Taken all of your comments into account. At this point, I still haven't made up my mind, so I'm literally writing all of this as I go. Wish me luck :)

IN THE BLINK OF AN EYE

Quinn and Santana were at the airport, luggage weighing them down as hey exchanged casual conversation.

"I can't believe you just left and didn't say goodbye." Santana said, sighing as she shook her head.

"I couldn't.." Quinn started, sighing heavily as well. "Because if I waited until she got home, I wouldn't have been able to leave." She expressed honestly.

They moved up in the line as Santana chuckled softly. "But you left a note?"

Quinn only nodded.

"She's going hate you."

"Let her. It's better that she hate me for leaving, than hate me for ruining her life." Quinn said, eyeing her. "Because that's what I've been doing, and she's made that crystal clear."

Santana only chuckled. "You don't honestly believe you ruined her life, do you?"

Quinn shrugged. "What other explanation is there?"

Santana sighed, and ignored the question. "The best type of love is the one that you have to fight for. I can't sit back and just let you give up." Santana said, shaking her head as they moved up again in the line.

Quinn sighed and scratched the back of her head. "Well it's not your choice to make. I'm here, and there's no turning back at this point.

"But Quinn-"

"No buts, Santana. I'm doing this." Quinn said, shaking her head. "If you really felt that this was a bad idea, why allow me to come with you in the first place?"

Santana licked her lips and shook her head. "I thought it would give you the romantic happily ever after you deserve. I thought it would finally make Rachel understand that she could lose you, causing her to burst through the doors, begging for your forgiveness. But now? Now I realize this isn't a movie, and your happy ending isn't just going to be handed to you. Unless you man up, and fight for the woman you love, you can't expect things to get better."

Quinn clenched her jaw as she tried ignoring the girl. "Good advice. Maybe you should take it."

"This isn't about Brittany, Quinn. I've accepted the fact that her and I are history. I lost her, it sucked when i did, but i know theres no going back. I've accepted that, and I don't have any anger or built up emotions that I'm hiding. But you and Rachel? You haven't lost her yet. If anything, running away is going to ruin any chance you had to win her back."

Quinn felt tears forming in her eyes as they were called to the top of the line. Quinn tugged on Santana and left the line, letting the people behind them go in front. "Why do I always have to be the fighter?" She asked, allowing tears to escape. "For months, I have done nothing but beg for her, and apologize to her even if I did nothing wrong. I'm sick of being the one that makes everything okay. It feels nice sometimes to be fought for, but I wouldn't know anyway."

Santana cringed her face and scoffed. "You're being a baby." She said, hitting Quinn's arms. "Look at you, crying because /you/ don't want to be the girl that apologizes. You're being stubborn Quinn. Wouldn't you rather stay here and make things right, knowing that even if it didn't work out, there was nothing more you could have done? Or go to New York, get drunk a few times, only to lie in bed at night thinking about the things you should have said. The guilt will eat you alive Quinn, trust me." Santana said. "As your best friend, I'm not letting you get on this plane." Santana crossed her arms and licked her lips.

Quinn sighed and looked down. "Thank you." She whispered. All this time, Quinn needed that. She needed Santana to set her in her place, and remind her what the price was. Rachel, Rachel for eternity. And that was so much better than a ticket to New York. "Thank you." She said again, this time smiling.

"Go get her." Santana said, turning Quinn around, and smacking her ass to get her started.

Quinn giggled, grabbing her suitcase and ran out of the airport.

Rachel, with beads of sweat on her forehead, and nothing but her cell phone, quickly got in her car. She started it, and drove off. Rachel hadnt remembered the last time she felt so panicked or drove so fast. This right here, the speech she had, the gesture she'd made, the ultimatum she'd give, it was shaping her future. The future she would hope to continue sharing with Quinn. God, she could go on for days apologizing for the things she's done. It was as if for these last few months, Rachel had been taken over by her alter ego. A person completely opposite her regular self. And now that she's back, she has to stitch up the wounds she's made.

