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Rachel let her body sink into the expensive leather seating of the car that Dom was driving. They were going in the direction of Santana's salon though Rachel had no idea where it was. Santana had texted Rachel earlier that morning and told her that she was down to have the free treatment that she had promised her at the party that day. Finn had allowed her to have the afternoon off, though she felt guilty about it after what had gone on that morning. On going into work Rachel had found the people who worked on the machines kicking off about there being no material. After a conversation with Mercedes, Rachel had told her that she had ordered what she had been asked to the night before. So, they were left with a dilemma and had been unsure of what to do. Hayley had phoned Finn while Rachel had placed the order once again and when he had arrived, he hadn't been as annoyed as Rachel thought that he might have been. She had had no intention in telling him that she needed to have the afternoon off but it turned out that Santana had called him too and he had let her know it wouldn't be a problem. As she sat in the car she thought about what had happened, though she had no idea how things could have gotten so mixed up. She had second-guessed herself all morning as to whether she had ordered what she had been asked to, but she was sure she had. She decided to try and remember to ask Finn if he knew anything about it on getting back. She knew that he intended staying at the factory in her absence and she did feel bad about it, after he already let her have so much time off as it was. However, he had told her on more than one occasion that morning that he didn't mind her leaving early and if she was truthful she was excited about the massage she was due to have.
Rachel had been worried about getting back in time to pick Dempsey up from nursery but Finn had assured her that if she wasn't he would pick her up instead. They hadn't mentioned anything about what had happened between them the previous night and Rachel had wondered why, though given they'd both had such a hectic mornings she guessed that was at least part of the reason. That, and the knowledge that Hudson's probably wasn't the best place to discuss it. Everytime she'd been left on her own or in silence the clinch she had shared with Finn the night before was what she had thought about, she couldn't get it, or him off her mind and she knew that as her feeling's were growing it was just making the situation that they were in more and more complicated. She sighed quietly in the back of the car as she thought about what had happened between herself and Dom. Before she'd had the chance to respond to his offer, Finn had interrupted and told him that he wanted to speak to him. She hadn't known what they had spoken about but she had a niggling feeling that it was her. She had considered not mentioning anything to Dom about it in fear of it being awkward between them, but she knew that it would probably be awkward either way and the least that she could do was to let him know where he stood with her. It wasn't that she didn't like him, she did, and she thought that as much as she knew of him he was a lovely guy. However, she was head over heels in love with his boss, and she wasn't sure how she was supposed to let him know that, without giving anything away about her feelings for Finn or hurting his. Once again after getting lost in her thoughts, Rachel hadn't even noticed that the car had stopped; it took Dom speaking to her to pull her from her thoughts and prompt her to get out of the car.
"Rachel you're here . . ."
"Oh, sorry Dom I was miles away there . . . Thanks for the lift . . ."
"You're welcome. Have a nice afternoon."
"Thank you . . ." Rachel smiled and opened the door to get out of the car when her earlier thoughts came back to her about speaking to Dom. She wanted to put it off but knew that she would only worry about it until she did, and that was what prompted her to talk, though how unsure she was about doing so was evident in her tone. "Dom . . . About last night . . ."
"Don't mention it, Rachel . . ." He smiled a warm smile and Rachel sighed, returning one.
"No, I want to say that I don't want you to think that I'm just ignoring it, I would have said yesterday but Finn interrupted me. It's not that I don't like you; I just don't want anything like that at the moment. But, if you wanted to go out one night as friends I might be able to free up a space in my diary for you . . ."
Dom laughed and nodded, "well if you manage to find that space be sure to let me know."
Rachel nodded with a small smile, "have a nice day, Dom."
"You too."
Rachel walked into the salon that Santana ran and there was a large open reception area that was done out in white with a red statement wall in the middle that the reception desk sat against. There were two chairs in the corner and a stand with various products on it. Rachel considered going over to find out what she was selling, but knowing that she didn't have enough money to buy anything stopped her. She was only there after being offered a freebie. She walked over to the reception desk and was about to inform the woman behind it of her name when Santana stepped out into the open area and smiled in her direction. Rachel returned the smile and when Santana reached her she accepted and returned a hug and a kiss on each cheek. "Hi Rachel, how are you?"
"Quite excited for this massage"
Santana laughed, "Come on then"
"Do you do it?"
Santana shook her head, "I'm not doing yours, I'm going to have one too. I've got the girls to have it so we can be in the same room."
"I didn't even know you could do that"
"It's usually more for couples but girlfriends do it sometimes."
"Oh right . . ."
Santana led Rachel down a wide corridor, and on either side of her there were five treatment rooms. There was a chair for whoever was waiting outside each one of the rooms and the doors were made from some kind of expensive wood. Santana opened the door to treatment room two and Rachel stepped inside, letting it close behind her as she returned the smiles of the two blondes standing in front of her, one of them at the side of each of the two beds. The two girls, Rachel guessed, weren't much older than she was and they were dressed in cropped white trousers and a white tunic, their make-up had been applied perfectly and their hair was pulled back into ponytails. Rachel silently wondered whether they were told how to dress and appear when they were at work, though she was distracted from her thoughts as Santana spoke.
