my cuddle on with Quinn," she saw Santana's lip curl and she held back a laugh. "Why, what's up?" Santana knew that Quinn would actually be busy all afternoon getting things ready for their date the following evening and she figured she would get Quinn out of having to lie to Rachel; by putting her own plan into action.
"I was just wondering if you'd like to go somewhere with me?"
"Should I be worried?" Rachel asked with worry in her tone and Santana chuckled.
"No… I mean I was just thinking earlier that I used to be a dick to you."
"Sure but, lots of people were Satan… you have more than made up for it since then," Rachel promised and watched as Santana's smile widened.
"Glad to hear that but I'd still like to do something nice for you."
"Like what?" Rachel knew this couldn't be good. There was something in Santana's tone that gave her the feeling she was about to do something crazy. And hopefully it wouldn't land her in jail or something worse.
"Well I'd like to buy you a tattoo," Rachel's eyes widened at that. It was the last thing she expected to hear… but she was definitely interested. She had wanted another one since Quinn got hers and she even knew what she wanted to get.
But she was still curious as to why Santana wanted to do something so random.
"Why?"
"I told you… I guess I was just feeling a bit guilty about all the slushies and name calling back then and-"
"No I know… I meant why a tattoo?"
"Oh," Santana's smile was evil. "Because I bought Quinn one and I figured I get you a matching set."
"You're lying," Rachel saw right through her.
"Okay fine," Santana grumbled. "Because I liked watching you act like a little bitch when you got the last one," she shrugged. "Some things never change, " she shrugged as she said it. She thought Rachel would be mad, she thought she might even get hit, but when Rachel laughed she was truly surprised. "You're laughing… why are you laughing?"
"Because leave it to you Satan to want to spend money on me just to watch how I react to the pain," Santana released a relieved sigh.
Oh good, she bought it.
"But luckily for you, I don't care why you want to buy me it… I want another tattoo more than I want to deny you, so I'm in."
"Awesome," Santana said and was proud that she effectively lied to the girl. The real reason why she wanted to get her a tattoo was to complete the set. Getting both girls a tattoo was her idea of a house warming gift.
Well Snix's idea anyway.
That and a bottle of wine would be perfect.
/
Puck and Quinn carried the sofa into the apartment after fighting to get it on the damn elevator and then through the front door. When it was in the spot that Quinn finally decided on; after changing her mind three times… Puck threw himself onto it and Quinn followed.
"Thanks for helping today Puck, it really means a lot to me and I know I've been a temperamental jerk today."
"Nah, it's cool… it's no different than any other day."
"Fuck you," she yelled and he draped his arm across her shoulder with a laugh.
"Rachel's going to love it," he said watching as her smile widened.
"You think so?"
"Are you kidding me Q… you bought her a fucking apartment," he said with pride in his tone and it didn't go unnoticed by her. "And not only that, you repainted and furnished it as well… she's going to blow you so hard for this," Quinn giggled and blushed at that.
"Um… I don't have a dick Puck."
"You do sometimes?" He arched his eyebrow in wonder.
"And so does Rachel," she corrected him and watched his eyes light up.
"Hot."
"Gross Puckerman," she pushed him away and he laughed again. "Get your perverse mind out of mine and Rachel's sex life."
"Okay… but all I meant was that she is going to love it… all that you put into this place," he watched Quinn's stupid- in love with Rachel Berry- smile form, and that smile made everything worth it.
There isn't anything he wouldn't do for either of these girls.
No matter what.
"You don't think it's too small?"
"It's a perfect size Quinn," he giggled as his mind went in the gutter again and she shot him a dirty look.
"Stop it," he did as he was told. "But what I meant was, Rachel won't think it's too small will she?" And when he smirked again she hit him in the stomach with her arm. He sucked in a breath as the hit caught him off guard.
"No dude… Rachel is going to love it, trust me." She smiled again and that was when Sawyer walked into the house carrying coffee cups.
"Oh… nice to see you two finally getting along."
"You should've been here a minute ago babe," Puck took the cup from her and accepted a sweet kiss. "She punched me in the stomach," Sawyer glared at Quinn who merely scoffed.
"He was being perverse… he's lucky I didn't kick him in the nuts," Sawyer arched her eyebrow at Puck as if to ask if Quinn was telling the truth and when he shrugged she knew Quinn was right.
"It's not my fault she was talking about Rachel not liking it because it was too small and my mind went there… I'm still a dude."
