I own nothing. Glee is propert of Ryan Murphy.
Nine years later, Harmony Berry-Fabray stood on a chair to reach the top of the bookshelf. Like Quinn, she loved to read. Like Rachel, she was never tall enough to reach the books. When she was little, she was a pretty smart child. She would notice things like how calm and gentle Quinn was, bringing serenity when she was home. She was really peaceful, and later when she asked about it, she said it was because she was finally happy. So Harmony decided she resembled the moon. Rachel, no matter where she was, would pull attention. Many people would watch her and whisper. Harmony decided that Rachel shined very brightly, so she would be a star.
She told them about this, and for a while, she called them moon and star. And they absolutely loved it. Quinn saddened a little when she grew up and wanted to just call them mom, like everyone else. Rachel wouldn't have any of it. She once let slip a mom on Rachel's direction, and she frowned and say, Just call me Star. I finally am one and it's not for you to forget!
She finally gave up, and now she just called them by their names, because they refused to be called mom. But sometimes, when she wanted to ask permission for something or simply felt like making her mom's smile, she would call them moon and star.
Harmony sipped on her morning tea-and-honey, and started with the brand new book Quinn had started writing just a couple of months ago, and had finished in record time, almost as if she already knew the story. It was about a girl who went through so much that she lost her grip and spiraled down. She smiled at the Special thanks to section, where Rachel and her appeared over everyone.
To my wife Rachel, the only one who will ever own my heart.
To my daughter Harmony, the music that filled my life at last.
She was merely on page three when the phone rang. She frowned, and let it ring for a while hoping that her moms would get it. But the phone just kept ringing, so she got up and went to the kitchen to answer it.
''Hello?''
''Ohmygod, someone answered-'' said a female voice, followed by several high-pitched squeals. ''Is Rachel there? Rachel Berry, I can't believe you got her phone, I-''
Harmony distanced the auricular and took a deep breath before speaking in a confused tone. ''Sorry, who?''
''You know, Rachel Berry? The one on Broadway? The one who won about three Emmy's? Duh! We love her so much, please!'' several teen voices spoke up at the same time, and Harmony couldn't make out a single word before Rachel appeared. She walked to the phone with a huge smile plastered on her face, and took it from Harmony.
''It's okay, sweetie. My agent monitors these calls so the fans won't flood our phone, but sometimes some pass unnoticed. One call won't be a problem. Besides, I love hearing about my fans.'' She proceeded to chit-chat with the enthusiastic teenagers, who all but yelled in excitement every time she spoke, delighting the diva.
Rachel Berry was a well-known name on the theatre society. Her Barbra Streisand ways and her natural acting, dancing and singing talents, which just got better and better, took her to fame in almost no-time, and she had been the star of the moment for almost a year when she produced with Quinn her own full-length musical -in which she starred-, Get It Right, leading her straight to the top. While the Rachel Berry fever had died a little and she took longer breaks since she got married and Harmony was born, she still was an active, devoted artist and had one of the most supporting fandoms for her acceptance and being one of the strongest leaders and creators of several anti-bullying programs and organizations.
Harmony heard footsteps going down the stairs, and Quinn showed up just as Rachel excused herself and hanged up. Quinn frowned at her.
''Who was that?''
''Oh, just a fan call that Greg probably didn't notice. '' Rachel noticed the dirty pile of dishes from the night before towering on the sink. She wrinkled her nose and started cleaning up. 'We're really lucky to have him; since my number got out people are going crazy trying to contact me. If it weren't for him…''
''Rachel, don't you ever stop? It's Sunday, for crying out loud! Can't you just forget about your diva for one day?'' Quinn put her hand on her hips, and Rachel turned to stare at her.
Harmony was just plain scared. Her moms almost never fought. And normally it builds gradually, when just yesterday they were laughing contently around the dinner table. And she had never seen Quinn shout at Rachel like that.
''What's wrong with you?''
''Me? Because I have the damn fault about everything that happens, right?'' Quinn raised her tone of voice even more, startling Rachel. She left the dishes and fully turned to her wife.
''Quinn, don't scream at me like that! What's the matter with you, why are you getting so worked up?'' the shorter woman said in an authoritative tone, Harmony staring disbelievingly at them.
Quinn took a deep, quick breath, and then her brow relaxed. She looked at Rachel for a long moment until her eyes widened a little, and she gasped. ''I- oh my God, baby, I'm so sorry. I don't know what got into me I just- I got angry all at once.'' She raised her hand to her face and covered it for a while, breathing deeply, before looking up. ''I'm really, really sorry Rach.''
Rachel gave her a small smile. ''It's okay. I understand how stressed you've been with the new book and all that. Tell you what? We'll take a break today of work, and we'll just relax, okay.''
Quinn nodded slowly, and smiled too. She turned to look at Harmony, who stood perplexed on a corner. ''Sorry, Harmony. I really didn't want you to see that. I really don't know what I was thinking.''
Harmony nodded. ''It's okay. I get it.'' She turned around to climb up the stairs. ''Want to watch a movie? We almost never have a quiet Sunday, and it would be a good day of spending your off day. But I get to pick, or we'll be watching Rent again.''
''Hey! It's a good movie!'' laughter followed. Quinn took Rachel's hand and kissed it, then led her up the stairs.
