A/N: So this is it. Last chapter… This fic was all about how they got together. The sequel will be about how they keep it together while trying to accomplish Rachel's dream. All the same good stuff. Good balance of humor/romance/sexy times/drama.

It will be called: Always Remember: Broadway.

I hope you all will follow it and hopefully enjoy it as much as you seemed to enjoy this one. I will be posting the first chapter early tomorrow. Keep an eye out for it. And once again, thank you for reading this fic and all the wonderful reviews you left me. I appreciate every single one of them.


It was Sunday afternoon and Santana had already left after Rachel managed to find the guts to threaten her if she interfered with her other plans. The Latina may have taken the threat well and laughed it off as she left the house, but Quinn wasn't all that amused. "I don't think I have seen you this tense in a long time." Rachel noted as Quinn packed her Cheerio's bag for the next morning. "Are you nervous about anything? Angry?"

Quinn huffed and shook her head. "Maybe just this evening of, what did you call it? Plans of sexual depravity, that I didn't sign up for."

Rachel smiled behind Quinn's back. "I have no plans. At least not for that." Quinn wasn't following but decided her point would get across better if she just kept quiet. "Baby?…Quinn?…" She caught Quinn's hand as she walked by.


"Will you look at me please?" Quinn glanced up to those deep brown eyes but dropped her gaze again when she caught sight of the diva's smirk. "I have plans to take you out this afternoon. I only told Santana that so she wouldn't ruin the day with her mocking jokes." The blonde looked back up to her face and saw the seriousness in her eyes.

"So…you actually are going to take me out on that date you were talking about?"

Rachel smiled and nodded, pulling her girlfriend closer and wrapping her arms around her waist. "I am. I have been planning on it all week, actually. I understood what you were saying about me always turning everything into sex. I don't want you to feel like that is the only reason why I want to date you or that you are just some thing to me. I will admit that I am addicted to you, but I am working on controlling myself. I love you and I want to take you out. So, are you still mad at me?" Quinn shook her head. "Good. So, get dressed." She slapped the blonde on the ass. "Something casual. And we will leave when you are ready."

"Casual, huh? No fancy lunch or dinner?"

Rachel shook her head. "Nope. There is no one to impress today. This is just about me and you, just the two of us." She replied as she left the room for Quinn to get ready. There was a calmness to the diva Quinn hadn't seen in a while. Over the last few weeks, Rachel always seemed like she was pushing for something. Normally sex. But now there was no pressure behind her words or actions. What amazed Quinn the most, was knowing that now that Rachel wasn't pushing for sex, Quinn wanted it more. Maybe Rachel knew that…

Quinn slipped into a pair of her jeans that Rachel praised for the way they hugged her curves, a simple tee-shirt, and a light jacket just in case. Casual. Rachel was already standing at the front door with the car keys in her hand. Quinn reached for them but Rachel pulled them away.

"I'm driving."

The blonde hesitated. "Do you even have a license?" Rachel had never driven anywhere. She even had her dads drop her off at places if Quinn wasn't going.

"Believe it or not, I actually do."

Quinn retracted her slowly and exited the house. Rachel passed her and opened the passenger side door for her. The blonde shot her a questioning look and Rachel rolled her eyes and waved her hand for Quinn to get in.

"Where are we going?"

"You shall see when we get there."

Quinn smile and held back her laugh as Rachel took the next several minutes to adjust the driver's seat, the steering column, the side mirrors, and the rearview mirror before even starting the car. After which, she checked the lights, the indicators, and windshield whimpers systematically.

"When exactly did you get your license?"

Rachel fastened her seat belt and waited for Quinn to do the same. "Dad took me while you were at cheerleading practice Thursday." Quinn raised her eyebrow. "I am a perfectly safe driver."

The cheerleader nodded her head slowly. "Okay. So…you got your license just so you could drive me on this date?" Rachel blushed slightly and bit her lips between her teeth. She was adorable. She was Rachel Berry today, not Lil' Santana. Quinn leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. "That's sweet."

Rachel was right, though. She wasn't a bad drive, just a very cautious driver. Quinn remained oblivious to where they were actually headed because she spent the entire drive hiding her amused grin as Rachel literally counted out the three second complete stop at every stop sign and mentally calculated the distance between them and the cars in front of them. Quinn was even more in love with the brunette by the time they arrived at their destination and Rachel put the car in park and turned off the ignition then she thought was possible.