"Yeah a grown up one," Quinn chastised.
"Oh please likes dudes ever grow up," Quinn's eyes landed on Sawyer's and they were thinking the same thing.
He was right.
"Come on, we've got one more room to paint tonight."
"What's in it for me?" Puck questioned but followed Quinn into her and Rachel's new bedroom, anyway.
"Um… beer and pizza?" She said it as if it were a question.
"Works for me," he picked up a paint roller and got to work.
"Works for me too," Sawyer said following suit.
"And you guys are still helping tomorrow morning right?"
"Yes," they both answered with equally annoyed tones.
"Lady Hummel will be distracting Rachel tomorrow correct?" Puck asked and Quinn nodded.
"Yeah and I can't thank you all enough for helping make this New Year's Eve a perfect one for Rachel."
"It's what we do Quinn… you know as friends," Sawyer told her and Quinn got to work painting too.
"Yeah and your ass will help us when we move in together too," Puck added; Sawyer gasped before tackling him with kisses. Quinn smiled but otherwise ignored them to let them share in their little moment together.
Rachel's ribs were stinging something fierce as she sat down on her bed. Quinn would be back any minute and she couldn't wait for Quinn to see the tattoo she got. It hurt like a fucking bitch and she was happy that Santana got her wish of watching her squirm in pain while also giving her a gift that she has wanted for a while.
It was a win-win.
Except for Rachel's ribs; which hurt like fucking hell.
Quinn entered the room a moment later and Rachel perked up at the sight of her.
"Hey baby," Quinn leaned down to kiss her and when she did her shirt rubbed against the tattoo causing Rachel to hiss in pain. "Wh-What happened… you didn't get hurt at your lesson did you? Did Santana…" Quinn turned. "I'll kill her," Quinn was angry and about to go pummel Santana before Rachel could even get a word in; but Rachel grasped her wrist and pulled her back down to the bed.
"Calm down Quinn… I'm fine, it didn't happen in class," Quinn breathed a sigh of relief. "But Santana was the cause of it," the fire was back in Quinn's eyes and she tried to get up again. But again Rachel tugged her back down. "Baby… calm down, it's not what you think." Rachel watched as Quinn took two deep steadying breaths and calmed down.
It was fucking hot.
"My ribs hurt Quinn be-"
"Why did-"
"If you'd let my finish you'd know why," Rachel cut her off and again Quinn took a deep breath again… this time she finally calmed herself down.
"Sorry I just get really defensive."
"I know and it's so, so hot… it always has been," Quinn's smiled perked up at those words. "Quinn… Santana bought me a tattoo today."
"Oh," Quinn's eyes were wide with surprise and then they softened and darkened. "Oh," she husked and that one word was laced with sex.
And it had Rachel dripping with need.
"Yeah."
"Wh-What of?" Quinn husked again and Rachel couldn't take it, she needed Quinn's hands and mouth on her… and in her. She pulled her shirt up and off; tossing it blindly away from her and pulled her bra off next. When she removed the covering the tattoo parlor had placed over it a couple hours before Quinn's mouth dropped open.
It was only six words, written in beautiful script in two lines across Rachel's right ribs; just under her breast.
Six words.
But they were six words that Quinn- herself- wrote.
I hold on,
I stay strong
It was fucking beautiful.
"Baby," Quinn said with adoration. "It's… it's…"
"It's your words Quinn… from the song you wrote for me," Rachel confirmed what Quinn already knew and then she wiped the tears that were falling down Quinn's cheeks.
"My words mean that much to you; that you got them permanently tattooed on your body?" Rachel nodded.
"Your words mean everything to me Quinn," she said. "And it's not any different than the gold star tattoo you got for me," she finished; her voice trembling with unshed tears of her own.
"God I love you so much," Quinn husked and Rachel nodded.
"Prove it," she replied in her own husky voice which was dripping with arousal. And that wasn't the only thing dripping with arousal. As Rachel leaned back and spread her legs open; Quinn could see her skimpy panties and just how wet they were for her.
"Fuck," she hummed and moved so that she was kneeling in between those perfect legs. She pulled both the skirt and panties off and marveled at her girlfriends sexy, as hell body… which was now decorated with two tattoos and her mouth watered. "You're so beautiful Rachel," she said before lowering her mouth to Rachel's heated center.
"So are you…now eat," Rachel demanded and Quinn did. Her eyes rolled back, her back arched off the bed and her hand fisted Quinn's hair tightly.
