We Fall in Love
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters from glee.
AN: More of an epilogue of sorts I suppose. I have really enjoyed writing this story for you guys. You never know, I may write a sequel some time :)
I'm sad it's the end :'(
Thank you for your continued support!
This is for you…
She was sitting at the kitchen table, sipping a coffee, with one eye on Will, who dancing in a dorky adorable way to the radio as he cooked bacon in a frying pan, and one eye on the postcard she held in her hand.
"They're in Australia", she informed him flippantly, not bothering to read about the hot weather and the kangaroos and discarding the postcard onto the pile of old magazines.
She took another sip of coffee.
"I don't want them to come back", she said, matter of factly.
"Well, okay- maybe one day… after I graduate? I would like them to meet you…with me".
He smiled softly at her.
"It's just easier for us when they're not here", she continued, walking over to him to pour some more coffee. "You know I've never seen this mug before in my life!"
"Yeah… I couldn't find your favourite red one…"
She thought for a minute. "I think it's at your apartment".
They shared a shy smile, and his hand slipped round her waist to squeeze her in a one-armed hug.
They both knew that it was more his doing than hers that gradually more and more of her possessions were finding their way into his apartment.
"Well… it's easier now anyway with the glee club looking out for us", he commented. "Would you like ketchup in yours?"
He held her gaze, expectant, and she smiled because he knew her too well.
"Do you ever think it's weird that we've fallen in love?"
"Not weird", he replied, pressing a chaste kiss to her lips, which quickly deepened as she leaned against him.
Coffee and tea combined.
When they pulled apart again, she was looking at him in that way that sent a hot rush through his body, and every defining moment of their relationship jolted through him like an action movie flashback sequence.
And when he spoke, his voice was a little hoarse, and he was already assessing the robustness of the kitchen cabinets in the back of his mind.
"Maybe amazing, perfect… definitely not weird."
She kissed him then, slow and thorough, sliding her tongue lazily between his teeth and over his own tongue, pulling his mouth closer still with her hand in his hair.
His eyes smouldering, and her voice toned with breathlessness, she rested her head on his chest and he discarded the wooden spatula he was holding to enclose her in his arms.
He pressed kisses to the top of her head, and even the simplest gesture of affection from him had her heart racing and her skin prickling with heat.
"We're going to have all of this- one day".
For a minute he wondered what she meant, then realised she was looking about the kitchen, the simple representation of what he too hoped they would share: a pleasant domestic scene.
His grip on her tightened and he pulled her chin up to kiss her hard.
She took that as a definite agreement.
They had to buy gum on the way to school because both their toothbrushes were at Will's apartment.
Quinn was quiet and thoughtful in the car, their (now routine) long and tender morning goodbye kiss four blocks from school, never noticing the gear stick digging into her hip, and the walk into school with Mercedes .
She was planning on how best to tell Will that she intended on turning down the scholarship.
The pride and excitement in his eyes had been genuine, but she just couldn't face the thought of spending prolonged lengths of time without him right there by her side.
"What's up girl?"
She thought about this for a minute, trying to best sum up how she felt.
"I miss him", she said simply, and Mercedes' 'aww-ing' smile also held an element of just awe.
"So… guys, guy? Listen up". Will entered the choir room, kissed Quinn softly on the lips in greeting, and turned authoritatively to the glee club.
The glee club settled down, the noise gradually dying away.
"Sweetie, can you take a seat too?" he asked quietly.
Quinn raised her eyebrows questioningly but slipped off the piano stool beside him to claim the only empty space on the plastic chairs next to Puck.
Puck shot her a 'you guys had sex this morning didn't you?' look, which she pointedly ignored and instead easily turned her attention to Will.
"Guys, in 3 and a half months now …" he winked deliberately at Quinn with an infectious cheeky smile, "… and counting- you will be graduating".
The response was mixed, some cheers, some mutters, but mostly intrigue as to what the punch line was.
For Quinn wasn't the only one to notice the slightly nervous way he was drumming his fingers on the side of his thigh.
"I think it would be great if we all put on a show after finals. We can show everyone what we have achieved- as individuals, and as a team".
"I bagsy a solo", Kurt piped up, and everyone laughed.
Will took a deep breath.
"Now, after that, everyone will be going their separate ways", he was avoiding Quinn's gaze purposefully and she felt a clenching in her stomach. The word 'separate' was so hollow and terrifying: they had to be together.
"As am I".
He paused, taking another deep breath. "I am going to leave this job".
He let this sink in. He knew it didn't really affect them all a great deal, because he was sure they would all be graduating too, even Puck. But he did see them as close as family, and they had all (including him) grown up together since he took over glee club.
The room was silent.
Quinn was shocked, totally incapable of a reply though she desperately wanted to question him.
"Damn Schue", Puck said, good naturedly, breaking the silence, "I wanted you to be here to bash some sense into ma little sister".
He laughed, slightly nervously, because he was suddenly wondering if he should have talked this over with his girlfriend first, who right then looked like she had just seen a ghost.
Truth was he couldn't wait to tell her. And he wanted everyone to know, and the closest to everyone he could tell was the whole of the glee club.
"Why?" Quinn asked, her voice a hushed whisper, and uncertain looks were shared amongst the group. "You love this job… You love it..?"
He smiled ruefully.
"Not as much as I love you Quinn", and it felt so good to tell her this with an audience.
Now they would all know.
She trailed off, and his gaze was so intense.
"We can both follow our dreams", he said, earnestly, and took a few steps towards her.
She opened and closed her mouth, but no sound came out.
He ploughed on, now taking one of her hands from her lap and holding it tightly in his.
"You- you can go to NYU to major in photography because- really- that course was practically designed for you!"
"And you?" She prompted, now standing up herself.
The rest of the glee club were so quiet you could have heard a pin drop.
He smiled slowly.
"You can audition for Broadway", she said, realising. "You never could before because of glee club, and… You can follow your dream".
"Yes I can follow my dream", he said, "But, no".
She could sense her friends leaning forward in their seats.
"No- that's not my dream", he expanded, and oh god that rush when he looked at her and she was all his.
His smile widened. "Your confused face is so cute", he murmured, audible only to her, raising her hand to his lips to place a lingering kiss there.
"Huh?" She repeated, because she really was confused.
"Do you really not see?"
She shook her head.
He took her other hand.
"We're going to move to New York", he said, a sparkle of excitement in his eyes, "I can sell my apartment and sell some of my useless furniture- like that towel rail that isn't even plugged in?"
She nodded, still unsure where he was going with this, but content to stare into his eyes and forget about everything else- carried away with him in that spark of light and hope.
"We can rent an apartment in New York", he continued, ever more earnestly. "Close enough for you to get to classes… I can get a job… " he paused, kissing her lips softly.
"I'm following my dream, because my dream is you", he clarified, as he pulled gradually away. "You are my dream- my future- my everything".
"Oh", she said in a small voice.
And she'd come from having nothing to having everything because of him.
And she wasn't even the slightest bit annoyed that he hadn't consulted her about this previously anymore.
And then she kissed him.
And she pulled him flush against her with a hand on his leg and the other in his hair.
And he moaned into her hot mouth; forgetting about everything except her; entwining their tongues in his favourite dance; grasping her hips just for something to hold on to.
And, to the background of wooping and cheering, they fell in love all over again.
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