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Here's what you've been waiting for-Kurt's confrontation with Rach about Cassie. Sorry it's so short-we wanted the next part to have it's own chapter.

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Ch. 4 Interrogation

Rachel finished tidying up her room and walked out to the "living room" to grab her Barbra Streisand "Back to Brooklyn" CD. In passing, Kurt stared at her and she could feel his glance. After retrieving her CD, she slowly turned her gaze up and looked at him, quizzically.

"Take a picture," she joked. She realized it was something her mother would have said—she spent an awful lot of time around that woman.

Kurt continued to stare at her, one perfectly sculpted eyebrow raised, his hands on his hips cockily, a "mother knows best" expression plastered across his face.

"Can I help you?" Rachel tried again, pushing a lock of long brown hair behind her ear self consciously.

"Why yes, Rachel, I believe you can," he motioned for her to sit on the couch and she did so, slowly, hesitantly.

"With…Blaine?" she was utterly lost.

"No, with you. I don't need help with MY love life."

With a huge dramatic sigh, Rachel said, "Honestly, Kurt, I have no idea what you're getting at. What did I do THIS time? Seriously—between you and Shelby and Santana and Cassandra you'd think I'm a walking conspiracy…"

Finally, Kurt seemed unable to stay silent about whatever was so important he needed to tell her about it. It must have been pretty serious, because his eyebrows rose, along with his voice, (which rarely ever happened), as he exclaimed with disgust, "How can you fall for someone old enough to be your mother, Rachel?!"

Now Rachel was really lost, not remembering the whole "I know you love Cassandra" ordeal from the few nights ago. In all reality she had been trying her best to just completely block that entire night out of her memories—it was proving extremely hard to do.

"What the hell are you talking about?" she asked after a second of thought.

"Not to mention how rude July is to you—she's a bully, Rach."

Now she understood what this was all about, and she rolled her eyes and stood, feeling patronized and irritated.

"For the last time, Kurt, I'm NOT in love with Cassandra!"

"Well then who are you in love with, Rachel?!"

"I'm—", for a moment Rachel was speechless—caught off guard, as she walked towards the kitchen to get a much needed glass of water. If she was going to raise her voice then she was going to lubricate her throat—no need to damage her vocal chords over a conversation as pointless as one where he believed she was in love with Ms. July.

"I'm not in love with anybody," she said finally, her heart thumping harshly at the lie as she pulled a glass down from the cupboard. After a second thought, she got one down for Kurt as well and filled them both. "Anyways, I don't understand why you just assume I'm in love with Cassandra."

"You only talk about her all the time…"

"Because she's a bitch!" Rachel finally said what she had been wanting to about the woman for such a long time before she took a long drink of her cool water. "She ruins my life and so I talk about her!"

Kurt narrowed his eyes at her, studying her reactions carefully. She set down her glass slowly, unappreciative of his interrogation. This definitely was not fair. "Are you sure you're not just saying all of that because her bitchiness really turns you on? Do you like it when people treat you like shit, Rach?"

Rachel dropped her jaw, trying not to think about Cassandra July turning anybody on. Her thoughts quickly flicked from her mother and Cassandra back to the conversation as she shook her head and shivered. "Gross, Kurt! No! Cassandra does a lot of things, but turning me on is not one of them!"

"Then who does?!" He threw his hands up in what would usually be a gesture of defeat, however Rachel knew better. "Just stop lying to me! I told you about me and Blaine. Just be honest with me, Rachel."

After thinking about telling Kurt—she knew she had to sometime during the week eventually anyways—she thought better of letting all of her feelings out spur of the moment. She had a few more das to procrastinate it and procrastinate it she would.

"Brody call me again today," she admitted something else—shedding some light on another subject for the time being, even if it was one she'd rather not discuss.

"What?!" Kurt was taking a drink of water and practically choked on it as he set his glass down, leaning against the countertop and propping his head in his hand to listen to the story—all thoughts of Cassandra swept away due to a more important situation at hand.

"Yeah. Santana heard about it and threw my cell phone across the room. She's lucky I have a spare, but it's not a very good one. I'll have to order a new one now…"

"Shit…well what did Mr. Prostitute want?"

Rachel did her best to mimic his voice, ""I'm sorry, baby, I really am. The other girls didn't mean anything, I just needed the money…""

"That asshole. I'm so sorry, Rach."

"It's okay," Rachel sighed. "I'll live. He might not though—San got pretty defensive. You know, BEFORE she threw my phone." She added a bit bitterly.

"I'll bet. You know she does care, Rach. She doesn't want to see anything bad happening to you. She's not as mean as she was in high school. I think she really likes us now."

Rachel nodded slowly, unable to attempt the small smile rising to her lips. "Yeah, I think maybe she's slowly starting to come around…Oh, I'm supposed to meet up with mom for lunch…she has to finish talking to July first though, apparently they had to discuss something important…" as much as she wanted her mother to be happy, she still couldn't help but shutter at the thought of what "something important" was code for… July WAS her teacher…and Shelby WAS her mother…and them having any sort of history seemed odd. Different.

"Yes, now, back to this Cassandra thing, when are you going to tell her how you feel?" Kurt wondered, jokingly.

"Um, never, because my feelings for her are nonexistent. Now, my mother's feelings for her are another story completely…"

"Oh god, the two biggest drama queens on the planet besides the one in front of me are in love." Kurt laughed. "I should have known. But I will find out who this mystery person for you is eventually, you know that, right? You can't keep it from me."

Finishing up her water, Rachel laughed. "Whatever helps you sleep at night."

"Yeah, like Cassandra helps you sleep at night?" he teased her. ""Ohh, Cassie!"" he exclaimed in his best Rachel Berry voice.

"Yes, because the only thing I ever dream about is Cassie July and how she makes me scream with excitement and swoon with delight. You know how I love it when people "treat me like shit". I'm just sooo turned on by it."

"I know you are, honey. Now, I need to go talk to my man, before I start to go through withdrawals. So while you go day dream about Crazy July, I am going to talk to my actual boyfriend."

""She's not crazy!"" Rachel mocked her mother's defensive lovey voice. ""She's misunderstood!""

"Whatever makes you feel better about the craziness that is the two of you together…"

Rachel and Kurt both recognized how ridiculous they were being about the whole situation, so for good measure, Rachel added as a final thought, "Crazy in LOOOOOVVVEEE."

Kurt let out a laugh. "Oh, god. Rachel Berry is in love. Alert the media!"

"Oh, yes," Rachel linked her arm with Kurt's as she spoke. "But call my mother first—you must tell her so she can beat me up when she finds out that her girlfriend helps me sleep at night…"

Shaking his head and laughing, Kurt smiled. "You are not right, Rachel."

Rachel gave a shrug, reaching for her Barbra CD, which she had set on the counter. "I was raised by the best—you and my mother!"

Kurt pulled his best friend into a tight hug. "Love you, Babs. I hope you can feel more open with me soon, but I won't push you anymore."

"I love you too, Kurt. And I'll tell you about it all soon, okay? I promise. Really soon."