"Fuck… I love you too Quinn," she shouted as that tongue brought her to amazing heights.
Like it always did.
The next day; Rachel was being distracted by Kurt while Quinn, Puck, Sawyer and today Santana worked on the apartment.
Unbeknownst to Rachel of course.
It was New Year's Eve day and Kurt begged Rachel to go ice skating with him which she agreed to do even though she didn't know he was merely on a mission from Quinn.
He also really loved ice skating… and hanging out with Rachel, of course.
He really missed her sometimes; especially lately because they were both so busy. When Quinn approached him he gladly jumped at the offer to spend the day with her.
They were currently sitting at a coffee shop after spending the morning skating.
"This is so fun Kurt," she said sipping her coffee. "I have really had a good time with you today."
"Me too," he told her honestly. "So do you know where Quinn is taking you tonight?"
"No," she pouted. "It's one of her stupid surprises… which are never actually stupid, it's just that she knows I hate them so she always does it, but they're always wonderful and I have no doubt tonight will be as well. Especially if it involves seeing the ball drop live and in person; like I not so subtly requested," he smirked because boy if she only knew. "How about Blaine, does he have something spectacular planned?"
"Not sure," Kurt shrugged. "But Blaine is never anything less than absolutely dreamy," he said with his smitten grin that Rachel knew so well.
"He really is, and it's something he and Quinn have in common."
"They sure do," Kurt agreed. He always thought that Rachel and himself had somehow found the two most romantic people in Ohio and they were lucky enough to have them.
"Hey Kurt I was wondering if you and Blaine would like to do something with me this year?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well as you know I am taking this year away from performing to see what else interests me."
"Yeah… and it's such a great idea Rach."
"Well somehow this idea has been turned into doing fun things with my friends," she continued. "I mean I didn't mean for it to always be with someone but it sort of happened that way. I took a cooking class with Tina, I'm going to be doing a hip hop dance class with Mike taught by Brittany, and a karate class with Santana… so would you and Blaine be interested in maybe joining me for I don't know…" she trailed off as she thought of things she wanted to try. "Ooh I know, how about an art class," she saw Kurt's eyes light up at the prospect; and then he squealed.
"I love it, Oh my god! I'll run it by Blaine but I am definitely in," her smile widened.
"Awesome, I'll look into it" it was silent between them for a few moments and then she spoke. "What else do you want to do today?"
"I think we need a little retail therapy," he saw her nod. "And we need to get you a fabulous dress to wear tonight," he said with a wink and this time she squealed.
/
"That's crooked Puckerman," Santana shouted as he hung a portrait on the living room wall. "Move it up on the left… the other left you fucking moron!"
"Why don't you get your ass up on this ladder if you know so much Satan," he yelled back.
"Shut up! Just shut up!" Quinn shouted as she entered the room. She was sick of their constant screaming. She saw the picture that Puck was hanging on the wall; it was a blown up version of the picture that she took of Rachel holding Beth the first time they watched her, and beside it was the one that Rachel took of her holding Beth. She smiled at the sight of them. "Oh that is crooked Puck," she said.
"See I told you, you idiot" Santana shouted.
"Fuck this," Puck said letting the picture go really crooked as he jumped off the ladder. "You bitches think you know everything… you fucking do it." He sat down beside Sawyer on the couch with his arms crossed and his lip out in a pout.
"That's right loser, let a woman do what a man can't," Santana said glaring at her pouting friend. She climbed up the ladder and fixed the photo. She then leaned back to admire her work.
"That's still crooked Santana," Quinn said and Santana shot her an evil glare. "Move it up on the left a little bit."
"Fuck you Q."
"Fuck you," Quinn yelled back. Meanwhile Sawyer moved closer and placed a sweet kiss on Puck's cheek and watched as his pout gave way to a smile. He looked over at her and all of his anger melted away at the sight of her smiling face.
He loved this amazing woman.
"Y'all really are a family aren't you?" He shrugged because they really, really were. "I think it's sweet."
"You try having the two biggest bitches as your best friends and see if it's still sweet," he said and was pouting again.
"I do… we share besties Puckerman," she teased and he couldn't help but smile again. "But what you have with them goes far beyond friendship… you guys are kin whether you like it or not."
"Not," he said and he snuggled closer to him.