It took her 43 minutes exactly to get the airport. 43 minutes she spent praying that Quinn and Santana were still in a crowded line, hoping they wouldn't miss their flight. Once there, she hurriedly got out of her car and ran.

She could literally feel the movie in her head. The uplifting love song playing loudly in the back, the cameras filming from all different angels as she ran, and the viewers cheering because the tortured soul mates finally found their way back to each other.

"Flight 414 boarding." Was heard over the loud speaker. She knew that was Quinn's. Well, she knew nothing for sure, but she had that feeling. The feeling in the pit of her stomach that she'd only felt once before. When her and Quinn kissed for the first time. She smiled softly, knowing that at this point it wasnt too late.

Rachel could have sworn that she saw a dark headed girl standing from the benches and gathering her luggage. Rachel's face lit up in hope. Santana. She ran her way towards the stranded girl. "Santana!" She called.

The girl turned around, revealing a strangers face. "Sorry?" She asked, furrowing her eyebrows, looking at Rachel like she had three heads.

"Oh.. Sorry, I thought you were someone else." Rachel awkwardly mumbled, before fiercely looking around the airport again. This was it, the climax. She looked again, more intently this time. She was looking for a brunette and a blonde... Her blonde. But nothing.

But eventually, when she was starting to lose hope, she saw someone standing impatiently in line that could only be her frenemy. Rachel smiled softly to herself, remembering back to the time Santana came over and got them all drunk. She was so manipulative, pretending to be best friends with the brunette, when clearly she just wanted to get her best friend laid. It was very sweet, in Santana's own way. and earned her some credit. "Santana?" She called again, more certain this time.

And like she expected, the girl shot her head over to where she heard her name. Santana. The Latinas expression was unreadable. With a mix of relieved, sadness and amusement, Santana stepped out of the line after saying something to the woman collecting the tickets. "Rachel? What are you doing here?" She asked, marching over to the petite brunette.

"Where's Quinn?" She asked immediately.

Santana sighed, not sure if she should give in right away. She crossed her arms. "Why? Finnocense got boring?" She asked, pursing her lips.

"Santana, shut up. This has nothing to do with Frankenteen, this is about me and Quinn. Now tell me where my wife is." Rachel shot back instantly, smirking to herself because she could tell from Santana's face what she was thinking.

Santana parted her lips and squinted her eyes, almost not sure if she wanted to believe it or not. "Frankenteen?" She asked, unsure as she softly smiled.

"Yes, Frankenteen. You forgot who he is? You know, the guy you slept with junior year. He bought you lunch after." Rachel said, matching the girls smile.

"No way.."

Rachel bit her lip and giggled as she nodded excitedly. "I know."

"You remember?!" Santana asked, trying to clarify.

Rachel nodded. "I remember." She repeated. And Rachel was in total shock when the girl she'd only hugged a few times crashed into her arms. "Okay... Can't breathe here..." She said.

Santana chuckled as she pulled back. "Oh my god, this amazing. How did this happen?" She asked eagerly.

Rachel shook her head and hand. "We don't have time for long stories. Where is Quinn? I have to apologize."

Santana smirked. "You two idiots are so in love." She commented.

The brunette furrowed her eyebrows, clearly confused. "What do you mean?" She asked.

"Blondie decided against New York, and is currently on her way back to your house to win you back."

Rachel's heart literally melted. "She's staying?" She just barely whispered, her eyes quickly filling with tears,

Santana giggled as she nodded.

"Will she forgive me Santana? I can't... Lose her. But at this point, I don't deserve her either."

Santana groaned and rolled her eyes. "What is with you Berry-Fabray's? You two always come crawling to me in tears when there is a problem. Does it look like my shirt says 'come cry on my shoulder?'" She questioned, then spoke quickly again before Rachel couldn't take offence to it. "Of course she'll forgive you, Rachel. I mean gosh, you've been through enough, I think it's time you had your happy ending." She said with a nod.

