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Part One

Cold Little Heart


To: judyevelynfabray
From: rachel_berry
Subject: Hello there.
Date: 9 June 2016

Dear Mrs Fabray,

You don't know me, and I suspect you probably don't wish to know me. I've debated endlessly about sending you this email and, after a few days, I've decided that I need to do it more than you deserve to receive it. See, my name is Rachel Berry and I'm your daughter's girlfriend. I imagine I'm the last person you expected to hear from, and it's perfectly all right if you stop reading at this point. Regardless, I just have to write it, for me and for Quinn.

I found your email address in her contact book, and I've written and rewritten what I want to say countless times. It took me a while to realise that nothing will ever come out right, regardless of how I say it.

You see, your daughter graduated from Yale at the top of her class on Saturday. She walked that stage with the biggest smile on her face and I don't think I've ever been more proud of another human being in all my life, and I'm not even remotely related to her. She is beautiful, Mrs Fabray, and it just makes me wonder if you're as proud of her as I am. I can't imagine you could be, but I'm not a mother, so I wouldn't know.

Quinn doesn't talk much about you or the rest of your family. If I don't ask questions, I don't get answers. What I do know is that you all believe that being a homosexual is the greatest sin imaginable, and I'm unsure how to feel about that. Like I said, I'm not a mother, but I do think I would be more accepting of my own child and her sexual orientation. She once mentioned that she always felt that you knew she was gay before she came out; something about the way you used to look at her as if you were just WAITING.

It's one of those curious thoughts, you know. Because, if you did, it means that you didn't care about her orientation, or you couldn't bring yourself to care, and you still loved her enough not to make it a problem so long as your husband didn't know. I think it's the only part about you that I would find redeeming. I mean, I don't know you, but I already don't respect you. How can I when you're the woman who allowed her husband to kick out her own child? Now, Quinn really doesn't talk about THAT, and I would never ask her to discuss something that is clearly still very painful to her. She's been through so much because of you, your husband and your other daughter, but she's found a family here, with me.

She's happy here.

I don't know why I wanted you to know that. I don't think it's out of spite, and I don't think it's because I actually care what you think. I just want you to know that she's happy and she's loved and she doesn't want for anything in this world. She graduated from YALE, Mrs Fabray, and she's about to take the world by storm. I am so proud of her, and I like to imagine you must be too.

I've attached a picture of her from graduation. Regardless of your feelings on her life choices, I can't imagine anyone with a heart cold enough not to miss that smile. Do you see it? That smile? It's mine.

Regards,
Rachel Berry

P.S. If you did happen to reach the bottom of this email, I think it'd be best if you didn't reply. Just know that she's being taken care of.


To: judyevelynfabray
From: rachel_berry
Subject: Hello there. Again.
Date: 9 March 2018

Dear Mrs Fabray,

The first email was probably a lapse in judgment, but I have no excuses for this second one. It's just that Quinn and I just came home from her book release party and I had the urge to make sure you knew. She's officially a published author. It's this magical thing, really, and my pride is at a level in the stratosphere. The novel is about a young woman's coming-of-age as it were, and it deals with her struggles with various mental and familial issues as she attempts to find her place in the world while battling with her sexuality. Quinn gets asked if it's autobiographical in any way, and she always does this little half-smile and shakes her head as if she's keeping a secret. Which, of course she is.

We live together in New York, by the way. She moved here after graduation to work towards her MFA at Columbia (her thesis is the work being published), and the last twenty-one months have been some of the best and the worst. We're compatible, sure, but we've both had to adjust to living together for more than three days at a time. That's how we spent most of our undergraduate days, actually, with either one of us commuting to see the other. New Haven to New York and vice versa. I never thought I would ever find myself in a long-distance relationship, but everything about Quinn is worth it. SHE is worth it.

I don't know if you're actually wondering this, but I do like to tell the story of how we met. She's a writer, you see, and she claims that even she couldn't have come up with such a meet cute. It was the summer after sophomore year, and I was in New York working on a show. (I perform on Broadway, in case you were wondering.) It was a small part, in an off-Broadway show, that was probably more taxing than its worth, but I was on an actual stage and it was everything. Dreams are dreams and, when they come true, it's overwhelming and life-changing and, until a random night in the middle of July; I didn't even know that Quinn Fabray was a dream of mine.

Maybe it's cliche or whatever, but we actually met at a concert at this little bar in Brooklyn. Obviously, Quinn didn't want to be there - she claims that it SO wasn't her scene - but her high school friend, Brittany (do you remember her?) dragged her to see this band Brittany's girlfriend (they were 'just casual' back then) was playing at. Santana was in a band with one of my friends, Noah, and I was there to support him and them, and it was practically inevitable that Quinn and I met.

In the bathroom, actually. I found her in there, fixing her mascara, and there was just something about her that drew me in. Of course, being the self-aware idiot she is, she noticed my blatant staring and scathingly said 'take a picture, it'll last longer.'

So, I did. I took out my phone, focused my camera and snapped a picture (to this day, it's still her Caller ID on my phone), and my life has never been the same since. I don't even remember if the band was any good that night, and I don't even care that Santana ended up puking all over my boots because, on that night, I met the girl I knew I was going to marry, and my certainty on that has never wavered.

I guess it helps my case that she's still accepting of my affections all these years later.

Anyway, I've attached a link to purchase the ebook version of Quinn's novel. She goes by Lucy Quinn in the literary world. She doesn't want to be known for the surname 'Fabray,' and I definitely don't blame her. Why give the family something they've so easily thrown away? Her.

Still, speaking as unbiased as I can possibly be, the novel is brilliant. It's touching and moving, and there's angst and heartbreak and romance and so many life lessons. She's learned a lot, and she's grown immensely since you last saw her. I don't even think you would recognise her, and I just know that's a good thing.

Regards,
Rachel Berry

P.S. Let's go with that whole no replying thing again, all right?


To: judyevelynfabray
From: rachel_berry
Subject: Hello there. Double again.
Date: 9 April 2018

Dear Mrs Fabray,

I think I've started something. There were twenty-one months between the first and second email, and now just a month between the second and third. It's just that Quinn hit the Bestseller's list this morning, and we're all pretty much going crazy. She took the day off, and I called in sick (my poor Understudy deserves a show every once a while), and our friends all managed to get out of work (Santana's owed several days off after the gruelling clinical assessments she's just been through, Brittany's her own boss, Noah's never really cared about his job because it has nothing to do with music, and Kurt makes his own hours) and, when we asked what Quinn wanted to do to celebrate, she said she wanted to visit The Met.

You can imagine our surprise. Though, I suspect you're not all that surprised, are you? In the years I've known Quinn, she's never wanted to visit The Met. Ever. It's one of those places she steers clear of, and she's never really discussed it with me until today. The day she knows she's achieved something, all on her own, at her own merit, and it's a badge she wears with pride today. Well, she should, but there's an undeniable sadness lingering behind her eyes.

I fully understand wanting your children to achieve the most they possibly can, and I also understand wanting what's best for them. The life of an artist can be difficult, and a lot of careers in the Arts can be frowned upon. I mean, I'm not a lawyer or a doctor or an accountant, and the first few years of applying my trade (I was still a student when I stumbled onto the scene) were a struggle. But I was happy, and that's all that's mattered to me and my parents. Which is why I can't possibly understand why you would tell a nine-year-old who has dreams of being a writer that she would 'fall through the cracks like all these other artists' while walking her through The Met. I can't imagine what it was like for her, having her mother pick an arbitrary painting and ask her to read the artist's name, just to point out that that artist's work means nothing and they will never amount to anything.

Quinn is an author. A writer of words that move people in beautiful ways. She is an artist in every way imaginable, and you have absolutely nothing to do with that. She says that, if she'd allowed you to dictate her life, she would have become a lawyer like your other daughter. She says that it would have crushed her. She says that everything about the life you envisioned for her would have broken her because she would have forced herself into a marriage with a man and tried to do all she had to, to be the dutiful wife and mother you expected her to be.

So, I like to think you've blessed her with your ignorance. You've blessed ME with this tragically beautiful human being whose idea of a celebration is walking through The Met with her closest friends and just breathing in the art.

I've attached a link to the electronic version of the Bestseller's list, in case you need proof. Lucy Quinn is an artist, Mrs Fabray, and I can assure you that she will never fall through the cracks. I would never let her.

Regards,
Rachel Berry

P.S. Oh, I definitely don't need a reply to this one.


To: judyevelynfabray
From: rachel_berry
Subject: Hello there. Again x 3.
Date: 23 April 2018

Dear Mrs Fabray,

I realise it's been only two weeks since my last email, but I need to send this one. This is not in any way an apology, but it was rude of me to take out my anger on you in that regard. I've been determined not to be angry with you for your ignorance and inaction because Quinn isn't angry with you. I think I would prefer it if she were, because her anger is much easier to deal with than her resignation and apathy. She just accepts the role you have and haven't played in her life, and that's that about that. I suppose it's because I met her after the fallout of her coming out and, by then, the anger had dissipated somewhat. Brittany tells me that it was bad, though, and I can believe it.

Quinn has moments when she lets the emotion get the best of her, though. They happen on very specific days, and I've been keeping track through the years. Birthdays are tough for her, and the anniversary of the day you let your husband disown your daughter haunts her from the moment her eyes open to the second she falls asleep in my arms. It's a day that she still struggles with all these later, and I don't know if knowing that would make you happy or sad.

Quinn's novel is reaching 'critically acclaimed' status, and they're talking about her in the way they talk about those authors that define generations. Her characters are both simple and complex, human in all the best and worst ways. There's just so much talk about her work, and she's actually leaving on a book tour after graduation. It'll be the first time we've been apart since she moved to New York, and I'm definitely not looking forward to it. I can barely handle the thought of ONE NIGHT without her, so I just can't imagine how you're handling a lifetime without her. You are strong in that regard, Mrs Fabray.

Other ways, not so much.

I've attached the link to my favourite review of the novel so far. I've always been a fan of The New York Times, but I absolutely adore them now. You should read it. You should see how your daughter has turned her pain into perfect, beautiful art.

Regards,
Rachel Berry

P.S. I think it goes without saying by now.


To: judyevelynfabray
From: rachel_berry
Subject: Hello there. Again x 4.
Date: 15 November 2018

Dear Mrs Fabray,

A lot has happened in the months since my last email. I've calmed somewhat. Quinn is well. She's happy and loving life as a PhD student. Columbia weren't willing to let her go, and she's revelling in being able to hone her skills and immerse herself in all the literary world is able to offer her. She's gorgeous like this. You should see her present to an entire auditorium, her words clear and strong and her brain working in that beautiful way that makes you stop and pay attention. Sometimes, I like to sneak into her talks just to hear her speak. Her voice is music; a melody of which I will never tire.

I don't know if you've heard or if you're following along, but Quinn won a National Book Award for 'Graceless.' We attended the ceremony last night, and it was amazing. Just being able to see Quinn in her element is everything you can imagine it is. In this world we both inhabit, it barely matters that she's gay or that her girlfriend performs on Broadway. Quinn Fabray - Lucy Quinn - is this magnet for philosophical discussion, and she's so open and giving these days. She talks about her experiences with an ease that she never used to. I think she didn't realise just how much of an effect her words have on those who read them, and the very character of Grace Serrano that she's created has left all the windows and doors open for dialogue about life and love and faith and tolerance.

You should know that she's saving lives.

Hell, she saves MINE every day.

You know, until last night, I didn't really understand how Quinn could enjoy the awards shows she attends with me. We get all dressed up and we walk the red carpet and we get asked all these questions, and I've always wondered why she's always eager to go when there's really nothing there for her besides me. And then I figured it out. It IS me. Last night, I stood there and watched as she worked the crowd, teased and pleased and smiled and lived, and I get it. She gets to see that in me when it's other way around, and I understand it now.

I've attached a link to Quinn's acceptance speech. Predictably, you nor any of your family is in it, but you should know that her experiences with you have given her a level of understanding of life that she carries with her and tries to put into words. It's because of your treatment of her that she can stand in front of a crowd of her peers and say 'I have survived, and you will too.'

Regards,
Rachel Berry

P.S. I think, by now, it's some kind of disclaimer. Just making sure you know.


To: judyevelynfabray
From: rachel_berry
Subject: Hello there. Again x 5.
Date: 16 January 2019

Dear Mrs Fabray,

So, I have a confession to make. Besides my parents and my best friend (Kurt, he's also my manager), you're the first person I'm telling. I bought a ring. I'm going to propose to your daughter, Mrs Fabray, and, if all goes well, we're going to be in-laws. Did I lose you there? Are you running away screaming?

I intend to ask her after the Grammys. I'm nominated for three of them, you see. It's my debut solo album, and I'm terrified. Quinn's so convinced I'm going to win that she has ME believing it, and I think I'll be devastated if I don't win at least one. She's planned a little getaway for us afterwards, regardless of if I win, because I go on my first headlining tour next month. She's just writing at the moment, so she'll be on the road with me for a few of those weeks, which is great news because I want her with me all of the time. I don't really handle the time we spend apart all that well.

Anyway, I'm going to ask her while we're on that trip (the little shit is keeping all the details a surprise), and I hope to return home as an engaged woman. She's turning twenty-five while we're away and I want to seal the deal, as it were. We're not getting any younger, and I want to make it official what I've known from the night I met her. I don't think I've been at all sneaky in trying to figure out what kind of ring she would like. Early in our relationship, she mentioned that she liked simple, complex things. I think I've accomplished that.

