Alternate ending can be found on AO3, by request of my girlfriend who this story was for. This one was more for you guys based off of reviews, so I hope you enjoy~

Two years later...

"Thank you for taking the time to meet me before your flight, Quinn."

"It's not a problem for us, Tina. Thank you for taking care of everything with the book while we're away." Quinn said, quietly thanking Santana as the brunette helped her take her seat. Santana propped the blonde's cane against their luggage before sitting herself.

Tina nodded, smiling and looking between the two. "The critics are raving about the new book, Quinn. You're going to be selling these out faster than any of the Misery novels."

Quinn leaned forward, accepting the first print of her new book. It was the rewrite of the manuscript Rachel forced her to burn, Fast Cars. It was much better than the first draft in her opinion and she couldn't have been more happy with the end result.

They chatted for a few more minutes about the book before Quinn and Santana's coffees arrived, the waitress that brought them seemed to recognize Quinn immediately. The young blonde raved about her books before mentioning she had a friend who was a huge admirer of the Misery novels. Quinn chuckled nervously and found Santana's hand under the table.

"Well... That was fun. Anyway, now that the business talk is out of the way... How are you two doing?"

A smile twitched to life on Quinn's lips and she took a small sip of her coffee. She had never been happier. Her legs were still giving her some problems but she was able to walk with assistance from Santana and her cane.

She and the brunette lived in Quinn's cabin part of the year and Santana's home, in town, for the rest of it.

Shortly after she filed for divorce, her parent's had disowned her. It had stung emotionally but otherwise hadn't affected her much. She had rarely seen them and she hadn't been dependent on their wealth for years.

It had hurt though, when she found out that they had apparently stayed close with Finn, even after it came out that he had been sleeping around with multiple women.

"We're wonderful, never been better." Santana said, squeezing Quinn's hand under the table as the blonde nodded in agreement.

"I can tell, you're both glowing." Tina said, her smile broadening, "Especially you, Quinn."

"I have been known to have that affect on women." Santana said with a wink, making Quinn swat at her playfully.

Santana blinked and glanced toward her carry on as her phone buzzed loudly, "I'll be back." She said, getting up to go stand just outside of the small sitting area of the restaurant they had met up at.

"Nicely done, Quinn. You really do plan everything perfectly, don't you?" Tina said, shaking her head as she slipped a small box across the table. The blonde snatched it up quickly before tucking it inside her purse.

"I do." She said, flashing the darker haired girl a toothy smile.

"So, where do you plan on asking? Are you going to be a complete cliche and do it on the beach?" Tina asked, raising a brow in amusement.

"Well, we are going to Hawaii."

Tina shook her head and the two of them turned their attention toward Santana as she huffed loudly and pinched the bridge of her nose.

"No, Brittany... You should not be giving Emma chocolate syrup. Because it isn't good for her and she is not going to want to go to sleep tonight."

Quinn shook her head, hoping sincerely that this was Brittany's distraction and that she hadn't actually given Emma chocolate syrup.

"How is she doing?" The publicist asked, a small frown playing at her lips.

"She's doing really well. She teaches dance classes one town over and words part time at the local diner. The commute has been a little problematic for her but she's figuring it out."

"Good, I'm glad."

Quinn made small sound of agreement and continued to watch the brunette talk, now in a much quieter voice. "Honestly, that whole experience has left me stronger."

Tina nodded, "You can tell, especially in your new book. Have you ever considered writing about what happened?"

Quinn nodded and moved her eyes back toward the other woman. They widened and stared passed her shoulder as something caught her attention. Her heart began to race as a brunette in a waitress uniform walked toward them.

"Quinn?"

"I-I don't know. I mean, I've considered it but it's not just my story."

Her throat tightened as the other woman continued to approach, Rachel's cold eyes flashing in her mind.

Tina cleared her throat, successfully reclaiming Quinn's attention. "That's understandable. In any case, the new book is fantastic."

Quinn was about to respond when someone paused beside their table, the blonde raised her eyes slowly.

She was relieved to find that the brunette standing over her looked nothing like Rachel up close.

"Quinn Fabray?"

The blonde nodded dumbly, reaching for her coffee to take another sip and willing her hand to not shake in the process.

"Uhm, excuse me... I couldn't help myself, my friend brought over your coffee and came back all excited... I just had to come over myself. Could I have your autograph?" The girl asked shyly, holding up a pad of paper and a pen.

Quinn nodded with a nervous smile, "Of course! I'm really glad to hear that you like my work." She said, accepting the items from the younger woman so that she could sign for her. "What's you name sweetheart?"

"Marley, Marley Rose." The younger woman said, ducking her head as a blush darkened her cheeks. "Thank you so, so much. I can't believe this is happening!"

"It's no problem. Thank you for supporting me and my work, Marley." Quinn said, capping the pen as she finished her signature.

"I've often been called your biggest fan."

Quinn's head shot up at those words and she had to blink several times to make sure that the woman standing in front of her was not Rachel.

Tina was about to ask if the blonde was alright when Santana reappeared.

"Mmm. You know, I believe another brunette already holds that title." She said, winking at the doe eyed girl as she placed a comforting arm around her girlfriend's shoulders.

Quinn blinked, smiling up at the other woman as she nodded in agreement. She quickly passed Marley back her paper and pen as Santana reclaimed her seat.

"Yes, she most certainly does."

x

If I can't have you no one can
You'll stay with me among the damned
To keep you warm, I'll hold you tight
The fragrance of a graveyard night
Will remind us of unending love
& I'll forgive you chosen one...

x

Fin.