It has been a while, but as promised, here is the epilogue!

4 years later

Today is a rare day for Quinn Fabray.

Since leaving NYADA, Quinn and her girlfriend settled down in a nice, cosy flat not far from Manhattan. Quinn's busy work schedule means she rarely gets to just stay at home and relax. Not only is it a rare day, but it's also a nerve wracking day. But she'll get to that later. After leaving NYADA and with a special recommendation from Carmen Tibideux, she landed herself a job as a runner at Sony Music Productions. As the months passed Quinn showed the boss the talent that Carmen adovcated for her and they decided to promote her. Now Quinn gets to do everything she's hoped to do. The down side is the hours. Late nights, early mornings, weekends you guessed it. Quinn works almost 24/7. It put a strain on her relationship. Especially once her girlfriend got the lead in the Broadway musical Spring Awakening. And so, they rarely saw each other and because of that, they would argue. Both crabby from sexual tension, stress, lack of sleep.

There came a point when Quinn believed that their relationship was going to end. But Quinn couldn't handle it, she couldn't handle the thought of not seeing her girlfriend's face everyday, even if that meant they argued. So, like the genius she is, Quinn came up a plan.

One night, after her girlfriends final performance, she pitched-that's right, pitched-her plan to her girlfriend, hoping she'd agree to it and find it full proof. Her girlfriend always made plans through College, and barely allowed Quinn to have a say in them, but they worked. Her plan was that every month they will have two days off work-someone takes over Quinn at the record company, her girlfriend's understudy takes over the play-and just spend that time together. They can go on dates together, chat about nothing, sleep in bed all day, wrapped up in each other's arms. Do what they did in College. Be them again.

Of course, Quinn's girlfriend was hesitant about it. She never missed a performance, even if she's sick. Once Quinn and the director had to pull her away from the stage when she came down with the flu. What made her agree to going home sick was when she puked on her male counter-part.

Anyway, finally she agreed, realizing the strain their workload was putting on them. They have never missed a month since. Of course they still argue-that's what couples do-but only every so often and over mundane things like who won at scrabble.

Which, they are playing now.

"There! Try and beat that!" Quinn's girlfriend says in a triumphant way as she places down the word 'Jukebox'

Quinn only smiles at her, her nerves starting to rise as she palms the box shape in her jeans. Her girlfriend turns away, an 'a' tucked between her lips as she furiously scribbles down their scores on a notepad. Quinn sees this as her chance and begins to place the letters she stole when her opponent went to answer the door for the chinese they ordered a few hours ago. Her breathing becomes heavier with each letter placed.

The furious writing stops "Does 'baleboste' count for me?" she asks Quinn around the 'a'. Quinn pauses and looks up from the board, nervous eyes looking to see if she's looking at Quinn. Seeing that her eyes are still on the notebook, waiting for Quinn's reply, the blonde releases a soft sigh.

"No baby, it was a Jewish word." Quinn softly replies before going back to placing the letters down.

"That's just unfair!"

"Was it unfair to me then when I placed down 'salopard' when we played it three years ago at your Family's Christmas party?" Quinn asks, smiling at the memory as she places the box above the words she's placed down, opening up the lid.

The notebook drops and a exasperated sigh escapes her "No because that is a French word and also an insu-" The 'a' drops from her mouth as she turns round, all train of thought leaving her brain as she looks down at the words Quinn has placed.

Quinn bites her lip nervously, anxious eyes watching as brown eyes begin to well up with tears. They flicker between the board and Quinn.

The words 'Marry Me' have been carefully placed onto the board with a blue velvet box with a shiny gold engagement ring sparkling up at her sits above the words. She places her hands to her mouth, not quite believing it.

Quinn begins to panic as time passes without her saying anything, just looking between Quinn and the proposal.

"Yes."

"What?" Quinn asks, not believing her ears.

"Yes I will." she answers before grabbing hold of Quinn's NYADA sweatshirt and pulling her across the table for a kiss, scrabble board and notebook flying onto the floor of their living room. Luckily Quinn grabbed the engagement ring before that to went flying.