"I don't buy it babe," she whispered. "You fight and yell and piss each other the hell off but that's what happens in families and I know without a shadow of a doubt that there is nothing you wouldn't do for those two girls… and the short little diva that we're all doing this for to begin with… so deny it all you want Noah Puckerman but those girls are your whole world and you wouldn't change any of it."
"You're not wrong," he whispered and kissed the top of her head. "But you forgot that I'd do anything for every single one of them; because that fucking glee club saved my life… a couple of times actually," he felt her nod. She knew all that they had done for him because he had told her the stories and that is why she loved them all too.
Because without them she wouldn't have this man now.
"But you also forgot yourself Sawyer," she looked up at him and their eyes locked. "You're on the list of my kin too… I would move mountains if it meant making you happy Sawyer Bishop, and I wouldn't change that either," she pulled him into a heated kiss.
"You don't have to move mountains babe… you make me happy just by looking at me the way you do, and loving as fiercely as you do," he smiled. "And kissing me the way you do, so more of that please." They kissed again ignoring the sounds of Santana gagging in the background.
"Fucking hell this is more nauseating that when you and Rachel rub all over each other Q," she said; Puck and Sawyer fought the urge to laugh as they continued to kiss.
Because annoying Santana Lopez was something Puck always enjoyed doing.
"Leave them be San and help me with this."
"Fuck you Q… you're not the head bitch anymore."
"Shut it Santana and just help me with this."
"I hate you."
"Just help me!" Quinn yelled and this time Puck and Sawyer couldn't fight the laughing and their kiss broke as they both turned to watch the Santana and Quinn show.
It had always been very amusing.
Rachel was getting ready for her night out with Quinn; like Quinn had requested via text message twenty minutes prior. She was finishing up her hair when another text had her phone buzzing on the bathroom sink. She picked up her phone and opened it.
From Quinn: Take a cab to this address and I'll meet you there. I love you babe xx
Rachel smiled at the text but there was no address written as she was about to reply to Quinn's text asking for the address another text came through. It was from Quinn and it was the address.
It was midtown but she had never heard of it before.
Maybe it was a new restaurant or something; so she shrugged and replied to the text.
From Rachel: Will do… love you too baby xx
Rachel finished up her hair and grabbed her purse before exiting her apartment.
/
Quinn was pacing the sidewalk outside of the building where her new apartment awaited. She was nervous that Rachel wouldn't like it; she was nervous that it wasn't big enough, or in the right location. But mostly she was nervous that Rachel would be mad that she bought a place without her knowledge or for not letting her decide anything.
She hoped that the romantic aspect of it would overshadow any anger that this may cause in her girlfriend.
She was just really, really fucking nervous.
And that was when the taxi pulled up and her gorgeous and absolutely incredible girlfriend stepped out of the taxi and looked at her; wearing the biggest Rachel Berry megawatt smile.
And it took Quinn's breath away.
She was wearing a mid-length, navy blue dress that was an absolute perfect fit with a low neckline to show off her gorgeous neck and throat as well as just the right amount of cleavage. Not to mention those endless legs which were on display.
Quinn felt her mouth go dry as her eyes raked over that perfect body. She felt bad for a moment that she was the only one that would get to see Rachel in this dress and then her jealous nature kicked and her thoughts instantly changed.
Damn fucking right she would be the only one to see Rachel in this dress.
And out of it.
Her naughty side took over as she felt arousal shoot through her.
"Quinn," Rachel's sexy voice broke her out of fantasy land and she shook the naughty thoughts from her mind.
"Wow Rachel you look…" she trailed off as the girl walked closer. "You looking incredible," she finished and saw a flirty gleam in those amazing brown eyes.
"You look incredible too Quinn," she said taking in Quinn's white dress that was fitted perfectly at the breasts and waist but then flared out in the most elegant way."
"Thank you," Quinn said still staring and then was caught off guard as Rachel's lips collided with hers in a scorching kiss. "Mm," she moaned. "Mm," she moaned again when she felt Rachel's tongue in her mouth. "Mm," she moaned a third time when Rachel sucked on her own tongue.
And that was when she realized that Rachel was sweeping her off of her feet when it was supposed to be the other way around.
"Baby," kiss. "Baby," kiss. "Baby," she said a third time and grasped Rachel's shoulders to stop her from kissing her again. Anymore kisses like that and she wouldn't be able to stop this time. Rachel smiled that devilish smile and she knew she was a goner.
"So Quinn… where are you taking me?"
"Here," Quinn pointed to the building they were standing in front of.
"Here," Rachel was confused. "What's here?"
