AN: Yes, alot of people have had the Thirteen Reasons Why idea. But they used Rachel. I dont think that as of Season 3 , she would be the one to do it. I think it would be Quinn. She lost her baby, and lost her boyfriend to "Man Hands". But, Im going past the what Glee says about her and diving a little deeper into the life, (And Death) of Quinn Fabray. This is,,, Rachel's POV !

Disk One.

I found a package at my doorstep and sighed, as I scooped it up and took it to my room. Not paying attention to the sender's adress, or who it was from, I tore it open and let out a gasp. There were 13 CD cases, all with nail polish numbers painted perfectly on the covers. Some had hearts on them, others had scribbled-out words. I let put a panicked breath and looked at the sender's name. As clear as water, on the from of the box it said Quinn Fabray. Throwing the box to the floor, I scarmbled to call Finn.

"Hello ?" He asked into the phone. His voice instantly soothed me.

"Finn, " I squeaked, barely aduible. "I just got a package."

He let ut an exasperated sigh. "And that's such an emergency, babe ?"

"From Quinn." I finished, and started to cry.

Finn's tone turned deadly serious. "I'll be right over."

I tried to stay calm. What is wrong with this picture ? I am sitting here worrying what CD's a dead girl has sent to me. I sound crazy. Insane. Finn arrived here shortly, and I was about to play the first CD. I pressed play just as he walked in the room. Quinn's voice rang through the speakers, loud and perfectly clear.

Ah, I'm guessing you've gotten the tapes. Good. Then the person before you didn't fail. Let's hope you don't either. Here are the rules : You listen, at least until you find your name. Then, you can either keep listening or give it to the next person. And here's a warning: Not passing them on means my secret spy is gonna put these recordings on the McKinley School Page. And I don't think any of you want your little secrets getting out.

I gasped, and my eyes watered. I haven't heard her voice.. In a long time. I can't recall the last time I heard Quinn Fabray talk. Finn squeezed my hand and murmered something that I couldn't understand. After a few seconds, her voice came through again.

Now, why dont we start with Tina. Tina, you were my best friend in middle school. Maybe you were the goth freak, and I was little miss Popular, but we were friends. Then high school came along and swept you into its clutches.

I was grounded. Humble even. But you, you wanted to be me. Maybe thats why you started telling every one that I was a lesbian. That I had always wanted to kiss you. That I used to be fat. You spread those pictures before Lauren ever did. But, I was able to eliminate them before freshman year was ever over.

You werent there for me when I tried to call you yesterday. I figured you might know how to deal with some emotional problems. You know what you used to do. I wont need to repeat it.

Quinn's voice broke. I could hear the tears forming in her voice. I let a few of my own fall.

But you answered the phone. And hung up. You hung up on me when I needed you. By the time you're hearing this, you know that I fucking needed you ! Tina Chang, this is why you are on my list: You didn't listen.

Her voice was cut short. I guess maybe she clicked the "End Record" button before any one could hear her crying. Lord. I could have been there for her ! If she had only asked me for help ! I didnt mean to ruin her life ! "I'm s-sorry Finn." I sobbed into his shoulder.

"Its gonna be okay. Everything will be okay." He started patting my hair, and letting me get it out. "Every thing is gonna be okay, Rach."

I looked up at him, and even his eyes were watering. He knew something. I was sure of it.

"You've already gotten these, haven't you ?" I whispered. He just nodded, obviously choked up. "What number are you ?"

"Eight." He managed. A few tears fell from Finn's perfect eyes. I can't remember the last time those eyes hadn't soothed me, and reassured me. Now I had to reassure him. We needed each other. I silently thanked God for giving me this man. This perfect guy.

"Oh. What number am I ?" I searched his eyes for some good sign, something to give me hope that I wasn't the last one. I didn't want to take these tapes to hell.. Not me.

"Three." Finn said. A sigh of relief left my lungs, and I felt better. But, wait. Then I had only one person left. Then I had to hear Quinn screaming at me. Through the thin veil that separated us. Life and death.

"I'm ready for disk two." I said, reaching into the box to get it. Finn nodded and placed it in the CD player. I clutched at the bed spread, bracing for imapact.