You sit in the soft grass in the cemetary. You read the name etched in the stone in front of you. Jenny Fabray. Loving daughter and sister. You drop your head and look down at the grass. It's so hard to believe that she's there, under the grass and dirt.

You look back up at the headstone then up at the sky. You like to think that she's up there instead. Floating in the clouds. She used to love birds. She could go on and on about birds. Most of the time you zoned out because really who cares that much about birds, but now you wished that you would have listened.

"So, I'm moving to New York," you exhale. You lay down in the grass and look at the sky. It's better to talk to the sky.

You tell her about when you were in New York, Puck called Rachel. She had him checking your mail for you.

"Quinn," Rachel excitedly calls you over to her while you're looking at the closests of one of the apartments Brittany and Santana picked out.

You walk over to her. She grins at you with her phone pressed to her ear. "I had Noah go check your mail. Guess who you got a letter from."

You can feel your heartbeat in your ears. You know what it is. It's a letter from NYU or Columbia or some other university. Rachel takes your hand sensing your nervousness. "Hey," she says softly, "We don't have to find out right now. We can wait. I just thought you'd want to know. I'm sorry."

"No," you shake your head, "Don't be sorry." You swallow what's left of your fear and apprhension. You nod. "Tell him to open it."

Rachel puts her phone on speaker. You suppose Puck asking you if you were sure in the empty bedroom drew the attention of everyone else in the apartment. You can feel your mom standing behind you as Puck says that the letter is from NYU.

"What is that?" she asks.

You turn to look at her and see that Brittany and Santana are smiling next to each other, waiting for your result as well. Suddenly all the pressure you put on yourself has multiplied by all the people standing in the room.

"Alright," Puck says after a ripping noise. "Ooh fancy paper."

"Noah," Rachel says warningly.

Puck pauses, "Quinn Fabray, we are pleased to offer you admission to New York University..."

That was all you heard. You felt Rachel jump into your arms and your mom touch your back. Then you feel Brittany and Santana jump into the fray, throwing you all into a group hug.

When the noise subsided, you can hear Puck calling your name. You lean close to the phone in Rachel's hand. "What's up Puck?"

"There's more," he says. "It says, "We're also pleased to offer you an academic scholarship.' You have to go online or whatever to look at it, but fuckin' A, baby mama. You did it."

Your mom didn't take too much of a liking to him calling you baby mama, but you didn't mind because whne you looked into Rachel's eyes and saw all that pride and love she has for you, you know that yes, you did do it.

"Anyway, we got that apartment," you smile wistfully at the headstone. "Rachel loved it and I'm pretty sure Brittany and Santana already decorated their room in their head before anyone called the owners. We're all going in on it together. Like we're buying the apartment. Santana dropped a huge part of her trust fund for the deposit, but her part is payed for and I'm pretty sure her mom is going to put that money back into her account.

"I think she's just now realizing how much of Santana's life she missed out on always being gone. She's up there right now with them buying furniture," you pluck another blade of grass. "Brittany's whole family is up there. I don't know how they did it, but their bedroom is like the perfect blend of both of them." You fall back on the soft grass and smile. "It's like they've been planning to move in together since they met."

Rachel's sitting at your computer patiently looking at the monitor. You're still moving around your room, starting the process of deciding what to take and what to leave when you join Brittany and Santana in your apartment in a seven weeks.

"C'mere," Rachel calls to you. When you look up from the pictures you were taking off of the wall, she's smiling at you. That special smile that's only for you. You walk over to her and she takes your hands. "Don't you think you're packing a little early?"

You grin. "I don't want to forget anything."

She pulls you down by your hands and kisses you. "You won't."

You dip down to kiss her again when you hear Santana's voice, "Get a room."

You and Rachel laugh turning to the computer screen. Santana's face is in the video chat window. Behind her you can see the kitchen. She's in a white tank top and her hair is up in a messy ponytail."We do have a room," Rachel answers, "It's down that hallway behind you."

"Don't remind me that I have to watch you two make out all the time," Santana rolls her eyes, but none of her old bite is there. She looks so happy, like she's finally being herself - absolutely and completely 100% Santana.

"Where's Britt?" you ask. Santana told you that thir sexual dry spell is over since they moved into the apartment. Now they're going through a very w- um... un-dry figured that Brittany would be attached to Santana's hip.

"She's in class," Santana picks up her laptop and you see your apartment moving behind her as she walks into hers and Brittany's bedroom. "I know you didn't get to see it Rach because you were singing for deaf people or something so check it." She flips the laptop in her hands and shows you both her bedroom.

You saw it last week when Rachel was giving on last performance at the Lima Community Theatre, but they added a few things.

Their bed is a very modern looking platform bed, the headboard a very dark wood. The sheets and blankets are a mess on the bed, but the dark outer blankets and the light inner sheets make it look very inviting. There are matching nightstands with lamps on either side of the bed. Brittany's side already has textbooks on it and Santana's is pretty clean.

"It's beautiful Santana," Rachel says sincerely.

Santana spins her laptop back toward her. "Thanks."

"Has our furniture arrived?" Rachel asks. You know she's been holding that in. You spend a whole weekend in your bedroom picking out your new bedroom set and then had it shipped right to the apartment.

Santana nods, "Yeah, it got here this morning, but you're going to have to wait for Britt to get home for anything to get put together. You don't want me to do it."

You finally move to sit in Rachel's lap because you're tired of bending over. She wraps her arms around you and rests her chin on your shoulder. She then asks another question that you know she's been dying to ask. "So how is it? Living in New York? Is it fabulous?"

Santana laughs and tells you everything. All the stores and delis and bodegas and the people. She talks until she has to leave for work as a receptionist at a gym down the street from the apartment.

"It's so weird," you tell the sky. "Brittany, Santana, and I all started the Cheerios and high school together. Now we're all starting college together. Well, Brittany already started, but we're all going to the same place." A grin forms on your lips, "I guess Santana was right. No one can really break up the Unholy Trinity."

You sit up and just look at the headstone. Jenny Fabray. You read her name over and over again. "I'll talk to you when we get to New York tonight. It's going to be..." when you smile this time there are tears in your eyes. "It's going to be amazing. The best years of my life. I can feel it." You stand up and walk over to the gravestone and run your hand over the smooth stone. "I wish you were here to see it Jenny." You bend over and kiss the top of the granite. Then you give it one last pat before taking the first steps away.

You follow the trail to the front gate and stop at a little lookout point that's looking over the cemetary. You take a seat on the bench and lean into Rachel. She puts her arm around you and kisses your head. "Are you okay?" You nod and rest your head on her shoulder. It's peaceful here. Just her in her arms with the green grass and the birds. You feel like you need this rest because a week after you land tonight, Rachel starts her classes at Juilliard. You start two days later and that's it. That's the start of your life outside of Lima.

"This is it huh?" she asks, taking your left hand with her left hand and running her thumb over your knucles.

You sit up and look at her face. She's smiling. She's ecstatic. This is her dream and you are so, so happy to be along for the ride."Yeah. This is it.

She turns her eyes from the grass and the gravestones to you. She rests her forehead against yours. Her eyes are joyous and full of light. "It's just you and me kid." You laugh and kiss her. You're so ready to start your life with Rachel. "C'mon. Let's get out of here." She stands with you and you walk hand in hand out of the cemetary and into the next chapter of your life.

That's the end. Thank you all so much for reading.