I've attached a picture of the ring for your perusal, if you feel so inclined. It's engraved with our initials. The 'Forever' has never been in doubt.

Wish me luck!

Regards,
Rachel Berry

P.S. Refer to the previous email.


To: judyevelynfabray
From: rachel_berry
Subject: SHE SAID YES!
Date: 12 February 2019

Dear Mrs Fabray,

SHE SAID YES!

Also, I won a Grammy! Best New Artist.

Life is good. Life is great. I'm thankful every day.

We're in Bali, by the way. I've attached a few pictures of us on the beach and in the rice fields.

Regards,
Rachel Berry

P.S. Disclaimer


To: judyevelynfabray
From: rachel_berry
Subject: Hello there. Again x 6.
Date: 5 March 2019

Dear Mrs Fabray,

I have returned to earth from the heights of happiness and joy. We're on tour now, just arrived in Texas and Quinn and I just got back from the stadium. She insists on coming to as many sound checks as she can because she claims she just loves to hear me sing. My fiancée, Mrs Fabray. She's my fiancée.

We're looking to get married as early as feasibly possible, particularly with our crazy schedules. She doesn't want anything big and, frankly, neither do I. There's already some buzz about the engagement because, the moment we returned from Bali, Quinn bought me a ring of my own. We're quite the pair now, each of us sporting rings that the paparazzi just love to snap pictures of. I've even dedicated a portion of my show to talking about it. Love and life and marriage. This right that we're now being afforded. It's magical, and I want to share it with my fans.

So, Quinn wants to get married in August, which is barely six months away. It's soon. I'm on tour for most of that time and I don't know how we're expected to plan an entire wedding in such a short space of time. Still, I would do it. I would give it to her because she so rarely asks me for anything other than my love. And, even for that, she doesn't have to ask. I give it freely and willingly.

Can you imagine? Come the end of the year, I'll be a married woman. Wow.

I've attached the link to a little clip of my live show where I talk about Quinn and the engagement. I don't know why I find it important, but I want you to know that I've never been afraid to love your daughter. I've never been shy to talk about gay rights and gay perceptions. We're just two women who love each other and would like nothing more than to do that without prejudice and hatred. That's all.

Regards,
Rachel Berry

P.S. I've always wondered, if I didn't say it was best you didn't reply, would you?


To: judyevelynfabray
From: rachel_berry
Subject: Hello there. Again x 7.
Date: 20 June 2019

Dear Mrs Fabray,

Do you remember when I told you about those moments when Quinn feels the loss more than she does on an average day? Today is one of those days. We were discussing the seating plan with our wedding planner (his name is Orion, and he's gayer than gaylord himself - Quinn loves him), and Bride One's parents (that's Quinn) came up in conversation, and she fell silent. I was forced into explaining that you wouldn't be attending. My parents will be giving us away.

Oh, did I mention that I have two fathers?

So, one will give me away, as it were, and the other will walk with Quinn. I think it's rather perfect, really. She's their daughter as much as I am (though, we're not going to get into the potential grey areas that could create ethically). They love her as if she's their own, and I've never been more grateful for my own family of accepting, loving human beings than I am right now. It constantly amazes me, truly, how those 'gays' everyone loves to talk about just seem to have a higher capacity for tolerance. I thought that the greatest thing people have learned from religion is that love conquers all. Hell, even Harry Potter taught us that.

Speaking of religion, we're not getting married in a church, so you can stop having a conniption. We're getting married at a hotel in Manhattan. It's the same one that held Quinn's book release party, and I think it's fitting. The ceremony will be officiated by two women, one from each of our faiths.

Oh, did I mention that I'm half-Jewish?

Still there?

Don't worry, I'm not really a practicing Jew, though you definitely shouldn't tell that to my father. I'm also a vegan, while we're here. Quinn's a vegetarian who eats bacon. She just can't bring herself to give it up, and I worry for her arteries. There's this breakfast recipe she likes to make: it's an egg scramble with truffle oil, red pepper flakes, parmesan and bacon, and she practically inhales it. She says that she learned to cook after she was kicked out (she kind of had to), and I feel sorry for you that you don't get to eat her food.

I've attached the recipe if you'd like to give it a go. She seems to enjoy it, so I imagine others must as well.

Regards,
Rachel Berry

P.S. Don't reply. Don't do it.

P.P.S. I think it goes without saying that you're not invited to the wedding.


To: judyevelynfabray
From: rachel_berry
Subject: Hello there. Again x 8.
Date: 2 October 2019

Dear Mrs Fabray,

I am officially a married woman. For some reason, I expected to feel different, but nothing's really changed save for the band on my finger and my surname. We debated over that for endless hours. The name 'Rachel Berry' is rather famous in certain circles, and it will always remain my professional name, but I've been worried about how that would affect our children. On paper, I want to be tied to Quinn, and I pushed for a double-barrelled surname even though she wanted to do away with the Fabray completely. As with most things, I came out on top.

You are now hearing from Mrs Rachel Barbra Berry-Fabray, who is married (officially and legally and wholeheartedly) to Mrs (soon to be Dr) Lucy Quinn Berry-Fabray. Any children we have will carry the surname as well.

For our honeymoon, we went to Austria first (she has a thing for Vienna, apparently), and then to India. We spent almost a month in that country, just travelling and enjoying each other and the food (OH MY GOD THE FOOD). It was kind of nice not to be recognised constantly, and we both even managed to get some work done. Quinn's second book is slated for release in November, and it's even better than her last. While 'Graceless' broke boundaries I didn't even know existed, this one is special in so many other ways. Her editor, Frances, is convinced that Quinn can't be real. Like, she's some kind of human substitute.

She's real. Every day, I get to reach out and touch her, just to be proven right.

And she's mine.

Now that we're back, I'm back into work. I'm workshopping a new show, and it opens a week after Quinn's book release. We've planned it, you see. We're taking the world by storm. And, really, we want to make sure all our career commitments are always in sync so, when we do start our family, we're both prepared for everything that would involve.

Is it weird to be terrified of being a parent? I've spoken to my own parents about it, and they say it is. My mother, Shelby, and I don't have the best relationship. She was a surrogate who didn't want to have a role in my life, and I don't think I've ever fully managed to get over the rejection (I can only imagine what Quinn feels). We talk sometimes, sure, but I don't think I'll be asking her about how to be a successful parent anytime soon. She's NOT a parent, and I just know she would lead me astray. How does one even measure the success of a parent anyway?

Clearly, I'm not ready for motherhood.

I've attached the previews for Quinn's book. It's amazing to see the way her writing and her characters have grown with her. She toyed with the idea of carrying Grace with her, but I think she wanted to give voice to something and someone new. She wants to put forward the message that it's never been about the person, but about the people, and she's written it in a way that shows that all different voices make the world ONE. 'Bigger Than My Body' just proves that Quinn is a genius.

I've also attached a few pictures from the wedding, and a couple from the honeymoon (no, not that kind, don't worry). Contrary to what people might think about gay weddings, it was pretty standard. We both wore white dresses. Brittany was her maid of honour, and Kurt was my best man. My fathers gave us away. It was a perfect day. It was an amazing day, and I'm convinced that she didn't even feel the absence of any of you.

Kind regards,
Rachel Berry-Fabray

P.S. Not today.


To: judyevelynfabray
From: rachel_berry
Subject: Hello there. Again x 9.
Date: 18 November 2019

Dear Mrs Fabray,

If we thought Quinn's first novel was a success; the response to this one has been out of this world. She went on Good Morning America this morning, and I think this entire nation just fell in love with your daughter. She's so unassuming, you know, and she has this smile that just catches you off guard, drawing you in and holding onto you in a way that makes you think it's your idea to stay. She was dressed in her tailored dress pants and white blouse, with that red blazer that makes the birds sing. She looked beautiful (she always looks beautiful), and I'm still in awe.

There's just this way that her face lights up when she's talking about her work. She claims that the same thing happens to me, but I don't know if I can believe that. It's such a QUINN thing, but I'll believe her because I tend to listen when she says things.

My show debuts tonight and, despite how crazy busy Quinn has been the last few days, she's going to be front and centre. It's not as if she's been to countless rehearsals and almost every preview or anything like that (I hope you can sense my sarcasm). Anyway, she's still going to be there. With my fathers and our friends.

Maybe you'd like an update on them. If not, you're still going to get one. Santana and Brittany are getting married, by the way. Santana proposed because she claims that she wants to be happy and tied down before she starts her internship. Brittany's dance company is flourishing, and she does choreography for some truly notable names. Noah's band is making some headway, and he's still serial dating. We're convinced he'll settle down eventually - we're all still on the lookout for that elusive girl. And Kurt has been steadily dating one of my costars, Blaine, for a few weeks now. They're cute together.

I don't tend to get nervous about shows. Not even new ones. But this one has me a little twisted in knots. I don't know if it's off the back of Quinn's success, but I'm feeling a little added pressure. I know we're in two separate fields (for now, at least), but I don't want to be the less successful wife. Does that make me a bad person? It looks stupid when I read it back. It's just that Quinn and I push each other. It's the one constant in our relationship that will always keep things interesting, professionally and personally.

Anyway, I better head to the theatre. I'm headlining Jane Austen Sings!, in case you were wondering. You should check it out if ever you're in New York. Not to toot my own horn (I've tried to put a cap on that as I get older), but it's a pretty spectacular show. It's already picking up Tony buzz.

I've attached the playbill, if you're interested. You should note that Quinn is actually credited as one of the producers. She even made script changes. Seriously. What can't she do?

Kind regards,
Rachel Berry-Fabray

P.S. Maybe next time.


To: judyevelynfabray
From: rachel_berry
Subject: Hello there. Again x 10.
Date: 16 December 2019

Dear Mrs Fabray,

I've never actually seen a picture of you. Quinn doesn't keep any around, and I steer clear of her little box of keepsakes that's hidden under our bed because there are things that she likes to keep private. So, technically, I don't know what you look like. I mean, I suppose I must just a little (because I know Quinn's face better than I know my own and she must resemble you in some way), so I KNOW I saw you last night. You were in the audience, weren't you? You came. You watched the show. And, you were with your other daughter?

Wow.

That means you're actually reading these things.

Bigger wow.

I mean, of course I thought you were reading them but I couldn't really be sure, you know? It's been years, and you're still entertaining my crazy, incessant rambling. That's a feat in itself, I should tell you. Quinn has had to get creative in trying to get me to shut up (most of which involve feeding me.)

Anyway. Hi. I'm Rachel. I'm your daughter's wife. I'm a performer on Broadway. I'm an only child. I have two fathers.

So, you definitely know what I look like now? It's been confirmed that you know exactly who I am. Are you disappointed? It's the nose, isn't it?

Wow.

I've attached my favourite review for the show. It mentions Quinn!

Kind regards,
Rachel Berry-Fabray

P.S. As WOW as this all is, I don't think we're there yet.


To: judyevelynfabray
From: rachel_berry
Subject: Hello there. Again x 11.
Date: 26 December 2019

Dear Mrs Fabray,

Happy holidays, Mrs Fabray!

I hope you're having a safe and pleasant holiday season. Quinn and I are spending it in New York with my parents and Noah. Santana, Brittany, Blaine and Kurt have all gone home, and New York feels both empty and full at the same time. We don't have much planned beyond spending time together as a family, though I am performing in Times Square on New Year's Eve. If you're one for watching the Ball Drop, then you're bound to see me. I just hope I don't freeze my little butt off.

Quinn is leaving on another book tour in the first week of the new year. With my Broadway commitments, we're going to be playing it by ear when we'll see each other. She hasn't even left yet, and I already miss her. Our place gets too quiet when she's not here. It's not even that she makes a lot of noise. Sometimes, the most you can get out of her is the steady tapping of keys on her laptop when she's in her office. But it still FEELS quiet when she's gone, and I've never been one to handle the silence all that well. Sometimes, Noah stays over to give me some human interaction, and I think Quinn handles the separation better knowing there's someone around, in case I need protecting.

Noah's a marshmallow, by the way, and I'm the one who usually does all the protecting.

Also, I think I've found the perfect girl for him, and I intend to introduce them on New Year's Eve. Fingers crossed that my match-making skills actually work.

I've attached our Christmas card. For a while, Quinn and I discussed the merits of having it be just the two of us, or just us and my parents. We decided to include our entire family. Our big, wonderful, GAY family. Hah. The guy in the back, yeah, that's the marshmallow (also known as the only straight person in the picture).

Kind regards,
Rachel Berry-Fabray

P.S. Were you hoping for a Christmas miracle?


To: judyevelynfabray
From: rachel_berry
Subject: Hello there. Again x 12.
Date: 6 May 2020

Dear Mrs Fabray,

I know it's been a few months since my last email. Life has been... well, life. Quinn went on her tour, and I was hit by this intense separation-driven anxiety. I've been fine all the other times, but this one was different. I just missed her in a way that was almost dangerous. I started seeing my therapist again and Quinn had to cut her tour short. I feel guilty about that, but she dismisses my worries every time I bring it up. I come first, apparently. We're still working on trying to diagnose what the actual problem is, so I'll have to get back to you on that. All I know is that Quinn is home and I can see her and touch her and love her.

As a result, the anxiety has decreased somewhat.

Updates on everyone else. My parents are currently on a Caribbean cruise for their wedding anniversary. I think it's awesome that they still spoil each other all these decades later. I want that for myself and Quinn. I mean, in my eyes, she'll never age, but I want to grow old with her in a way that has our love growing with us. Santana and Brittany are making no plans to get married, and I think they're just enjoying being engaged. Quinn's convinced they're going to be engaged for at least a decade before they tie the knot. Kurt is thinking of branching into fashion. He'll stay on as my manager, of course, but he's found other interests, and I think it has a little something to do with Blaine's wardrobe. I don't think I've met anyone who owns that many bowties. Seriously.

