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A/N: So it's Faberry Week on Tumblr, and these are my contributions to that. To all of you who are following my other stories, I apologize profusely. I really am trying to get some more things written for them. I know I've been promising a sequel to Beautiful Lost Girl for some time now, but I swear I am working on it. The next chapter of You Can Do Better is almost finished, and hopefully I can find some more time to work on it after Christmas and all the retail madness that is my life subsides. For those following the Faberry Week stuff, I'm not doing all the prompts. This is Day Two, I'll have another for Day Three up in a minute, and then I've got one more that is going to cover Day Four, Six, and Seven. All unrelated one-shots.
Day Two: Fababies
Quinn and Rachel Fabray-Berry, or Faberry, as the paparazzi called them, were in the upper echelon of A-list power couples. Before their 25th birthdays, they had fifteen major awards between them, Oscars, Tonys, Grammies, Emmys, Golden Globes. The garish wedding special that they let their managers talk them into was watched by over 30 million people worldwide. A small, intimate ceremony for friends, family, and Glee Clubbers was held the week before in Fiji, they managed to keep it under wraps until afterwards. They were the lesbian power couple, having long since over taken Ellen and Portia.
On her 26th birthday, Rachel announced to the world that she would be taking an extended leave from the stage "in order to experience the miracle and wonder of childbirth." They spent months pouring over potential donors who bore physical resemblance to Quinn in hopes that the baby would look like both of them and finally settled on one. It took four tries at implantation before they successfully got Rachel pregnant; fortunately the couple had money to burn. Nine months of a pregnant Rachel wasn't something that Quinn was eager to experience a second time but in late May, when their son Maxwell Oliver Fabray-Berry, Max to his family and "The Fababy" to the press, was born it was all worth it. He looked like they'd hoped he would, honey blonde hair and a demure nose like Quinn with Rachel's cheekbones and big expressive brown eyes. People Magazine paid two million dollars for the first pictures of the boy, most of which was given as gifts to Kurt and Blaine and Brittany and Santana so that their friends could fulfill their dreams of having families of their own… whenever they were ready.
Shortly after Max's first birthday, the AMA approved a method of genetic manipulation that would take an egg from one woman and use the genetic material to create sperm with the same DNA sequence to implant in another woman. As soon as she heard, Rachel knew what she wanted for Christmas: Quinn pregnant with her baby. The procedure cost an ungodly fortune but they didn't care and in exchange for pimping out the service in every interview they did over the next year, Rachel managed to get the clinic to do it for Brittany and Santana at no charge. Since the process to convert sperm into an egg was proving harder to make viable, Kurt and Blaine had opted to adopt. They brought home a baby boy of their own, whom they named Rory, about two months before Quinn's due date.
When Harmony Hilla Fabray-Berry entered the world The Catholic Church called her an abomination against God. The girls were incensed that The Church would make political hay over their daughter, but it was Rachel's childhood rabbi, Elliot Greenberg who would hit back at them in an op-ed that would run first in the local Lima paper and would eventually be picked up by the New York Times. It praised the ingenuity of the human spirit over coming all obstacles, naming the scientists credited with this breakthrough specifically and closed by saying, "Harmony Hilla Fabray-Berry, her first name invokes the beauty of many voices coming together to make music, her middle name mean 'radiant light.' To anyone who would demean this beautiful little girl because of her parentage or the method by which she came to be in this world, I would remind you that God in His infinite wisdom commands us to be fruitful and multiply; He was non-specific as to how we should accomplish this, and in the end we would do well to remember the wise words of two year old Maxwell Fabray-Berry who said, 'She's my sister. I love her.'"
It was the first but certainly not the last time that Max would stick up for Harmony… The Fababies had to stick together, after all.
The Church was curiously mute when Sugar Lopez-Pierce was born five months later.