A/N: Well, we're at the end! Thank you all for keeping up with the story. I really hope you like the spin I put on Faberry! I'm working on another fic with Brittana and Faberry, and it's a crossover with Resident Evil. I'm calling it "Gunpowder and Lead, and Zombies." I hope to have enough details in it about the two separate groups of characters so both fandoms can enjoy. Should be a lot of fun, much different from this and definitely bloodier.

Hope you're all doing well! Keep in touch; my username on both Twitter and Tumblr is mkrj if you're looking for new people to follow. Thanks again!

Love,

Raggy

Two months later (fifth week of the semester)
Ohio Wesleyan University

The students in Dr. Quinn Fabray's Beginning Acting class were getting the hang of the daily routine. They would come in to the basement rehearsal room for class, stretch out on the floor, and go through a series of vocal and physical warmups to get them ready for class.

Today, there was a visitor - but that was normal, too. Dr. Q often had guests stop in to talk to the students about acting or show biz in general.

But when their professor walked through that door with a short brunette woman right behind her, the vocal warmups ceased and all the students sat straight up.

They recognized this woman.

And they had seen Dr. Q in a few gossip magazines with her, but none had ever dared to ask if the rumors were true. They respected her way too much to pry like that. And those who knew Dr. Bobby Verne in journalism, and who had asked him (because he was friends with Dr. Q, people said) had gotten nothing. Admittedly, that picture of them kissing on New Year's had gotten around the Internet. Two of the students in Beginning Acting were on the staff of The Transcript student newspaper and had wanted to interview her about it. Dr. Verne told them they could go on ahead, but advised against it. They never did find out the truth about their professor and the Broadway star.

But here she was - the famous Rachel Berry, Ohio's own Broadway star, in the flesh.

"Hey guys," the professor said as she and Ms. Berry sat on the floor. The students all scooted around to form a circle. Even those who weren't huge Broadway fans knew who she was, and how great of a voice she had. They had seen her in magazines, on commercials, etc.

The two student reporters were jumping out of their skin.

Everyone else was in awed silence.

"So, say hello to our guest today," Quinn continued. "I'm sure many of you have heard her performances on Broadway or seen her in the news." She grinned. "I'm sure all of you have seen the picture of me kissing her, or been stopped by the paparazzi on the street. Yes, it's true. This is Rachel Berry. My girlfriend. Brad, Kelly, you can write a story on her surprise visit to campus for the paper. Dr. Verne told me you wanted to."

They blushed, but their FlipCams were out of their bags and into video mode in no time flat.

Dr. Q told them all last week that if they wrote down five good questions for their guest, and then five follow-up questions after the visit, she would make their mid-term an open-note exam.

The questions they had written for class today were pretty generic, since they hadn't known who the guest was.

As they listened to Rachel, they tried desperately to think of five follow-up questions that weren't inappropriate. Such as, "so how is our theatre professor in the sheets, Ms. Berry?"

Rachel had a break from filming that day, so she had tagged along with Quinn on her morning commute and occupied herself in the antique stores around campus while Dr. Fabray busied herself with school and rehearsals. The musical was coming up, and everything was just about ready for opening night. Rachel was excited to see the show, and had talked to some of the students about it after visiting Quinn's class. But all they seemed to be interested in was her own career, and her new movie.

The movie was going well. Though she was a secondary character, there were still a lot of lines to memorize. Zooey Deschanel was a great actress to have as her on-screen big sister, and her off-screen mentor. In between takes, the older actress was helping Rachel manage her free time well by running lines with her and delving into their characters' lives together.

Zooey's character, Susie, was an uptight professor at Ohio State. Rachel's character, Joanna, raced motorcycles and didn't really have any life direction. It was a challenging role (in part because motorcycles scared her), but it was fun.

Josh Radnor's character, Lou, was a new janitor at OSU who had just gotten out of prison on drug charges. He and Susie began dating in the film. Since Susie and Joanna's mom was dead and their dad was a deadbeat, Rachel got to play the overprotective little sister.

The scene where she was going to take Josh's character on a motorcycle (to scare him) and then try and outrun a cop…well, that one was going to be fun.

Tomorrow, she would begin some serious motorcycle lessons. But tonight, she would enjoy her evening off.

Quinn said she wanted to make pasta, after all, so it promised to be a great night.

