"I...I'm sorry, what?" Brody didn't look confused, Rachel interpreted it as outraged, which was worse. There was no way back now, but Rachel didn't want to back out anyway.

"I love Cassandra."

"Wait, you're in love with her or you love her?"

"Does it really matter?"

"I thought you were with Finn?"

"Yes, I was, we broke up. You know that."

"And when did you decide to become a lesbian?"

"I didn't decide with who to fall in love with."

"I thought you were straight. I thought...I...I thought you and me..." He stood up and was pacing back and forth, it seemed like he wasn't really listening to Rachel because he didn't even looked at her.

"I'm sorry."

"But she's your, our, teacher. And what? Ten years older? And I don't even think she is gay. You should stop, it's not right."

"My feelings are not right?"

"Yea."

"I'm sorry, but I don't think that's your decision." Now it was Rachel's turn to get upset. She stood up.

"Well, I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"I'm sorry that you think you love someone who can't love you back."

"I think I am in love? You know what Brody, I think non of this is your business. I just wanted to tell you, because we're friends, or at least I thought we were. And who says she can't love me back?" He looked at her with disbelief and seconds later, it was clear Brody understood.

"That's why she was calling you by your name and why you were here before me." He stopped his tracks right in front of Rachel and looked down at her. It made Rachel slightly uncomfortable, but she didn't want to upset him more by standing up and taking a defensive position. "You slept with her." It wasn't a question, or at least it didn't sound like one, but Brody clearly wanted Rachel to respond.

"That's non of your business." Now, Rachel felt the need to be defensive. She wished, she'd answered differently, because her answer was as good as a yes. Within seconds, probably the time Brody needed to realize what Rachel said, he stormed downstairs. "Wait Brody! What are you-?" Rachel jumped off the couch and ran downstairs too, but she was too late.

Brody was storming towards Cassandra, who was standing at the door frame in the bedroom.

"You slept with her?!" He was enraged and if Rachel hadn't been there, Cassandra would have laughed at him. It just looked ridiculous. She tried not to smile, but she couldn't stop the cocky grin.

"Jealous?"

"Brody, stop it." Rachel was quickly by his side, she looked upset and Cassandra knew she needed to end this conversation soon, because it could end pretty ugly.

"You should listen to her."

"Right now, I don't care. You slept with a student."

"Brody!" Rachel wasn't really a part of the conversation, they both ignored her. It wasn't nice, but necessary.

"Why don't you mind your own business?"

"Rachel is my business." She knew she got him, she provoked it, but she felt a little sorry for him. Brody just meant he cared for her, but Cassandra was going to turn his words.

"How much did it cost her?" Cassandra had stopped grinning, she was absolutely serious now and Brody knew it. His face went blank.

Rachel realized something was going on between them and that they both ignored her, so she listened. For some reason she felt this argument was not strictly about her.

"You have no right-"

"And you don't have any right to talk to me that way. It is her decision. I think we should both keep quiet about our opinions, don't you? After all, Rachel wanted to tell you, because she thought you're friends."

"If you hurt her-"

"Are you threatening me?" He didn't answer, so Cassandra continued. "I didn't think so. I'd say, I see you tomorrow, but you're gonna teach. Don't worry, it will show on your credentials." It was obvious that he was furious, but he kept quiet and the grin from earlier came back to Cassandra's lips.

"I'll leave." He turned around and walked towards the door, Cassandra had no problem with him leaving, but Rachel did. "Alright. Have a nice evening."

"Wait, no, what is going on between you two?" Just before Brody reached the door, Rachel caught up with him and stopped in front of him. She didn't want him to leave without answers.

"It's nothing Rachel. I'm sorry how I reacted. I'll see you tomorrow."

"We'll talk tomorrow, okay?" Brody avoided eye contact and didn't answer her question, but Rachel needed to talk to him.

