Under His Spell -- A Glee Fanfiction

Chapter 4

Brody Weston walked down the long hallway of La Palazza hotel and unlocked the door to Room 164. The lights were turned off and his client sat on the bed.

"Alright, Mary. You know I only take cash, and am paid up front." He flipped on the lights and was shocked at the sight in front of him.

"Hey there, Donkey Face." Santana was sitting on the edge of the bed, not his client Mary. She had gotten into the room and been waiting for Brody to arrive so she could get her proof.

"What do you think you are doing here?" Brody asked.

"Oh, you know good and well what I'm doing here. I'm here to get my proof that you are a man whore, and also to rat you out to Rachel."

"Please, don't tell Rachel! And besides, you won't have any proof to show her."

Santana smirked. "But I do." She waltzed over to the plant in the corner and took a camera out of it. "Say hello to the camera, and goodbye to Rachel."

*****

The next hour was a race to get back to the apartment. Santana was racing to get back for Brody so she could bust him, and Brody was to stop Santana.

Santana reached the apartment first. "KURT. RACHEL. Urgent meeting. PRONTO!" Rachel & Kurt emerged from their bedrooms and looked at each other, then to Santana.

"Yes? What is it?" Kurt asked.

Santana held up her camera and smiled.

"What is that?" Rachel asked.

Santana walked over to them. "This, my friends, is the golden ticket. The truth about your little boyfriend."

About that time, Brody busted through the door. "STOP!"

"Too late, plastic. Berry already knows the truth about you, and she probably wants to say something to you!"

Rachel nodded and handed Kurt the camera. She stepped towards Brody. "Rachel, I can explain." Brody tried.

"Brody, I love you. And we said we would always be honest with each other. Now that I know the truth about you, I want you to know the truth. At that wedding... I slept with Finn. But it didn't mean anything.. "

Brody hugged her. "I guess we've both been a little mischievous lately."

Kurt gagged.

Santana cleared her throat. "Excuse me?! What is going on here? Rach, are you seriously forgiving him and basically saying you are even because you hooked up with your flop high school ex who you obviously still have a thing for, and plastic man here has his DNA in a ton of random ladies around New York? That is the opposite of my plan."

Kurt pulled Santana off to the side. "Now what?"

Santana glanced over at the current situation. Rachel obviously wasn't dumping him anytime soon, judging by how far her tongue was down his throat. "They won't break up. But if he keeps whoreing around, maybe she will dump his sorry ass."

Rachel looked up at Brody. "I promise I will never cheat on you again."

Brody smiled. "And I won't either. I will stop being an escort-"

"*COUGH*hooker!" Kurt interjected.

Brody chuckled a bit and finished. But they didn't know he had his fingers crossed.