Epilogue

Everything hurts. All I can feel is pain. My knee, where the dagger stabbed me, is throbbing just like my head. I can't see anything. It's all just black. My stomach hurt, I recognized the pain of a three broken ribs healing. My back is what hurts the most though. It feels like a laser running through my back. I consider changing my position from wherever I am, but even the thought of moving hurts too much.

My vision starts coming in, blotchy and unhelpful. There's just a splash of light from my right eye or a streak of white from the other. "Quinn?" I can hear voices calling for me. I recognize them, but I can't seem to register who it is.

"Wh—What's happening?" I manage to get out. It sounded so clear when I said it in my head, but it sounds groggy and sleepy when I hear it played back in my ears.

"You're in the hospital." I feel a hand reach out and grab mine, squeezing it hard. It sends a tingle up my spine. It makes me want to smile, but smiling hurts too much. "You've been in a coma for a week."

"A week?" This stirs me awake and my vision starts coming back in full. A week? What's happened to Santana? Is she okay? I need to get out of here and check on her?

I try to move, but the pain holds me back. And that's when it occurs to me what happened before now. I had sacrificed my angel. Am I human? I lift up my arm, bearing through the pain, to stare at the hand that's not being held. I don't look any different of course, but when I flex my fingers ever so slightly it feels different. Blood is coursing through my veins and my heart is beating erratically in ways I've never felt.

"Quinn—Lucy—You shouldn't move," the voice says again. I turn my head to see who is talking to me.

"Santana." The word unconsciously falls from my lips. It's second nature to my tongue to say her name. She looks absolutely perfect. Her jet-black hair is flowing down her back and I desperately want to run my fingers through it. Her eyes look bloodshot and tired. She doesn't have an ounce of make-up on and I swear she's never looked more beautiful.

"Brittany." As the word falls from her lips I feel a sense of dread spread through my body. Brittany. What if she still loved Brittany? What if my sacrifice had done nothing? What if Brittany really had captured her heart in the midst of all of this? "She forced me to drink that love potion." I let out a relieved sigh. At least she remembers. She knows what Brittany has done to her. "I don't know how, but somehow I just… woke up from it a week ago. What did you do?"

"I fixed it."

She smiles. She smiles this miraculous smile that I swear is shining brighter than the sun, than heaven, than anything I've ever witnessed before. She scowls playfully. "Don't think I'm not still mad at you for lying to me." I nod my head solemnly. "Luckily for you, I still love you too much." I can feel my heart beating a little faster as I sigh a breath of relief. She leans in and captures my lips against hers. Everything feels right in the world. Nothing could break the peace and perfection I feel in that moment.

When we separate I feel a certain amount of sadness, but my body is still humming from that kiss. "I love you too, Santana."

"Lucy—"

"Quinn. Call me Quinn," I interrupt. "I want to be called Quinn."

Santana sighs. "I… I can't call you Quinn." She runs a hand through her hair. "I really want to forgive you and go back to the way we were, but I can't. Things are different now. You saved my life, and for that I'll love you forever, but I can't just call you Quinn and pretend you're human and you didn't lie to me."

"But I am human," I reply softly.

"Lucy, just because you say that you're human doesn't make you human," she says gently, rubbing soft circles with her thumb on my arm.

"No, I mean I really am human," I respond. Her eyes widen like a bug's and her thumb stops moving.

"What?" she says, stunned.

"I am human," I repeat.

She physically backs away from me with a surprised and skeptical look. "How is that even possible?"

"The only thing that was powerful enough to break what happened to you was an act of true love. True love demands sacrifice," I explain.

She looks at me with an amused smile on her face. "You basically pulled a "Frozen" on me," she says with a laugh and shining eyes.

"A what?"

She laughs. I have the sudden urge to take her laugh and bottle it up forever so I could listen to it on repeat forever. "A girl that's never seen Frozen? I knew I chose right with you." I don't understand, but I laugh with her anyways. When she stops laughing, I notice her expression change to serious. "You gave up your angel ro me."

"I thought we already went over this," I reply playfully.

"What does that mean for you?"

"It means you," I reply. "For as long as you'll have me."

"Always." I don't remember what happens after that. I only remember the feeling of her lips against my own and the word always bringing me closer to her with every second.

**143**

It's been years since that time. The two of us are still happily together. I'm a junior at Yale and Santana's at NYU. We travel every other weekend to see each other and we video chat most nights.

Both of us applied to the same schools. I didn't get into NYU. Santana was going to come with me to Yale where she got in as well, but I could tell her heart wasn't in it. She was coming for me, but she'd wanted to go to NYU since she was a kid. Just because the two of us are together, doesn't mean we're not still independent. In the end I told her to do what was best for her, not us. I think it works better this way. I hate the distance between us when all I want to do is hold her tight every second of every day, but we have to branch out and grow into our own people.

