Epilogue: Five years later…

"Q! Where the fuck are you? You're wife's fucking crazy!" Santana's voice echoed through Quinn and Rachel's apartment, and Rachel huffed at the Latina in annoyance.

"I'm right here, you know."

"Yeah, how could I forget," Santana muttered darkly under her breath, but the brunette still heard her. Quinn appeared from their bedroom, dressed in sweats and a tight fighting tank top, her go-to outfit whenever she got home from work.

"What's up?" The blonde asked as she crossed the room to Rachel's side, pressing a quick kiss to her cheek as her eyes sought Santana's.

"She's crazy, is what's up."

"It's not my fault!" Rachel cried, feeling tears gather behind her eyes. "It's the stupid pregnancy hormones!"

"Oh, shit, I made her cry. Q, do something. Do something!" Rachel wiped hastily at the tears before they fell, glaring down at her protruding stomach.

"You'd better appreciate what I'm doing for you," she muttered, but then she felt a kick from underneath where her hand rested and smiled.

She was due any day now, which was why Quinn had sent her to stay with Santana for the day while she was called into an emergency at work. The blonde was now assistant manager at the New York Times, having clawed her way up the ranks over the last few years, a fact that Rachel was insanely proud of.

She had demanded to be the first one to carry their children partly because of the blonde's career - she'd only just been promoted when they were thinking about it, but that wasn't to say that she hadn't wanted to in the first place. It had just cemented things for them.

She herself had had the fairly successful career so far. She'd won the Tony for Spring Awakening, and had earned her second the following year for her performance in Evita. Six months ago she'd won an Oscar in her third film, an independent project that Todd had somehow discovered and pushed her towards. She was currently in the middle of trying to put together songs for an album, with the help of an old friend – Mercedes Jones, who had already won three Grammys herself over the years.

"I'm leaving before she starts crying again," Santana announced, already half out of the door. "I'll see you bitches whenever the little bastard is born."

"What was the big emergency?" Rachel asked when Santana had left, curling up on the couch with her back against Quinn's front, the blonde's legs on either side of her.

"Ugh, just some idiot intern who Rob trusted to print copies and who managed to fuck it all up. We got it fixed though, so it's all good. What about you, you had a good day? Santana didn't irritate you too much, did she?"

"No, she was fine. I think I was the irritating one, but I'm sure she'll get over it."

"Mhmm." Santana and Brittany half finally moved to New York about four years ago, and when two apartments had become available opposite each other two years later, they'd moved into them. It was only a few blocks down from where she and Quinn had used to live – Kurt and Josh had that apartment now.

The two of them had been together pretty much since she and Quinn had, and they'd even gotten engaged at the same time. Quinn and Kurt had plotted for weeks beforehand, Rachel had found out afterwards, and they'd finally done it after a double date, when they'd been back at her and Quinn's apartment.

She'd looked away for one second and then Quinn was down on one knee in-front of her, holding out the most gorgeous ring, and she'd glanced over to see Kurt doing the same, and had said yes without a second thought.

A year later they were married (Kurt and Josh waited another six months – otherwise the planning would have driven the four of them insane). Quinn's mother, true to her word, had been there to walk the blonde down the aisle, and give her away to the brunette.

Santana and Brittany had been bridesmaids; Kurt and Josh the groomsmen, at the ceremony, and afterwards they'd spent a blissful and well deserved three weeks in Australia.

And now here they were, expecting their first child. Rachel was nervous but excited at the same time – they didn't know the sex, and the nursery was painted a neutral white and red.

"Where are you going?" Quinn murmured into the back of her neck when she shifted, edging towards the end of the couch.

"I need to pee."

"Let me help." The blonde sprang to her feet without waiting for a response, pulling the brunette to her feet and kissing her soundly. She was distracted by the blonde's lips when she felt a slight pain from her stomach, and then – dampness, down the inside of her legs. She pulled away from the blonde's eager mouth and glanced downwards, at the growing wet patch lining the inside of her grey maternity pants.

"Was that - was that what I think it was?"

"My water just broke."

A/N:

Well, that's it! The end of journey that started with a vague idea last June and turned into a massively long story when I decided to develop it back in October.

I can't thank you enough for the support for this story, for all the reviews and the follows and the favorites - I appreciate it so, so much.

I do have to say though, that I don't think I'll be writing again for the Faberry fandom at any point in the near future - the way the show's gone this season has kind of ruined Rachel's character for me, for now. There won't be a sequel to this, and at this point I don't have any plans to write anything else involving them. I've been writing a lot of Quinntana recently, which is probably what I'll be continuing with for now (if anyone's interested in reading that).

Uh, I don't really have much else to say - if you want to keep updated on anything that I'm writing, feel free to follow me on Tumblr (quinntwicetana), because I'll probably be posting stuff on there in future.

Thank you all once again.

-R :)