And Noah.

Oh, Noah Puckerman.

Remember that girl I introduced him to? Her name is Meghan Speight (well, it was). The two of them definitely hit it off, went on a binge that ended up with them in Atlantic City, and they're now married. Can you believe it? Quinn can. She claims she knew from the moment they met that they were meant for so much more; for great things. She's a writer, apparently, and she just knows these things. When I asked her about our first meeting, she just smiled and reached for my phone. She brought up her contact and THAT picture. 'I've known all along.' The little shit has always been one page ahead.

I don't know about your marriage (maybe Mr Fabray is a better husband than he is a father), but I hope it's a good one. I hope you chose wisely, picking your husband over your daughter. I hope you're happy because, God, I am. Well, I'm trying to be.

I've attached pictures of the night of Noah and Meghan's ACTUAL wedding reception. The one we made them throw when they got back. How rude of them to get married without us. We're family.

Kind regards,
Rachel Berry-Fabray

P.S. Go, be happy instead.


To: judyevelynfabray
From: rachel_berry
Subject: Hello there. Again x 13.
Date: 13 July 2020

Dear Mrs Fabray,

We're going to London!

It's only for a week, but it's still a big deal. Quinn got invited to speak at Cambridge (can you believe it?) about the social implications of both her novels. She's been stressed out of her mind about it, and I'm taking a full week off of shows to go with her. We'll be there for our first anniversary, and we're turning it into a little trip of sorts.

Do people say the first year of marriage is supposed to be difficult? I remember mentioning that I didn't feel as if anything had changed, but I feel it now. It's kind of in everything and in nothing at all. My entire life is tied up in and over and with Quinn, and I don't exactly exist without or apart from her. For so long, I thought the idea of that would be terrifying, but it's okay. I've accepted and embraced it. We exist together and apart, but we CHOOSE to be together. I think the thought that she existed apart from me (and maybe wouldn't need me) fuelled some of my anxiety. I'm doing much better now. I'm working and I'm seeing my therapist and my friends, and Quinn hasn't gone anywhere. She's in bed beside me every single night, and I'm doing better.

So, Santana is officially a doctor. She's starting her internship at Mount Sinai on Monday, and we're all so proud of her. She put in all the hours (she's going to have to put in thousands more) and it's great to see that it's paying off. Quinn has another year, at least, before I get to call her Dr Fabray. Well, she'll be Dr Berry-Fabray now. Oh wow. Now, that sounds amazing. My wife is going to be a doctor!

I've attached the poster for Quinn's presentation. It's kind of a big deal, and she's right to be freaking out, but she's (soon to be Dr) Lucy Quinn Berry-Fabray. She can do anything and everything.

Kind regards,
Rachel Berry-Fabray

P.S. I hope you're still being happy instead.


To: judyevelynfabray
From: rachel_berry
Subject: Hello there. Again x 14.
Date: 24 August 2020

Dear Mrs Fabray,

One year down, and forever-minus-one to go. We survived the first year of marriage! I think I deserve a medal or something. That was... not what I was expecting. I think our careers make it that bit harder, but we did it. We did it!

I can't say much. It's my anniversary, after all, and we're celebrating in all those dirty ways that your churchgoers would baulk at!

I've attached a link to Quinn's talk at the university. Watch it soon. It'll expire by the end of the week (she's a hot commodity, apparently.) You should know that her brain is beautiful. It thinks in ways that makes my breath catch in my throat. It's hers, and she's mine.

Kind regards,
Rachel Berry-Fabray

P.S. Not today, I'm afraid. There's a naked woman waiting for me in my bed.


To: judyevelynfabray
From: rachel_berry
Subject: Hello there. Again x 15.
Date: 29 November 2020

Dear Mrs Fabray,

Quinn and I are doing that thing where we don't talk about the things we obviously need to. The publishers want her to do a series of talks around the country (the Cambridge one went so well, and they want to cash in), but she's resisting because she's worried about how I'll react to having her gone. We haven't been apart for a single night since she prematurely ended her last tour, and I don't want to be responsible for further hiccups in her career. So, we're not talking about it. Well, she's not letting me talk about it, I mean.

She's not going.

She'll go only if I'm with her.

We're at an impasse because my contract still has another six months on it. She wants to push her tour for those six months, and then we can go together, and I can work on my second album while we're travelling. I don't know if I want her to be making those kinds of sacrifices for me. I should be able to handle it, and I'll do what I can to convince her of it. I usually can.

I've attached a picture from our Thanksgiving dinner. Despite our home being basically vegetarian, none of our friends follows our lifestyle, and Quinn still prepared the turkey for them. Unethical bastards. Noah and Meghan are the ones NOT looking at the camera (I'm less mad because they're looking at each other).

Kind regards,
Rachel Berry-Fabray

P.S. Definitely not today.


To: judyevelynfabray
From: rachel_berry
Subject: Hello there. Again x 16.
Date: 22 December 2020

Dear Mrs Fabray,

Well, I was wrong. I couldn't handle it. At all. The epicness of my failure to keep a hold of my crippling anxiety would be amusing if I wasn't so disappointed in myself. I promised and reassured her that I could handle it until I was blue in the face and practically pushing her out the door. I handled it for all of five days before I had to skip a show from the sheer inability to perform. When I ducked out of dinner plans with Kurt and didn't reply to any messages from my parents, Quinn came home. We're in therapy together this time. We've both gone separately, but this is the first time we're discussing my separation anxiety together, with a healthcare professional present. I thought she would be slightly resistive to merely the idea of it, but she's all for it.

She's with me all the time now. I can reach out to touch her whenever I want. Right now, she's asleep on our bed, catching a nap after a long day of, essentially, doing nothing. She's been writing a lot lately, though, and she does that thing with her top lip she does when she's nervous a bit more now. I think she's working up to telling me something I'm probably not going to like. This is why we need therapy. Everyone should be in therapy.

I hope you're having a good holiday season.

I've attached our Christmas card. Look at our growing family! (Granted, the only addition is Meghan, but it's still something).

Kind regards
Rachel Berry-Fabray

P.S. I'm definitely not up for it.


To: judyevelynfabray
From: rachel_berry
Subject: Hello there. Again x 17.
Date: 16 March 2021

Dear Mrs Fabray,

Remember that thing I told you Quinn wanted to tell me that I wasn't going to like. She told me. In fact, there are TWO things. One: she's been working hard on her third book, which touches on the darker sides of mental illness and depression. She was hesitant to talk to me about it because of my own recent episodes. Apparently, Quinn's cocktail of antidepressants works much better for her than mine does for me.

I haven't mentioned that, have I? Quinn's been in therapy since before I met her. She's been on antidepressants and anti-anxiety medication for just as long. There's a lot of it tied to her experiences with your family, and there's quite a bit to do with the accident. Do you know about that? Probably not. It happened in her senior year at Yale. Some guy (he'll remain nameless for all of eternity, if I can help it) ran a red light and hit Quinn's little bug on the driver's side. It was bad, Mrs Fabray. We almost lost her.

I almost lost her.

Sometimes, I like to pretend none of it even happened. If I try hard enough, I can convince myself I didn't get a phone call from New Haven telling me that my girlfriend was in an accident, was in a coma and was temporarily paralysed. It was terrifying, and I don't really remember much more than that. I just remember this endless, numbing pit of fear. It was so consuming and powerful, and I had myself convinced that, by the time I got to the hospital, she would be gone. Just like that, she would disappear, and I would never see her again.

I'm telling you about this because our therapist, Dr Monroe, forced us to talk about it during our session today. He thinks it's the crux of my anxiety. It's manifesting later in life, AFTER we've tied ourselves to each other in every way. Logically, I can see that she's happy and healthy and WALKING, but sometimes I just catch myself in a memory of her broken body lying in a hospital bed, battered and bruised. Sometimes, I'll remember the sound of the tears she cried when they told her she might never walk again.

So many things.

Oh, that second thing Quinn talked to me about is that she wants us to spend six months in Vienna after my show and after her little speaking tour. Apparently, there's some intricate writing course she wants to take there, and she'd like to do it before she graduates. Despite my apprehension on the entire move as a whole, I'm thinking of agreeing.

She never asks me for anything, Mrs Fabray. Nothing. Ever. Just my love. Always, just my love. Every day, without fail, she pulls me into her arms and whispers in my ear: 'Just love me.' I would give her the entire world if I could. I've never really been able to put into words just how much I love her, but I've tried with my music. To this day, I still don't think she believes me. Between the two of us, Dr Monroe is surprised that I'M the one with more of the issues. He's kind of a sick bastard, sometimes.

I've attached a link to the article about Quinn's accident. I wouldn't actually read it if I were you, but it's there if you're interested. Your daughter has survived so much, Mrs Fabray. She survived the loss of use of legs, and she persevered through relentless physical therapy while maintaining her position at the top of her class. THIS is why I sent you that first email when she WALKED to receive her degree. You have to know the wonder of a human being that your daughter is. You have to know that she is everything and so much more. She truly is.

Kind regards,
Rachel Berry-Fabray

P.S. Sorry. Today's not the day.


To: judyevelynfabray
From: rachel_berry
Subject: Hello there. Again x 18.
Date: 27 October 2021

Dear Mrs Fabray,

We're in Vienna!

I thought I would lead with that as an excuse for taking months to send my next email. We've had quite a whirlwind of life lately. I saw out my contract, won myself two Tonies (one individual and one ensemble) while I was at it, and Quinn and I went on her speaking tour. She was even able to preview her next book, which is creating quite a buzz. It'll be released while we're here in Vienna and, as soon as we get back state-side, she's going on her book tour, and I'll be going on my promotional tour. I've been recording my second album while we're here, and we have a release date set.

Look at us syncing up our careers again.

We've decided, though.

After Quinn is done with her tour, we're going to start really thinking about having a baby. I can't wait to be a mother WITH Quinn.

Vienna is pretty great, I'm not going to lie. It's beautiful and so full and vibrant. It's a place of art, and it's definitely the right place to be making music. I've been working with this producing couple, Artie and Tina Abrams, and I'm convinced we're making magic. Whenever Quinn isn't in class or in some library or writing under a tree, she's with us in the studio, just sitting and listening and learning and writing. You must know she's musically gifted (she always flushes bright red whenever I tease her about her Glee days), and she's a natural lyricist. Really, it's just like free consulting having her around. We're going to have to put her on the record or something.

Well.

It's a secret, so you can't tell anyone, but Quinn does feature on a few songs, though she's refusing to be credited as a singer. She will accept writer and producer, though. Apparently, she doesn't want the world to know she's a quadruple threat or whatever. She can do everything, and she doesn't want the rest of the world to get too jealous or something like that. Okay, SHE did not say any of that.

I think coming here has been good for us. I feel a bit more relaxed, and I don't have an incessant need to check up on her whereabouts whenever we're apart. It helps that there's no actual driving involved while we're here. I mean, it isn't as if Quinn has driven at all since the accident, but I appreciate that there are no cars involved at all. I feel as if I'm breathing easier, and even Quinn looks lighter. Of course, we miss our home, and we miss our friends and family, but we're going back. Of course we're going back.

I've attached so many things this time. There's a link to a video of my acceptance speech (guess who I thanked profusely - your daughter). There's a link to a video of my favourite part of Quinn's speech on the speaking tour (she talked about wolves and how, when they're travelling, they put the oldest the pack in front, so they set the pace and nobody gets left behind. She mentioned that the Alpha stays at the back, the first and last line of defence, and she talked about how there's beauty to be found in the way that wolves - creatures we rightly fear and yet look down on - have so much more about life and relationships figured out. They cherish their old and protect them when we, as human beings, have next to no patience for them. It's a wonderful piece. I recommend it.) There's also a link to the shortlisted novels for the National Book Award - guess who's on it. And there's a snippet of my new single which will be released on the tenth of next month.

You're hearing it here first, Mrs Fabray. Feel special.

It's called 'I Am Alive,' and a lot of it was inspired by my relationship with your daughter. I've grown up in a loving home with parents who have done nothing but give of themselves in all the ways they're capable of. I'm forever grateful for them, but I've never felt as safe as I do when I'm with Quinn. It's in her physical presence, and in her emotional being. She makes me feels safe, and I want the world to know.

Kind regards,
Rachel Berry-Fabray

P.S. I think maybe we're getting closer and closer.


To: judyevelynfabray
From: rachel_berry
Subject: Hello there. Again x 19.
Date: 13 January 2022

Dear Mrs Fabray,

Even though, technically, we were supposed to be back in New York yesterday, we're still in Vienna. I don't want you to worry but Quinn's been in the hospital for a few days. She started feeling sick about a week ago, a cough and a slight fever. It's happened before, but it's never been this serious. Because of the accident, she's been at risk of developing lung infections, particularly when it gets cold. Austrian winters are vicious, apparently. She has pneumonia, and they're talking about possibly draining her left lung. She doesn't want another chest tube, but I'm willing to go with the doctor's recommendation. My parents are even threatening to fly out here if she doesn't listen. I just want her to get well enough so we can go home, and then we can deal with the implications of this bout in the hospital with her actual doctors. They're more familiar with her case.

But, of course, stubborn as always, your daughter.

