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Reason Three

By the time the glee club reached DVD three, it was around six in the morning and the sun had just started its slow ascent to the top of the sky. The DVD player started up for the third time.

Rachel was singing again. She was sitting in a large, fluffy, pink chair, the chair that sat in the corner of her old bedroom. At first she was simply humming, but as the song progressed she started to whisper the lyrics, her voice getting louder and louder, and more beautiful.

Oh, it ain't no way

I tell you that it ain't no way

It ain't no way, it ain't no way baby, no

It just ain't no way

It sho' ain't no way

It ain't no way for me to love you

If you won't let me

No way, if you won't let me

Ain't no way

Rachel cleared her throat and stopped singing.

Hello. I found it fitting to sing that song, as it was the song sung at the Night of Neglect benefit concert by the person this DVD revolves around, which took place the same week Sam Evans released the list ranking Glee's girls where I was number one, and Mercedes Jones was last.

The summer before freshman year, Ms. Pillsbury introduced me and Mercedes at orientation. At first we were resistant, Mercedes called me "Raquel" several times instead of "Rachel", but we actually kind of got along…well, sort of. Come December, we started going to Breadstix together after school, we'd get some iced teas and split a plate of appetizers, maybe a dessert. Remember those days Mercedes? When we used to be BFF's?

Everyone in the room found what was being described to them hard to picture. But for Mercedes, the memories were flashing back to her in her mind, kind of like some super weird montage of friendship. It seemed like such a long time ago, a whole other lifetime.

One day, the summer before our junior years, Mercedes leaned across the table at Breadstix and whispered to me "I think that guy's checking you out."

Guess who was looking at us? Mr. Sam Evans, in the flesh!

A few of New Directions members sighed. Finn rolled his eyes and Tina patted his arm again, trying her best to comfort him. Of course Sam came back into the pictures.

I had been watching him too. "I think he's checking you out!" Of course, I wanted that to be true, as you all know I was taken at them time. Mercedes was very blunt, so looked right at Sam and said: "Excuse me, but we want to know which one of us you were staring at."

Poor Sam blushed so hard his entire face turned bright red.

"Don't lie, White Boy," Mercedes continued. "Which one of us were you checking out?"

Now, that sounded like Mercedes.

At that moment I was so thankful that Mercedes was my friend. Miss Jones, you are the most outgoing, honest, fun diva I've ever met. Or, at least she was. So, thanks Ms. P.

Sam replied that he was new to town, and just wanted to make some friends. Being the nice girls we are, we invited Sam to sit with us. We talked for hours right there in that booth at Breadstix.

But, I never really considered Mercedes or Sam my friends. I don't think they did either. We always talked about who we used to be friends with, why they were our friends, and what we were looking for in new ones. Even though we weren't really friends, we had fun those first few weeks, sitting in our booth at Breadstix, the big one in the back with mirrors on the back of the seats and the circular tabletop. Mercedes and I would always drink iced teas and eat about a dozen breadsticks, and Sam eventually made his way through the entire menu. Whenever one of us had a bad day, we'd met there.

It didn't last.

Soon, Sam stopped coming. We were nice when we ran into each other in the halls and talked a little at glee club, but it didn't really go beyond that. Well, for me. Did any of you know Sam and Mercedes had a brief summer fling, two actually? One before junior year, and one after. The one before junior year ended sometime that September, when exactly I do not know. I wasn't aware until after they broke up, around the same time Sam stopped coming.

The New Directions members turned towards Mercedes, who looked a little embarrassed.

"You and Sam?" Quinn asked.

Mercedes groaned. "Just shut up and watch."

That got everyone to back off.

After another week, Mercedes stopped going. I went to Breadstix myself a few times. I'd sit in our booth and order an iced tea, hoping one of them might stumble in and see me.

That didn't happen.

Suddenly, the DVD paused. Mr. Schue pressed the eject button and took the DVD out.

"What are you doing?" Santana demanded.

Mr. Schue picked up his portable DVD player. "We're going to Breadstix."

"No way," Mercedes thought, shaking her head back and forth.

"We'll sit in Mercedes, Sam and Rachel's booth," their teacher continued. "And we'll order a round of iced teas and breadsticks, in honor of Rachel. And we'll watch the rest of the DVD there."

"No," Mercedes said out loud.

"Sorry Cedes," Brittany shrugged. "You're out voted."

Ten minutes later, New Directions was crowded into the booth at Breadstix Rachel had mentioned. They were drinking the iced teas their waiter had brought them and munching on some breadsticks. Mr. Schue pulled out his DVD player and started the disk from where they left off. He turned the volume down, so only the group at the table could hear.

The week of the benefit, you walked up to me when I was at my locker. "We need to talk," you said. I knew you were talking about Breadstix. After my last class I met you there. Before we could even order our drinks, you slid a piece of paper across the table and over to me. I didn't even need to look at it to know what it was. It was Sam's list: The Sexiest Chicks in McKinley High Glee Club. The list where I was ranked number one, and you were ranked last.

"Who cares?" I lied. "It's just a stupid list made by stupid Sam!"

"Sam's not stupid," You growled. "Rachel, I don't care that he picked you over me."

"He didn't chose me," I answered. "He's still in love with you and wanted to get back at you. He knew my name would hurt you more than any other. Cause he remembers the memories we had here."

Mercedes, you just closed your eyes and said my name. "Rachel,"

On the DVD, Rachel did her best imitation of Mercedes, letting out a dramatic sigh.

"Oh Rachel, Rachel…" You told me you'd heard the rumors. You said you never thought they were true, but now you weren't so sure.

I told you I hadn't been with Sam. But you refused to listen. Mercedes, it was easier for you to believe that I was really a bad person, a teenage slut, than the girl you'd gotten to know. For you, these lies just had to be true. You tried to have it make sense.

I told you that it wasn't true, and I told you I knew all about your relationship with Sam. I assured Mercedes that Sam had been looking at her that first day, not me. But, thinking it might make her feel better, I accepted the blame for their break-up.

Well, I suppose the last part was all Mercedes heard, or believed.

She took my hand, and she scratched me. I still have a little scar on my right thumb from that day. Thanks Mercedes!

Mercedes took her straw and tried to sink her lemon wedge in her iced tea. Her so-called friends at the table were now looking at her, some were glaring and some had sympthay in their gazes.

You called me the 'biggest sexpot you'd ever seen in your entire life.' Your words, Mercedes, not mine.

Every day, I see that scar and I think of how you and I could've been friends. It just got worse this year, when we both wanted the part of Maria in West Side Story. You hated me ten times more than before, you and Sam had just broken up for the second time and he had moved to Tennessee.

After you, Santana and Brittany returned from The Troubletones after Sectionals, you became the new glee club diva. You came back and shoved your newfound popularity down my throat. Every day, I look at that scar, and think of you.

Mercedes, do you realize now the scar you left on my life? Sam, if you're still watching, do you realize why I say you were so revenge crazy? Trust me people, revenge never goes well. It always crumbles right before your eyes.

Just use Samcedes as an example.

As soon as the DVD was over, Mercedes jumped right out of her seat.

"I have to go," She gasped.

"No, you can't!" Tina said.

"Yes, I can." Mercedes replied, grabbing her jacket. "I saw my DVD, so I'm free to go. And that is exactly what I plan to do." She nodded her head to the glee club cordially. "Goodbye guys. See you at graduation."

Mercedes left the restaurant quickly, not looking back once. She left behind her an awkward tension, her abandoned iced tea, and lots of unanswered questions.