"Thank you, Santana. I'll call you the second we work things out."

Santana chuckled and shook her head, "something tells me you two will have your hands busy with something else."

Rachel bit her lip and blushed slightly. She knew Santana was most likely right, and she was so excited to have Quinn back completely. "You really are a great friend."

"Yeah, yeah." Santana said, shooing her hand. "You should get going before Quinn comes home to an empty house and her heart breaks all over again." She said, and like clock work, Rachel was running away. Santana smirked to herself. Rachel and Quinn's love gave everyone else hope. So, she took out her phone and texted Brittany. 'Quite an eventful day. Thinking of you.' She sent, then smiled sadly to herself.

43 minutes there, but only 37 minutes back. Rachel was more determined to get back to her house than she was to leave it. Waiting for her would be a confused, heart broken Quinn. And she could finally say everything she'd been feeling, and apologize fully. These 6 months had been hell for the both of them, but mostly Quinn. Rachel sighed, trying not to cry as she remembered the things she'd said.

Finally, she parked in her driveway. Rachel smiled with excitement as she saw their second car parked perfectly on Quinn's side of the driveway. Rachel got out of her car, slamming it loud enough to let Quinn know she was here. She ran to the door, used her key and walked inside.

While panting, she wiped her forehead and called out, "Quinn?" No answer. "Quinn?" She called again, louder this time, as she walked through the house.

Eventually, a tired looking blonde walked slowly down the stairs. "Are you just getting home now?" She asked, looking disappointed. That meant that if Rachel just got home now, she hadn't read the note, and had no idea Quinn was even considering moving to New York.

Rachel shook her head, smiling softly at the blonde. "No, I came home an hour and a half ago. Then I took a long trip to the airport, only to find that the reason I rushed over there, was on her way back." She said, chuckling softly.

Quinn arched her eyebrows, confused as she walked down the last two steps. "You came to the airport?"

Rachel only nodded.

"For what?" She asked, just wanting to hear exactly what Rachel would have said.

"To tell you how much I love you." Rachel whispered, stepping forward. "To let you know that even in the darkest of times, you have been my light house throughout this entire process. That my actions have been cruel and awful and selfish. That I love you, and I've loved you since the second you joined glee club." She whispered. "And that Finn means nothing to me. Never did, never will."

Quinn furrowed her eyebrows, eyeing Rachel with the slightest bit of hope. "Rachel, what are you talking about? I'm confused." She said, eyeing her fully.

"Two words." Rachel started, smirking softly. "I remember."

Quinn's eyebrows shot up as her eyes quickly filled with tears and her lips parted. "You what?" She just barely choked out.

Rachel knew she didn't have to repeat herself. Just by the overwhelming response of the girl she loved, she knew Quinn understood. So she nodded, and stepped closer, cupping Quinn's cheeks. "I know this doesn't fix or change anything that's happened over the last 6 months. I still hurt you, I still divorced you, and I still went on dates with Finn. But I was doing that because I was lost. Because my memories were taken from me, and the only way I could deal with it was going off the rails. I knew I was hurting you with every day that passed that I didn't remember anything. I knew you didn't deserve someone who was half committed, so I just ruined everything. I can't make sense of if, I can't put it into clever enough words to make you understand, because I don't understand." She said, feeling tears falls down her cheeks. "But you know I love you. God, I love you so fucking much. And I hate myself for every second I spent doubting that. But I promise you, Quinn. I promise you if you forgive me, or give me a second chance, I will spend forever proving to you that this is where I want to be." She said, placing her hand over Quinn's heart. "It's where I belong, where I've always belonged."

Quinn smiled softly, the first real smile she'd had in months. "You love me?" She asked, almost in disbelief. Quinn knew Rachel loved her, but ever since the accident, the brunette had avoided saying those three words. She hadn't said them, even though Quinn did every other second.

Rachel nodded, eyeing Quinn's lips. "I'm so sorry baby." She whispered, tears now on her own lips.