She's asleep right now, looking all sorts of cute in her hospital bed. I've attached a picture to prove that she is, in fact, okay. Which, in Quinn's terms, means that she's in pain and she's refusing to show it. It's the thanks she gets for attempting to tackle the topic of mental illness, apparently. Did she always complain this much? It doesn't even matter that she won another National Book Award, which is a Ceremony we ended up missing.

AND she won a Booker Prize.

On that note, her book is out. The book release party is going to be next month, but the publishers wanted it out before Valentine's Day. My album is coming out next Friday, which is a little terrifying. The singles I've released so far are doing well, so I hope the world likes the complete product. Quinn seems to like it, and she's my fairest critic. She's never been afraid to tell me exactly what she thinks, and I think that goes a long way towards maintaining both our professional and personal relationships. You have a true daughter, Mrs Fabray, real and true.

I've also attached a link to purchase her book, if you feel so inclined. It's a good one. It's probably her best work, if you ask me. I'll be singing her praises from the rooftops.

Kind regards,
Rachel Berry-Fabray

P.S. I think it's best you not reply.


To: judyevelynfabray
From: rachel_berry
Subject: Hello there. Again x 20.
Date: 12 June 2022

Dear Mrs Fabray,

The good news is that we managed to avoid the chest tube in Vienna, but they did drain her lung when we arrived State side. Her release party was postponed, and so was her book tour. I went on my promotional tour, and this record is outselling my debut in heaps. It's actually a little insane. I was worried about that, and I was also worried about how I would fare without her. I really do think that going to Vienna helped. We can be apart for days at a time now. I don't particularly like it, but I'm not devolving.

When she got better, I came home for the release party, and now we're on the road again. Kurt and Quinn's agent, Marcus, worked hard to sync our tours, and we're always in the same state, if not in the same cities. It's better than nothing, because I get to see her a lot more. I'm actually writing this because, right now, Quinn and I are in Columbus. She has a signing at the Barnes & Noble tonight, and we're getting ready to head there now. Afterwards, we're having dinner at this restaurant that she likes, though I can't remember her ever talking to me about Columbus. It just goes to show that you can still learn new things about your spouse so many years later.

I get the feeling she likes it here. It's like home without it actually being home, I think. I wouldn't even try to describe that feeling, but I do know Ohio still holds a special - if conflicted - place in her heart.

So, I may or may not have done a thing. I had Quinn sign a copy of her book for an old friend of mine, Evelyn. You. I'm leaving it at the Barnes & Noble, and I've attached a slip to this email. Just present it to them, and they'll hand it over. I know it's not much. It's nothing, really, but I thought you might like it. The book is brilliant. I've read everything Quinn has ever written, and this has to be her finest writing. There's such a truth to it that even the harshest critics can't deny. She writes through her own struggle in a way that feels authentic. She carries my voice through her words, and this story is the culmination of every hardship she's faced, and how she's conquered. My wife is dynamite. She's made of the strongest stuff.

Kind regards,
Rachel Berry-Fabray

P.S. I'll just imagine your 'Thank you.'

P.P.S You're welcome, by the way.


To: judyevelynfabray
From: rachel_berry
Subject: Hello there. Again x 21.
Date: 15 June 2022

Dear Mrs Fabray,

So, Quinn took me to Lima. It was a spur-of-the-moment decision, and we took a car from Columbus to Lima. It was two hours of watching my wife grow fidgety and small. She kind of curled in on herself the closer we got, and I was tempted to have us turn around, but I stand by the idea that she needed it. She needed the closure.

Lima is a small place. I can see why she hates it. She took me to her old high school, and she told me all about how she ruled it with an iron glare. As Head Cheerleader, it was almost expected of her, and the shame in her eyes was palpable. She's convinced that she and I wouldn't have got along back then, and I'm inclined to agree with her. I believe in fate and destiny and all that, so I still think things might have worked out in the end, but I'm glad that we did meet when we did. She was more sure of herself and of who she wanted to be, and I think that kind of thing can go a long way towards maintaining healthy relationships, particularly of the gay variety because everything else is already difficult enough.

What I really want to tell you is that we drove past your house. I don't know what I imagined Quinn's childhood home would look like, but it wasn't that. Firstly, it's gigantic, but it just feels cold. I don't know what that means, and I'm sorry if that's insulting but there was just no warmth to be found there. And, that's only from the outside. I can only imagine what it feels like on the inside. I'm sorry, Mrs Fabray. I truly am.

We didn't stop. Instead, we went to a place called the Lima Bean for some coffee, and we were both immediately recognised. Maybe you heard that we were in town, I don't know. She told me about this restaurant called Breadsticks, which is one of Brittany's favourites, apparently. She takes Santana there whenever they visit her family. They LOVE the breadsticks, which isn't the most unbelievable thing I've heard about those two.

I'm glad we went, sure, but I honestly couldn't wait to leave. There's just something so stifling and oppressive about it. I don't want that for Quinn. I never want that for her, and I'm so glad she was able to get out. Maybe, just maybe, you need to get out as well.

I've attached a picture we took of the two of us in Quinn's high school choir room in front of her Sectionals trophy for Glee. See those smiles? Sophomore Quinn and my Quinn? They match.

Kind regards,
Rachel Berry-Fabray

P.S. Not this time.


To: judyevelynfabray
From: rachel_berry
Subject: Hello there. Again x 22.
Date: 16 September 2022

Dear Mrs Fabray,

There's something going on with Quinn. Now that we're back home and she's graduated (oh my God, my wife is a DOCTOR), she's restless. We both know what this year is supposed to hold for us, but I get the feeling she's searching for something, anything, to postpone it. We're supposed to be planning for our baby, but she's constantly on the phone with Marcus. There's talk of making 'Graceless' into a movie, and they're looking to hire Quinn to write the screenplay. I'm not sure how I feel about her possibly shopping for more projects instead of having this conversation with me.

I get that she's scared. I'm scared too. She might not have had the best example of parenting, but I also haven't had a mother. We're the blind leading the blind here, but I wouldn't want to do this with anyone else. I want a family with Quinn, and we're going to have to meet each other halfway if we're ever going to make this work. Has she always been this stubborn?

I'll keep you updated on that progress. Maybe you'd like to hear about everyone else. My parents are thinking of moving to New York. Well, one of them is. The other is ready to retire in Florida because he's convinced 'his work is done' when it comes to raising me. Apparently, I've made my first million, so I'm good to go. They're idiots, really. It'd be nice to have them here, though. Especially if we're planning on giving them a bunch of grandchildren. It'll be free babysitting.

Santana's doing well. She's constantly busy and always exhausted, but she's enjoying her work. I now know TWO doctors. Brittany's doing well, as well. She was on Dancing With the Stars. Do you watch that show? She came third with her partner, Frankie Muniz. There's always next year. Kurt's fashion line is going well. Quinn and I are wearing exclusively only him this entire Awards' season. We're supporting our own. Don't tell anyone but Blaine bought a ring. He's planning on proposing on Valentine's Day. Quinn rolled her eyes when I told her, but she's happy for them. Noah and Meghan are talking about moving to Los Angeles, which in hindsight, might actually work for all of us. If Quinn's movie gets made, then she'll probably have to be there, and there have been quite a few offers for me to do some TV work. Seeing as I'm kind of free at the moment - my national tour starts in May next year - I could probably fit in a few things. I'm working on my EGOT, you know?

Maybe this year isn't the year for a baby. We both have to be sure and ready before we bring a life into this world.

I've attached a link to a video of the last show of my promotional tour. Quinn came on stage with me and we sang my latest single, 'She's the One,' together. It was magical, and now the entire world knows my super talented wife can ALSO sing. Am I a lucky woman or what?

Kind regards,
Rachel Berry-Fabray

P.S. Sorry.


To: judyevelynfabray
From: rachel_berry
Subject: Hello there. Again x 23.
Date: 18 November 2022

Dear Mrs Fabray,

We talked about it. After the offer for the movie rights to 'Graceless' officially came in and she was asked to write the screenplay, the decision was easy. We're headed to Los Angeles, and I'm headed for the small screen. Kurt's lined up some cameos and guest appearances on all our favourite shows. I'll do that while we plan for my upcoming live show. It's a summer tour, which should bring out all the music-lovers. Kurt's trying to get me to do a few shows abroad, which I'm still undecided about. Quinn and I are JUST getting used to the separation.

I'm not dismissing it, but I'm still apprehensive. We'll see how the American leg goes.

Noah and Meghan are already over there, and we've all decided to live together in a house in Silver Lake. We're only renting, though Quinn has been toying with the idea of investing in property. If she's so inclined, we can do that in New York. Where we live. Where we're going to raise our family. The second I said that, she sobered up and agreed. Apparently, our next project is to find a new place to live with a lot more space for the many children that we don't have. I'm just so glad we can afford it.

I'm also planning on working on some more music while I'm over there. If I can get most of the work done for my third album, maybe I can fit in a Broadway show after the tour and before babies. Wow. Being a working woman isn't easy. I can't even imagine what it's going to be like to be a working mother. See, these are things I can't exactly ask my own mother.

I've attached a picture of the house in LA. The next time I email, I hope we're all settled in. Take care.

Kind regards,
Rachel Berry-Fabray

P.S. Not today.


To: judyevelynfabray
From: rachel_berry
Subject: Hello there. Again x 24.
Date: 15 April 2023

Dear Mrs Fabray,

Greetings from sunny LA!

I have such a tan, I barely even recognise myself anymore. Of course, Quinn's skin just isn't made for the sun, and she ends up pink and red more often than not. She's plenty busy though, working hard with the directors and producers and other writers to put together the movie of her dreams. They're smart to have her working on 'Graceless' because it's her vision and she knows what it's supposed to look like. I'm worried they'll keep her around for longer because of it, but things seem to be moving quickly. She's almost done with the screenplay, and I just wrapped on my scenes on American Horror Story. Do you watch that show? I didn't used to, but then Quinn and Sarah Paulson got me hooked. I can barely get to sleep after an episode, but its always such an experience. That Ryan Murphy really knows what he's doing.

I also had a bit of a story arc on Grey's Anatomy. Quinn mentioned in passing, years ago, that you're a fan of that show. I hope you won't mind too much that I'll be gracing your screen. I will tell you this, though: Ellen Pompeo is every bit as wonderful as you think she is.

Noah and Meghan are doing well. Noah's band is making headway and they're even recording an EP. I've agreed to feature for them, which is exciting. Noah and I haven't sung together since our undergrad days. He's even got Quinn writing lyrics for him. Gosh, it's really who you know in this business, isn't it? Meghan's finding work as well, which means that LA is much more lucrative for them than New York. I'm worried they won't be coming back with us. Quinn says not to worry about it. If they don't come back with us when we go back; they will eventually. Apparently, WE are their home, and that makes all the difference.

As far as looking into property in New York, I'm torn. I want our kids to have a backyard, but I also want to live in the city. My parents, if they do end up moving to New York, are looking into Greenwich Village, which is just ironic, really. I think I would be happy with a place in Brooklyn Heights. Quinn's looking BIG and searching in places like Tribeca, Gramercy and NoHo. She wants this to be IT, you know? She wants us to have a place where we grow our family; a place where we stay for decades and decades. It's a big decision, particularly when there are no babies to speak of. We have to look into schools and safety and all those scary, adult things.

I've attached a link to an article that talks about all the various neighbourhoods we're considering. Right now, we're living in Murray Hill, and I think Quinn wants to get away from the postgrad students and nightlife. I also think she wants to go back to school. Maybe become a post-doc. I know her Columbia professors have been trying to get her to come back and teach. I think the only thing better than Dr Berry-Fabray is Professor Berry-Fabray. Why did you have to have such an over-achieving daughter?

Kind regards,
Rachel Berry-Fabray

P.S. It's not yet time.


To: judyevelynfabray
From: rachel_berry
Subject: Hello there. Again x 25.
Date: 19 June 2023

Dear Mrs Fabray,

We found it!

Well, Quinn found it, but we found our new home. She's currently in New York, looking at the place and finalising the deal, and I'm here in North Carolina on tour. We have a house. Well, a loft, really. Quinn says it reminds her of Richard Castle's loft in Castle, which is a show I've never seen. Still, we have a home. She's going to start organising for the decorators to get in there and the installers to put in a studio for me, so I'll be able to work from home, if needs be. The place, itself, is really breaking our budget. Like, REALLY. I think I'm definitely going to have to go on that World Tour to afford it. Hah.

I'm excited, though. I suddenly can't wait until we're both back home and we can just settle. I want a baby, dammit.

'Graceless' has been given the green light, and Quinn is officially a producer on the film. She's flying back to LA once the place is ours, and who knows how long the rest is going to take. They're casting now, and they're trying to get all the filming done before the end of the year. It's a push, really, and they're ambitious to try. I hope they do manage it, though, because I would really like to have my wife back. I miss her. I miss just living with her in our home that's just ours. I miss waking up and going to sleep with her. I miss the domesticity of being married to Quinn. I miss HER.

Okay, I think I'm going to go call her.

I've attached the final listing of our new place. It has a guest room, Mrs Fabray. Just putting it out there.

Kind regards,
Rachel Berry-Fabray

P.S. Maybe we can revisit this when Quinn and I are settled in New York.


To: judyevelynfabray
From: rachel_berry
Subject: Hello there. Again x 26.
Date: 30 August 2023

Dear Mrs Fabray,

Once more, greetings from LA!