"Have you ever had a massage before Rachel?"
"Umm, no . . ." Rachel admitted. Like Brody would have allowed that, she thought. Even if it had been a female massaging her he would have stopped her and she guessed trying to explain the bruises she had would have taken any enjoyment out of the treatment.
"Don't worry," the blonde girl who was standing by the bed on the right-hand side spoke. "We need you to undress so that you're just wearing your knickers. You can put your clothes on the chair in the corner, then lay down on the bed underneath the towel on there, and I'll leave a folded up towel for you to place over your front. We'll come back in five minutes."
Rachel gave a small nod and Santana stepped to one side as the two girls left. Santana then closed a curtain that was in the middle of the room as both herself and Rachel undressed and moved to lay on the beds. "Have you had these before Santana?" Rachel questioned, though she didn't have to raise her voice too much due to the quiet of the room.
"Yeah, too many times to count. Have you really never had a massage?"
"No . . . I never have time, do I? What with Dempsey and everything . . ." Rachel told her, unsure of why she had felt the need to elaborate on why she had never had the treatment.
"Then I think your me time is well overdue . . ."
Rachel laughed quietly and nodded in agreement, "yeah, me too."
It was moments later when the two girls returned and the one that had told Rachel what to do walked over to stand by the side of the bed that she was laid on, the other one going to stand by the side of the bed Santana was on. Rachel shifted slightly so that she was a little more comfortable before settling down for her massage, swallowing hard when the therapist spoke after adjusting the towel to expose one of Rachel's legs. "That's a fairly big scar on your leg Rachel, how old is it?"
"It's about two and half years old . . . Why?" She frowned, utterly confused as to why it would matter.
"Oh we just have to check in case it could be painful, so if there was a chance it could be we wouldn't massage over it."
"Oh right . . ." she gave a small smile, which the blonde returned, before applying some oil to her skin.
Rachel was pleased that she hadn't asked what had caused it, being so taken aback about her asking about it in the first place she wasn't sure she would have been able to make up a convincing lie on the spot. However, even though Rachel hadn't been asked about it, it didn't make the memory non-existent and it came flooding back to her with a vengeance.
It was a month before Rachel was due to give birth and she had told Brody the previous day how scared she was about it. However, he'd woken her up early that morning and had told her he needed to go out for an early business meeting but that he would be back. She had gone and done some shopping, bought some clothes and made sure the nursery she had decorated for her baby was finished. For the rest of the afternoon and the night she had done pointless things to try and take her mind off Brody not being there. Rachel had had a bath and changed into nighty before curling up on the couch, silently wondering where he was but at the same time was trying not to get herself too worked up about it.
When the clock reached half twelve in the morning Rachel began to get angry, he knew how worried she was yet he thought that it was all right for him to stay out all day and all night. She had tried calling him but he had turned his phone off in the afternoon and she was suspicious that he was hiding something from her by doing so. When the house began to grow cold she picked up a blanket and covered herself with it. Rachel guessed she must have nodded off as the next thing that she knew, Brody had opened the door with a clatter and it startled her. She frowned and stood up before walking into the hallway of the house, shaking her head as it dawned on her that he was drunk. "Where have you been?"
"Out, I told you I was going out this morning." He closed the door shut heavy handily before walking straight past Rachel and into the living room.
"No, you told me that you were going to a meeting and that you'd be back."
"I am back."
"You're drunk."
"Well done." he smirked before laughing at his own comment as he reached into the cupboard to pick up an expensive bottle of Whiskey.
As he went to pour it into a glass, Rachel walked over and took it from him before shaking her head as she spoke again, the anger she felt seeping through into her tone. "No, don't just have more to drink. I want to know why you did that?" she snapped, "it was only last night that I told you how worried I was that something happened or that I would end up having to go through it on my own and you think that going off all day and leaving me was the right thing to do. You didn't even tell me where you were going."
He tutted and shrugged, "oh don't over-react Rachel, nothing happened did it."
"Even if it had you wouldn't have known, you turned your phone off."
"Yeah, I did. You're doing my head in, now get over it, give me that bottle and give me a kiss."
Rachel scoffed and shook her head a little before speaking up once more. "You have got to be joking. You can get stuffed Brody. Stay on the couch tonight, I don't even want to speak to you." Rachel snapped and turned to leave the room, but before she could get out of the door, Brody turned around and threw a glass at her. However, due to the alcohol in his system he missed her and it smashed off the wall, causing one of the shards cut her leg. Blood immediately began to seep from the wound, but before Rachel had the chance to do anything, Brody was on her, holding either one of her shoulders as he turned her around and pushed her back against the wall harshly. "You ever talk to me like that again and it won't just be a cut on your leg you get." Brody was so close to Rachel that she could smell the alcohol on him that he had been drinking, as well as nicotine, though she thought better than to question him about if he had been smoking. "You can stay on the couch tonight and I expect an apology in the morning." he tapped her on the cheek firmly with his hand before pushing her backwards as he let go and walked upstairs, leaving a terrified Rachel shaking and fighting back her tears as she stood in the broken glass.