ARE YOU HAPPY NOW?

Summary: Rachel and Quinn's marriage didn't go as planned and the only connection left between them is in the form of their only daughter, Harmony. What happened to their happiness? Have they already moved on or is there still a chance to get back together?

Rating: M

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or the characters (or Dianna would be featured in every episode and Faberry would be canon.)

Warning: G!P Quinn. If you do not like it, you don't have to read it. :)

A/N: I am currently stuck with my other long length fic 'Play With Fire' for lack of ideas. So bear with me and hopefully enjoy this new fic, probably shorter, that will keep you entertained till my writer block ends. All mistakes are mines.

Flashbacks are in Italics.

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CHAPTER 1

Fingers threaded slowly through her short hair, trying to fix the mess that it had been made during the previous hours spent rolling around the king size bed and going at it like two perfect strangers. That's what Lucy Quinn Fabray – mostly known as Lucy Q. in the fashion world – has been doing in the past 1 year and half, since her life had taken an different turn and she was forced back to single life. Despite her reputation as chronicle player and extremely talented lover, her heart belonged to one woman whose name was still written on her wedding band and whom she had a beautiful daughter with; but that was a story for another day and a better timing.

Right then, the blonde photographer was enjoying being woken up by her unknown bedmate who was paying extra attention to the rock solid appendage between her legs; eyes fluttered closed as a hand stroked the base of her member, eliciting her deep and guttural moans before the sound of a phone broke the momentum. Quinn reached on the nightstand to retrieve her iPhone as her other hand urged the girl's head closer to her chest, feeling her left nipple being wrapped by soft lips that she could still remember having felt around the head of her cock.

"Hello?" Breathlessly, she closed her eyes and felt the girl's tongue swirl around her erect nub making her back arch off the mattress to meet the source of the intense pleasure. "Oh shit! I totally forgot! What time do I need to be there?" Quinn sat up abruptly and pushed the frowning bedmate off her, so she could grab her discarded clothes and get the hell out of the unfamiliar place. "Tell her I am on my way. For fuck's sake Rach, I am gonna be there so spare me the angry rant. Bye!" She hung up and buttoned her pants up, trying not to grimace at the feeling of the rough jeans pressing against her hard on.

"Hey what about me? I thought you'd enjoy some morning loving." The naked red haired girl pulled the blanket up to her chest, as it could hide and erase all the compromising things they had done the night before. Quinn didn't even bother to reply to that statement and merely chuckled at the model's absurd behavior; one moment she was giving her a hand-job and the other one, she was all ashamed of her nudity and acted all innocent.

"Babe, mother duties call but I enjoyed the night. It was fun." The blonde slipped her aviators back on and put her shoes on, before walking to the door of the small apartment; lucky enough, the girl didn't seem to be the clingy one who made a scene for being left alone, after a hot one night stand. Maybe the word had finally spread: Quinn Fabray didn't do second times. "I'll see you around." With that said, she slipped out the door and quickly made her way to her dusty Porsche 911 before speeding off down NY's busy streets .

She was late, damn it.

By the time she had finally pulled up into the familiar driveway, she could already get a glimpse of a familiar figure standing on the doorway tapping the foot on the ground and with her manicured hands on her hips, in a perfect 'diva' stance. Groaning to herself, the blonde jumped out of the car and walked toward her ex-wife leaning into for a fake kiss on the cheek before looking up to the top of the staircase; a wide smile appeared on her face as a familiar brunette, with a blue streak walked down the stairs and jumped the last two steps, landing in her mother's solid arms.

"Mommy!" Harmony Berry-Fabray buried her face in her mother's chest, taking advantage of their height difference to still enjoy the familiar strength and warmth the blonde could provide; her smaller hands clung to the fabric of the polo shirt, basking into the scent of her male cologne before pulling back and placing a kiss on each cheek. "You are late, mommy."

"I know little Star, but let's not give your mother another reason to scold me like a child." Quinn chuckled and ruffled her daughter's dark hair, before lifting her easily over her shoulder and carrying her back toward the front door, where the other woman stood and had witnessed the whole exchange. "I'll take this girl as my prisoner, what time should I have her back?"

"Dinner time, we have a family dinner with Brody and his parents so don't be late." Rachel stood on her tiptoes and kissed their daughter's forehead, before sending one more stern glare to her ex-wife who rolled her eyes and marched out of the door with a squealing Harmony over her shoulder. "Such a child. Why did I even marry her in the first place?"

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"Mommy, when are you going to come home?" Harmony sat across from her mother in the Starbucks booth, both sharing a vanilla milkshake and French fries, something that the brunette singer would never approve as breakfast for the younger brunette. Quinn looked up from the cold beverage and sighed deeply, not knowing how to tell their daughter that the marriage she had so hard held onto, was not going to get fixed without ending up in front of a judge to fight over her custody.