"Good night Rachel." It was on purpose just directed to Rachel, but just a second later he realized what he said and frowned. With that he just left. Cassandra was surprised when he closed the door quietly.

As soon as the door was closed, Rachel turned around and focused on Cassandra. Cassandra hadn't moved since the came downstairs. Rachel walked a few steps towards her and crossed her arms.

"What was that?"

"You're mad at me now?" If Rachel wasn't, she was now and not because Cassandra asked, but because she chuckled.

"Yes."

"Why?"

"You ignored me, I was talking to him, but you two just ignored me and I want to know what you talked about. He was really upset and suddenly he just backed off, why?" Cassandra tried not to laugh, it was really hard, because Rachel was waving her arms around, probably to make her point. It didn't work.

"I don't know, why don't you ask him?"

"I will, but I asked you first."

"You heard us, I was defending you and you know I am right." Yes, Cassandra was defending Rachel the whole time, but Rachel knew they talked about something else, which was not about Rachel, so there she wasn't protecting Rachel.

"You both think you're right and you both think you were defending me."

"Alright. Did you tell him because he's your friend?"

"Yes."

"And he reacted properly? I was calm and reasonable and he was yelling in my apartment, so what did I do wrong? You thought he was out of line, didn't you? Because you tried to stop him from being rude. So please tell me at what point I ignored you or what I did wrong."

"I still want to know what this was about, because it clearly wasn't about me."

"He is concerned about you and I told him there's nothing to worry about."

"I know something is going on, just because I don't know what, doesn't mean I believe you."

"So, you don't think I was defending you and me?"

"Alright, I admit you were. Thank you."

"What did you expect?" Cassandra changed the subject of conversation and sat on the couch. She sat cross legged and waited for Rachel.

"I don't know, well I didn't expect you to leave when I asked you to and I didn't expect him to run downstairs and yell at you, so all of this was unexpected." While talking Rachel calmed down and sat next to Cassandra. She didn't realize the subject changed.

"Thank you too."

"You're welcome."

"Do you even know why I'm thanking you?"

"I do. You thought I would lie."

"You make that sound like a bad thing, lying isn't bad. We often lie to protect others feelings."

"Yea, I know, but your feelings are more important to me than his." She kissed Cassandra to make her point clear. "You think he'll tell?" Rachel frowned, Cassandra could tell she was worried. She put her hands on Rachel's hips and moved her onto her lap.

"No." She kissed Rachel, but Rachel quickly broke it off.

"You think, or you know he won't?"

"I don't think he will." Actually she knew he won't, but Cassandra didn't want to argue again. She left a trail off small kissed on Rachel's cheek and jawline.

"You're frustrating to fight with."

"How come?" Cassandra stopped her trail, to ask, but continued on Rachel's neck.

"You're calm and confident." That made Cassandra chuckle against her neck, but she stopped the kisses and looked Rachel into the eyes.

"Actually that sounds like a compliment, so thank you."

"Yea, that's your thing too, you're twisting words."

"Are you trying to make me feel horrible by pointing out my flaws?" Cassandra continued her trail on Rachel's collarbone, she knew Rachel wanted her to, she felt it. Rachel's breathing got heavier and more irregular, she leaned into the kiss.

"No, sorry."

"Don't be, I didn't say it worked." It was nice to see the effect she had on Rachel.

"I need to go home." That came out of the blue and brought Cassandra back to reality. She was not often confused and she didn't like the feeling. She let out a small frustrated puff.

Rachel got off of her lap and sat next to her.

"Alright." It actually wasn't alright, it was confusing. Just a few minutes before Rachel called Cassandra frustrating, how ironic.

"You don't want to know why?"

"I'm sure you'll tell me anyway."

"No."

"When do you have to leave?"

"Soon, I guess."

"Okay, I do want to know why." Rachel stopped this because she guessed she had to leave?

"Kurt and I need to talk, because of my parents." The frustration Cassandra felt was gone, it was understandable now, not confusing.

