Author Note: I'm so sorry I haven't updated in so long guys! This is the final chapter I'm afraid, there's a time jump just so you can see where the girls ended up.
Quinn's POV
We both flopped back on the bed sweaty and happy after round, well, quite frankly I'd lost count after hearing her give my name new meaning the third time.
"I think we broke our record" Rachel said as she turned to me with a big grin, I rolled my eyes but smiled too.
"Gotta love being a woman" I joked as I absentmindedly ran my hand through my wife's beautiful thick locks.
"What are you thinking about?" she asked as I got that familiar far away look in my eyes.
"I'm thinking about how lucky I am to have you" I said as I placed a kiss to the top of her head as she snuggled against me.
"You're my angel, you know that?" she whispered, I tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear.
"I'll never tire of hearing you say it"
"You seem to enjoy the sound of your name too" she smirked looking up at me.
I shrugged my shoulders pretending to be nonchalant earning a playful smack on the arm.
"Fine if you must know my name sounds heavenly coming from your lips so much so that I've considered banning other people from calling me by it"
She giggled at my dramatic statement, mission accomplished.
"We're so married"
"I know, aren't we disgusting?" I teased sticking out my tongue.
Sometime After Graduation
"Hey baby, how're the rehearsals going?" Quinn said as she wandered around picking up a few things that she and Rachel needed for their apartment.
After they'd graduated, with the help of Judy, they'd managed to get a great deal on a nice little apartment situated perfectly between both of the colleges they'd been accepted to.
Rachel was of course at Julliard and Quinn was at Barnard studying Psychology.
"Tiring but wonderful as always, what are you doing sweetie?"
Quinn smiled picking up a nice simple lamp that would go well with the décor of their living room; their other lamp had broken after falling off the table when the girls got a little carried away.
"Just found a replacement lamp for the living room"
Rachel chuckled, "hopefully unbreakable"
"I guess we'll find out" Quinn grinned even though her wife couldn't see it, "what time do you finish today? I was thinking I could make us a nice Moussaka with double chocolate mousse for dessert"
The brunette practically groaned at the thought, Quinn was rather gifted in the kitchen which was unfortunately less than could be said of Rachel, but she was improving.
"I don't know what time we'll finish up, baby" she sighed, "sorry, but hey you should call up and see what Brittana are doing"
Quinn frowned slightly; sometimes Rachel's schedule was a little fuller than she liked but she accepted that she knew she'd have to deal with the fact that her wife was a future Broadway star.
"Okay then beautiful, I'll just see you when you get home then"
"I love you"
"I love you too"
Quinn made her purchases and made her way home, at first travelling in the city had been incredibly scary for the blonde but now she just embraced it.
She opened the door to their apartment and her face lit up as she saw Rachel perched on the back of the couch smiling back at her.
"Surprise" she said smiling before placing a sweet kiss to Quinn's lips.
"Rachel Berry Fabray are you playing hooky from your rehearsals?" Quinn teased standing with her hands on her hips.
"Nope, we finished early today so I thought I'd take the time to cook for you"
"Bless you baby, you're the sweetest"
"I know" Rachel said grinning, "Britt and San are going to join us later, oh by the way mom called, I told her we'd try to Skype with her at the weekend"
The girls ate the dinner Rachel had made, it was far from perfect but Quinn liked it regardless.
A few hours later Brittany and Santana arrived loudly making their presence known as they knocked on their door.
"I swear we should just give you two a key" Quinn laughed as she let them in; Brittany quickly wrapped her arms around the smaller blonde giving her a hug that only she could give.
Santana laughed. "I wouldn't do that, Q"
"San's got a point, baby. Knowing these two they'd break more than just a lamp if they were given free reign around here"
Brittany grinned, "We knocked our shelving down last week"
Rachel and Quinn rolled their eyes but laughed all the same.
Brittany was at Julliard, with Rachel, in their dance program and Santana was at Columbia studying Journalism.
They'd gotten married a fortnight after moving to the Big Apple, in the same place that Quinn and Rachel had wed.
Money wasn't exactly pouring from their pockets but it didn't matter, because they were all happy, and they had each other.
FIN.