The next morning, Rachel woke up in Kurt's bed. She remembered that last night Brody left and she was hysterical. Kurt had slept on the couch and Rachel slept in his bed. She didn't want to be in the same room as Santana.
Rachel looked into the mirror. She had dried up mascara staining her cheeks. She looked like a hot mess.
She quickly washed her face and turned around. Rachel's eyes widened.
"Rach." Brody said.
"Brody.. What are you doing back here?"
"I'm sorry I left. I was just upset with Santana, and wasn't thinking. Do you forgive me?"
Rachel smiled and kissed him. "Of course I do. Now you can move back in and-"
"Um, Rachel.. I can't move back in here. I mean, I want to. But Santana is just.. You know. But I did rent the apartment next door!"
Rachel squealed and jumped in his embrace.
*****
"Okay, Lady Hummel. Let Auntie Tana tell you how it is. Brody is an escort. Plain and simple."
Kurt shook his head. "Well Rachel sure thinks otherwise."
"We just need to tell her. But I have to get proof."
Kurt ran a hand through his hair. "San, we can't tell Rach! She has her Funny Girl Audition coming up and that would stress her out. She would be crushed."
Santana stood up and headed for the door of the cafe the were in.
"Where are you going?"
Santana grinned. "To get my proof."
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Under His Spell -- A Glee Fanfiction
RandomRachel is with Brody, and doesn't listen to what her friends have to say. She just wants to live an amazing life in New York. Santana and Kurt figured out that Brody is an escort, and Santana is trying to get Rachel to see because she doesn't want...
