That catches her off guard. Rachel's not sure what he's doing here, though she'd intended to ask eventually. But for some reason, out of all the things she'd managed to come up with in the 15 seconds she'd been thinking about it (which was actually quite a lot. At the top of the list was Until Mrs. Harris' husband stops looking for me, honestly. Johnny's been known to be a little violent), the fact that he may be...moving up to New York never occurred to her. "You're moving here?" Shutting the door behind him, she surveys the apartment quickly.

The couch is fairly large and comfortable, but he could be here for at least a month (probably more, given the job market) and there's no way that's going to be comfortable for more than a couple nights. She has a spare room, but right now it's just kind of empty. She's been using it to practice her choreography and such, but she can use the studio at school for that if need be. "I...uhm. Well. You're welcome to the couch. But you should call Santana and see if you can borrow her bed for the spare room."

Because Santana is crazy and very particular, so she has a bed sitting in storage that she'd bought for her dorm room because she wasn't "sleeping on that hard plastic prison shit" that she'd only used for 3 months before she decided she didn't want to go to jail for murdering her roommate and moved off campus and had her old queen-size shipped from home.

"What...uhm. Did something happen, Noah?"