~I just want to say thank you all of the readers who have read and reviewed my story and who have put up with me for so long! Thank you! Also, I am sorry it took me so long to post this chapter! School has been murder!~

Disclaimer: I own no one. If I did then Nick and Jeff would have ended up like this.

Warnings: Slash, mentions of sex language, mentions of mpreg, but no actual mpreg.

"Last box," Nick grunted as he dropped it alongside the others.

He plopped down on the couch beside me. I had my head thrown back, resting against the couch, with my eyes closed. I was exhausted.

I stayed at McKinley for my Senior year while Nick attended Dalton. He wasn't happy with me for days after I told him I was staying at McKinley. It was hard for me to continue without Quinn and Finn and well, just everyone in general. But I still had Blaine, Sam, and Artie. I made new friends too. Finn came back to help out Mr. Schue which I thank the Lord above for. Quinn would visit every so often. So, it wasn't that bad.

After we graduated Nick got accepted into Nyada while I got into Julliard for dancing of course. At first we lived in dorm rooms on our campuses. It put a strain on our relationship, only seeing each other on weekends for a short periods of time. We made it through a year before we shared a place with Finn and Puck.

Finn was going to Julliard with me. but for singing. What he really wants to do was be a show choir teacher at high school. Puck was saving up enough money to open his own tattoo shop. They got married right after graduation. It was a small wedding. Everyone from New Directions came, and Mr. Schue and Ms. Pillsbury, now Mrs. Schue, came as well. I was Finn's best man like he asked me to be. It was honor.

Sharing an apartment with Finn and Puck was...interesting. They made love almost every minute of the day and night. And they were not quiet about it like Nick and me were. We tried to take it into consideration that they lived in the apartment too and they didn't want to hear us make love. They were so loud that I am pretty sure that apartments two floors down heard them.

Nick often yelled, "Give it a rest already! It's four in the morning!"

It was awkward, but Nick and me saw a lot more of each other. Sharing a place with Finn and Puck only lasted eight months before we just couldn't stand their loud love making any longer. Nick and me looked high and low for an apartment until we found the perfect one for us. It wasn't too big or too small.

Finn and Puck were too busy to help us unpack, Finn had to learn a new song by Monday and Puck had to work. So we called Sebastian and Dave. Yes, they live in New York too and they are still very much in love. Sebastian is attending a writing school. He's already published his first book and already working on his second. It was a big hit. Dave plays college football, but he really wants to be a sports agent.

They helped us most of the day, before Nick and Sebastian got into a little spat over...You know what? I don't remember what it was over, but it was something silly, I'm sure. I told Dave to take Sebastian home and thanked them for helping us. Dave only smiled and said anytime before carrying, yes carrying, his boyfriend out of our new apartment.

"We still have to unpack everything, Nicky." I stated.

Nick groaned, "Why did you have to say that, Jeffie?"

I sighed, "Come on. Let's get started." I patted Nick's knee and hauled myself up, but Nick grabbed me and pulled me back down, but this time on to his lap.

"Nick," I whined, "We've been moving stuff all day and I'm dirty and stinky."

"I'm going to me make love to you on every inch of this apartment." He whispered into my ear.

I shivered. I wanted to let him make love to me over every inch of this apartment, but we just couldn't right now.

"Sounds good, but not now." I pushed myself up and he groaned.

"I'm going to get gym bag out of my car." I grabbed up my car keys on the way out. My gym bag consisted of the clothes I go to dance practice in.

I walked down three sets of stairs, yes, we are on the in a room on the third floor. Mcfly song! I was excited and Nick teased me about it.

After grabbing my gym bag and locking my car back I jogged up the stairs, excited. Nick and me finally have our own place! When I made it to our apartment the door was open and Nick was waiting for me.

He took my bag out of my hand and sat it down against the wall inside the apartment.

"I'm supposed to carry you across the threshold, right?" He grinned at me.

I rolled my eyes, "You're supposed to carry the bride over the threshold, I'm a guy Nick, and we aren't married."

Nick's grin never faltered, "Humor me."

"Come on." He grabbed my hand.

"Just don't drop me." I begged.

"I won't drop you."

"Promise?"

He chuckled, "I promise I won't ever let you go."

He slipped an arm underneath my knees and another around my back. When he lifted me up my arms flew to his neck and wrapped them around him tightly. I really didn't feel like being dropped right now. I was tired and dirty.

"I am not going to drop you." Nick reassured me as he carried me into our apartment, kicking the door shut, and walked into our bedroom. He sat me down on our bed gently.

Before I could say a word he was on top of me, kissing the crook of my neck.

