A/N: I skipped ALL 4 years of med school because every incarnation of the chapters between were depressing as fuck...they involved cheating and Cancer...and Brittany and I figured that after EVERYTHING that I've put you through that you deserved better. Some of that stuff may have happened still but if they did, I'll address it in flashbacks only. I've learned from the whole April Fools Day Incident, hopefully. Enjoy!

Never Let You Down (Frankie Beverly & Maze).

SANTANA'S POV

FOUR YEARS LATER

MAY 31, 2021

Leave it to Russell Fabray to make a dramatic fucking EXIT!

Unbeknownst to my wife, he had been dealing with terminal cancer and a shortened life span. Knowing he was on borrowed time, he went about his life in his usual way, while secretly planning his funeral for months, without telling a soul.

To top it off, he chose doctor assisted suicide so that he could chose the day he was buried and what day did he pick?

Only one of the busiest travel weekends of the year.

And he picked Memorial Day so that nobody had an excuse to flake due to work.

And if you had a pre-paid family vacation to Aruba...that was going to coincide with school and work breaks...like we did...well screw that.

Russell left the world in the same manner that he lived.

With two middle fingers raised to the motherfucking sky.

I had to give it to him...that is a really dramatic way to go.

The kicker of it all was that the man recorded his final moments and then had his mistress/lawyer mail it to his ex-wife and his two daughters.

What an ASSHOLE.

Quinn hadn't spoken to her father in over a decade, there was no love lost between them.

But she still got us all packed and dressed to the nines, so that when we walked into that church...we would shine.

And SHINE, we did, heads turned, eyes widened and in that moment, my wife wrapped her arm around my waist and drew me closer.

Which brings us to right now.

My parents picked up the kids straight after the mass, leaving me alone with Q for the ride to the cemetery.

She hasn't spoken at all today and I haven't really pushed her to because I know how much she doesn't want to break down in front of the kids or anyone else in the family.

It was the last thing she needed but now it was just us.

"He was a bastard." I said.

"I know."

"He disowned you without a second thought."

She let out a dry chuckle and nodded.

"Sure did."

"He beat you guys whenever he felt pissed off."

"I've got the scars to prove it."

"It's okay to still be sad, Q. It's okay to allow yourself feel this." I said, as I reached out and took her hand in mine.

"That's just it, there's nothing to feel. He was dead to me a long time ago."

"Are you sure about that?"

She went silent and when I glanced over I saw that her face was red from the sheer concentration it was taking not to break down.

"I don't know. Right now, I'm numb and I thought maybe when I saw him lying there in the church, I hoped to feel something but seeing him didn't change a thing. The only thing I'm sure of is that, I'm so much better than he was. I'm a better parent, I'm a better Christian, I'm a better spouse, and I'm a damn sure smarter person than he ever was. "

"That's right baby, own it!"

"Can you do something for me, love?" She asked me as we pulled up to the same cemetery that housed the remains of my brother.

The same place that I had been coming to just about every August for most of my life.

"Anything." I let go of her hand so that I could park properly and then turned the car off, giving her my full attention.

Her hair was long again, hanging in golden ringlets under her wide brim black hat...because my wife (like her father, not that I'll say that out loud) is a drama queen.

She was infinitely beautiful as always, I looked into those beautiful eyes and knew that I'd do anything for her.

"If I ever get too in my head and get so cold that I start to become like him...even if it's just a little bit..." She trailed off as she watched people walk up towards the funeral plot...a plot that sat on the highest hill of the cemetery, overlooking everyone else including my brother who was just in the valley of the high point.

Which I'm sure Russel knew when selecting it because now, every August, I would have to look at his grave as I walked toward Anthony's.

Bastard.

I shook off my loathing and looked at my wife...wanting like hell to make light of this situation. "You want me to hide the hair dye and black clothes?"

She rolled her eyes and flashed me that one of a kind smile.

"NO. Just promise me that you'll catch me before I fall."

I reached up to cup her face and she smiled even bigger.

"After everything you've done to save me, there is NOTHING, not anger, regret, or even God forbid divorce...that could keep me from catching you. I promise you that."