Quinn's own tears spring to her eyes as joy and loves fills her whole body. She holds onto her girlfrie-sorry Fiancé's waist and pulls her closer. Love is exchanged through their kisses, their hands lovingly holding one another. Quinn finally pulls back, rubbing their noses together in an Eskimos kiss. They both giggle, pecks being given.

"I love you, Lucy Quinn Fabray."

Quinn smiles widely, never getting fed up with hearing those words "And I love you, Rachel Barbra Berry."

Rachel pulls back, her tears still streaming down her face. She watches as Quinn gently slides the engagement ring onto her finger, her smile beaming around the room like a bright light. She sniffs and laughs. She looks up at Quinn, seeing the blonde has tears of her own.

"I won. Again." Rachel says, causing Quinn to laugh and dive across the table, tackling her to the floor and pepper her face with kisses, the fallen scrabble game completely forgotten.

3 months later

Quinn's hand fumbles with the button her jacket as she stares at the head stone in front of her. Flowers dangle in her hand, ready to be placed on the grave. She looks to Rachel who's standing next to her, holding onto her arm.

Rachel smiles at Quinn and nods, coaxing her forward. Quinn takes a deep breath then walks closer to the grave. She bends her knees so she's closer to the ground, her eyes running over the words on the black marble head stone.

"Hi Dad," Quinn says "I brought you some flowers." She says, placing them down onto the grave, next to the flowers Judy placed yesterday. She rubs her hands along her thighs, licking her lips as she remembers what she wanted to tell him.

"A few years ago" She says "You made me promise to you-just before you got your heart attack-that I would do everything I can to hold the hand of the girl I love and call her mine" She feels tears begin to arrive but she pushes them back. Now is not the time. "Well, I've kept that promise." She looks up towards Rachel who smiles at her. She gestures for Rachel to join her. "Not only can I call her mine, I can call her mine forever. She-" She pauses, allowing Rachel to take hold of her hand that's nervously playing with the button of her jacket "She agreed to spend the rest of her life with me, Dad. I finally plucked up the courage to ask her to marry me, just like you used to say I would."

Quinn clears her throat, her tears beginning to push through "You used to say that Rachel and I were going to be married one day and you would be there watching me as it happens. And once again, you're right, just like always. Even though you won't be there in person." Quinn's voice cracks, tears falling down her face.

Rachel runs a hand through her hair, kissing her cheek and hand, calming Quinn.

"I know you'll still be there, watching. My memories of you are never going to fade and neither is my love for Rachel. I love you."

Quinn stands up and immediately pulls Rachel into a hug, tucking her face into Rachel's hair. Rachel rubs her back soothingly, softly singing in her ear, calming her down.

"I miss him." Quinn says, her voice muffled by Rachel's hair.

"I know, I know you do." Rachel whispers.

Quinn pulls back and wipes her nose "I'm sorry for breaking down on you like that."

Rachel smiles at her, wiping her own tears away and takes Quinn's hand "You've held me whilst I cried, it's only fair that I do the same with you. You're my fiancé Quinn, don't ever be sorry for needing me okay?"

"Okay."

"Good. Now, what do you say we play some scrabble? Unless you don't want me to beat your ass again" Rachel says with a smile as they begin to walk out of the cemetery, their hands swinging between them.

Quinn laughs loudly and looks over at her beautiful fiancé. She smiles brightly at her as they approach the car. She stares at her over the hood of the car and turns her smile into a smirk.

"Game on."

I want to give all of you who have read this story from the beginning a big thank you! And to all of those who joined later. i also want to say thank you to those who have taken the time to leave a review, whether it's been regular or irregular, good or bad. Your reviews and views of this story really motivated me to continue writing it.

Patronustrips fanart of a Faberry Proposal is what inspired this one - well, it's completely identical because i really wanted to write it. here's a link to the fanart, please give her like a thumbs up or something and view the rest of her art work, it's amazing! [ art/Faberry-Forever-is-my-word-347814456]

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salopard = Bastard, baleboste = good house wife

Once again thank you for all the support and have a wonderful life!

Eloise

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