"Are you coming back?" They talked quieter than usual, Rachel felt terrible for not continuing what Cassandra had started, Cassandra felt bad for that too, but there was something else she didn't like about this situation. She couldn't figure out what it was though.

"I don't know, I've to go to school tomorrow."

"You don't have to, my father can give you a certificate."

"That's a really nice offer, but I have to go to school."

"Are you going the whole week?"

"I don't know. Why did you took the whole week off anyway?"

"Well, I need at least one day off, sometime between Wednesday and Friday."

"You could've worked Monday and Tuesday."

"I don't want to."

"Well, that's always a good reason."

"I know." Cassandra just ignored Rachel's sarcasm. Rachel stood up and walked into the bedroom without a word. Cassandra knew Rachel was gathering her things, to take them with her, so she didn't follow or questioned Rachel. Within seconds Rachel came back, fully dressed now.

"I forgot my phone upstairs." Cassandra wasn't sure why Rachel felt the need to explain to her why she went upstairs, but she dismissed the thought promptly when she watched Rachel walking through her apartment.

Rachel quickly walked upstairs, got her phone and went downstairs again.

"I called Henry." Rachel wasn't even near the couch, but Cassandra knew she was back.

"When?"

"Just now."

"That was quick." It took less than a minute to go upstairs, grab her phone and come back, so it was weird that Cassandra already talked to Henry.

"Well, I don't have much to talk with him." Rachel sat down on the armrest of the couch and frowned a little, she wondered how good Cassandra knew Henry.

"He's a really nice man, maybe you should talk to him more."

"I know he is, but I didn't call him to make conversation."

"I know, still." They were quiet for a moment. "You want me to take your car." It wasn't a question, they both knew it, but somehow it always came up and was an issue between them.

"If it's too unpleasant, you don't have to, I'd just prefer it."

"I know."

"Does that mean you'll drive with Henry?" Rachel didn't answer. "You're doing this on purpose." Still no reaction. "I see."

"I better get going."

"Okay."

"I call you when I'm home."

"Okay." Rachel grabbed her coat and her purse from the wardrobe and walked back to Cassandra. She leaned down and kissed Cassandra who deepened the kiss, Cassandra was holding Rachel's face, so she couldn't break the kiss again. For some reason, Cassandra wasn't sure yet, she had the feeling she needed to show Rachel that she loved her. At some point they needed to breath though and they broke apart.

"What was that for?"

"I love you." Rachel looked happy, she didn't look unhappy before, but happier now and Cassandra was glad.

"I've got to go now."

"Okay."

"You're holding me." Rachel smirked a bit, but Cassandra let her go.

"Sorry." Cassandra stood up and walked with Rachel to the door.

"I'll call."

"Alright, bye."

"Bye." She waited for Rachel to get into the elevator, but eventually closed the door.

Rachel walked out of the building and saw Henry waiting at the car, even though she didn't approve that Cassandra didn't want her to use the subway or take a cab, she liked Henry and smiled nicely at him. He returned the smile.

"Hey Henry, how are you?"

"Good evening Rachel." Her smile grew bigger when he used her first name. "I'm fine, thank you. How are you?"

"Me too."

"You want me to drive you home?"

"Well, kind of."

"Miss July wants me to drive you home."

"Yes."

"Okay." She walked towards the door, opened it and got in. It was nice that Henry let her do it, she wanted it to be at least a bit normal. While driving, Rachel texted Kurt, but he didn't answer, so she hoped he'd be home.

"Henry, can I ask you something?"

"Yes."

"How well do you know Cassandra?"

"I've been her driver for a few years now."

"I mean personally."

"As a driver you get to know people."

"Okay, how well does she know you."

"I imagine she knows basic information about me."

"So, you two don't talk much?"

"May I say something?"

"Sure."