I don't know if you heard the news or not, but our return to New York has been postponed until the end of filming because, well, I was cast in a movie. In Quinn's movie. In 'Graceless.' As Grace. They held an open casting and brought the list down to three potential newcomers, and I made the unfortunate (or fortunate, depending on how you look at it) mistake of visiting Quinn at the production offices. Long story short, I made an impression, and then Quinn said, 'I wrote it with you in mind.'

OH MY GOD.

It's my first movie. This is terrifying. I'm terrified.

I go into movie bootcamp after my promotional World Tour dates, and Quinn is still working on the casting of all the other characters. I can fit in London, Paris, Rome, Barcelona and Tokyo before I have to be back. In that time, I have to learn lines and work with a vocal coach to adjust my accent. It's all so exciting and deeply scary. I'm not sure what to expect, really, and I just hope that I'll have seasoned actors all around me. I'm a little old, I think, but I can pass for a college student, apparently. Quinn says it's my height, which earned her a hard punch to the arm.

Also, Quinn and I weren't together for our anniversary. It's the first one we've ever missed (including the ones when we were just dating), and I'm not happy about it at all. She promises to make up for it, and I'm just hoping this isn't the start of things to come. I don't want us to become one of those couples. I actually like spending time with my wife, you know? She's kind of pretty to look at.

I've attached my World Tour schedule. It's overwhelming, and it still amazes me that it's actually happening.

Kind regards,
Rachel Berry-Fabray

P.S. Not yet.


To: judyevelynfabray
From: rachel_berry
Subject: Hello there. Again x 27.
Date: 2 September 2023

Dear Mrs Fabray,

Oh my God. Oh my God. Sandra Bullock is playing my MOTHER! Oh my God. Quinn just called to tell me. I'm hyperventilating and I'm supposed to go on stage in half an hour. This is my life. Oh my God, this is actually my life.

Greetings from Barcelona, by the way.

I've attached a picture of the crowds from my hotel room. I'm famous in Spain!

Kind regards,
Rachel Berry-Fabray

P.S. Let's wait until I'm back in the States and reevaluate.


To: judyevelynfabray
From: rachel_berry
Subject: Hello there. Again x 28.
Date: 2 October 2023

Dear Mrs Fabray,

Today was my first day on set. Well, on the movie lot. We did a kind of meet-and-greet and then a full table read. Did I mention that the screenplay is beautiful? Anything Quinn touches is pure gold, really. It's not even fair how talented she is. I'm just glad that she's here with me, you know. Even though we're technically NOT here together (she's a writer/producer and I'm an actor), it's nice knowing she's around. We're both new to this type of work, and I'm going to need all the help I can get.

We're doing a lot of the shooting here in LA before we go on location to Vancouver. I don't think I fully understood just how big an operation it is to put together a movie. This particular one is coming together quickly. According to my schedule (which is immense, seeing as my character is in nearly every single scene), I have rehearsals this entire week while they shoot location shots and larger, crowded scenes. We have ninety days of shooting to get as much done as possible, and hope that no reshoots are required.

Our director, Anna Raffoul, has a clear plan and vision, and Quinn trusts her enough to get us there. I trust Quinn's judgment. I mean, I'm currently in a movie with Sandra Bullock, Josh Duhamel, Adam Brody, Nina Dobrev and a blonde Brittany Snow. I'm definitely not complaining. Santana and Brittany are both going CRAZY with jealousy. I'm a married woman, Mrs Fabray. I love my wife dearly, but there are just some truly beautiful women in this world. Does that make you uncomfortable to hear? Sorry not sorry.

Anyway, Quinn's just got home. We're making dinner together (she's been wishing for lasagna, and having her ask for anything specific to eat is a near-miracle). Did you know what she struggled with purging in high school? Sometimes, Mrs Fabray, I wonder if you ever knew your daughter at all.

I've attached our first cast picture. See there? That's Brittany Snow's arm around my shoulders. I have always been a sucker for blondes.

Kind regards,
Rachel Berry-Fabray

P.S. Disclaimer. (Hey, I haven't used that one in a while.)


To: judyevelynfabray
From: rachel_berry
Subject: Hello there. Again x 29.
Date: 1 January 2024

Dear Mrs Fabray,

Happy New Year!

I know it's been a while, but I've been shooting a movie and winning myself an Emmy! Hah. I knew American Horror Story would be the one to do it for me. I practically tripped over myself getting to the stage. Quinn actually had to pinch me. The EGOT is well and truly almost here!

We're all good over here. I'm currently on a week-long break, and then I have two more weeks of shooting before we wrap. It's been going well, and I'm really enjoying this entire process. It's so different to everything else I've done, and I love being a student of art. Quinn has slipped into her role quite well, speaking up when appropriate and easily taking direction. She's soaking it all up, and you can practically see the cogwheels in her head turning.

My parents visited the set a few weeks ago, and they both went a little fangirl over Sandra Bullock. She's honestly as cool as you think she is. Maybe even cooler than that, really. She's really helped me find my footing in this movie, and I'll forever be grateful for her guidance. With everything on schedule, the movie is slated for release in September. I've already been approached regarding using one of my songs on the soundtrack, though Quinn and I have actually written an entirely new song for the film. We're planning on performing it for Anna when we get back to LA to see how she feels about it.

Oh, we're in New York now, and this is the first week we're actually spending in our new home. We've spent hours unpacking and moving things around and christening all the rooms. It's nice, just being able to unplug and relax. I kind of don't want to leave. Santana, Brittany, Kurt and Blaine have attempted to monopolise our time, but Quinn and I are playing hardball. I just want a little couple time, even if Kurt demands my attention as his best (wo)man. I don't miss that at all. Wedding planning is exhausting. I'm never doing it again. I did it once and once is all I need. I don't even care if Quinn decides, one day, she wants to renew our vows. Never again. She can do it on her own.

I've attached our Christmas card. This year, I managed to convince Quinn to wear a reindeer sweater. She broke out in hives shortly after the picture was taken. I've also attached a link to the video of my acceptance speech. I'm a crying mess, but I always manage to thank the most important person: Quinn Quinn Quinn.

Kind regards,
Rachel Berry-Fabray

P.S. Not this time.


To: judyevelynfabray
From: rachel_berry
Subject: Hello there. Again x 30.
Date: 18 January 2024

Dear Mrs Fabray,

Awards' season is upon us. Quinn and I are, once again, wearing 'Kurt Hummel.' I'm, once again, nominated for three Grammys, though I don't exactly qualify as a 'New Artist' anymore. Quinn, Artie and Tina are all nominated for producing my album, and Quinn and I are also nominated for writing the potential Song of the Year, my ballad 'She's the One.'

We've just wrapped on the movie, but they have enough footage for a teaser trailer that they intend to play throughout this Awards' season to create the right kind of buzz. I guess it will really help if Quinn and I actually win something. Watch this space, and wish us luck.

I've attached a few sketches of some of the dresses we'll be wearing. I like the way Quinn looks in green.

Kind regards,
Rachel Berry-Fabray

P.S. I think we're getting there.


To: judyevelynfabray
From: rachel_berry
Subject: Hello there. Again x 31.
Date: 29 January 2024

Dear Mrs Fabray,

WE WON! OH MY GOD, WE WON!

Did you see it? Were you watching? Did you see how sexy badass your daughter is? Did you hear how well she spoke? You can't tell, really, but, behind my crazy eyes, all I wanted to do was cartwheels across the stage and scream out that 'THAT'S MY WIFE!'

We're totally one of those couples that wins things now.

I've attached a million links to the millions of videos of our acceptances. You have to watch the one where Artie nearly rolls right over the edge of the stage in his excitement. It's only funny because it didn't happen.

Kind regards,
Rachel Berry-Fabray

P.S. Definitely not tonight. We're celebrating!


To: judyevelynfabray
From: rachel_berry
Subject: Hello there. Again x 32.
Date: 3 March 2024

Dear Mrs Fabray,

I told myself I wouldn't be the one to bring it up. I told myself I would let her come to me when she was ready and, honestly, I was anticipating having to wait months or even years, but Quinn and I finally had the TALK. The baby talk. It was after Valentine's Day, and after she got back from LA from her post-production work on the movie. She ended up visiting Santana at work, and I heard from San that Quinn spent an obscene amount of time in the Paediatric Ward.

She's ready, Mrs Fabray.

She's ready for our family.

Until now, we haven't really discussed which one of us would carry our first child. It was just a given that we would both be 'free,' as it were. Technically, I'm not as free as she is, with the success of the movie ready to tide me over. Broadway is calling again, and I'm toying with the idea of going back to the stage while I still can. Theatre is a bit more demanding of my time, and I can fit in another show before any baby arrives. Which is why Quinn will be carrying Berry-Fabray Baby Number One.

We considered asking Noah to be our sperm donor but, ultimately, decided against it. We're going with a stranger. A perfect blend of both of us (brown hair and hazel eyes), so we can maintain the same donor for when it's my turn. If our children aren't going to be able to share our DNA, they should at least share SOME, you know. He's smart (LLB from Yale) with good bone structure and kind eyes. He's slightly tan (yay), and I'm convinced he and Quinn are going to make beautiful babies.

We're going to be parents.

Well, we need to get Quinn pregnant first, and then get through a successful pregnancy, and then we're going to be parents.

I think she's feeling the loss a bit more these days. With the idea of becoming a parent of her own; she's thinking about the parents she no longer has. I try to be all she needs. My parents, our friends, we try to be all she needs, but I sometimes get the feeling that there's a hole in her heart that we would never be able to fill. Our shapes just don't fit. I know I've talked about it a lot, but do you actually realise how much you've affected her? Do you have any idea how she hurts? Do you think about that? Do you think about the lost teenager trying to find her way in a world where her parents no longer want her? Because I think about it a lot. Maybe too much, really.

Quinn Berry-Fabray is my entire life. She is everything and more. I honestly didn't know that love like this could exist, but it does. I have it for a wonderful, beautiful woman, and so many people in this world think our love is wrong. If that's so, then I never want to be right. I will never accept that this magical thing that we have is wrong. It can't be. Love - LOVE - like this, pure and true, can never be wrong.

I could probably attach an assortment of pamphlets from the ACLU, but I've actually attached a short video clip of the moment Quinn received her doctorate. She almost tripped on her way to the stage, and she recovered like such a professional, shrugging it off and offering one of those dangerous half-smiles. It was such a Quinn thing to do, and I thought you might like to see it. My wife is a doctor. A DOCTOR!

Kind regards,
Rachel Berry-Fabray

P.S. I'm too excited to consider it.


To: judyevelynfabray
From: rachel_berry
Subject: Hello there. Again x 33.
Date: 3 June 2024

Dear Mrs Fabray,

Okay, so it took us two tries, but we're pregnant. We're having a baby! Quinn is 10 weeks along now, so, even though I'm jumping the gun a little (we gave ourselves until 12 weeks to start telling everyone), I'm just too excited. I don't think I can wait for January to get here. I want our baby here. Now.

The morning sickness has been especially awful to her, and she's craving bacon like it's going out of fashion. She's been writing again, which is good. Marcus and her publishers want to get a book out just after the movie's release, which is kind of pushing it, if you ask me. September is right around the corner. I'm sure it'll still happen this year though, with the way her fingers are moving over the keys.

My new show is opening next week. The previews have been going really well, and we've got some good reviews. I'm just glad to know I haven't been 'shunned' or whatever by expanding into Hollywood. I'm trying to convince Quinn to write a Broadway play, so we'll see how that goes. She's quite a stubborn one, you know? You should come see this show as well. It'd be nice to look out into the audience see a sort-of familiar face. I'll even reserve you a ticket, if you'd like. Under Evelyn. It'll be a standing ticket. You can come whenever you want, and the ticket booth will have it waiting for you. Maybe you'll even catch sight of Quinn at a show. Though, I must ask you not to interact with her. She won't handle it well. At all.

Sometimes, I wonder what her reaction will be if she ever finds out what we've been up to. Well, what I'VE been up to. You can feign innocence if ever we get caught out. Do you think she'll hate me if she finds these emails? I worry about that. I worry she'll feel as if I've betrayed her, but this is just another way in which I'm showing her just how much I love her. Whatever has happened in the past and as much as she tries, she is a part of you and you are a part of her. That's mothers and daughters, and I sometimes can't stand the thought that our baby will never know his or her grandmother.

Did you hear? You're going to be a grandmother. I assume your other daughter has children, so this won't be your first, but I hope you're still excited. I know I am. I've actually attached the picture I took of her with the pregnancy test. Her eyes are closed, I know, but I thought you might like to see that expression on her face. That complete calm, serenity, satisfaction. It's as if she knows that this family we're growing is exactly where she's meant to be. She is beautiful, Mrs Fabray, and she's glowing and happy, and I've honestly never been more attracted to my wife than I am right now. Sorry not sorry. It's the truth.

Kind regards,
Rachel Berry-Fabray

P.S. As exciting as this moment is, it's not yet time.


To: judyevelynfabray
From: rachel_berry
Subject: Hello there. Again x 34.
Date: 8 August 2024

Dear Mrs Fabray,

We're slowly coming along. Quinn isn't exactly enjoying pregnancy but she wears it well. She's been flying back and forth from LA for the last month as the movie reaches completion. They're using our song in the trailer, which is wonderful. Shazam has been going crazy with matches since the trailer was released. 'Graceless' is an absolute written masterpiece, and I have no doubt the visual of it will match it.

So, my parents are living in New York now. It's both a blessing and not. I get to see them more, which is nice, but they also get to see me more, which isn't as nice. I think I'm just so used to being a full adult, doing whatever I want whenever I want, and now I have parents just around the corner and it's been quite the adjustment. Of course, Quinn finds it all very hilarious. She laughs and cries a lot, her hormones and emotions completely haywire. I'M not allowed to laugh because she keeps panicking about how her body is changing and she doesn't know if she'll ever get it back. I still find her insanely beautiful. I always have and I always will.

