Under His Spell -- A Glee Fanfiction

Chapter 5

"Oh, HELL NO!! Donkey Face is not moving back in here and taking up half of my shelf space in the bathroom with his wack moisturizing shit! That's ridiculous!" Santana shouted.

Rachel had broke the news to Santana that Brody was moving back in and would require his shelf space back. Kurt glanced up at them and went back to reading his book. He was staying out of this.

"Santana, Brody was here before you were, and besides its only fair! Either you give him space or you move out!"

Santana rolled her eyes and walked over to Brody, who was smirking.

"What's wrong Santana? The princess not happy when she doesn't get her way?" Brody sneered.

Santana came unglued. "Alright, Mannequin Ass! I'll give you your space! But if you test me, I will go all Lima Heights on your ass! Mmk?"

Brody chuckled. "Ooh. Lima Heights! SUCH a badass!" He lightly shoved her.

Santana pounced at him and started hitting him. Rachel and Kurt could barely hold her back. "Infierno al no! es mejor alejarse antes de vencer a la mierda fuera de usted! usted plástico tonto imbécil! No eres más que una puta locura!"

Santana went full Latina on Brody.

"Brody, I would leave." Kurt said while trying to hold Santana's flailing arms back.

"YEAH! Leave you puta locura! ir a buscar a uno de sus clientes!" Santana belted out.

Rachel helped Brody quickly grab his suitcase and run out the door. Kurt let go of Santana. "The hell, Santana?! That was not the plan!"

"You didn't give me the signal, so I went on my on route!"

"What signal?! There was no signal!"

"I know. I made up my own plan, called winging it. Lady Hummel, get me some water. That rant got me parched." Santana flopped down on the couch.

Kurt rolled his eyes and sat down with her. "No. Get it yourself."

*****

Rachel burst through the door two hours later in tears.

Kurt and Santana were eating pizza and laughing about something. They stopped and ran over to her.

"Rach.. Rachel! What's wrong?" Kurt asked.

Rachel buried her face in Kurt's chest.

"Tell us, Berry." Santana said.

A puffy-eyed Rachel looked up at the two. "Well, I left with Brody during Santana's diva moment. We went to a hotel and got him a room to stay in. Then, as I was leaving, he got in the elevator with some stranger lady. So I asked the concierge for a key to his room and went upstairs to it. When I opened the door...." She started sobbing hard.

Kurt looked at Santana. She was smirking. "I knew it. I knew Ken the Barbie wouldn't stop his prostituting ways. What did I say? So then what happened?"

Rachel sniffled. "When I saw..it.. He looked up at me and was in shock. He tried to apologize, but I slapped him. I started yelling at him, and then...he..." She couldn't finish. All she could do was point to a bruised mark on her face.

Kurt and Santana gasped. "Oh my god, Rach. Did Brody hit you?"

Rachel nodded as tears streamed down her face.

Santana huffed. "That's it! That is IT! He asked for it! He's getting a taste of Lima Heights FURY!"

Rachel shook her head. "No.."

Santana was confused. "No? What do you mean 'no'?"

Rachel looked at her and wiped her Kurt handed her an ice pack to apply to her face. "Because I love him."

Kurt took Rachel's hand. "Rachel.. You can't stay in an abusive relationship. It's too risky, especially with an escort. You need to leave him."

Rachel pressed the ice to her bruise. She winced. "I..I can't."

"You have to! What is your reason for staying with him when he hurts you?!" Santana shouted.

"Because...

I'm pregnant.."