They ended up watching an old movie anyway, because Harmony was now obsessed with the Harry Potter saga and since she ended the books already, she wanted to try the movies. Quinn had never seen them before, and Rachel didn't find them all that interesting, but Harmony loved them to bits, and when she found an old, unused copy on the deepness of their high school things, she didn't move from the spot until she had finished the first book before anxiously looking for the other. The fight was forgotten until late afternoon.
They had ordered pizza and where picking up the leftovers when Rachel's cell-phone rang. Quinn rolled her eyes as Rachel muttered sorry, have to take this and quickly left for the hall. Harmony and her ended up with the cleaning, but Rachel was still on the phone, talking animatedly with Greg about a possible role on a TV show. Quinn tapped her food impatiently for a few seconds, until she got tired, instructed Harmony to stay there and headed for the hall. She grabbed the cell-phone and threw it against the wall. It landed, broken, on the rug.
''Quinn, what are you-!''
''That's it! I'm tired, Rachel! You only care about your work! You only care about yourself!''
''Well, if you stopped being so neurotic all the time, it would be good!'' Rachel yelled.
''You're so annoying! Can't you just leave me alone? God!'' Quinn let out an exasperated sigh, and Rachel glowered at her.
''Yeah, maybe I will.'' She stomped furiously to the main dormitory, and slammed the door close.
Harmony listened quietly from the TV room. That was…odd. That was really, really odd. They had gotten worked up out of nothing, and she could swear they forgot she was even there. This wasn't natural. It seemed like they had genuinely hated each other for a long time.
Time.
No. It can't be.
Harmony rushed to her room and pressed the power button on her Genesis 4.0. Having a time machine was a luxury few could afford, but her moms had given it to her on her birthday seeing her obvious interest, and after hours of begging. This renewed version was almost like a small tent, with several screens and buttons that were easier to manipulate. It had portable and storage space for any potential risk they could encounter or any delay in the traveling back. The Gemini 4.0 was kind of exactly the same as the first one, only with smaller buttons and a soft platinum bright that made it look modern and sophisticated.
Harmony entered the main database of the time travel, showing all the human timelines existent. The flood of information appeared quickly, and she searched for Quinn Fabray. The computer came with several Quinn Fabrays, and Harmony ordered them into birth date. Her mom was the third on line, and she clicked on her name.
Timelines where not hard to understand. A straight, thick black line appeared on the center. Several other thinner lines, curving and going up and down like crazy with many different colors, represented what things caused what on that person's life. They all joined together to form the central black line, which was the result of actions and events. Cause and effect. Simple. Since Quinn was her biological mother, she could read her timeline without entering personal data to verify Rachel was her mom too.
And she didn't like what she saw.
The straight black line had a disturbance. It went up, and not forward as it should, forming an only curve on the plain image. Like a mountain in the middle of the desert. Harmony frowned. The disturbance was caused by an extern change, which was represented by a red line that did not join the others, but crossed them, forming the odd form. This had been forming for a while, and only now had reached her mom's timeline to actually change it. She clicked on the insulting red line, and read exactly how things had changed so much. As her eyes widened in surprise, she heard Rachel and Quinn yelling at each other. There wasn't much time.
She clicked on Other timelines affected. And as she expected, it was none other than her uncles, Kurt and Blaine, and her aunts, Brittany and Santana. She couldn't verify anything, since they were not relatives, but nevertheless she had to check on them. She quickly gathered her clothes and all of her savings, and a photo of her moms and her smiling, and crammed them on the Time Machine. She set the location so it would appear just outside her house, and she ran outside, cellphone on hand.
She heard a slap, and stopped short at the sight on the Hall.
Rachel was grabbing her cheek with her hand. Quinn was looking at her, just inches away. There were broken things all over the place. And they both looked furious.
Rachel sat on the couch, her back turned to Quinn, and tears started to fall from her eyes. Quinn simply stood there, looking numb, if not just annoyed and bored. She looked at Harmony.
''We're getting a divorce. You're leaving with me? Or staying with her?''
Harmony leaned on the wall, and closed her eyes hard. This isn't real. This isn't her. I will open my eyes and it will all go away. It will go away.
She opened her eyes. And just like that, they were gone. ''I'll fix this. I promise.'' She let one lone tear slip from her eye, and the sprinted outside, dialing a number on her phone.
''Hello?''
''Sugar, thank God! Meet me at the park, now. Please, quickly!''
''Harmony, what's going on? Are you okay?''
''Just. Please. Come.'' She said, panting, and hung up before breaking into a run for the park where she would always play when she was little. Conveniently, it was just across Sugar's house. They got along well when they were little, and always played together here. While they didn't actually talk that much anymore, they always chatted animatedly at family reunions. She liked to think they were kind of friends. She finally reached the park, and looked around, exhausted. She spotted Sugar on a nearby bench, fixing her nails, and she ran over to her. Sugar looked up at her, and wrinkled her nose.
''Ew. You're sweating like a pig.'' Harmony glowered at her, unable to breathe properly enough to talk. Sugar smiled. ''Sorry, Asperger's. Anyway, what's going on?''
''It's more complicated than you think. I'll explain on the way, we've got to find Rory. Now.''
Reviews are the Kurt to my Blaine.