"You'll see," Quinn held out a blindfold and Rachel took a step back.
"What's going on Quinn?"
"You trust me right?" Rachel nodded because- of course- she trusted Quinn; she was just really very confused. She thought tonight would be dinner at some elegant restaurant and then somewhere to watch the ball drop in person.
She had lived in New York City for three and a half years now and had yet to see the ball drop live and this year she made Quinn promise to take her somewhere that she could finally do that.
"Yes of course I trust you Quinn but I'm just really confused."
"Trust me," Quinn pressed a kiss to her lips and then her neck and Rachel melted into her touch.
"Is the um… blindfold necessary, though?"
"Yes, but you don't have to put it on until we're in the elevator okay?"
"Okay," Rachel agreed. She did trust Quinn and then Quinn was kissing her neck again and she was always powerless against that.
When the elevator stopped on their floor Quinn guided a now blindfolded Rachel to their front door and opened it. Once inside she led her over to the balcony and opened the sliding door; she gently shoved Rachel back outside. When the cold hit her; Rachel's body tensed up.
"Quinn," she whined and Quinn started to rub her back up and down.
"Shh baby, it's okay," Rachel could feel that Quinn was now in front of her and she was holding both of her hands in her own. "Trust me; you have nothing to be afraid of."
"Okay," Rachel said but her voice was still shaky.
"Rachel I'll take the blindfold off in a minute but I want to explain where we are first, okay," Rachel nodded. "Okay do you remember telling me what you wanted to do today?"
"Yeah."
"What was it?"
"That I wanted to watch the ball drop live," Quinn smiled but of course Rachel couldn't see that.
"And do you remember when I got my money from your dads?" Rachel nodded again. "What did I say I wanted to do with it?"
"You wanted to take me on a road trip, which we did."
"Right, and what else did I want to do?" Rachel thought for a moment and then she remembered.
"You wanted to buy us an apartment… Why? What does that have to do with," she gasped and didn't finish her thought. She gasped because Quinn was removing her blindfold and when it was off her she blinked a few times and then gasped again.
Before her eyes was a perfect view of Broadway and Time Square, which was lit up even more than usual. She looked from the amazing view over to the even more amazing view of the love of her life.
"Quinn," she said with adoration and Quinn nodded and bit her lip. W-Wh-Where are…." Her eyes darted into the apartment as she put the pieces of the puzzle together before locking eyes with Quinn again. "Where are we Quinn?"
"We're home," she said softly and Rachel gasped for a third time cupping her open mouth.
"What?" Quinn wasn't sure how to gauge this reaction. She certainly wasn't mad, and she definitely was shocked, but she couldn't tell if Rachel was happy about it or not.
"Look I know that it was a big decision to make without telling you but I really wanted to make your first New York City ball drop visual to be from a place that we could watch it every year for the foreseeable future," when Rachel's lips curled into a smile she felt a little less worried but she still wasn't sure if Rachel was happy… so she continued her ramble. "I mean it's not set in stone if you don't want it. I haven't signed the final contract yet and the landlord gave me the keys and said I could paint and decorate so I did a little of that over the past few day-"
"Which is why you kept me distracted?"
"Yes," Quinn nodded but continued to ramble. "But I left some decoration for us to do so that you didn't feel left out I only really did the living room so we'd have a nice place to have our date tonight and Rach…can you please let me know where you're at on this, because I'm freaking out a bit… do you hate it?" Rachel stepped closer, cupped the back of Quinn's neck, and pulled her into a kiss so hot that it had Quinn's toes curling. As Rachel's tongue slid into her mouth she put every ounce of love, and passion, and desire into it so that Quinn would know just how happy she was with her.
When she pulled back Quinn was left breathless.
"Wow," Quinn said.
"Very articulate for an Ivy Leaguer," Rachel teased.
"After a kiss like that; I'm grateful that I can talk at all," Rachel's smile took her breath away. "So do you like it?"
"All I've seen so far is the balcony," she shrugged. "But this…" she looked around at the view again. "Is amazing Quinn."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah," she kissed her again. "Now show me the rest of our home," when Rachel said those words Quinn felt a giddy excitement she hadn't felt since the day she and Rachel started dating. Quinn led her back inside and showed Rachel the living room first; because that was the room they were in.
"It's small but we can always upgrade when we start a family," the way Rachel looked at her when she said those words gave her the greatest feeling in the world.
"Really?"
"Really," Quinn said.
