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Chapter 14

"Something about that Brody guy is definitely off", Santana said to Kurt. It's been a while since Finn and Rachel broke up, and currently, she was dating Brody, another NYADA student. This evening, Rachel was on a date with said guy, and Kurt and Santana were sitting in their living room, watching "Project Runway". Kurt shook his head. "I don't think so. Maybe Brody is a little bit…eccentric and self-absorbed, but otherwise…" Santana muted the TV. Kurt looked up from his Vogue. "Hey! That was the best part", he protested. "Listen, Lady Lips, if Auntie Snixx says that something is wrong, then you better believe her. What if Brody is dangerous? I only pick up bad vibes from that guy and that ain't good", she said, crossing her arms. Kurt cocked his eyebrows. "Your primary power is earth manipulation, not empathy", he pointed out. Santana shrugged. "Call it my intuition or something, but I don't trust Weston and you shouldn't either", she advised the chestnut-haired boy before going to her room. Kurt shook her head. It was nothing new that Santana was skeptical towards new people. Ever since they all shared that secret, he noticed that she was even more on guard. Maybe she was just exaggerating like she always did.

Later that evening, Rachel and Brody went up to the apartment. "I really enjoyed our date", Rachel smiled. Brody smiled right back. "When can we see each other again?", he asked. Rachel grimaced. "I don't know to be honest. This is my freshman year and I don't want to mess it up especially after I gave everything to get into this school…", she explained. Brody smiled compassionately. "I totally get that. Just text me whenever you have time", he winked. Rachel unlocked her apartment door and was about to enter. "Oh, and Rachel? Can I use your bathroom for one second?", Brody asked. The brunette nodded. "It's the first door on the left", she said and sat down on the couch of her living room. Brody rushed to the bathroom and locked the door. He quickly looked around. The bathroom was not really spacious, there was only a bathtub, a toilet and a small dresser with several hairbrushes (Which all had name tags) and hair products. Nothing special. Brody shrugged. Maybe his assumptions were wrong. When he was about to leave, he noticed something in the bathtub that caught his eye. Something shiny. Brody went closer, bended down and lifted the item with his fingertips. That looked like a…scale? Brody frowned. Since when were fish scales violet? Did Rachel or her roomies even have an aquarium? "Brody? Everything okay in there?", Rachel asked from outside. Brody quickly put the scale in his pocket, took one hair strand from Rachel's hairbrush and unlocked the door. "Yes, I'm fine. I was just…distracted", he said. Rachel cocked her head to the side. "By what?", she wanted to know. Brody scratched his head. "You know…NYADA and my job", he said earnestly. "You never told me what your job is", Rachel realized. Brody paled. He always tried to avoid that topic. "Well…it's complicated. But now, I have to leave, time flies", he mumbled, looking down his watch. He backed away and was about to leave when Rachel grabbed him by the arm. "Brody…if there is something wrong, you know you can always talk to me, right?", she said, looking concerned. Brody smiled faintly. "I know, darling. But don't worry, I'm just stressed out. Maybe I should go home now, get some sleep", he said. Rachel pecked him on the cheek. "Well, good night, Brody" He pecked her right back. "Good night, Rachel." He closed the door and rushed downstairs to his car. To be honest, he felt bad because he lied to Rachel. She was cute and kind and everything, but Brody needed the money. After he had stopped working as a male prostitute, he needed another job, and he needed it fast. Luckily for him, his current boss offered him a job which was even better paid than his previous one. Brody retrieved the scale from his pocket and turned it in his hands. From his other pocket, he took out a strand of hair which he stole from Rachel's hairbrush. He really hoped for the brunette that the analysis in the lab wouldn't bring the results he thought they would bring, or else things could turn out bad for her. Brody retrieved his iPhone and dialed a phone number. "Yes, boss, it's me, Brody Weston. Look, I have the DNA samples of the subject. I will send them to the laboratory as soon as possible."

One week later, Brody entered the laboratory of his workplace. His boss had sent him a text, telling him that the scientists were done analyzing the samples. He approached the head scientist. "What did you find out?", he asked. The man looked to the paper in front of him. "According to our experiments, the probability of those two DNA samples belonging to the same person is 98.7 percent", the scientist said. Brody's eyes went wide. So, his intuition was not failing him. Rachel Berry was a mermaid.


A/N: Sorry, Brody-fans, but I needed an antagonist and he was perfect for the role...