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1B

He finds himself sitting in the middle of the wooden stage, twenty minutes later, after sneaking out of his room of course. He had so many memories with her on it. Whether it be them dancing, singing or making out.

He feels the tears sting his eyes but he doesn't allow them to come out. He has to be strong.

He presses the play button and her voice drifts out filling up the quiet auditorium.

Welcome back. And thanks for hanging out for part two. If you're listening to this, one of two things has just happened. A: You're Finn, and after hearing your little tale you want to hear who's next. Or B: You're someone else and you're waiting to see if it's you. Well...

He wonders if he's next. He braces himself for the name to leave her lips. But being Rachel Berry he knew she had to be dramatic about it.

Quinn Fabray, it's your turn.

He lets out a huge sigh. It's not him.

You know exactly why you're here right Quinn? Of course you do. Everyone knows why you're here.

You made that stupid list. Why? For revenge. Because you were mad Finn was with me? Well you know what Q? You can have him back. He's all yours now.

He remembers the list. The list he took off her locker before she had a chance to see it.

And now your probably thinking a list made you kill yourself? No Q it wasn't the list. It was you. You and other people. But mostly you. Why me? Why did you want to make my life miserable? The nicknames weren't enough. Man hands, RuPaul, Treasure Trail, Stubbles.

Standing up from the floor he plugs in his ear phones into the player before continuing to listen.

So let's begin, shall we? It wasn't a list with just anyone on it huh Q? It was a best ass in class list right? And who's name was on the very top? Mine right? You feed right into those rumors. But you know that right? It was your plan all along.

And now your probably thinking. Rachel Berry killed herself because of a list. But that's not it. It was because of what the list caused. That's what you were hoping would happen right Q? All because of what? A boy?

Wrong again. The reason you're on this tape is well... you're a bitch. Plain and simple.

A small smile grazes his face when he hears her words. She was right. Quinn was a bitch. He wished she had told her before. Not on the tapes.

But that's not everything right Q? You knew what you were doing. Getting back at me for Finn and getting back at Santana for what? Seeing that you were a bitch. Granted she's a bitch too. But at least she owns up to it. So you killed two birds with one stone. You know I never really got that saying. After all I'm the only one dead, am I not?

The smile slips off his face when he hears her confirm her death once again. He didn't need a reminder. He knew. God he fucking knew.

But moving on. What did you think you were going to accomplish? Everyone already hated me, I was no one. Wasn't that enough? But you had to what? Turn Santana against me? Like she didn't hate me enough?

But you know what? Thanks for acknowledge that I had a nice ass. However, putting Santana on the other side of the list? That was your mistake. We all know she doesn't have any self esteem issues. That didn't stop her from coming after me, did it? I now have a new shiny scar on my eyebrow. So thank you Quinn.

He remembers seeing the scar. He remember the fight. He was the one pulling Santana off Rachel. He smirks slightly as he thinks of the list. At least Quinn got one thing right. Rachel did have a nice ass. If it was him, he would have put her under best legs. In the world. Period.

What you didn't count on was Santana becoming a friend. She saw something in me that I didn't even see. So thank you Q. Thank you for giving me a friend.

But now your probably think. I didn't do anything. Well you don't know, no one knows.

Do you know what that list did? I couldn't go anywhere without someone leering at me. Trying to look up my skirt. You did this. It may not have been you but you caused it.

And through out all of this I had a friend. So it was okay. I had Santana. But then. Then something happened.

He takes out the map glancing at the next star. The seven eleven. A place he knew all to well. Exiting the school he began making his way to the seven eleven. Taking a step into the store he nodded at the clerk.

Shoving his hands into his pockets and the earplugs back in his ears he began walking down the isles.

It was after school. I hadn't been slushied in so long. So, so long. And certainly never outside of school. But that was my lucky day. I got slushied. And it wasn't even a grape one.

He hears the laughter in her voice and he wonders why she would be laughing.

I was slushied. In the middle of a store. And then he proceeded to slap my ass.

His hands clench in a fist as he tries to calm himself. She had never told him this. Maybe. Maybe if she had she wouldn't be dead. Maybe he could have helped. Maybe he would have made a difference. Maybe he would be holding her on her bed instead of listening to the tapes.

Maybe she would be alive.

Dave Krovosky. Are you proud of yourself? You were a part of this. So thank you. Thank you for making me feel like trash. Thank you for bulling me. Thank you for the slushies.

Just thank you.

His hands shook as he handed the clerk his money and took a small sip of the grape slushy.

And now your probably trying to convince yourself that this isn't your fault. Because how can saint Quinn ever be at fault. But it is your fault. You did this. You made the list. You shouldn't have made the list. But don't worry you're not the only one at fault. But you are the one that started it all.

Walking down the street he thinks back to the pregnant blonde. How could he have ever loved her? He knows the answer to that. He never loved her. Not really.

We could have been friends. I would have stood up for you when everyone found out you were pregnant. I would have stood up for you when everyone found out it was Noah's baby. I would have been there. You lost a person that could have been a great friend. Are you happy now?

His breath hitches at the sound of his name. He knows that everything she had just said was true. She would have been her friend. That was just the kind of person Rachel was. The kind of person she used to be.

You called Noah a lima loser. But guess what? He's going to do great things. He's going to leave this town. And you're going to regret calling him that.

But you. You're going to stay here. You're going to be the lima loser.

He feels tears pickle behind his eyelids. She always had believed in him so much.

And now she was gone.

A/N- Well sorry to any Quinn fans. Truthfully I don't like her at all. So yeah... Hope ya'll like this chapter. Sorry about the late update but I really am more focused on some of my other stories. And College of course.

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