"Baby girl, I wish I could tell you that me and your mom are going to be okay but it'd be a half truth and I don't want to make the same mistakes my folks made with me and your aunt Frannie." The blonde photographer ran a hand through her messy hair and looked into her daughter's intense eyes, so similar to Rachel's ones that it hurt. "We are handling our situation through lawyers and it's probably going to be a definitive thing, baby." Reaching forward, she placed her larger hand on top of Harmony's one, clasping their fingers together. "But I promise that I'm going to fight so hard, to make sure they won't take this away from us."

"I wish it wasn't so hard mommy." The 8-years old girl slipped out of her seat and crawled in the empty space left on the photographer's booth; she buried her head in her mother's chest and just let her rock them back and forth, taking comfort from those arms that she missed so much at night and her soothing voice that used to lull her to sleep, when she was younger or had bad dreams.

By the time the two exited from the Starbucks place, Harmony had gained her happy mood back and was dragging her mother down the sidewalk to their favorite shop ever; since she was born, Quinn had made sure to pass her photography passion to her only child and she was quite proud of herself when the small brunette had decided to purchase her first camera, with her mommy's help. Now, 2 years later after the very first purchase, the brunette had strolled through the door of the camera store that belonged to one of their closest friends and that had clearly helped Quinn getting where she stood now.

"Well if it isn't my favorite Faberry girl!" A joyous voice filled the small shop, making both girls smile widely as a tall brunette man jumped over the cash register and engulfed the petite brunette in his strong arms. "Aren't we getting big?" Finn scooped the brunette up and twirled her around, knowing that his big height turned out to be a sort of entertainment for the girl, who had inherited part of Rachel's shortened size genes.

"Uncle Finn, let me down!" Harmony faked her discomfort, but she was truly enjoying being twirled around and almost reaching the rooftop above their heads, something that not even Quinn – despite her bigger height – couldn't let her do. "Mommy is going to buy me my first professional camera, can you help us choose?" When the tall man lowered her on her feet, she wrapped her arms around his waist and tugged at the t-shirt he was wearing, pleading with her perfect puppy dog eyes.

"Oh Quinn, I can definitely see why this little girl has you wrapped around her fingers. She got the best tricks from Rachel and you were quite whipped with her as well." He laughed and sat the brunette on the counter, before reaching in a top shelf where he kept his most valued possessions; sharing a playful glare with his best friend, the ex-Army Lt. placed several vintage cameras on the glass counter before looking up at the girl, who was completely entranced by the objects before her.

"So baby girl, you can pick anything you want." Quinn walked up to the counter to take a closer look and couldn't help but sharing her daughter's sentiment about the precious cameras. God, they were practically begging to be bought and used the way they deserved to; she almost drooled at the sight herself. With a hand on her daughter's back, the two high school friends helped the smaller girl to sort through the several cameras, to choose the one that would fit her the most.

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When Quinn Fabray set her foot in New York City, she was struggling between her college degree and an internship in photography that her parents – mostly her father – highly disapproved, not when he was paying for a Ivy League education so she could major in business administration and take the reins of the Fabray Inc. The blonde, though, had visibly refused to go along with her father's plans and had used all of her savings, plus some money she had gotten from a side-job as library assistant on campus to find a small apartment in New York and follow her dreams to become an artist.

The internship offer had happened by pure luck, after her professor had caught a glimpse of her portfolio and contacted one of his college buddy and see if the blonde could deepen her amateur knowledge in the field. Quinn had profusely thanked him for the opportunity he was giving her, knowing it all depended on her now and she couldn't let the opportunity go away, without giving it a try. It was a Fabray thing, after all.

She was working on a project for her temporary boss when she met Rachel Berry, for the first time and as cliché it might sound, it was love at first sight. Until then, her life – mostly her bed – had been filled with random girls, who were discarded the morning after sometimes with an excuse and sometimes not. It was the first time she had been left in charge and she almost let it go to hell because she couldn't keep her eyes off the talented singer, who was taking Broadway by storm and was being claimed to be the new Barbra. Y the time the photoshoot was finally done, Quinn was in love and had barely gotten the girl's name unable to work her charm on her because of the tight schedule Rachel was on. Although, the chances of getting to know her seemed to fall on the young photographer's lap and she wasn't going to miss on them.

The first time they ran into each other, Quinn was attending a party hosted by the big Broadway producer who had commissioned the photoshoot and had casted Rachel as the leading role in his play; the blonde had definitely put the best efforts to look as presentable as the other guests, wanting to make a good impression on the brunette singer. When she spotted her, though, the blonde Yale student was disappointed to see the object of her attention in the arms of a curly haired guy, who was peppering her neck with soft kisses and had an intimate grip on her small waist. Of course, she thought. How could anyone like her be single? As the night progressed, Quinn found out about Rachel's mysterious guy who was none but Jesse St. James, a prodigious singer who rivaled the brunette girl for beauty and talent and surely fit in the role of partner on and off stage.