Sam and Mercedes broke up a long time ago. They decided the summer of senior year that they loved each other, but neither of them would survive the long distance relationship since Mercedes was headed off to California to start her new label and Sam was going to New York to become a model.

I still see Sam once a month. Other than Santana, he's my best friend in the world. He makes me laugh and we can bond over a lot of things. It's difficult to meet sometimes because he's actually made it fairly big in the modeling world so his schedule is jam packed, but we still manage to find mutual times.

When I woke up, Michael came to me one last time as a favor to a friend. He told me that everything is the way it was meant to be in Santana's life, which gave me some peace of mind. He also told me that he might've wiped Brittany's memory of the demon. She still remembers loving Santana and all those ups and downs, but anything having to do with the demon has been erased from her memory.

Another good thing that happened, back in senior year Brittany finally got herself diagnosed. She had obsessive love disorder. Once she figured that out the doctor gave her some new medication to deal with that so now she's just like any other human.

She even has a thriving and successful love life now. It turns out, Sam and her always had a bit of a connection. Brittany, who had been back up dancing for Beyoncé, was passing through New York where she met up with Sam. According to him, they've been happy ever since. I still worry for him from time to time, but I've been informed that they're soul mates.

Kitty moved away when Beth did. She's now living in Washington D.C. Beth is still a l kid, but apparently on the one-way path to becoming a successful politician.

Kitty has finally come to accept my relationship with Santana and we still meet up for coffee every once in a while when she's got the time. She keeps me informed on what little she's allowed to reveal to me. I can tell she still worries for me, but I assure her I'm all right. I'm with Santana and I've never been happier.

Finn Hudson, after his association with the demon, is actually doing pretty well. He's become a teacher, if you can believe it, for the Glee club. He also teaches history. He's not going to win any teacher of the year awards, but the kids like him or so I hear.

Santana is perfect, as always. It took her a little time to get used to me at first and forgive me, but eventually we both decided we'd "start over" and we've been going strong ever since.

She and Brittany still talk every once in a full moon, but Santana has never forgiven her for what she did and probably never will. She has, however, grown close to Kurt who she lives with in a spacious loft down in New York for a reasonable rent.

She's getting her major in law and she's taking some dance classes on the side. She still sings every other Thursday at a small little bar where's she's become locally famous. She hopes to become famous some day, but she doesn't care if it's for singing, dancing, or law.

Me? I've never been better. It took a little time, but I got adjusted to living life as a human and I'm still trying to figure out my place in the world, but I have faith I will come to it in time.

I legally changed my name to Lucy Quinn Fabray, but I still go by Quinn. Lucy is and always will be a part of who I am, but Quinn is who I am now. And Quinn is all I want to be associated with.

I'm thriving at Yale and I've made new friends, friends who know nothing of my past. They only know me as Quinn now. I've joined Yale's GSA. I'm majoring in writing and journalism. Maybe some day I'll even write down our story, under fiction of course.

The two of us are happy. We've never faltered, not even for a day. We've had our fights, she's still Santana after all, but for every fight is a greater make up and strengthening in our relationship (and also really great make-up sex).

She still drives the motorcycle I bought her when I asked her out to prom and I'm still driving "Mini-Luce" which has apparently grown on her over the years.

Yesterday was our five-year anniversary. She said she had something special planned. We went to a to-die-for, make-a-reservation-a-year-in-advance restaurant and took me to see Wicked on Broadway. Afterwards we went back to her place and cuddled. Completely out of the blue, she asked me to marry her. She pulled a box out of her pocket and opened it up for me to see. She said that, maybe not now, but someday she plans to marry me. So we might as well get engaged now.

So we've gone from angel to assignment, to her hating me, to being friends, to a real relationship, to her hating me again, to me being a human, and back to us being together again. We've been to hell and back together.

"Stop thinking so loud," she says drowsily, waking up from a long night's rest (which was desperately needed after last night's intense sex session).

"I'll do whatever I please," I respond teasingly.

She groans and opens her eyes. "I love you. You know that, right?"

"Not half as much as I love you."

"Not possible."

"Possible." She laughs and kisses me. It's only a peck, but it makes me light headed.

"I'm going back to sleep," she grunts. She turns onto her back and falls asleep within seconds. With the way the light is shining on her, I swear she looks like an angel. My angel.

Really cheesy ending. Not giving a shit because you know what, this story needed a happy, cheesy ending. I really hope you guys enjoyed all of that and the story is officially over! It's taken over a year, but it's happened and I hope you all enjoyed it.

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Being the author I am, I'm never done writing. Somebody's given me a prompt so I'm going to be writing a story called "Fix You" for Jade/Tori from Victorious next. After that (maybe even as I write that?) I might even start a new Quinntana story. Look out for it. It's definitely going to be supernatural. It'll probably be called "Cupid's Arrow," "Love Bites," or "The 7 Deadly Sins." But I make no guarantees about anything I've said in this last paragraph.

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