"Nick," I whined, "Please, stop. We still have so much work to do."

"Later," Nick kissed my throat.

I eventually pushed him off me and sat, much to Nick's dismay. He huffed.

"It's only Friday! We have the rest of the weekend to unpack everything!" He still sat on our bed.

I chuckled at his pouting face.

"Come on Nicky," I bent down and tangled my fingers in his hair, "Let's unpack what we can in the next two hours and tonight...I'll ride your cock." I try to be sexy and I just can't. I'm too shy. I blushed a deep red.

Nick closed his eyes and moaned loudly.

"Okay." He stood up, grabbing my hand tightly and dragged me out of our bedroom.

For the next couple of hours we sorted through box after box. I unpacked everything that goes into the kitchen and bathroom while Nick did our bedroom and living room.

I was putting away the cooking utensils when I felt Nick wrap his arms around my waist.

"I have something to ask you." He said softly in my ear.

"Okay, go ahead." I continued putting things away.

"Jeff, this is really serious. Stop," He took the things from my hand and sat them down in the counter top, "And look at me."

I turned around to face him.

"What is it Nicky?"

Nick had gone pale and he bit his lip nervously.

"Is something wrong?" I asked.

He took a step back from me and I couldn't help but to notice how cold I felt without his body against mine.

"Jeff, we've known each other for a long time."

I nodded, "Since kindergarden."

"Since kindergarden," He repeated, "And we've been dating for a while."

I nodded again, trying to see where Nick was going with this. I came up blank.

"So, I just wanted to…" He trailed off thinking.

"Nicky, what are you trying to tell me?" I was really beginning to get worried. What could have Nick so nervous?

"Dammit this so hard." He raked his fingers through his hair.

He suddenly pulled something out of his back pocket, and he got down on one knee.

"Jeffrey S. Sterling, I love you and I want us to be together always. Will you marry me?" He opened a small black velvet box to reveal a gold band.

Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh! Nick just proposed to me! I always knew we would always be together, that we would get married. But wow, this is so sudden. Well, is it? We've known each other since we were five years old and dated for years.

"Jeff?" I was brought out of my thoughts by Nick. He looked nervous, scared and hopeful all at once.

I jumped on him. Wrapping my arms around his neck, his arms went around my waist as we hit the floor.

"Yes, Nicky, yes, yes, yes!" I exclaimed laying on top of him.

A relieved smile broke out across his face before he leaned up to kiss me.

"I lost you once and now that I have you I am never letting you go again."

Nick still to this day, often wakes up in the middle of the night and looks frantically at my side of the bed to make sure I am still there. He's told me before his greatest fear is losing me again. I always reassure I am here to stay this time. The past is behind us. We have to keep moving forward.

"I love you Nicky. You have no idea how happy I am right now."

"Love you too Jeffie. You've made me the happiest man in the world. I've been carrying this ring around with me for months. I was so scared to ask you and I decided it was now or never. Sorry about asking in our un-packed apartment. I wish it could have been more romantic. I would have take you our to a nice restaurant or something."

"It's perfect. I wouldn't have cared where you asked me. And I suggest, Nicholas, that we go get in the shower so we can go make love endlessly tonight."

"Let's go!" He gently pushed me off him.

"We better make the best of tonight, because there won't be any sex until our wedding night."

Nick blanched, "What?"

I got to my feet and stretched, my shirt rising up a bit. Nick eyed the exposed skin hungrily.

"On second thought. I'm really tired. I think I am just going to take a shower and go to bed." I smirked.

We didn't make it to the bedroom. We made love right there on the kitchen floor, then on the couch, in the shower, and finally on our bed.

Nick sighed happily as he rolled off of me, pulling out of me in the process. If I wasn't tired before I sure am now.

I draped arm over Nick's middle as he pulled me close to him.

"That was amazing." Nick stated.

I have him a huge excited smile.

"I love you." I said as I traced the tattoo up on Nick's left pec. He had gotten my name inked into his skin right after our Junior year.

"I love you too Jeff."

Nick and me went on to get married a year later. Nick graduated from Nyada and does Broadway shows now. I too graduated and now teach a dance class at Julliard. Our lives were good, but as the years went on we felt as though something was missing. That's why five years after we got married we decided that we wanted to adopt. We adopted a three year old girl with bright blonde hair. Her name is Joanna, just like the Mcfly song. We call her Jo for short. She is the most important thing in our lives. She calls me Daddy and Nick is Papa.

We couldn't be happier. Our relationship is stronger than ever, we have careers doing what we love, and we have a beautiful daughter. Our lives were perfect.

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