After rehearsal for the show wrapped at 6 p.m., the two headed to Rachel's apartment. It was finally beginning to seem like a home now, in part because Quinn and Jean Valjean were becoming frequent fixtures. The rare nights when Rachel slept alone, her bed felt strangely empty and cold – even with her own two cats next to her.

They swung by Quinn's apartment to get a few ingredients and pick up Jean (who had grown considerably) and headed down the street. It wasn't that Quinn's apartment was a bad place to be, but the blonde insisted the "atmosphere" was a lot better in Rachel's kitchen.

"I love cooking with wine," Quinn said once they were inside, opening the fridge and popping the cork off a bottle of Merlot with her teeth.

Rachel just shook her head and took a seat at the kitchen island, watching in fascination as the pretty blonde poured a glass of wine, and then started cooking.

"Is Mean Girls over here?" asked Quinn.

"No, I think it's still at your house."

"What about The Birdcage?"

"Oh, you like that one? Well, it's at your house, too."

"Damn. Well, is there anything you want to watch?"

"Um…did you ever give me Nine back?"

"Nope…"

And she went back to cooking. Rachel shook her head. They did spend time at Quinn's every now and then, and it was just their luck that the movies she wanted to watch weren't there.

Since the photos of them kissing had leaked online, there hadn't really been an option for them but to announce that Rachel was gay. And, surprisingly, it went over without too much of a media scuffle. But the issue then became what to call Quinn. An "old high school friend" would not be kissing her so passionately in public.

Quinn had shrugged when Rachel asked her.

"I've been thinking…I think I'm ready for this, Rachel. You said you were willing to make this work, and I told you I was too. So, will you be my girlfriend?"

And then they proceeded to make out for at least fifteen minutes.

And that was that. Bursting with pride, Rachel had called her agent and gushed that they were now in a relationship. And the last two months had been amazing. Quinn was still a little hesitant to hold hands in public, and she wasn't a big fan of kissing Rachel in the middle of the sidewalk or anything. She was definitely shy if they ran into a fan, and mildly terrified of the paparazzi. But she had definitely come a long way since December. They both had.

Rachel was reminiscing on this, misty-eyed, as her girlfriend put water on the stove for the pasta. Quinn had made dinner so many times that she knew where every little item was. She was also getting comfortable with borrowing Rachel's sweatpants or getting a shower and borrowing a towel. Jean had made fast friends with Ian and Gloria, which was good.

It was like this was Quinn's second home.

A thought began occurring to the brunette.

"Baby?" Rachel said after a few minutes.

"Yeah?"

"You don't have too much stuff."

"…okay?" Quinn turned her head slightly to look at her.

"And you're my girlfriend now."

"…uh-huh…."

"…What if you just moved in here? You and Jean and all your things could just come down the street…we could just split the rent, whatever works for you, and then we wouldn't have to worry about whose house we're eating at that night, or whose house the movies are at, or if the cats are getting lonely…it would just be us. Every day, with the cats. And you could teach me how to cook more things, and I could show you more movies and practice my lines with you, and maybe take you around on the motorcycle if they let me borrow it..."

Quinn stopped her with a gentle kiss.

"Hey," she said, touching her forehead to Rachel's. "I love you."

"I love you too." She was expecting the blonde to think about it for a while, as she was wont to do with big decisions. But it just made sense – and day by day, as they spent more time together, their connection was growing deeper. Rachel could feel it, and it felt real this time, not like in high school when she married Finn for a short while. She wasn't ready for a commitment like that. But now? With Quinn?

Yeah, they were headed down that road.

The same sort of thinking was going on behind the hazel eyes, as they stared measuredly into the brown. Quinn was always afraid to commit. She had been throughout this relationship, until the New Year, when Rachel had shown how much she cared for her with a simple song. So, she had tried to reciprocate that. Because as much as it scared her, Quinn knew her feelings were growing stronger each day. She took a risk when she said she was willing to be in a relationship. But now, she had been feeling the same way as Rachel was: secure, now, and happy with the beautiful girl in front of her.

Miranda Lambert would tell her to follow her heart, and her heart was increasingly becoming attached to a little brunette with a big voice.

They spent almost every day together, anyway. Quinn felt comfortable here, like at a good friend's house. But she also felt loved, in a way a good friend can't quite make you feel.

So she smiled and took the smaller hands in hers.

"Well then, roommate. Let's do this. I need you to carry all the boxes around for me, though. You need all the muscle tone you can get if you're going to be outrunning cops on that motorcycle."

THE END