"Wow, Quinn you're just…"
"Just what? Good I hope."
"Perfect, you're perfect," Rachel told her and grasped her by the waist pulling her closer. Quinn shook her head no. "Yes you are," she kissed her sweetly. "This place is beautiful and the decorating is nice."
"Well the other rooms aren't done yet," Quinn shrugged. "I thought we could work on them together every time I visit until we graduate," Rachel beamed at her again and she felt all of the worrying she had been doing leave her. "I did buy all the furniture though… except a bed," she continued when she saw the look Rachel was now giving her; which changed quickly into a smile. "I remembered the one condition you put on me buying a bed when you moved here."
"I love you."
"So you really like it?"
"I don't know I have yet to see the whole thing… this room is amazing," Rachel started to feel her own giddy excitement building up. She was still wrapping her head around that fact that Quinn Fabray- the Quinn Fabray- just bought her a dream apartment, in her dream city overlooking Broadway.
How did she get so lucky?
"Quinn, you really do know how to make a girl swoon," she said honestly and saw Quinn's smile widened.
"And here I was worried you'd be mad at me for doing this without you."
"Mad…" he said incredulously. "Mad, that the hottest, sexiest, nicest, most romantic woman on the planet bought me a house; a half a year before she was even moving here. Just to show me how much she wants this life with me," she saw Quinn blush. "Oh and she did it on New Year's Eve so I could watch my first live ball drop from my own balcony, which by the way overlooks the one street I have been dreaming about since… well since birth," Quinn giggled at that.
"Well… when you put it like that," Quinn said with a smirk before she was again blindsided by a breathtaking kiss. When it was over Rachel pressed her forehead against Quinn's.
"I love it Quinn, and I love you so much."
"I love you back Rachel."
"I want you here with me Quinn, until the end of time."
"And I will be; that was the whole point of this."
"I know, but I still can't wait… I never really have been patient."
"I know… but until then, we've got tonight. What do you say we make it one of those moments you're so fond of?"
"Every moment with you Quinn, is one of those," Rachel promised. "But please show me the rest of the house… namely where I will be getting to sleep with the sexiest woman alive," Quinn giggled, interlocked their fingers, and dragged Rachel toward their bedroom. Once inside Rachel took in the view. It was simple; big enough… with a master bathroom that would work out well for their shower activities, and another balcony. Rachel walked over to it and saw that it was on the other side of the building and had another incredible view- not as good as Broadway- but still Manhattan, so it was perfect.
"Ooh this balcony will make for fun sexy times," Rachel said and Quinn blushed. She giggled at how shy her girlfriend was; but she was also completely into the idea.
Rachel could tell.
"That's what I thought when I bought it," Quinn admitted and Rachel laughed internally over having been right. She saw that there was a mattress on the floor done up with silk sheets and blankets; Rachel motioned to it.
"Did you expect to get lucky Quinn," she winked and Quinn nodded.
"I hoped."
"Mm," Rachel bit her lip. "Show me more," Quinn dragged her to the other bedroom. "Ooh what's this one?"
"Well I figured we could make it a music room for you with maybe a futon for whenever Beth or any other guests come to visit," Rachel looked over at her amazing girlfriend who was smiling just as brightly as she was.
"I love that idea… except-"
"Except what?"
"We should make it a library slash guest room," Quinn's smile couldn't be contained. "I mean you have so many books; they need their own room." Rachel pushed her playfully.
"And maybe one day this could be a great nursery," Quinn bit her lip as she said it and saw Rachel's eyes darken. "I mean at least until we find a bigger place with more bedrooms."
"God Quinn…"
"What?"
"What did I do to deserve you?"
"You saved me… you loved me anyway," Quinn replied.
"You saved me too," Rachel told her and then Quinn was kissing the hell out of her.
After a tour of the kitchen; where they had another impromptu make out session against the breakfast bar they came full circle and ended up sitting on the living room couch where Rachel hiked up her dress and straddled Quinn's hips.
"Mm," Quinn hummed her approval of Rachel's actions and her hands landed on the girl's thighs.
"I want you."
"You got me babe," Rachel kissed her. "Forever," Rachel kissed her again and this time it got deeper, and more passionate, and loving but it was interrupted when the doorbell rang. Rachel jumped at the sound; having never heard it before.
"What the fuck?"
"It's dinner," Quinn told her and Rachel shot her a confused look. "When you were in the bathroom earlier… I called in our dinner order."