Rachel took the keys in her hand and looked to Quinn for her approval of her driving skills. The blonde sat for a few silent seconds beaming and shaking her head in Rachel's adorableness. "You are so cute!" Rachel blushed deeper. "But where are we?"

"Come on." Rachel motioned with a jerk of her head to exit the car and met Quinn near the trunk. She popped it open and removed a blanket and a picnic basket.

"Oh my God. You are so sweet, Baby." The diva felt herself blush even more as Quinn hugged her from behind and kissed her cheek. "A picnic. You remembered!" It took Quinn back to the first day of school when she went to Rachel's house for their glee assignment. During that first day they had discussed worst dates and best dates, and somewhere after that discussed, the ideal date. Picnics were romantic and intimate and allowed the date to move at its own pace. There was no waiter constantly asking if the needed anything, interrupting special moments. And movies were a horrible date to go to in Quinn's mind. She wanted to talk to the person she was getting to know, not stare at a screen in dark silence…though there were bonuses to the darkness of movie theaters.

"Of course I remembered." Rachel confirmed shifting the basket into the hand on the arm that the blanket was draped over and taking Quinn's hand in hers, guiding her through the trails at the park.

"I have never been here. How is it someone can grow up in a small town like this and never see all of it?"

Rachel shook her head. "I don't know. I didn't know about it either. When Dad took me to practice for my test I noticed the parking spots and decided to investigate. I followed the trails and found the ideal spot for our very first date…what, three months into our relationship?"

Quinn laughed and gripped the diva's hand in both of hers as they took a turn at a fork in the trail. "Can you believe it has been that long? But then again…so much has happened in that time. It almost seems like it has been even longer. I mean, we were partnered in glee and became friends in, like, a day."

"Yes." Rachel nodded.

"We had our first kiss…drunken kiss the first weekend of school. And your first attempt at getting into my pants."

Rachel blushed. "Yeah..."

"By the second weekend we were dating. I was kicked out. And moved in with you."


"Then your dads met mine, filed for custody, won custody, and you put Finn in his place."

The brunette inhaled deeply. "It has been a very busy relationship. But you also forgot to mention that we almost had the cops called on us, starred in a viral Youtube video, and restructured the popularity hierarchy of McKinley High School."

"How could I forget those things?" The blonde teased as the moved off of the trail.

Rachel shook her head. "I honestly don't know. They were very memorable events. But here we are." Rachel set the basket down and spread the blanket out under a tree that sat on top of a little hill that overlooked a large pond.

"This place is beautiful. I'm surprised no one seems to know about it."

"I would like to keep it that way." The diva commented pulling Quinn down to sit next to her. "The less people know about it, the more we can come here and not be interrupted."

"That is true." Quinn helped pull out the fresh fruit, crackers, and other little snacks. "We wouldn't want that now would we?" She sat Indian style and Rachel laid down, resting her head on Quinn's ankles and basking in the joy of having the cheerleader feed her grapes. "You look comfortable." The blonde replaced the grape with a quick kiss on the diva's lips.

"I am. And you know what else?"

"What?" Quinn popped a kiwi slice into her mouth.

"I am also very much in love with you." The blonde smiled and blushed, turning her head to the side slightly. "Do you know when I figured it out?" She shook her head. "I have known I liked you for a long time, but I knew I was in love with you the day you told me about your biggest fear. It wasn't because of what you said or that I could relate to it. I realized that I couldn't stand to live without you in my life when you rolled over, put your arm around me, and rested your head on my shoulder. I literally lost my breath when you did that. I wanted nothing more than to hold you there forever, but I was too afraid to."

"I actually figured it out before you. Then again, you had complications to deal with when it came to Finn."

Rachel furrowed her brow. "When did you figure it out?"

"You figured it out on a Monday after our first weekend of friendship. I figured it out that Saturday. Granted…I was drowning in denial, but I still knew it. It was after I had asked you what you were going to tell Finn." Quinn explained placing another grape to Rachel's lips. "When you freaked out and sat on the couch. My initial thought was 'If it's that bad don't worry about him. Be with me.' Then I realized what it was I was actually thinking and freaked out myself."


