A/N: This is the sequel to Love Me Any Less. You don't have to read it to follow, but if you want background info that will smooth things out, you may want to browse thtough it.

For the link to Love Me Any Less you can just check otu my profile page.

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"Alright. You are all set." Joshua Berry informed his daughter who stood wrapped tightly in her other dad's arms. He shut the trunk of the car and sorrowfully made his way to the teary pair, wrapping his arms around them both. "Unless, of course, you chose to stay. I mean, it's not uncommon for high school graduates to take a year off from school before venturing into the college setting."

"Especially when that college is all the way in New York." Michael added pulling the two closer.

Rachel hesitated before loosening her grip on the two men and backing away a step. She wiped the tears from her eyes and attempted her optimistic posture and presence. "I have a timeline I must stick to if I wish to accomplish all of my goals in life. Everything is all planned out and allotted its own specific time frame. Besides," She shrugged and pushed her hair behind her ears. "I'm not alone in that decision."

The two men clung to each other and witnessed their little girl taking the first big step into adulthood. "Where is Quinn, anyway?" Michael asked.

Rachel made a faint attempt to point back to the house. "Saying goodbye to Brittany and Santana."

As if on cue, the newly former Head Cheerleader emerged from the Berry House, dragging Brittany along as the ditzy blonde clung to her shoulders. "Santana, a little help here," Quinn motioned to the attached girl.

"What are you wanting me to do, Q? Hold on to your leg?" Quinn stopped and stared at the Latina in confusion. "I don't exactly want you trudging all the way to New York either."

Once the blonde's shock faded she forced herself to hold back her smile and laughter at the fact Santana Lopez was actually getting teary eyed. "San, this isn't goodbye goodbye. This is more of an 'I'll see you later' goodbye."

"Five months to be exact." Rachel added. "We will be back for Thanksgiving." Quinn pointed to the pintsize diva and nodded her head in agreement.

"But why the hell do you have to leave so soon?" Santana pouted just shy of stomping her foot.

"We already have an apartment. I don't think it would be beneficial to pay rent for an apartment we are not living in."

Santana relented and pulled the sobbing blonde off of Quinn only to have her run and attach herself to Rachel. "No, B. Rachel is leaving too." The diva's tears resumed as Santana pulled Brittany away again. The last two years had given Rachel ever reason to dread this moment. Before, it was only depressing to think of leaving her fathers. But now, she was leaving friends too, real friends. It was only the fact that Quinn was coming with that kept her strong and true to her dreams.

"Come on, Babe." Quinn kissed Rachel's temple indicating it was time to say their last farewells and collect their last hugs. She was going to have to feed off of the blonde's strength for this.

"Two years." Michael said as he took Quinn in his arms and squeezed her firmly. "You have been with us for only two years but it feels like you've always been there. I love you, Miss Thing. You always remember that."

"I love you too, Michael." A rare tear fell from her eye but she quickly wiped it away as he let her go.

Now it was Joshua's turn. He was trying to fight back the tears and remain composed, but Quinn had learned his telltale signs long ago. "You keep her in line, okay?"

Quinn nodded and hugged him before heading to the driver's side of the car. "As much as I can at least."

"It's not that hard, Q." Santana remarked as she took her place next to Rachel's dads, Brittany wrapped in her arms. "If Berry gets out of line, just withhold."

"Hey! Don't give her any ideas." Rachel warned from the passenger's seat and began to close the door.

"Giving her ideas would be to tell her if withholding takes too long and she needs faster results, just work you up and leave you there until you agree." The diva's mouth dropped open in horror of the idea.

"That would work faster." Michael commented as Joshua just shook his head, turning it to feign ignorance of the topic.

They all waved their last goodbyes as Quinn pulled away from the only real home she had ever known. She could do this, leave them, because she needed to be there for Rachel. When they stopped at the first stop sign, she thought Rachel was either going to jump out of the car and run back, or order her to turn the car around. Fearing for the brunette's strength, Quinn reached over and took her small hand in hers, bringing it to her lips, and kissed it tenderly. "Broadway." She said, squeezing her hand lightly. "Always remember: Broadway."

The big chocolate eyes met her with a smile of gratitude. "Broadway…"

"And to keep you occupied until we get there," Quinn took the convenience of their first red light to find the map of New York City. "I want you to know every street by the time we arrive. I'm not looking forward to trying to navigate city traffic while also trying to find our apartment building."

The diva took the map and scoffed. "Ever heard of GPS? It is a wonderful invention that has made these," she shook the map, "obsolete."

"Yeah. I loved it until it told me to take a left," she shook the map, mocking Rachel, "off a bridge. I would prefer to be prepared. You do have the address for the apartment, right?"

Rachel fumbled around in her bag and pulled out the notebook that outlined her dreams in very specific detail. "Right here. Dad did tell you about it, right?"

"Uh, yeah. He said it was in a decent neighborhood. It's on the third floor just like you have always wanted. He said it was small, one bedroom, but had everything we would need but a sofa or chairs. Newly renovated. And that the…landlord would be meeting us there so we can sign some papers, which is why we had to leave so damn early. And I know…language." The car fell silent, causing Quinn to look to her girlfriend in concern. "What?"

The diva shook her head. "Nothing. I'm just surprised you kept listening after he said it was one bedroom."