"Baby," she cooed and moved off of Quinn's lap, fixing her dress. "You are so romantic babe."
"I try," Quinn went to the door and paid for the food. She brought the bag to the living room and dropped it on the coffee table. "Be right back," she winked and Rachel felt butterflies at that. Quinn returned a moment later with plates, glasses, and a bottle of wine; to see Rachel unpacking the food that she had bought from a vegan restaurant; which was right down the street from their new home.
"Baby," Rachel cooed again when Quinn sat down. "You are perfect."
"Not even close," Quinn started to pour the wine.
"Closer than you think." Quinn winked at her.
They ate in comfortable silence for a few minutes before Rachel spoke again. "Quinn, are we sleeping here tonight."
"I hoped you'd want to," Quinn raised her eyebrows.
"I'd love to baby, but I'm not exactly dressed for that… I mean I could always sleep naked as I often do when you're in bed with me but I don't want to do the walk of shame tomorrow," Quinn was laughing at her silly girlfriend and Rachel grumbled; to which she shook her head.
"No, I'm laughing because I packed a bag for us."
"Oh," Rachel said embarrassed but still smiled at the fact that Quinn had really thought of everything.
"Yeah I brought my-your Yale sweatshirt," she corrected and Rachel smirked. "My monkey pajamas and of course clothes for tomorrow." Rachel leaned over and kissed her. As they ate Rachel couldn't help but look around and think that this place was all hers.
All theirs.
Her eyes landed on her girl; and then all she could think about was how Quinn was all hers.
And she was all Quinn's.
"What are you thinking?"
"Just about us… and this place, and I can't believe it's ours."
"As long as you want it… it is."
"I want it," Rachel assured her. "I want all of it."
"I want all of you," Quinn said and pulled Rachel into her lap.
"What about dinner babe?"
"We have a microwave," Quinn promised and watched the desire burn in Rachel's eyes.
"That we do," she circled Quinn's neck. "Make love to me Quinn."
"Where?"
"Everywhere… I want you in every inch of this apartment." Quinn giggled.
"Where would you like to start?"
"Right here on this brand new couch… take me baby," Rachel commanded.
"Always," Quinn promised before pulling her into a heated kiss. They stayed that way for quite some time.
There was no rush.
There never was when they made love.
Living apart for almost four years has made their love making less frequent and their hot and horny quickies happen much more often.
Not that those are bad.
But sometimes they both missed the feeling of having all the time they wanted to explore one another and today was going to be one of those days. They did have a bit of a time limit because Quinn knew Rachel would kill her if they missed the ball dropping but they had a few hours before then and Quinn intended to make each minute count.
And from the way Rachel was rocking in her lap she knew the girl felt the same way.
"Fuck baby," Rachel hummed and pulled out of the kiss. Her darkened eyes met Quinn's own and she winked before getting to her feet. Her legs were a bit wobbly because she was incredibly turned on but she knew she could manage.
Especially with the way Quinn was looking at her; as if she was the greatest vision in the world.
Rachel reached behind herself and tugged on the zipper of her dress. Quinn's eyes got wider and darker as she watched that amazing navy dress pool at Rachel's feet and, then she saw endless tanned skin barely covered by a matching navy bra and thong.
"God Rachel," Quinn breathed out and saw her girlfriend's eyes quirk up.
"Your turn," Rachel told her and took a seat next to Quinn on the couch. Actually she didn't sit; she instead laid on her side and spread her legs. Quinn fought every instinct she had to bury her face into those soaked panties and lick her girlfriend silly. But instead she got to her feet, unzipped her dress, and let it drop. Rachel sucked in a breath and Quinn knew she had effectively won this battle.
"Quinn, you're not wearing anything under your dress," she said as if Quinn didn't know that; but her eyes were nowhere near meeting Quinn's eyes.
Nope instead Quinn felt her body thrumming at the fact that Rachel's eyes were firmly planted on her chest and moving lower. When Rachel licked her lips as her eyes stopped… there; Quinn's resolve broke and she climbed back on the couch and hovered over Rachel, pressing her naked flesh against Rachel's almost naked flesh.
"I want you inside of me Quinn."
"Baby we don't have to rush… in fact I could spend several hours simply teasing you."
"And then you can spend several more hours alone in bed," Quinn laughed at that. "You think I'm joking try me and Oh… oh mmm fuck," Rachel said panting once Quinn started to rock her hips against her panty clad center.
