Two years later...

"Why do you have to own so much stuff, Q?" Santana's voice and subsequent sigh echoed through the apartment and the blonde grinned, sticking her head out of the bedroom door to see the brunette hauling in another cardboard box.

"It's not that much," she countered, and Santana shot her a disbelieving look as she passed, on her way to the kitchen, which was what the box was labelled with.

"Seriously? Come here." Quinn followed the sound of the brunette's voice into the kitchen, down the hall from the bedroom, to find her girlfriend standing in the centre of the open plan kitchen/living area, which at that moment was littered with about seven boxes already. "Look at that. That is a lot of stuff."

"Is not."

"Uh, yes it is. Judy," Santana collared Quinn's mom as the blonde woman came through the doorway with another box. "Doesn't she have an excessive amount of boxes?"

"Yes."

"Mom!"

"What? I'm only being honest. I swear you've gained double the amount of things in the last year…"

"Why does everyone always have to gang up on me?" Quinn pouted, but it only served to make Judy shake her head and Santana laugh.

"It's because it's so damn entertaining," Maribel Lopez added, her husband in tow, three boxes in their arms between them. "There, I think that's it."

"Now we just need to put it away," Santana mused, looking around thoughtfully, no doubt wondering where everything was going to fit.

"Ah, but that's a job for the two of you, not the rest of us," the brunette's father spoke up, his eyes twinkling. Dr Lopez always made Quinn nervous – he'd always been intimidating, on the few occasions that she'd seen him during her and Santana's high school years, but now that she was dating his daughter? Now he was a lot more intimidating.

"You're not even gonna help a little?" Santana asked.

"Nope. We will take you out for some food though before we leave. Do you want to ask your friends if they want to come, too?" Maribel's voice was warm, and Quinn was the one to answer.

"Yeah, I'll go see them now." She left Santana with Judy and her parents and made the short trip from their apartment to the one across the hall, where Brody and Rachel had moved in last week. It had taken a good three months of searching to find apartments that were both affordable and close to each other in the city, but they'd managed, eventually.

Quinn had graduated from Yale with near perfect grades, and was going on to start an additional year of study at Columbia. Santana was in her second year of training to become a dance teacher having finally decided what she wanted to do with her life. Brody had been on Broadway for a year, having gotten the role in West Side Story during his senior year, and both Rachel and Kurt were just starting out, with both having an endless list of auditions.

"Hey," Rachel opened the door after the blonde had knocked twice, a huge smile on her face. "You all moved in?"

"Not exactly, but we're gonna go and get some food if you want to join us?"

"I'll just go and ask the boys, if you want to come in?" Quinn shut the door behind her with a gentle click and padded into the apartment beyond. It was two bedrooms, unlike hers and Santana's – Kurt and Blaine (with who he'd gotten back together with during his second year at NYADA, when Blaine had also moved to New York), had one, and Rachel and Brody the other.

Even though the four of them had only been there a week, it was difficult to tell that – the whole place was already decorated to the max, and looked well and truly lived in. Blaine and Brody were sat side by side on the couch when the blonde made it to the living room, and both waved in greeting when they noticed her.

"Kurt's just in the shower but when he's done we'd love to come with you," Blaine said with a smile, and Brody nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, food is good."

"Cool. We'll meet you in the hall in… fifteen minutes?"

"I'll walk you out," Rachel murmured when they were all in agreement, her hand warm on the small of the blonde's back as she guided her back to the door. "It's weird, isn't it?" She asked as they paused in the doorway.

"What is?"

"Just being here. I mean, we're not in college any more, we're starting careers, we're moving in with our partner's… I don't know," the brunette shrugged. "I don't feel old enough for it all, somehow."

"Yeah, I know what you mean. But it's nice for us all to be together. And anyway, we've technically all lived together before."

"Well, I guess, but still. It feels different. But at least," the brunette's eyes sparkled as they met the blonde's, "I don't have to worry about walking in on you and Santana having sex ever again."

"I make no promises," she grinned as she slid out of the door, heading back across the hall. She went to the bedroom first to make herself more presentable – after a two day long road trip up to New York from Lima with her belongings from home she was feeling a little gross and was sure that she didn't look her best.

Santana was already in there, checking her make-up in the mirror on the vanity table set up in one corner. The brunette had moved in when Rachel and Brody had, when the lease on the loft had run out, so had already unpacked all of her own stuff, along with some of Quinn's that the blonde had dropped off on her way back from Yale to Lima.

"Hey," the brunette smiled softly when she noticed the blonde standing behind her, turning to pull her into her arms and pressing their lips together gently. "Freaking out yet?"

"And why would I do that?" She looped her arms around the brunette's neck and stepped closer so that they were chest-to-chest. Things hadn't always run smoothly with them over the last two years, especially with the distance factor, but they'd come through it all stronger on the other side.

"It's a big step, moving in together," the brunette shrugged, and Quinn swore that she saw a flash of insecurity in the brunette's eyes.

"I know, and it's one that we decided on together, isn't it?"

"Yeah, but I just wanted to make sure." Quinn rolled her eyes and kissed the brunette again, taking her bottom lip between her own and feeling a content sigh escape the other woman as her hands tightened at the blonde's waist.

"I love you," she reminded her when they parted, and the smile on Santana's face was radiant. "So much."

"And I love you."

"Girls?" Maribel's voice filtered through the closed bedroom door, interrupting the moment. "Are you both ready?"

"Yeah, Mom," Santana called back, stepping away from the blonde but grabbing for her hand. "We'll be out in a sec."

"Let me just get changed," the blonde murmured, stepped away from Santana after kissing her cheek gently. She could feel the brunette's eyes on her as she stripped off her t-shirt, exchanging it for a clean one, and then changing her shoes, too. "Presentable enough?"

"You look perfect."

A/N: Okay, so this is pretty short, and I could have easily carried on writing for pages more, but I think it works okay as it is. I know a few people said they wanted to see their life a few years into the future, and I always had that idea, too. I did want to include a scene with Quinn and Russell, but I don't think it would have fit very well as a flashback here.

I'm not sure what's next for me, but it probably won't, at this stage, be another Quinntana story. I do want to write one of them in high school, perhaps, but that might not be for a while - there are a few other fandoms I want to dabble in first, though.

Finally I just want to again thank everyone who has reviewed, favorited, and alerted this story, it means so much to know that you enjoyed the journey of Quinn and Santana, and I hope you like where it ended up.

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