The interview

Epilogue

It is half past ten and Rachel is lying on the couch, waiting for The Tommy Thomson Show to start.

She has never been a fan of it, but since the first live show of that fall Rachel has never missed the weekly airing. It is her way to thank the man for having prompted Quinn to confess she was in love with her, for having somehow offered the turning point in her own life.

Soon Quinn – already dressed for bed – joins her on the couch.

"Is Andrew asleep?" Rachel asks as she moves to lie in Quinn's arms.

"Yeah. And I'm happy to inform you that we have finally moved to 'The Prisoner of Azkaban'."

"Oh, that's great!"

Since Rachel and Andrew have officially moved in at the middle of July, Quinn has started reading to the kid every night; the actress had jumped at the chance to reread the Harry Potter books and introduce an enthusiastic Andrew to them.

Rachel loves that her son and Quinn have that special bonding time in the evening. It's one of those little rituals that contribute to make them a family.

"Did Finn call?" Quinn asks, as she plays with Rachel's hair.

In the last two months, Rachel and Finn have been interacting civilly and regularly.

Finn had been angry, confused and broken-hearted when she had explained to him why their marriage was ending and that she was going to start over with Quinn. He had said some nasty things that had hurt Rachel but he had apologized and eventually forgiven her for leaving him like that.

Rachel still remembers a drunken Finn calling her, one week after she had moved out. "Quinn deserves you more than I ever did and she'll make you happy," those words were slurred in the phone and Rachel knew that Finn had meant them.

Carol had assured her that after a first few weeks of anger and too many beers before going to bed, he had going back to his usual self. And now, when she talks to him – mostly to figure out a way to have their son spending time with him – Rachel can hear serenity and understanding in his voice.

Soon, they'll be able to talk about divorce.

"Yes, he did. He gave his okay for Thanksgiving," Rachel replies to Quinn.

They have decided that Rachel and Andrew will fly in Lima for the holiday and while Rachel will stay with her dads, Andrew will spend the week with Finn.

"Good. I'm sorry I can't come with you two."

"It's not your fault you have to film that week."

"I know, but it would have been our first holiday together," Quinn says dejected.

Rachel turns to look at the woman. "Quinn, I intend to spend the rest of my life with you. We have so many holidays we'll spend together. No need to be sad about this one."

Quinn smiles. "You're right. Oh, I didn't ask before, but how were rehearsals today?"

"They went very well. We're almost ready for our debut!"

At the end of September, after three rounds of auditions, Rachel has scored the role of Maria for the Goldoni Theater's production of West Side Story. In four weeks time, they'll finally perform in front of an audience.

The Goldoni Theater is not a Broadway stage and is not one of the most famous theatres in the city but it is a stage and Rachel loves it. She also loves the actors of the company (a mix of resident artists and first timers), the crew, and the show they're working on: having the chance to start her career with the musical she had been a part of when she was in high school is simply perfect.

"God, I can't wait to see you on stage!" Quinn comments. She has asked Rachel to let her assist to rehearsals many times, but Rachel has always refused.

Rachel pecks her lips. "I know."

She loves that Quinn is so impatient about her opening night. Sometimes Rachel thinks that the seven years she has spent forgetting her dreams and the thrill of performing have been more unbearable to Quinn than to her. And now that she is finally using her talent and passionately singing again, they both are ecstatic about it.

Quinn kisses Rachel deeply then, and let her hands roam on Rachel's back and legs.

"Do we really need to watch The Thomson Show?" Quinn asks as her lips moves to Rachel's throat.

"Mmm…what do you propose instead?"

"Well, we have a big bed with satin sheets waiting for us…"

"And?" Rachel prompts a more direct suggestion as her grip on Quinn's hair tightens.

"And I want to fuck you in it," Quinn whispers hotly in her ear, causing Rachel to moan loudly.

"Okay, no Tommy tonight!"

-x-

As they lay spent on their bed forty minutes later, Rachel lets herself get lost into Quinn's eyes. She never gets tired of gazing at them; she loves their changing color, the emotions in them, the way they make her feel like she is looking directly at Quinn's soul. Rachel loves that Quinn always lets her staring into them, giving her access to her thoughts and feelings.

"I love you, Quinn."

It's been almost a month since she said the words for the first time: they were in a café and Quinn was laughing with Andrew at her own horrible attempt to draw a dragon on a tissue, and Rachel – filled with so much love for the two people sat in front of her – had just felt the words leave her mouth. Quinn had stopped laughing then and looked at her with awe. Rachel had repeated the words causing Quinn to lean over the table and kiss her deeply.

The morning after a stolen picture of that moment had gone viral on the internet; Quinn had printed it and put it on her night stand.

Since that day, Rachel has voiced the feeling every day. It can be as an echo of Quinn's 'I love yous' or as a spontaneous declaration but she never forgets to let Quinn know that she loves her.

Quinn smiles at her and pecks her lips. "I love you, too. Now sleep, it's late!"

Rachel looks at Quinn's amber eyes a last time before closing her own eyes.

And so ends this little fic of mine! Thank you so very much about your reviews, follows and favorites. I struggled with my words and my English many times, but knowing that you were enjoying my story helped a lot. I might have written some scenes for a new fic but it will take some time before I'll publish it.

Take care you all! Until next time!