We're having a girl, by the way. I've attached a sonogram of our precious bundle. We have to get started on the nursery and picking names and we have to register. There's so much to do in preparation for her arrival. But, first, I go on a press tour for the movie (which gives my understudy some time on stage), and it's still up in the air whether Quinn will be coming with me. I guess having my parents around will give me some piece of mind if she does stay. We'll see.

We're even going to London for the premiere. This is the most exciting thing. This is turning into the best year ever.

Isn't our baby cute? (Even if she just looks like a jelly baby, right now.)

Kind regards,
Rachel Berry-Fabray

P.S. One day soon.


To: judyevelynfabray
From: rachel_berry
Subject: Hello there. Again x 35.
Date: 24 September 2024

Dear Mrs Fabray,

The movie is out! It's finally out worldwide, and its opening weekend has been through the roof. People are going to the movies. People are going to see OUR movie. It's amazing. Have you seen it? Are you going to see it? Tell your friends. Tell everyone.

I've watched it four times already and I cry every time. Every single time. In all different places. It doesn't even matter that it's me who's acting. The story is just beautiful. The music. Everything. It's art, Mrs Fabray. It's pure perfection. I'm not even being biased.

The reviews are in. Rotten Tomatoes gave it a 96%. And, all the success of the movie is boosting Quinn's book sales.

I feel as if I'm floating.

I've attached a link to the BEST review I've found. Read it, like it. They mention Quinn. Quinn. Your daughter, who is on top the world right now. Her new book (which is an examination into her own decision-making regarding wanting to become a parent when she has little to go on) is coming out next month, and it's wildly anticipated. She's planning on foregoing the book tour, but the publishers are still rolling out with it. Lucy Quinn is taking the world by storm. MY WIFE!

Kind regards,
Rachel Berry-Fabray

P.S. We're celebrating (sans alcohol because I'm supporting my very pregnant wife, albeit begrudgingly).


To: judyevelynfabray
From: rachel_berry
Subject: Hello there. Again x 36.
Date: 13 November 2024

Dear Mrs Fabray,

We officially have a birthing plan. It's been pretty difficult to find the time to sit down and iron out all the details. With the success of the movie, my show still running and Quinn's upcoming book release (she finished her novel in four months - she's a machine); we just haven't had the time. Baby Berry-Fabray is doing well. She's healthy and growing as she should. We're about to spend our last Christmas without our baby, and it's really just shifted everything into perspective. We're about to become parents.

Also, because everything about Kurt and Blaine is, well, Klaine (that's our name for them, and we use it to describe things such as Valentine's Day proposals and matching sweater vests); our two favourite men are having a Christmas wedding. Of course, Quinn and I tried to make them see reason - think of the children - but they're going through with it. It's going to be in Blaine's home state of Vermont and, because Quinn is so pregnant, there won't be any flying for us, which means either driving or taking the train.

Let's just say she's not looking forward to it, but she'll suck it up and smile widely because these are our friends and we love them and we would do anything for them. Even if she has to pee every five minutes. We haven't yet decided on a name but she's being referred to as Baby B-F by almost everyone. We have a list, of course. Would you like to hear them? There's Emma, Charlotte, Mila, Lily, Madison and Olivia. What do you think? We want her to have a good, strong name. We don't doubt for a second that our daughter isn't going to go through quite a bit. She has two mothers who are famous. Even just one of those things is difficult enough, and Quinn and I worry if we'll be able to protect her the way she deserves.

Quinn reads to her every night. It's a bit of a routine for us now as we get closer and closer to her arrival date. She tires easily these days, so she's in bed by nine-thirty the latest, and she always reads to Baby B-F. It can be anything - even the financial news - but she makes sure that our baby hears her voice. And then I sing us all to sleep. This is the life we get to have. This is the life we get to live, and it is everything. She and THEY are everything.

I've attached a picture of Quinn in the nursery. She didn't want it to be pink. She doesn't want to force our daughter into social norms, so we went with a backdrop of white with red and gold accents. Our two favourite colours. (Mine is really yellow, but we were not going to go with that. Let's be serious). Also, I've attached a link to purchase Quinn's new book. It's a beautiful work, but I think it might be difficult for you to read. The names are different and she's created an entirely new world to channel what she's trying to say, but the truth is still there. She's writing about her own experiences, and I think you're bound to learn more about your daughter and how she views you far more than you care to. Just, be prepared.

Kind regards,
Rachel Berry-Fabray

P.S. Any day now.


To: judyevelynfabray
From: rachel_berry
Subject: Hello there. Again x 37.
Date: 26 December 2024

Dear Mrs Fabray,

This isn't a long one, but I just wanted to introduce you to Mr and Mr Anderson-Hummel. I've attached a few pictures of the ceremony and reception. Three couples down; just Santana and Brittany left to go.

Happy holidays, Mrs Fabray. I hope you're having a good one!

Kind regards,
Rachel Berry-Fabray

P.S. We're getting closer and closer.


To: judyevelynfabray
From: rachel_berry
Subject: Hello there. Again x 38.
Date: 24 January 2025

Dear Mrs Fabray,

Baby B-F is officially one day overdue.

This Awards' season is going to be something special, Anna says. With the Critics' Choice, the Golden Globes and the SAG Awards all under our belt (we won, we won, we won), Anna's convinced the BIG one is OURS. See, Quinn and I are both nominated for Academy Awards (The Oscars) for Writing (Adapted Screenplay) and Actress in a Leading Role respectively. We're also up for Best Picture, Actress in a Supporting Role [Sandra], Directing [holy shit, Anna!], and Music (Original Song).

The buzz is intense, and Baby B-F just doesn't feel like joining us in all this excitement. Quinn spends all her time at home, on the couch or at her desk. Her back aches and she has to pee every twenty-two minutes even though nothing comes out, sometimes. Our family and friends have to visit us here or they'd never see Quinn. She's not up for going anywhere and the paparazzi are getting relentless. We're ready though. The bags are packed and the car is fuelled. When I'm at the theatre, my parents are here with her, ready and waiting. Baby B-F is taking her sweet time. Was Quinn like that? My parents say I couldn't wait to join the world (I was two weeks early, apparently).

I'll probably be a new mother the next time I write. We're planning to induce if she stays in for more than a week. I hope it doesn't come to that.

I've attached a link to the Oscar Nominees page. Look at us. Look at your daughter.

Kind regards,
Rachel Berry-Fabray

P.S. I'm about to become a mother. Now definitely isn't the time.


To: judyevelynfabray
From: rachel_berry
Subject: Hello there. Again x 39.
Date: 31 January 2025

Dear Mrs Fabray,

She's here.

She's finally here.

Charlotte Lily Berry-Fabray was born at 22h47 on 28th January 2025, weighing in at nine pounds and six ounces. She is healthy and beautiful and bright. She is joy and love and sheer perfection. She is everything, Mrs Fabray. Judy. Do you mind if I call you Judy? It just feels as if we've moved into this entirely new world where I'm a mother. I have a daughter. Quinn has a daughter. We have a daughter, and you are now Judy.

I was scared of the birth. I thought I wouldn't be enough. I thought Quinn would need or want someone else; something more, but she was wonderful. She was perfect. I've never understood it when people say childbirth is beautiful, but I get it now. It truly is. This life we've created has just joined the world, and my amazing, gorgeous wife did that. She made it happen, and she will forever be the person who has given me EVERYTHING.

I've attached two pictures for you. The first is Charlotte napping in the nursery (she spends nights in a bassinet in our bedroom for now), and the second is an exhausted Quinn holding our baby after her first feeding. Our baby, Judy. Your granddaughter. Isn't she precious? Aren't they both?

Kind regards,
Rachel Berry-Fabray

P.S. Almost. I can feel it.


To: judyevelynfabray
From: rachel_berry
Subject: Hello there. Again x 40.
Date: 17
February 2025

Dear Judy,

Can we put her back? I want to put her back where we can't hear her crying. Please. Just for a little while. I just want some sleep. I NEED sleep. I performed my last show last night, and I am officially done. I'm free to be a mother and wife to a colicky baby and an exhausted woman respectively. They really tire each other out. They both sleep a lot, which is good. But, when they're not sleeping, it's utter chaos. Charlotte is fussy, and I'm still a little panicky about how to handle her. Quinn has taken to it much easier, and I have to admit I'm a little jealous. I'm supposed to be taking care of them. Quinn says I'll learn, so I'm learning.

Right now, though, both my girls are asleep, so I'm going to use the opportunity to get some shuteye myself. I've attached a quick picture of the slumbering duo. I almost always burst at the cuteness of when Charlotte falls asleep on Quinn's chest. It's almost too much. Look at them.

Goodnight.

Kind regards,
Rachel Berry-Fabray

P.S. I wished Quinn a happy birthday for you, just by the way.


To: judyevelynfabray
From: rachel_berry
Subject: Hello there. Again x 41.
Date: 28
February 2025

Dear Judy,

She's precious. She's also officially one month old. She's sleeping much better. My parents have been helping us stay on top of everything. Quinn is sort of back to normal, but her therapist told me to watch out for the signs of postpartum depression because Quinn might be susceptible to it. She seems present enough, if only a bit jaded. She's exhausted more often than not, and I reason that's to do with the leech that is Charlotte Lily.

Charlotte also has quite the set of lungs, which always has Quinn saying, 'Yip, she's definitely your child,' and it make me so irrationally happy that I don't even know what to do with myself half the time. Sometimes, I just find myself staring at Charlotte; just marvelling at the sheer size and beauty of her. My parents are convinced she's going to be a heartbreaker when she's older, and all I'm thinking is that she's already a heartbreaker. I mean, she's already stolen mine.

Quinn still reads to her without fail, and I sing. This is what we do. This is how we mother. I've attached a sound clip of your granddaughter's endless wailing. It's really horribly beautiful. This is when I feel vindicated to say that Charlotte is Quinn's daughter. Hah.

Kind regards,
Rachel Berry-Fabray

P.S. I'm definitely not getting enough sleep for this.


To: judyevelynfabray
From: rachel_berry
Subject: Hello there. Again x 42.
Date: 5 March
2025

Dear Judy,

The EGOT has landed.

I repeat, the EGOT has landed.

I am so happy I've been crying non-stop for HOURS. We won, Judy. We won. Quinn won, I won, Anna won, the film WON. I can't even believe it. It's a dream. It's only March and, already, this has been the best year of my entire life.

It hasn't always been easy, you know? Having gay fathers and a dream of Broadway don't really bode well for girls from sleepy, little towns. I was bullied a lot, and there are many times when I considered that it would just be so much easier to give it all up and become an accountant. There's considerably less scrutiny in that line of work, I'll say. But I couldn't. It's like my calling. Quinn says that we're doing what we were born to do, and she says it so strongly that even the non-believers would take her word for it. So, I persevered. I stuck with it and I practiced and I trained and I got into NYADA and I've been making my dreams come through ever since.

Getting into the business was difficult. I think I went to something like five hundred auditions my first two years in New York. I like to think all my luck turned around the summer after sophomore year (I met Quinn and I got cast in an actual show), and I've never looked back since. Shows started coming in and I was making a name for myself. Some of it hasn't been kind. There are assholes in the industry, and there are men out there who believe that loving a woman is just a choice because I don't know any better.

Believe me, I know better.

This life also hasn't been all that easy on our relationship either. I know I've offered you all the highlights. I mean, we have a good marriage, but it's not always smooth-sailing. Quinn is guarded and I'm too much sometimes. We've had four truly massive fights in our long relationship, which have resulted in tears and storm-offs and threats of divorce. We have our therapist on speed dial. We're both passionate people who love each other fiercely and would do anything for the other's happiness and success. Sometimes, our intentions can get twisted.

But, look at us now. No, really, look at us. I've attached links to various clips of our acceptance speeches and the after-show interviews. We've been on a rollercoaster of press this past week (we're in LA while Charlotte is in NY with my parents - I miss her.) We're headed home tomorrow, though, to continue this whirlwind of a life.

We did it, Judy.

We did it.

Kind regards,
Rachel Berry-Fabray

P.S. Did I mention how happy I am?


To: judyevelynfabray
From: rachel_berry
Subject: Hello there. Again x 43.
Date: 28 June
2025

Dear Judy,

I know it's been a little while. I've just been so busy with our little bundle. I didn't know how much work babies were until she arrived, and it's really a round-the-clock job. Charlotte Lily is officially six months old today. Quinn and I both decided to take some time off to spend these first few months together, just being a family. We've fallen into a pretty neat routine, and our kid is actually sleeping through the night. She also rolls over and gurgles and is in the process of learning to sit up without any support.

I've never thought that a person can get that excited about another person rolling over, but Quinn almost flew out the window. I think it was mainly in fear, at first, but then we kind of had a dance party when we figured out what happened. It's been so wonderful to be able to experience all these firsts with Charlotte, and to have Quinn right here beside me. It's everything. It's even more than that.

Quinn is going back to school in the Fall. She's taking up a teaching position while enrolling as a post-doc, and her publishers are expecting something magical. I've been lucky enough to read some of her new stuff (it's rooted mainly in her feelings towards motherhood) and it amazes me how she manages to get better and better. She's like a fine wine, Judy; just getting better with age. She's got this whole 'hot mom' thing going on now, and I swear I fall more and more in love with her every time I look at her. I have the same feelings towards Charlotte, and my heart is so full. I am so happy.