"I just want to take my time loving on you baby," Quinn told her and Rachel nodded.
"Take all the time you need but if I don't feel you soon I might explode," she nearly lost her shit when she felt Quinn's fingers push her panties aside and fill her up with two fingers. Her back bowed. "Oh yeah Quinn… just like that." Quinn lowered her mouth to Rachel's still bra clad breasts and sucked a hardened nipple into her mouth over the fabric and nibbled it gently. "Oh my Quinn… please… more, please," Quinn's fingers started to move faster inside of her and Rachel started to tug at her bra finally releasing the front clasp. Quinn released the nipple long enough for the bra to be pushed aside and then she sucked it back into her mouth this time tasting only Rachel's hot flesh.
"Yeah," she felt one of Rachel's hands on her head and her fingers tangled in her hair; while the other hand snaked between them and soon she was just as full with Rachel's fingers as Rachel was with hers.
"Oh god babe, you feel so good," she moaned and Rachel pulled out and pushed back in with three. "Fuck… god yesssssss so full," she threw her head back in ecstasy as their pace was building. They moved faster, deeper, harder, and completely in sync until they were both coming loudly around the other's fingers. Quinn collapsed against Rachel's chest, as they caught their breath.
Quinn could hear the girl's heart beat slowing down to a more normal pace and she just listened to the amazing sound. Meanwhile Rachel toyed with Quinn's hair and held her girl tight; as her eyes moved around the room.
She still couldn't believe this place was theirs.
And that Quinn got it for them.
She was such a lucky girl.
Once Quinn's breathing evened out she peeled her tired body away from Rachel's and looked her deep in the eyes.
"So much for going slow and taking our time huh?" Rachel blushed.
"Yeah but we have a few more hours… what do you say we make the most of them? In as many rooms as possible."
"I love the way you think Rachel," Quinn said and leaned back against her heels. She reached for Rachel's waistband and Rachel lifted her hips so Quinn could pull the panties off with ease. She trailed her fingers down Rachel's legs until the panties were tossed behind her, but then she trailed those fingers right back up those legs.
"Make love to me again… and again Quinn."
"Always," Quinn replied before kissing her passionately.
And then she did.
Over and over again.
In three different rooms.
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It was ten minutes before midnight when Rachel finally lifted her head out from between Quinn's thighs. There were currently in the bathroom with Quinn's ass on the sink and Rachel's head currently resting on her thigh as they both caught their breaths.
"We," breath. "Have ten," breath. "Minutes." She finally finished.
"I don't think I'll be able to walk in that amount of time," Quinn said honestly as her legs were still numb from the orgasms Rachel had just given her.
"You can… come on," she washed her face off and then met Quinn's eyes again. Quinn was watching this with lust in her eyes. She wanted to push Rachel against the wall, drop to her knees, and make Rachel's legs just as numb.
But she knew how much Rachel wanted to watch the ball drop.
So instead she hopped off the counter and reached for her clothes. This had been an attempt to shower and get ready to cuddle before the countdown but as soon as Quinn stepped out of the shower Rachel attacked her and preceded to eat her out.
So as Quinn got dressed she knew she had to wait to have Rachel open and begging for more but it would be so worth the wait.
Rachel was also getting dressed and as Quinn threw her monkey pajamas and McKinley Athletic Department sweatshirt on she saw Rachel with her own pajamas and Yale sweatshirt on she suddenly couldn't wait to kiss her girl at midnight.
Rachel grabbed the blankets and Quinn grabbed the champagne and glasses and then they cuddled together on their balcony and watched the ball drop.
For the first time together in New York City.
For the first time from their very own apartment together.
And for the first time of many.
As Times Square lit up with the beginning of a New Year and confetti rained down on the city Rachel was pulled into a searing kiss by the only girl she ever loved.
It was a new beginning for them too.
A very, very happy one.
And not even ten minutes after that; Rachel found herself pressed against the bathroom wall as she fisted Quinn's hair and looked down at the girl between her legs who was giving her great pleasure, she knew she would never tire of this.
Their intent had been to take a shower before going to cuddle until sleep took them; well that had been Rachel's intent.
Apparently this was Quinn's intent.
And Rachel couldn't complain… she liked this much better.
They'd sleep eventually.
A/N 2: The title of the chapter comes from the song You're the Inspiration by Chicago. I hope you liked this one it's been planned since the beginning of this story.
Up next: things start coming together for everyone as new opportunities arise.