Dear Quinn,
The fact that two of your letters are short and mysterious is really starting to bother me. I do respect that you don't really want to talk about things right now but remember I am here for you.
One day you will get out of this town and you'll get an amazing job that you will be successful in because you're Quinn Fabray and you are amazing at everything you do; whether you think you are or not. One day you'll be sitting down with your family and you'll have to laugh because you made it and everyone else is stuck in Lima without a chance in hell of getting out of here, especially the Cheerios. Coach Sylvester makes it seem like if you are active on the Cheerios and help them win title after title that you'll be able to get into any school you want without a second guess but you and I both know that the chances of that are little to none.
While we are on the subject of Coach Sylvester; she needs to suck it up and pull the stick out of her… you know what… she thinks instilling fear into kids is an effective way of controlling students but seriously, what good does it really do? Any Cheerio who isn't intelligent enough to have their own opinions and lives should be smacked until the stupid is knocked out of them. I will say it again; they are not worth your time and are indeed holding you back from being everything you could be.
I think everyone has days where they want to physically harm someone in some way but I am thankful that you are not a serial killer or something of the sort; I would have to rethink this friendship if you admitted to such things and to be honest; I really don't want to rethink this friendship… I like it a lot.
Sam shouldn't be so uptight, you two weren't dating. I must inquire as to whom you were kissing that would upset him like that though. I know it couldn't be Finn because he and I were still together around that time which only really leaves Noah. Please tell me if you were kissing Noah that you are not going to be foolish and get yourself pregnant again because I think you've suffered enough.
Yours Truly,
Rachel Berry