I've attached a few video clips for you. The first is of Charlotte rolling over. I love Quinn's reaction afterwards. That smile always shows up whenever Charlotte does something amazing (well, as amazing as rolling over can be). The second is of Quinn tickling Charlotte until she ended up projectile vomiting all over her. It was hilarious, and Quinn is STILL not impressed that I have the video at all. She would probably murder me in my sleep if she knew I was sending it to you. And the third is one Quinn took of me and Baby. I was singing her a lullaby, and I didn't even know Quinn was in the room. It's my favourite video, I think, because this is how I bond with Charlotte. Quinn has so much, and I have this.

Look at the family your daughter has, Judy. You should be proud.

Kind regards,
Rachel Berry-Fabray

P.S. Sorry.


To: judyevelynfabray
From: rachel_berry
Subject: Hello there. Again x 44.
Date: 10 September
2025

Dear Judy,

So, Quinn started at Columbia last week. We had a teary morning on her first day, with me and Charlotte waving her off. She called every hour throughout the day, and then was extremely clingy when she got home. It was pretty adorable, really, and I definitely didn't mind. Just knowing that Quinn Berry-Fabray misses you is enough to make the world make sense. Technically, Quinn is still breastfeeding, so she spends an inordinate amount of time pumping for Baby and I to use while she's out. I think it's the part she hates the most. More than changing diapers, apparently.

We're hearing rumblings of a potential Brittana (Santana and Brittany) wedding, but we've been duped before. I think Santana is waiting to finish her Residency before they get married, and Quinn still believes there are still years to go before there's a wedding. She predicts that Brittany will have a baby before then. Apparently, Charlotte has created baby-fever around here. Kurt and Blaine are already considering it (apparently, they're not getting any younger, and they don't want to look like grandparents when their kid is in the first grade), and Noah and Meghan (who still live in LA, by the way) want to expand their family. The good thing to come out of that latter thing is that the couple would return to New York to do it, and I'm all for that.

I can't help it that I want us all back in the same city. I want Charlotte to be surrounded by all the people who love her and will protect her. One day, Judy, I hope you'll be one of those people too. I've attached the first recording of the lullaby Quinn and I wrote for Charlotte. It has a planned release next month as part of a 'Graceless' movie anniversary special. Buy the DVD and get the song for download, kind of thing. I think it's the best song we've ever written. It's called 'All I've Ever Needed,' and we get to give it to Charlotte for forever.

Kind regards,
Rachel Berry-Fabray

P.S. I'm not kidding when I say that I would want you to be part of Charlotte's life. One day.


To: judyevelynfabray
From: rachel_berry
Subject: Hello there. Again x 45.
Date: 21 December
2025

Dear Judy,

Happy holidays! I know I've been rather AWOL lately. It's just that motherhood has made me so... I don't even have the words to describe it, really. I feel a lot of emotions all of the time, and this holiday season has me acting like a complete sap. It's our first one with Charlotte, and Quinn and I are, admittedly, going a little overboard with the festivities. It's as if Santa Claus exploded in our living room and, really, an eleven-month-old doesn't need that many presents. She's not even going to remember any of this.

Oh, God. We're going to turn into THOSE parents. What if we end up with a spoilt brat for a child? What if we end up with a child like ME? Excuse me, I have to go talk to Quinn.

I've attached a few pictures of our decorations. There's also a picture of Charlotte in a 'Santa's Little Helper' hat that I LOVE.

Stay safe.

Kind regards,
Rachel Berry-Fabray

P.S. Just so we're both clear on this, I expect Quinn to laugh her head off when I bring it up to her.


To: judyevelynfabray
From: rachel_berry
Subject: Hello there. Again x 46.
Date: 1 February 2026

Dear Judy,

People kept telling us that the first year is the hardest. I'll be the first to admit that they're probably right. I read this deeply sobering statistic about how many marriages crumble during the first year after their baby is born, so I was worried. More so than I would have admitted to Quinn or Dr Monroe.

Maybe Quinn and I are an exception, I don't know, but we've survived and I think we've come out stronger. It wasn't all smooth-sailing, and we get a little frustrated. I'm a little antsy these days. I think I'd like to go back to work. I have a third album hanging around that I could polish up. I don't think I'm willing to dive into the demands of a Broadway show with Charlotte still so young. I don't want to miss things, and music is one of those things I can do from home, if needs be. I've been doing my own writing, and I'm pretty sure I could fill two albums with all the feelings I have about our baby.

So, we had a little party for Charlotte yesterday. She's officially a one-year-old, and Quinn and I are the epitome of proud parents. It's almost ridiculous how pathetic we are. My one father, Hiram, once told me that you're never truly in love until you have a child. At the time, I thought he was talking about the love I would feel for Charlotte, but I know better now. I didn't truly know love until I watched Quinn be a mother to our child. Honestly, Judy, I couldn't ask for a better parenting partner.

You should know that Charlotte is walking now. Well, walking is a relative term, I suppose. She kind of just leans forward and her legs kick in to stop her from falling on her face. She waddles, really. It's hilarious. Also, I definitely shouldn't find as much amusement in my kid falling on her bottom as I do, but I truly do. It's as if she surprises herself whenever it happens, and I just have to laugh. It can't be avoided. She's also feeding herself (which is always just such a mess - her aim is a little off), and she helps Quinn by turning the pages of the book whenever they're reading. Quinn still does that. Every night, without fail, Mommy and Baby read a story together. I hope their nighttime routine never fades.

Charlotte's birthday also marked the release of Quinn's latest book: 'Letters to Our Daughter,' which has had me sobbing far too many times than I'd care to admit. It's nothing like she's written before, in that the author is listed as Quinn Berry-Fabray and not Lucy Quinn. She's written as herself, to Charlotte. The letters are so personal and raw and perfect. It's a short anthology, really, because her new novel (the one that tackles her own struggles of motherhood) is being released in late Summer, and Kurt is hoping to put together a promotional tour for me to coincide with Quinn's book tour. (We can all go on the road together.)

I've attached a few pictures from the party. And, yes, that blob covered in cake is our daughter. Do you have any idea how difficult it is to get icing out of soft blonde curls? Ugh.

Kind regards,
Rachel Berry-Fabray

P.S. I don't have any pictures of Quinn as a baby. Was she as cute as Charlotte is?


To: judyevelynfabray
From: rachel_berry
Subject: Hello there. Again x 47.
Date: 15 April
2026

Dear Judy,

Your granddaughter is a menace. I'm exhausted. Like, beyond exhausted. I don't know where Charlotte finds the energy, really. She's thirty pounds of endless motion and I can't keep up. I'm too old. I'm WAY too old, and my back hurts from staying bent for so long. Quinn says that we should tie her to the coffee table so we won't lose her in the house, and I'm only half-sure she's joking.

Speaking of Quinn. She's in Columbus tonight (Charlotte and I are in New York) at a reading. She's been flying around the country to events honouring her 'Letters to Our Daughter,' and I thought you'd like to know that she's in Ohio. I think people have taken to the letters as well as they have because of their content. A lot of the time, celebrities (forgive me, really) have kind of hidden their truths about what it's like to be a parent in this industry. Quinn hasn't. She's voiced her fears of how fame will affect Charlotte's upbringing, and she's given a name to the fear she feels constantly. She says that Charlotte is a piece of her heart just up and walking - stumbling, really - around outside her body. It's terrifying.

If I'm being honest, I'm suffering a bit of that separation-anxiety having Quinn gone. Charlotte helps, of course, but I find myself holding her for a little too long and constantly needing her in my sights. Dr Monroe says it's perfectly normal because this is the first time Quinn and I have been apart since Charlotte's birth. I'm not sure I like it. In fact, I hate it.

My first single off my third studio album is being released next week. It's called 'Hold It Down,' and Quinn claims it's her favourite song. Ever. She's a biased little shit, sure, but it's my favourite too. I've attached a sneak peek for you. Guard it with your life or my label will kill me.

Hope you're well.

Kind regards,
Rachel Berry-Fabray

P.S. I worry. It's been much publicised that Quinn's family doesn't accept her homosexuality, and I worry how Charlotte will come to understand that the fact that her mother loves her other mother means that she's missing half of a family. One day, will you help me explain this to her?


To: judyevelynfabray
From: rachel_berry
Subject: Hello there. Again x 48.
Date: 2 July
2026

Dear Judy,

Greetings from Seattle!

Quinn, Charlotte and I are all here for my promotional tour. We couldn't get the dates to sync up (the book release has been postponed somewhat), but we're still here as a family.

We just arrived at the hotel after a ride on the ferry, which was a nightmare, really. I don't say this lightly, but Charlotte almost ran straight overboard. If Quinn hadn't reached out to grab her, I'm certain we would be having an entirely different conversation. It's terrifying just thinking about it, and Charlotte was so surprised that she burst into tears. I don't know if she'll still like ferries after this experience. Even I'm reevaluating my opinion on them. Quinn says we're going to have to go again tomorrow to make sure she isn't scared of them. Quinn is all about facing her fears.

Anyway, I hope you're enjoying the summer. We'll be in Ohio in two weeks' time, both of us with events in Columbus and Cleveland. Quinn is less antsy about making the return, which is good. I think she's finally reached a certain sense of closure with her home state, and I'm proud of her for it. I'm proud of so many things.

I've attached a picture of the three of us on the ferry. It was taken moments before we were hoarded by fans. Sigh.

Kind regards,
Rachel Berry-Fabray

P.S. Have you ever been to Seattle?


To: judyevelynfabray
From: rachel_berry
Subject: Hello there. Again x 49.
Date: 18 July
2026

Dear Judy,

You saw us, didn't you? I mean, I saw you see us, so of course you saw us. Quinn wanted to take Charlotte to see Lima, and Santana and Brittany were there visiting, so we took a car. If you're wondering, no, Quinn didn't see you. She was too caught up in Charlotte and Brittany and the ducks.

They're beautiful, aren't they? My family.

Truthfully, I'm unsure what I'm feeling right now, and I don't know what to say. You saw us.

I've still attached a picture from that day. It's the first time I've ever seen Quinn smile that way in relation to Lima, Ohio.

Kind regards,
Rachel Berry-Fabray

P.S. Definitely not this time.


To: judyevelynfabray
From: rachel_berry
Subject: Hello there. Again x 50.
Date: 22 August
2026

Dear Judy,

We're on our first holiday as a family. Like, an actual, real holiday that has nothing to do with work. Guess where we are! Disneyland!

At first I was apprehensive about coming. I thought Charlotte would be too young, but this place is amazing and so accommodating for babies. I did my research beforehand, of course, and they have some of the best Baby Care Centres I've ever seen. We could live here.

We spent yesterday in Fantasyland, and today was all about Mickey's Toontown. I think I like it the most here because Charlotte gets so tuckered out that she sleeps right through the night. Of course, her sleep schedule is out of whack (regular nap times are out of the question), but she just gets so excited, and then I get so excited, and Quinn claims that she's brought two children to Disneyland instead of one. How rude is that? That's your daughter, Judy.

Speaking of. Apparently, the night of the 24th is only for Mommies, and Quinn has some things planned for our anniversary. I love my daughter, but it would be nice to spend some solo time with my wife. Maybe we'll have a nice, quiet dinner at the resort, or even go out on the town. Who knows?

Well, Quinn does. Obviously.

I've attached SO MANY pictures for you. Most are from our trips on the rides: Alice in Wonderland, Pirates of the Caribbean, It's a Small World, The Haunted Mansion, and Buzz Lightyear Astro Blasters. Charlotte especially liked the first one, and Quinn almost started crying. Alice in Wonderland is one of her favourite stories. I think we'll be going on it again before we leave.

Kind regards,
Rachel Berry-Fabray

P.S. Not yet.


To: judyevelynfabray
From: rachel_berry
Subject: Hello there. Again x 51.
Date: 17 September
2026

Dear Judy,

Quinn's new book is out, and it's already a bestseller! My new album is out as well, and it appears to be doing well. (Yip, we're totally THAT couple). We can barely leave the house these days or take Charlotte anywhere with us. My parents have to come here to see her, and I can't remember the last time I wasn't hoarded by paparazzi. I'm going on a World Tour next month, so I'm using this time to spend with Quinn and Charlotte before, well, I take Charlotte with me. Because of Quinn's work, she won't be able to come with me, but we have a plan. She lectures only on Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday, which gives us a lot of free time to work with where she can fly out to wherever we are in the world.

Did you hear that?

WORLD TOUR, Judy.

We're going FULL international.

Kurt is coming with me for the first leg in America, and then my parents will be on the international leg in the new year. I need people I love and trust close by to help with Charlotte, and I think Quinn will be more comfortable with that.

AND, Noah and his band, The Bearded Dragons, are going to be opening up for me. Oh, did I tell you that Meghan's pregnant? We found out last week. They're two months in, and I'm so excited for another baby in our little village. This news definitely has Kurt and Blaine making plans. I know they've been speaking to my parents about their options, and I'm just so happy for them in deciding to take that step.

Santana and Brittany still aren't married, though Santana has come through her Residency, passing her Boards swimmingly, and now she's doing her Cardio Fellowship at Mount Sinai. Charlotte loves to call her the 'Heart Doctor,' and our kid seems to appreciate Santana's profession more than she does either of ours. I'm trying really hard not to be offended. I mean, if Charlotte wants to be a doctor, then she should be whatever she wants to.

