You waited long enough, so I thought I would put up the last two chapters. Thank you so much to all of you who have read it and loved it and commented on it. I appreciate it so much.

Enjoy the last chapter,

FaberryAchele

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The jury and the judge collected the evidence against the offender and without a trial, convicted him to seven years in prison. It turned out he was fired from his job the day before the attack because of his alcohol problems. He wondered around in the park the next evening, completely drunk and heard the young group talking and laughing. He didn't deny his crimes, admitting he was guilty of all the charges against him, making the judge's job easier.

And as for Quinn and Rachel, their relationship turned back to normal. Well, as normal as dating a superstar can be. They both increased their dates, often went out to restaurant, bistros and sometimes karaoke bars that Rachel loved so much. The paparazzies silently followed them everywhere they went but fortunately stayed out of their way. Often times, Quinn didn't even know they were taking pictures of them until she would see them online.

That was her guilty pleasure. Despite Rachel's warning, she couldn't stay away from gossip website and comments talking about them, good and bad. Whenever she went online, somehow, she always found herself reading comment after comment about herself or Rachel and she couldn't stop. She wanted to know what people thought about her.

With Rachel's on her way to her apartment, Quinn grabbed her laptop to check what movies they could watch in the cinema later in the mall. She opened her browser and typed in the cinema and searched for some kind of romantic comedy or an animation. She loved watching animated movies even though she was way too old but she found them relaxing, like she could switch her brain off for an hour and a half and not think about anything else.

She found two great movies in both categories and decided to let Rachel choose between them. She glanced at the clock. Rachel's going to be here in ten minutes so she thought she was going to open Twitter, see what the world is talking about at the moment. She logged in her account and saw she had over 50 notifications and her smile grew. Ever since, they went public with their relationship and Rachel started talking about Quinn in interviews, Rachel's fans found Quinn's account, many of them following her and liking her posts.

She posted a selfie recently of the two of them, sitting on the couch, covered with a blanket as Rachel's head were leaning against her shoulder. That photo proved to be very popular among Rachel's fans and the public. Quinn saw many magazines using it on their article about Rachel and how she found happiness after her disastrous relationship with Finn Hudson. She opened the post and breezed through the retweets and the likes, she noticed several comments – well, more accurately – hateful comments.

she's nothing compared to Finn. #finchelforever

She better treats her right. Rachel deserves the best. QuinnFabray

QuinnFabray your fat

She furrowed her eyebrow and continued scrolling through. They were mostly about herself but she noticed a couple about Rachel. That made her more furious and somehow feel helpless. There's nothing she could do, she couldn't just go and start replying to any of these people. She knew it would cause more trouble than it worth. But unfortunately, once she started she couldn't stop and spent that ten minutes reading remarks. Rachel knocking on the door snapped her out of her haze and she closed the laptop, dumping it on the couch. She got up and opened to the door, letting Rachel in.

Rachel smiled, pulling Quinn into a soft kiss then cooing, "Hey, baby."

Quinn smiled adorably, shaking off those hateful words. "Hi." She closed the door and watched as Rachel dumped her purse on the dining table and settled down on the couch, heavily.

"Long day?" Quinn asked, went into the kitchen to bring both of them a glass of water. She handed one to Rachel and sat down beside her.

"Hmm…" Rachel hummed and snipped her water. "The director wasn't in the best mood. He kept yelling at everyone."

Quinn pulled her legs underneath her, watching the brunette. "I'm sorry."

"It was fine." She shook her head, dismissing the whole thing. "We had worse days than this. Now let's just forget about it. Tell me about your day." Her eyes twinkled.

"It's my day off." Quinn smirked. "You know I don't do anything productive. Just being my lazy true self."

"Ugh, you're so lucky." Rachel groaned, inching closer to the blonde then laying her head on her shoulder. Quinn placed her hand on her right knee, smoothly caressing it. Rachel exhaled with her eyes closed, enjoying Quinn's simple touches. Quinn kissed her on the top of her head, lingering for a second.

"Maybe we shouldn't go out." She suggested, quietly.

"But you want to go to the cinema." Rachel argued weekly, almost falling asleep.

Quinn hesitantly nodded, "Yeah… but you're exhausted. I'm fine just staying in. It supposed to rain today anyway."

Rachel sighed contently as Quinn lifted her arm and let it fall on her shoulder, snuggling closer to the brunette. Quinn loved days like this. Just the two of them, being in each other's arms sitting in silence, like the whole world would stop for a minute and they would have nothing to worry about. But Quinn mind didn't stop. She kept thinking about people's words, how they had no regards about hurting someone who they don't even know.

The silence stretched between them and Rachel was on the edge of falling asleep. The blonde was very comfortable and her smell smoothed her senses, her whole body relaxing for the first time in a week. Rehearsal were getting brutal with opening night right around the corner and everything had to be perfect.

"Rach?" Quinn murmured quietly, in case Rachel did fall asleep.

Rachel hummed in acknowledgement.

"Do you read comments online?" Quinn asked hesitantly. "I mean, about you?"