"Miss Berry?" Despite all the odds, the blonde wasn't someone who easily gave up and took advantage of Jesse's temporary absence to approach the Broadway star, who was nursing a drink alone on the balcony. Her voice was soft and barely above a whisper, not wanting to scare the girl who had her back to the door and couldn't be aware of whom walked up to her from behind. "Do you mind if I join you outside?" The photographer assistant stepped closer to the shorter girl, who had turned around to fully meet the stranger girl with the husky voice.

"You look familiar, do we know each other?" Rachel sat her half empty glass on the marble edge, letting her eyes scan the taller blonde who was sipping from her champagne glass and avoided her eyes, as if scared to let her emotions out in the open. "Oh right, you are the photographer assistant!" She squealed happily at the memory of that photoshoot, clearly remembering how professional the blonde tried to be whilst she kept sneaking glances at her.

"Please accept my apology for that disastrous work, I don't know what had gotten into me that day." Quinn scratched the back of her head and smiled nervously at the other girl, who shook her head in amusement and placed a comforting hand on her forearm. "It was the first time I was assigned to such an important task and I almost ruined everything, because of my lack of expertise."

"Almost, that's the key word. You managed pretty well for it being your first time, Miss Fabray right?" The singer stepped closer to the blonde, tucking a wild strand behind her ear and taking in the sight of her perfect face being framed by her wild mane. "I never had so much fun on a set before, that is very important to determine the chances of continuing in this field. Keep the client happy."

"I could use more of these advices from someone who seems to be pretty deep in the business, would you accept an invitation for coffee sometime this week?" Quinn smirked charmingly at the girl, who looked up into her darkened hazelnut eyes and smiled back at her, as the distance between them got even smaller. "Or maybe dinner, I'd gladly follow you to your favorite restaurant since I am a newbie in the city and very much in need of someone who can tour me around."

"Well Miss Fabray, didn't anyone tell you that you shouldn't mix work and private life together?" Rachel's breath was almost on her mouth and the photographer could already smell her sweet scent, along with the summer breeze that filled the whole city air. "I am afraid I cannot provide my touring services, but I am pretty sure any other model from your other shootings already took care of showing you a good time in the City that Never Sleeps." With that said, the shorter girl walked past her back inside not before throwing a flirty glare over her shoulder.

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"I thought we had agreed on not spoiling her with her expensive gifts, so she could understand the real value of money Quinn." Rachel frowned at her ex-partner, who leaned against the doorway of the foyer after dropping Harmony off in time for dinner. "I am fully aware you need to compensate your deficit of parental attention, but not with gifts that will only distort her idea of hard work and deserved prizes." She crossed her arms over her chest and fixed her with a hard glare, despite knowing it wasn't going to change anything given the woman's notorious stubbornness.

"You decided that, Rachel but I don't see that being a problem when it's your precious boytoy who drops gifts on her like candies on Halloween." Quinn stepped from the doorway and walked toward her wife, whose stance didn't falter at all. "Do you think I wouldn't know about the brand new bike or the trip to Disneyland? Both things that you had clearly forbidden me to buy because it'd mean spoiling our only daughter, who is going through hell because her parents can't fucking agree on a simple thing!" She muttered through gritting teeth, not wanting Harmony to witness another argument between them. "I can't help but think that the real reason is that your boyfriend needed to give her those, so he could sneakily replace me in her life as easily as he did in her mother's bed." The sound of a slap resonated through the walls, but luckily it had not caught the young brunette's attention and who was still getting ready in the bathroom upstairs.

"Do not you dare to imply that, Quinn Fabray or I swear that you won't be seeing Harmony for a very long time." Rachel's hand moved back to its original place on the girl's hip, holding onto it so it wouldn't collide with her ex's reddened cheek for a second slap. "You have no right to tell me how to raise our daughter, since you aren't able to provide for your own self either."

"Threatening me with the custody again, Rachel? That's getting old and just because I am not being an asshole about the real reason why our marriage had a fallout, doesn't mean that you can treat me like a child and tell me what to do. I might not be in a good place with my professional life, but you didn't exactly complain when my job supported us after your throat surgery or during your pregnancy." Quinn rubbed the hurting side of her face and stepped closer to the other woman, who took a step back and got pinned against the railing behind them. "If you think I forgot about your stupid affair that got us right here, you have another thing coming Rachel." She whispered angrily at the brunette who gulped and stared back at her with the same intensity. "I am not bringing that up in the courtroom, because I am putting our daughter's needs before my own pride and I realize that you can provide a better environment and stability for her than I could. But keep that boneless boyfriend of yours away from my daughter, cause I am and always be the only other parent Harmony needs in her life." With that said, the photographer turned on her heels and walked out of the front door, slamming it hard behind herself.

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