I've attached a link to purchase Quinn's book, and another link to purchase my album. Go on. You know you want to support our fledgling careers. Hah.

Kind regards,
Rachel Berry-Fabray

P.S. If ever I get to see your music collection, I'm going to check for my music. Just letting you know.


To: judyevelynfabray
From: rachel_berry
Subject: Hello there. Again x 52.
Date: 1 December
2026

Dear Judy,

Greetings from Omaha!

The tour is going well. We're selling out stadium after stadium, and it's been amazing getting to interact with the fans. They've really taken to the album (a lot of the songs are about Quinn and Charlotte and family and life and love), and the messages seem to be resonating with so many listeners. Quinn surprises a few fans at the meet-and-greets, and she ends up having these in-depth discussions on the sides while I take pictures with an endless flow of people. I just love that the work we do can give people so much to talk about. I love that what we do seems to matter.

By the way, Kurt and Blaine have decided to go the surrogate route. In another life, I suspect that they might have asked me or Quinn, but it's just not feasible right now. I would do it wholeheartedly, but the tour is HUGE, and Quinn claims her body would reject the idea, even if her head were to say yes. We offered up one of our eggs anyway. Though, I think it'd be slightly weird having a child in the world that wasn't actually yours, but I would do it for them. Still, I'm kind of hoping they choose a stranger. I don't think my latent separation-anxiety would be able to handle it.

Also, Quinn says they're optioning her third book, 'Wish I Never Met You,' and they want her to write the screenplay. She's apprehensive about it because the whole idea of the novel is that the depression her character goes through is faceless and nameless and voiceless. It's just there, and putting it into film gives it a tangible character she doesn't want it to have. It's a literary masterpiece that I think only Quinn can properly adapt into a screenplay. Nobody else would be able to do it. As yet, she hasn't given them an answer, but she's started planning a way to adapt it. She has this thinking face she does when she's in Writer-Mode, and it's - well, it's hot. I'm sorry, but it's just super hot.

Anyway, I've attached a link to a video of Quinn bringing Charlotte onto stage with her. We sang our lullaby for her, and the entire crowd joined us. It was magical. Sometimes, I have to pinch myself. Can you believe this is my life?

Kind regards,
Rachel Berry-Fabray

P.S. Not quite there.


To: judyevelynfabray
From: rachel_berry
Subject: Hello there. Again x 53.
Date: 26 December
2026

Dear Judy,

Happy holidays from Washington D.C.! I know it's not the exotic place you thought we might be, but we're loving it here. The tree is amazing! It's HUGE. I have a concert tonight, and everyone is here for it. Kurt, Blaine, Santana, Brittany, Noah, Meghan, my parents, my Quinn and my Charlotte. I have a feeling it's going to be a special show. I don't know why I think that, but I just know it.

I asked Quinn what she wanted to do after all of this is done; after all the fame and the fortune have died down and we're just washed up ex-Hollywood A-listers. I wanted to know what she wanted for our lives after we burned ourselves out trying to make it, and do you know what she said? She said she just wants to be happy. That's it. Happy and loved. It's all she's ever wanted out of life, and the rest has just been a bonus. I want that too. I want it for us, and for our entire family.

She also says she'd like to have more children, but we'll get to that another time.

I've attached a group picture of us at the Washington Monument. It took FIFTEEN tries to get this timed picture right, and then Charlotte wasn't even looking at the camera. In the end, Meghan just asked a passing tourist to do it for us, which got us recognised, and we spent the next half hour taking selfies and chatting to fans while my parents turned our daughter into an aeroplane.

Kind regards,
Rachel Berry-Fabray

P.S. Maybe next time.


To: judyevelynfabray
From: rachel_berry
Subject: Hello there. Again x 54.
Date: 28 January 2027

Dear Judy,

My baby girl turns two years old today. Right now, she's down for her afternoon nap, and Quinn is in the kitchen baking a cake. We're going low-key this year because we're not actually at home. In fact, we just got to London. I'm playing Wembley Stadium tomorrow and Saturday night, and I'm a little nervous. Big stadiums and big crowds. I love it all, don't get me wrong, but it can be overwhelming.

Last night, Quinn spoke at Cambridge. Charlotte and I attended the talk, but then we had to leave because Baby had to get to bed. Quinn was in her element, saying words and showing off her big brain until they were eating out of her palm.

I know my wife is stunning, but seeing her in action is something out-of-this-world. It helps only her that she knows how to work a room, because people usually don't know how to handle her sheer presence. She's entirely too self-aware of her powers. I realise now that, in that bathroom so many years ago, I never stood a chance. She had me hooked from the very beginning, reeled me in and convinced me it was my idea to be caught in the first place. She's entirely too smug about it, the little shit.

I've attached a picture of a sleeping Charlotte with her little lamb, creatively named 'Lamby.' Quinn mentioned that she used to have a stuffed lamb as well, and she loves that Charlotte has grown so attached. The two of them also share a love for sea turtles. Those things are stinking cute.

Kind regards,
Rachel Berry-Fabray

P.S. Not this time.


To: judyevelynfabray
From: rachel_berry
Subject: Hello there. Again x 55.
Date: 7 March
2027

Dear Judy,

Greetings from Prague!

Quinn and I now have a very well-travelled two-year-old. My girls are both doing well, happy, and enjoying their extended vacation. Quinn's decided not to teach this semester (she's still supervising). It's kind of a sabbatical, though not really. She flies back to New York at least once a month for faculty meetings and consultations with students. She's also been busy with her screenplay, though she hasn't given the green light on the project yet. She says she's only going to give it the go-ahead if SHE can make it happen on paper. This novel is too important to her to let other people potentially just mess it up. She would much rather not do it at all than do it wrong.

I just don't want her to have to go to LA. I suppose we could go with. I mean, Charlotte is young enough, and there's plenty for me to do there, but I'd really just like to settle in New York and STAY. Charlotte will be starting play school soon (okay, so not that soon), and I want us to have an established routine by then.

But, I suppose we'll see what happens.

We're both getting inspired by our travels. I've been writing a lot of music, and my personal lyricist (otherwise known as my wife) is helping. It's a luxury, really, because I can wake up in the middle of the night with a melody in my head and she's RIGHT THERE. Everyone should marry a personal lyricist. It's so convenient.

I've attached a picture of our nighttime musings. Quinn's handwriting it honestly the worst when she's half-asleep.

Kind regards,
Rachel Berry-Fabray

P.S. Sorry.


To: judyevelynfabray
From: rachel_berry
Subject: Hello there. Again x 56.
Date: 6 June
2027

Dear Judy,

Just a quick one. At 18h28 on 4th June 2027, Meghan Nicole Puckerman gave birth to a perfect baby boy weighing in at ten pounds and four ounces. His name is Ryan Christopher Puckerman, and he's a little champion. Gosh, he's so loved already.

I've attached a picture of our new bundle in his father's arms. I don't think I've ever seen Noah so happy.

Kind regards,
Rachel Berry-Fabray

P.S. I have this feeling.


To: judyevelynfabray
From: rachel_berry
Subject: Hello there. Again x 57.
Date: 19 July
2027

Dear Judy,

Today marks the day that I met Quinn exactly thirteen years ago. Wow. It amazes me to think about it, actually. Thirteen years ago, I didn't even know this wonder of a human being existed, and now she's my wife. It's funny how time and life works like that, isn't it? I told you once that I believe in fate and destiny, and that hasn't changed. Quinn and I were meant to meet, in some way or the other and, when we did, it would be magic.

And it has been. Complete and utter magic.

We've accomplished so much in these thirteen years. So much success and fame and wealth. All the awards and the accolades and the reviews. We've accomplished things that people spend lifetimes trying to achieve and, as ungrateful as it may sound, none of it even means anything anymore. When I was younger, my ultimate dream was winning the EGOT. It's coveted, and I wanted it. And then I got it, and it barely compares to the accomplished dream that is Quinn and Charlotte. Nothing in this world comes close to meaning anything to me as much as my family does.

If thirty-three-year-old Rachel Berry-Fabray were ever to tell twenty-year-old Rachel Berry just how much her life would change after she walked into that bar's bathroom; she would never believe it. Sometimes, even I don't believe it, and I'm the one who's lived it.

Whether she knows it or not, Quinn has made every single one of my dreams come true, whether I realised they were dreams of mine at the time or not. Your daughter has given me the greatest gift she could ever give me, Judy: herself. She's given me her love and her light, and I will never want for anything more in this life.

I think I'm reconsidering my original stance on renewing our vows. Hmm.

I've attached a throwback picture to that night we met. The lighting isn't so great, but look at how young we all are. Gosh. How we've grown. How we've lived.

Kind regards,
Rachel Berry-Fabray

P.S. I still have that feeling, and I don't think it's necessarily a good thing.


To: judyevelynfabray
From: rachel_berry
Subject: Hello there. Again x 58.
Date: 19 August
2027

Dear Judy,

We've been in New York for three straight weeks. I'm so relieved. I'm a little sick of travelling, even though I love touring. Charlotte has adjusted well to being back home. Quinn as well. She seems relaxed, and the writing is coming thick and fast. We're her inspirations, apparently. Sweet-talker.

I have news about Kurt and Blaine. We have another baby on the way. Baby Anderson-Hummel should be with us by March next year. They're so excited, and I'm so happy. Our village is growing!

The screenplay is officially done. She's agonised over it for the last month, editing and tweaking it until she was convinced it was ready, even making me read lines for her so she could hear the tempo. She's a master of her art, Judy. It's fascinating to see her brain in motion.

She sent it through to the directors and producers and, if they're willing to make THAT movie, then she's in. Which means LA again. At least, I think it does. I don't know. For all I know, they might say no and the entire deal could fall through. Though, that's unlikely. Who in his or her right mind would say no to a Quinn Berry-Fabray screenplay? If they say no, someone is going to say yes, and that someone is going to cash in on my wife's brilliance. Did you know that? My wife is brilliant.

We're coming up on another anniversary. This year, I'M taking the reigns. Because we're rather recognisable, there's only so much we can do in the city, but the two of us have been toying with the idea of investing in a holiday home in the Hamptons. It'll be a nice place to take a break if we need it. Quinn can use it as a writing retreat, and we'll be able to give Charlotte and all her little brothers and sisters a backyard. So, we're going on a realty tour (I know, it sounds SO romantic). There are five properties on my shortlist, and we're going to view them and hopefully decide.

I've attached copies of the listing for your perusal. I'm leaning towards the third one, but I have a feeling Quinn is going to like number four. She's always been a sucker for a spiral staircase.

Kind regards,
Rachel Berry-Fabray

P.S. Do you happen to have a spiral staircase in your house?


To: judyevelynfabray
From: rachel_berry
Subject: Hello there. Again x 59.
Date: 16 October
2027

Dear Judy,

Greetings from the Hamptons!

We're spending our first weekend in the new house, and everyone's come with us. Apparently, we're having an impromptu housewarming party and, really, Judy, this is the life. I can't even believe that I'm living it. It's that American Dream they promise you, but it's so much more. It's everything more.

I was right when I said Quinn would go for house number four. Our realtor, Justin, almost fainted when he realised we were his clients (I might have used a fake name for the initial query). I'm convinced he fell a little bit in love with Quinn just in the two hours we all spent together. Not that I blame him or anything, because I fall a bit in love with Quinn every single day.

While I love our master bedroom (for obvious reasons) the most, Quinn adores the study/library. I think she would move into it if she could (I'm sure all her stuff would fit in it), but that's just not feasible. Noah claims that we've officially MADE IT. We're one of those couples; those celebrity couples, that live in Tribeca and have a house in the Hamptons.

Did you hear that, Judy? We made it.

We did.

I've attached a group picture of our first night here. It was surprisingly painless to get this one done. Quinn thinks we should get a dog.

Kind regards,
Rachel Berry-Fabray

P.S. We're definitely not getting a dog. I have enough trouble wrangling two rowdy blondes.


To: judyevelynfabray
From: rachel_berry
Subject: Hello there. Again x 60.
Date: 25 November
2027

Dear Judy,

Tragedy has struck!

Quinn's trusty laptop (the one she's had since she wrote 'Graceless' and refuses to set aside) has decided to end its own life. She's fallen into this pouty kind of depression, as if she doesn't quite believe it. I've never seen anyone go through the five stages of grief over technology but, I kid you not, I'm seeing it with my own eyes.

The only person she's remotely present with is Charlotte, and that's only because it isn't humanly possible not to be full of joy in our daughter's presence. Quinn is stubbornly refusing to get a new laptop, so she keeps bugging me to check her emails from students on mine. I think I'm going to have to order a new one for her to preserve BOTH of our sanities. I already have one toddler to deal with.

At least Blaine managed to convince her to backup everything on the Cloud, or I think she would be inconsolable. I've attached a picture I snapped of her sulking. Isn't she just the cutest?

The screenplay was given the green light, by the way. Quinn signed the deal. Details still to follow.

Kind regards,
Rachel Berry-Fabray

P.S. Has she always been like this?


To: judyevelynfabray
From: rachel_berry
Subject: -
Date: 28 November 2027

Judy,

Quinn found our emails.

I'm not entirely sure what's going to happen now because she's refusing to let me explain, though I'm not even sure what I would say.

I don't think I'll be able to email for a while (possibly forever), and I'm sorry for that. When I started with these emails, I think I did it because I wanted you to know what you were missing. I'll admit that, since then, they've been surprisingly therapeutic for me. I hope you've appreciated them because, right now, I have to go and fight for my marriage.

Take care.

Kind regards,
Rachel Berry-Fabray


t.b.c.