Quinn rolled her eyes and rested her hand high on the brunette's thigh. "I had to concentrate really, really hard to do it though. He also said our bed was suppose to be delivered by today. Maybe we can break it in tonight."

It was Rachel's turn to roll her eyes. "Are you always this horny?"

"Baby, we've been dating…no, scratch that…we've been living together for two years now. And you still haven't figured out the answer to that question? Huh?" She squeezed the thigh in her hand playfully. "Besides, you are so much worse than me."

"Excuse me, but I am trying to read a map. And you, should be watching the road."

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"Which way?" Quinn shouted.

"I said left!"

"No, you said turn on to-" A car horn and a rude comment cut her off.

"Yeah? Fuck you too, buddy!" Rachel screamed, turning around in her seat to glare at the driver in the car behind them.

Quinn's frustration faded as she held in her laughter. "Getting in touch with your inner New Yorker, Rachel? I'm surprised you didn't give him the finger too." She didn't even have to look to know the brunette was giving the finger, just not at the car behind them. "Put that away. We'll use it later."

"You are unbelievable."

"Of course I am. I'm Quinn Fabray, but you don't love me any less. Now, which way after this left?"

Rachel checked the map again. "Down three blocks then another left. After that, it will be on the right."

"Thank you."

"Whatever…You need to get over your GPS issues because we are not doing this again." Rachel folded up the map and buried it in the glove compartment. Hopefully, never to be seen again.

Rachel's bad mood had dissipated as they pulled up to the apartment building. She beamed and nearly jumped out of the car before Quinn could even put it in park. The neighborhood was indeed nice. Rachel had her small shops on street level, lining the block, and was nearly skipping down the street to see them.

"Miss Berry?" A tall man, about 50 with fading white hair asked Quinn and she shook her head. "Then, Miss Fabray?" She nodded and accepted his outstretched hand. "I am Richard Weston. It is a pleasure to finally meet you. As you know Mr. Berry had provided all the necessary deposits already, so we just need to sign the papers. I can show you inside. I left everything in the apartment."

Quinn nodded before her eyes began their search for Rachel. She was already across the street gazing into the shop windows. "Rachel? Business first, play time later." The tall man gave a questioning look over the rim of his glasses. "She's very excited." Quinn offered as an explanation before Rachel joined them and entered the building.

"Right. So, you are on the third floor. The elevator isn't working right now. Leo is working on it. Hopefully he will have it running soon. This is your place. Leo lives there, and it is just the three of you up here. The rest of the renovation isn't finished yet."

He opened the door and Rachel rushed right to the window to gage the view. Quinn took her time trying to act more like an adult so the man wasn't scared off too quickly. The kitchen was to the immediate left and had an open floor plan that extended into the small living area. Rachel was perched in the center of three high windows. "Good view?" Quinn asked. Rachel beamed and nodded her head frantically before gazing out over the neighborhood again.

"The bedroom and bathroom are to the right. The bed was delivered yesterday. Leo put it in the there for you already. And the bathroom," He pushed past Quinn to open the door for her. "He just finished it. All new tiles, tub, and toilet. He did a wonderful job. And now, if we could get Miss Berry's attention, we can sign the lease."

It was easier said then done. Quinn literally had to hold the ecstatic diva around the waist to get her to stay still while the man ran through everything and then pulled her to the door to see him out before she slipped from Quinn's grasp.

"Again, if you need anything, just let me know, or just knock on the door there. He's a very nice man. Always willing to help."

"Thank you Mr. Weston. Have a good evening." She closed the door behind him and began her short search for Rachel. "Babe?…"

She bounced out of the bedroom. "I. Love. It. Can we go see the shops?"

Quinn smiled but shook her head. "Let's unload the car before it gets dark and then we can go exploring. Maybe someone will be hiring, because now that we have this dream apartment of yours…we need to be able to pay for it." She wrapped her arms around the brunette's waist and stole a kiss from her lips. "I don't think I have told you how much I love you yet today."

"No, but you have managed to tell me how much I love you. It was beginning to feel a little one sided, if you ask me."

Quinn nuzzled the shorter girl's neck. "Well, I love you very, very much. And tonight…I'm going to show you just how much."

"Are you?"

"I am. Because not only do we have a new apartment to christen and a new bed to break in, but there are no neighbors either."

"Horndog." Rachel commented as she pulled herself from Quinn's arms.

"It's your own fault." The blonde smacked the diva's ass as she walked by. "I was never like this until we started dating."

By the girl's fourth trip up the stairs from the car, Rachel was starting to second guess her choice of a third floor apartment. "Remind me to let Leo, or what ever his name is, know that I would greatly appreciate it if he could hurry his endeavors into fixing the elevator instead of retiling bathrooms."

Quinn set the last box against the wall and wiped the beads of sweat from her forehead. "I am actually quite thankful for that bathroom. At least I know a million other butts haven't sat on the seat of the toilet or peed in the shower."

"Mmm…good point. Perhaps I should make him a batch of my famous 'Thank You' cookies."

Quinn rested against the counter top and allowed Rachel to wrap her arms around her in a loose hug. "Or…maybe we could introduce people to your crazy slowly."

"I'm offended by that." Rachel pulled away and walked towards the door. Quinn followed.

"No you're not. You know it's true. So, lets go explore your New York shops…and find jobs."