"You're a really nice young woman Rachel, but I'm Miss July's employee. We don't meet socially, I just work for her." Rachel didn't respond to Henry's statement, she just thought about it. Obviously Henry had as much interest to get to know Cassandra as Cassandra did: non. "We're there." He parked the car in front of Rachel's building and turned around to face Rachel. She wondered for a moment how he always managed to get the spot right in front of the building.

"Oh, okay. Thanks Henry. Good night."

"Rachel." She grabbed her bag and had the door opened, but stopped.

"Yah?"

"I like Miss July, she's a good woman, but we're not friends."

"I understand." She really didn't, they didn't need to be friends, but they could know each other a bit.

"Good night to you too." With that she left the car. She knew Henry would wait until she entered the building and a few moment more, to see if anybody was following her. Rachel wasn't sure if he did it because, Cassandra told him to or because, he wanted to. The second thought was nicer. She walked upstairs and into her apartment.

"Surprise!" And she dropped her purse and keys. Three voices just yelled at her, so it wasn't that weird. In front of her stood her parents, a little behind them was Kurt.

"Dad! Daddy!" Rachel ran towards them and the three of them group hugged. "What are you doing here? I thought you were coming Wednesday?"

"Yes, but your father-" Hiram was talking about Leroy. "Managed to get two extra days off, so here we are."

"Oh, I missed you so much!" Another group hug. "When did you arrive?"

"Not so long ago, maybe an hour or so." Now Leroy was talking.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"It wouldn't have been a surprise if we did."

"That's why you didn't answer my texts, isn't it Kurt?"

"Yes." When Rachel first walked in Kurt looked guilty, but when he saw that Rachel was happy about the surprise he relaxed and was glad for her.

"I would've come home earlier." She realized what she said and to what she just opened the door, Rachel didn't really want to have this conversation with her parents now, not again today, but the sooner the better.

"Ah, that's alright, we had a great time with Kurt."

"Let me change and then we'll talk okay?"

"Absolutely." She gave both her dads a kiss on the cheek, Then she turned around threw her purse on her bed and grabbed some comfortable clothes and walked into the bathroom. Rachel could hear her dad's and Kurt talking while she changed and wondered about how to tell her parents. Eventually though, she had to leave the bathroom. Just before she wanted to leave the bathroom someone knocked, so she opened the door. Her father, Hiram was at the door.

"I'm done, you can come in now."

"Oh no, I was worried." Rachel must have looked confused, she certainly felt that way, because he explained. "It took you so long, what's on your mind?"

"Nothing." Lying was probably not a good way to approach what she wanted to tell. She walked out of he bathroom.

"Oh Rachel, I know you're lying. Your father and Kurt are talking about his internship, which by the way is terrific, so, if you want, it's just you and me." Rachel took a deep breath, sat on her bed and waited for her father to join her. Kurt and her dad were vividly talking. "You know you can tell us anything."

"Yes I know. It's hard anyway."

"Take your time, we're staying till Sunday. I might fall asleep, though." He tried to joke, but Rachel still felt anxious.

"I'm in a relationship."

"Yes, I heard you broke up with Finn." Rachel knew he was trying to comfort her, even if it wasn't helping.

"Yes."

"Because of this new guy?"

"Well, no, because I didn't love him anymore. He changed and I changed and it just didn't work out."

"Yes, sometimes people grow apart and a long distance relationships are complicated." Maybe they are, Rachel didn't know, she didn't think what she and Finn had at the end was a relationship.

"Maybe we could've worked it out, but we didn't even talk since I moved here. But that's not what you were asking for. I broke up with Finn and I accepted it, it was my decision and it's okay." She needed and wanted to stop talking about Finn. It made her sad, she missed him, but not as her boyfriend or her fiancé, but as a friend. He made her feel good about herself.

"Okay, so, tell me about this new guy." Now or never, better quick than slow, like a Band-Aid.

"This new guy." Rachel chuckled and her father looked irritated. "She's a woman."