Quinn nodded. "You telling me I was an amazing kisser twice in five minutes kinda helped with the feelings as well. It gave me butterflies and the urge to kiss you again."

"That's funny. We knew we had feelings, strong feelings for each other and it still took us a week to put it all together. I almost didn't even show up at your house that night." Quinn looked down to her girlfriend and furrowed her brow. "Yeah, I was just going to suck up my feelings and let them fester because I was afraid for you. I was driving my dads crazy so Dad insisted that I 'sort out what ever issue it was' that we had. He thought we were…well, I guess we were kind of fighting."

"Kind of." Quinn ran her fingers through Rachel's hair and let the dark locks fall from her fingers onto her lap. "I was just hurt because I knew you wanted what I wanted. But at the same time, in the back of my head, I sort of knew why you weren't pursuing it. It amazes me how many people we have to thank for our relationship though."

"We have people to thank?"

"Yeah. Just think about it. If you hadn't caught Finn's attention, I would have never slept with Puck and never got pregnant. Therefore, I would still be the bitch I use to be, oblivious to how sweet you are. So we have Finn to thank for having a wandering eye and Puck to thank for impregnating me. Then! We have Mr. Schuester to thank for partnering us together. Santana to thank for making us kiss and pulling me out of my denial. Brittany to thank for pulling you out or yours. And Joshua to thank for insisting you go to my house so we could work out our issues."

"I never would have thought of it like that." Rachel chuckled. "Though it is scary to think we would have missed out on this if one of those people had chosen to do something different." Quinn nodded in agreement. "But you are missing some people."

"Am I?"

"Yeah. If your dad hadn't had the affair with the tattooed freak your mother would have never asked you to come back home. That means we wouldn't have had that first weekend together at all. You would have still been living with Mercedes."

"So…I have my mom and my dad…and the tattooed freak to thank for finding my love with you? That is a very, very strange concept."

"But true." Rachel added.

"But true. Wonder if they would see it that way?"

"Uh…probably not. But now that the paper work is final we can always ask…"

Quinn laughed hysterically. "I could imagine my dads face, trying to explain how it is that he is the 'cause' of his daughter finding love with another girl." Rachel smiled as she ran her hands up the cheerleader's legs behind her head. "He would probably be speechless for the first time in his life."

Quinn sighed and caught her breath. "So…I have something to tell you."

"You aren't pregnant are you?"

Quinn burst out laughing again. "What? Not unless there is something you are needing to tell me."

Rachel shook her head. "Just checking. But, anyway, what did you need to tell me?"

"Well," Quinn began shifting her weight indicating for Rachel to sit up. "You had me thinking when you said that you were having trouble re-writing your dream because you didn't know what I was wanting to do." Rachel nodded and smiled with eagerness. "I have come up with a general plan…tentative, but likely."


"And…I'm looking at Fordham University. They have a campus not even a mile from Julliard."

Rachel shot up to her knees and smiled the biggest smile she could manage. "Are you serious? You are coming with me?"

"As long as everything works out…yeah. If I can get in-"

"You will."

Quinn shook her head at her girlfriend's cuteness again. "If I can get in and we are still together. Which!" She cut Rachel off. "Which I believe we still will be, then yes. I am now planning on going to New York with you." Rachel nearly tackled the blonde with a kiss, deepening it in gratitude.

"What are you going to study?" The diva asked moving her kisses down Quinn's neck and pushing her until she laid down on the blanket.

"Social work."

Rachel lifted her head to look into Quinn's eyes. "I think that would be perfect for you."

"I think so too." Quinn agreed running her finger's through Rachel's hair, pushing the strands behind the diva's shoulder as she hovered above her. "Are you planning on having your way with me right here? I thought you said the next fantasy to be fulfilled would be mine."

Rachel shifted her eyes around, making sure they didn't have any unseen company. "Are you saying you've never fantasized about having sex in public? I thought everyone has." She leaned down and captured the blonde's lips in a lingering kiss, just like their first.

When they broke apart, Quinn traced her thumbs over the diva's perfect lips and down her neck. "Luckily for you, I have."

The End!

If you still want more…make sure you check out the sequel. Always Remember: Broadway