And then, in that moment she began to cry, her mascara running down her face in dark streaks.

"Is my makeup ruined?" She asked, the smile still there.

I nodded and went to wipe it clean but she pushed my hand away.

"No, leave it, this way Fran and Mother won't be on my case about being heartless."

"You sly devil, you!" I said and she laughed and then scowled.

"No, don't make me laugh it'll ruin it." She teased and I nodded.

"Let's go then, so we can get some time alone before my parents are done spoiling the kids."

"Good idea, I'm going to need to repay you for being so perfectly sappy at the right moment."

"So, we'll go watch him be put into the ground, say a Hail Mary and leave before anyone accosts you. If we're lucky we might be able to get it in more than twice. I want to love every inch of you Fabray."

More tears came and she bit her lip before saying in that low sexy growl.

"It's still Lopez, love and that sounds like a plan because I'm definitely counting on more than twice. Tick, tock." She winked and then, (like her father) dramatically exited the car.

A few hours later...

My legs were shaking as I gripped the headboard and allowed my knees to dig into the mattress as I tried to steady myself. I hovered over her lips as she continued to work her tongue in achingly slow circles around my clit.

"Fuck!" I growled when after an eternity of slow circles she pushed, what felt like her entire hand into me and sped up her tongue, spelling out what she always did.

M-I-N-E.

"Yesssss, Q, I'm all fucking yourssss. SHIT."

I came hard but she continued her circles until I was a quaking, quivering mess or at least until her hand and tongue were tired.

Either way, I barely knew my own name as I collapsed down onto the bed.

She sat up, her beautiful curls frayed around her head as she picked up her trusty water bottle and began to drink slowly as I watched.

I lay across from her, looking up at her from the edge of the bed with the blanket draped around me and she smirked.

"Talk about de'ja vu."

"Except, I know for a fact there is going to be more sex once I can move my legs."

"And the fact that you are no longer an experiment."

"Yup." I said, popping my lips.

She opened her mouth to say something but then her phone went off, it was Beth's ringer and so I knew our time was almost up.

I watched as she answered the phone and felt an aftershock shake me, as her voice was low and raspy.

Her timbre was so distracting that I could barely understand the words she was forming, especially with her eyes watching me, a devilish grin crossed her face as she traced her lips with her tongue, listening patiently to Beth blather on and on.

And then, FINALLY, she hung up.

"She wanted to know if she could stay the night over there."

"Which you said yes to."

"Which I said yes to."

"Gre-" I began to speak but she was on me in less than five seconds and I was putty in her hands.

I could be tough for the world but when it comes to her, my God, I will play the pillow princess over and over if it means I get to have such amazing sex.

Who knew that I would go from hating her being on top, to just about throwing myself at her feet every chance I got?

I bet she knew.

And as if she could hear my thoughts, she bit down on my neck as her fingers found their way back between my legs and I once again allowed her to take me as her own...for as many times as she felt the need to declare it.

QUINN'S POV

Where I was rough with her, she was so gentle with me as she ran her hands up the sides of my body, kissing me as she went.

Heat was left behind every kiss as I melted under her ministrations.

Dear Lord, HOW does she do this to me?

I dug my fingers into her hair as she moved between my legs finally, her hands parting my thighs as she began to kiss me in every place with the exception of my clit, drawing out the inevitable in just the way that I liked.

"I love you." I said and she looked up at me, holding my gaze for an agonizingly long moment before her lips touched the most intimate part of me. "Please, love...please. I need you." And to add affect to the weight of my words, I gave into the tears that I was holding back all day long.

Her eyes melted and FINALLY she sucked my clit between her lips and I pushed my hips up towards her face, attempting to ride her from beneath but her hands, like iron weights held down my hips.

So I went still and gave myself over to her.

Four years of marriage, med school in my rear view and her album finally finished...with arguments...fights...a brief stint in rehab when she felt those dark feelings creeping in a few years back but through it all...

HERE we are...in the same place we first connected.

And I couldn't ask for anything more in that moment.

Just me and her.

Loving and fucking to our hearts' content.

It was all that I needed and wanted in that moment...HER.

A/N: I missed you guys. Tell me it's mutual? Review, if you please.