Quinn chuckled and shook her head. "Just kiss me already." She begged, forcefully pressing their lips together.

The two didn't waste anytime. Rachel's tongue was already down Quinn's throat as the blondes hand fisted at Rachel's shirt. The last time they had made out like this was in the earlier days of the accident, but they hadnt gone any further.

Quinn's hands slowly traveled down Rachel's back, and grabbed firmly at the back of her thighs. She picked Rachel up, as the girls legs wrapped firmly around her waist.

They separated their lips as Quinn made her way upstairs. Rachel laughed loudly as she began kissing Quinn's neck heatedly. "I've missed this." She whispered against the girls pulse point.

Quinn giggled as well, walking into their now shared room. She opened the door, then kicked it shut behind her. Quinn walked over to the bed, and carefully threw Rachel down. She stepped back, and threw off her shirt, now standing in her bra.

"Get over here." Rachel begged, smirking as here eyes lovingly admired the girls form.

"One last thing." Quinn said, raising a finger as she stormed over to Rachel. She didn't kiss the girl, but their faces were intimately close. "I want everything with you. I want kids. I want a lot of kids, because if this house weren't enough, kids is a physical display of our love."

Rachel felt her eyes quickly water. For 3 years, she wanted nothing but to hear those words from Quinn. "You want kids?" She asked, chuckling in happiness. "Are you sure?"

The blonde nodded with no sense of hesitation. "I spent 6 months watching you drift away. It's made me realize a lot. Mostly that I want kids with you, and that you're sexy when you're mad." She whispered, crashing their lips together.

Rachel giggled into the kiss as she fell back on the bed, pulling Quinn on top of her. While their tongues danced together, Rachel's hands searched for the girls hook, eventually throwing away her bra.

Quinn, now straddling the girl, smirked as her bra fell off. She sat up straight, hands on Rachel's hip bones, as she grinded into her.

Rachel's eyes rolled to the back of her head as she fisted the sheets and moaned loudly. She bucked her hips into Quinn's as well, to match the friction. Eventually, she let go of the sheets, and brought her hands to cup both of Quinn's breasts. She moved them around forcefully, biting her lip. That would never get old. Both girls had happy tears in their eyes as they made love, because it's been so long.

Rachel fiddled with Quinn's hardened nipples, eventually sitting up to capture one in her mouth. She sucked on the girls nipple while her hand massaged the other. Once done, she payed equal attention to the other one, smirking as she hear Quinn moan loudly.

Within 8 minutes, both girls were completely naked, and in the same position. Well, this time Quinn's head was hidden in between Rachel's legs. The night was filled with both girls attempting new positions, and loud moans. It was the perfect night.

At around 11 o clock, both girls fell back against the bed, panting loudly. "Wow.." Rachel muttered out, her naked chest rising and falling. She looked over at Quinn, smirking as she kissed her sweetly.

"Wow is right, babe." She said, giggling. "If it were possible, I'd say we just made a baby."

Rachel blushed and nodded. "I'm so excited to start a family with you, honey."

Quinn nodded, cupping Rachel's cheeks. "So am I. I want a baby girl just like you."

The brunette shook her head. "No way. She would be the most stubborn kid, ever. I want her to be just like you." She whispered.

"Or a boy just like your dads."

"I'd like that." Rachel whispered, eyeing Quinn with a smile. "God, I'm so in love with you." She whispered, showing every bit of emotion in her eyes.

"I know," Quinn said, smiling. "I can tell. I love you too, and I'm never letting you go again. No matter how much you beg."

Rachel chuckled and nodded. "Good." She said, leaning forward to kiss the girl once more, lovingly.

AND THATS THE END. I really hope you enjoyed this rp. I put my heart and soul into it, and I've grown to love each character. Thank you so much for all the replies and follows and favourites.

Not sure if I'm going to write another one. If I do, it'll be a Quinntana or Pezberry smut. Just not quite sure. And if I do, it won't be for a while.

Thanks again :)