Rachel opened her eyes and slightly shifted in Quinn's arms, raising her neck to look at the blonde. "No, never. At the beginning, I used to when I get my first role on Broadway. I went online before my opening night to sort of buzz my confidence," Rachel humorlessly chuckled," but it did more harm than good."

"What happened?" Quinn asked curiously.

"Lot of people went on and on about how I would never compare to the great Barbra Streisand."

"Oh, you mean for Funny Girl." Quinn nodded knowingly.

Rachel smirked. "Yes, stalker. After reading one comment, I couldn't stop. I was up all night and in the morning, I was so depressed that I didn't want to get up from the bed. My friends had to do an intervention to get me into the theatre. After that I've never read any comment or articles about myself. It messes with your brain."

"Yeah…"

Rachel raised her eyebrows. "Why?"

"I've read some comments before you came over." Quinn admitted quietly.

Rachel sighed. "Quinn…"

Quinn chuckled humorlessly, "I know, I know, I shouldn't have. But once I started, I couldn't stop. It amazes me how people can have negative comments or any opinion about your own life. That they have no regards of, you know?"

"That's one of the minuses about being a public figure. No matter what you do, people will have an opinion. The best you can do is avoid it." Rachel advised. "Otherwise you'll go crazy trying to please everybody."

"Yeah…" Quinn sighed, tightening her hold on the brunette.

Rachel chewed her bottom lip as she debated if she should or should not ask her next question. After a moment, she closed her eyes and opened her mouth. "Did you see anything bad?"

Quinn nodded. "Yeah, your fans can be very protective of you." She snickered humorlessly. "Saying how Finn was better for you and that you two are endgame."

Rachel sighed again and moved backwards to look at her girlfriend. She clenched her hands between hers. "I love my fans to death. Without their support, I wouldn't be able to do what I love every day. I wanted to give something back to them that's why I share details about my personal life and interact with them whenever I have the opportunity. I love to hug them, talk to them, make connections, you know?"

Quinn listened intently, nodding her head at appropriate times throughout the little speech. As a fan, she understood how other fanatics felt about earning the diva's attention or time to tell her how she changed their lives.

"But…" Rachel took a deep breath, squeezing the blonde's hands. "There are times when they cross the line between loving, supportive fans and frenetic, obsessive stalkers. People that I never met before claim that we are meant to be together and try to letch onto me to get me to notice them. They think they know what's best for me and how I should live my life so they think telling me that would get me to see reason and fall into their arms. They can get aggressive if they want."

Quinn's eyes widen. "Did – " She didn't have to finish her question before Rachel shook her head.

"No, thank God. Nothing extreme happened before but my manager hired two bodyguards to escort me to big events. I love all my fans but they can get really scary sometimes." She smiled reassuringly, tugging on Quinn's hand to pull the blonde forward and into a loving kiss. She didn't want Quinn to worry, knowing how protective the blonde could be.

When they parted, Rachel continued.

"With that said, Finn and I had an on and off relationship for five years. There's always going to be some people who loved us together and want us to make up. But baby, you have to ignore those people and focus on us. Don't let them put wrong ideas in your head. I love you, that's all that matters."

Quinn's eyes widen at the confession that seemed to slip out so easily from Rachel's mouth. The brunette didn't notice the shift in the room until Quinn quite honestly attacked her, forcing her down the couch and kissing her senseless. Rachel moaned deeply, sweeping her fingers through Quinn's blonde hair, pulling her tighter on top of her. She didn't know what she said that made Quinn react this way but she wasn't complaining.

"Wait…wait." Rachel mumbled against the blonde's lips and pushed Quinn on the shoulder to separate them a little. They panted together gazing deep into each other's eyes.

"That – that was…" Rachel couldn't find the words to describe the kiss while Quinn chuckled, feeling quite embarrassed all of a sudden.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to attack you." She apologized moving to get off the brunette, but Rachel stopped her with her hands on her cheeks, keeping her close.

"Not that I'm complaining but what was that about? I don't think you ever kissed me like that before." Rachel wondered, eyes moving all over Quinn's features. She really was a beautiful woman.

Quinn closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of Rachel's palms on her cheeks and turned her head, kissing the right palm. "You said you loved me."

Rachel's eyes filled with realization. "I did, didn't I? Shoot, I wanted to do it in some place romantic. You're first kiss was inside a bar and I confessed my love for you on your couch. I can't do anything right." She joked half-heartedly, rubbing her thumbs back and forth.

"What's your obsession with our milestones being in romantic places? I'm a rom/com movies' biggest fan but I even know this isn't a movie, Rach." Quinn said softly, hazel green eyes baring into Rachel's brown, chocolate orbs. She could spend her life being with Rachel like this, just the two of them without any outside pressure where her only concern was to make the diva happy.

"I know that but I wanted to make sure that they were memorable. These were all a first for you and I wanted to make them special." She whispered.

Quinn smiled gently, bumping their noses together cutely. "You did. Believe me you did, Rach. I would never forget my time with you."

Rachel smiled back, relaxing and pulling Quinn's head down to her neck, wrapping her arms around the blonde. Quinn buried her face in the crook of Rachel's neck and inhaled sharply.

"And Rach?"

The brunette closed her eyes and hummed, indicating she was listening.

"I love you too."

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