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Reason Four

For a moment after Mercedes stormed out, the glee club just sat at the table in silence. The waitress, a young girl who looked to be in her early twenties with bags under her eyes, walked back over. It was now almost eight and the restaurant was completely deserted.

"Can I get you anything else?" she asked.

"No thank you," Mr. Schue mumbled in reply. "We'll take the check."

The waitress nodded and walked away with all of their empty glasses, as well as Mercedes's full one.

"This has been…interesting." Puck said, running his hands through his Mohawk and suppressing a yawn.

"Should we stop?" asked a tired Rory. Back home in Ireland, nothing like this ever happened. America was nothing like his brochure…

"Yes!" Quinn grunted at the same time Finn and Kurt said "No!" Mr. Schue reached for the package of DVD's. They'd learned so many things about Rachel so far that they had never known, what else was in store for them? He pulled out the next DVD, marked in the corner with a small nail polish "4". The teacher opened the player and swapped DVD "3" for this one. The player buzzed and the group of kids crowded around so they could see the screen.

At first they heard nothing, but slowly the screen flooded with light. Rachel plopped down in front of the camera. It must've been night when she filmed it, as she was wearing her favorite pair of pajamas and had her brown hair up in pigtails.

Hi everyone. I see you've decided to stick around for more. Of course, if you're Jesse, Sam or Mercedes you don't have to listen, but I'd imagine you're interested in my little DVD's. I bet they fascinate you. Don't people just love finding out dirt about people? Well, here's a little secret. You guys remember Matt Rutherford?

"Matt Rutherford?" Mr. Schue whispered.

"Who's Matt Rutherford?" Blaine asked.

"Some guy that used to go to our school, but he transferred." Kurt explained.

Santana cut in. "I used to date him,"

"Of course," said Rory to himself. "Santana's sure dated a lot of lads, hasn't she?"

Did you know Matt Rutherford used to have a crush on me?

Mr. Schue paused the DVD as their waitress came back with the check. "I'll take it whenever you're ready," She said before walking away. There still was only one other group in Breadstix, and so Mr. Schue tried to count his money as slowly as possible so they'd have an excuse to stay at Rachel's booth. While reaching for his wallet, the older man used his free hand to press 'play'.

What? You don't believe me? Well, you should. I mean, how well did you know Matt Rutherford? Even Santana didn't know him as well as she thinks she did. Matt, baby, mind if I tell the folks at home about your interest in me, Miss Rachel Barbra Berry? Well, like it or not, I'm telling them, so suck it up.

Matt, I remember when we first met. It was on the first day of fifth grade, before Jesse gave me my reputation. You and I were kind of friends, up until the next year. After my kiss with Jesse, I completely ignored you. I was afraid you were going to judge me, just like everyone else had. And, well, you kind of did. You started getting a lot more personal. You figured I wouldn't mind, because Jesse made you think I was some kind of promiscuous sexpot.

I remember in ninth grade science class, I was paired up with you for a big project. So, you asked me to come over to your house. I agreed, you all know I was so obsessed with my grades before my life became living Hell.

"When is she going to mention us?" Quinn complained. "I can't stay here all day you know. I have to prepare for graduation."

"Just wait," Brittany mumbled from her left side and Santana playfully hit her in the arm on the right.

"This is just getting interesting," the Latina added, placing her arm in front of the blonde to prevent her from leaving. "And if you don't watch your DVD, then all of the DVD's will go out. Poor Matt's secrets will be revealed and yours as well."

Quinn sighed and nodded. Santana reluctantly retracted her arm.

When I went over, you took me up to your room. (By the way Matt, nice comic book collection.)

I was surprised to see a lot of pictures on your walls, turns out you were a photography enthusiast. About twenty minutes into our brain storming, your mom said she needed you. So, you left me alone in your room and told me to make myself at home. I started to admire your photos. Want to know what I found?

I found a scrapbook. It was sprayed in your dad's cologne, and it had a few heart stickers on the leather cover. Guess what was in there? Pictures of yours truly! You think I'd be flattered, but those pictures were of me in…compromising positions.

They were all of me in my bedroom. There was one of me brushing my hair. One of me singing into a hairbrush. One of me dancing around my room to my iPod. And, to my horror, there were even of couple where I wore nothing more than a pair of cotton panties and a bra.

You stood outside my window, and took pictures of me from behind the hedge.

"Wait, what?" Tina gasped.

"Matt was a Peeping Tom?" Mike said. "I thought that guy was my friend!"

"If I ever see Rutherford again, I will kick his ass!" Puck interrupted.

Finn nodded in agreement. "I'll help you,"

"Guys!" Mr. Schue mumbled. "Let's not threaten Matt's life, okay?" But secretly, on the inside, Mr. Schue was just as angry and shocked as the rest of them. Matt had seemed like such a nice kid…

On the DVD, Rachel was crying.

I dropped that book and ran out of the room. I ran into you on the way down, and you asked me what was wrong. I couldn't formulate any words, so I just dashed past you, past your surprised mom, and ran all the way home. I cried the whole way. When I came into school on Monday, I found out you had gotten our teacher to reassign us new partners. And we never spoke again, not even when you joined glee club. I refused to speak to you. The one time you tried to talk to me, I pushed you to the ground and ran away. You were so humiliated, I almost felt sorry for you. Now you know why Matt was so quiet in Glee, because of our complicated history.

But I wonder Matt, did you join Glee because Noah told you to, or did you do it because you wanted to win me back? I guess we'll never know! Have you learned something new about Matt Rutherford today? I bet you have!

Matt, you took away my feeling of security. I never felt safe in my room again, I always drew the blinds, and for the rest of our time together, I hated you with a passion. I tried to be good at concealing it, but now the charade is up. Everyone on my list knows about you now.

Can you people watching do me a favor? I want you to go to that parking lot down the block from my house, what was my house when I was alive. Park in the far end of the parking lot, on the east side. Look at the fifth house down, and find the second story window on the side of that house. There should be a row of neatly trimmed hedges below that window, lining that house's backyard. That is the window to my bedroom. I want you to imagine what Matt must've looked like with his camera as he tried to take pictures of me. Now you know why Matt Rutherford is the fourth reason why I took my life. Now, onto reason five, which might surprise just a tiny bit.

Rachel's tears had now dried and she waved goodbye to the camera.

Goodnight everyone! I need to get my sleep. Tomorrow, I'm going to be planning how I'm going to kill myself. I'll need my strength!

The DVD stopped and Mr. Schue closed his DVD player, slapping his money on the table and rising slowly.

"Are we going to the parking lot?" Rory asked, jumping out of his seat.

Mr. Schue nodded. "Yeah. Any objections?"

This time, not even Quinn raised her hand. They simply got up and quickly followed Mr. Schue out. Rachel had asked them to go to the lot, and so that was exactly what they'd do. After all, Finn was right, this was her last request. And they were going to fulfill it, because they all owed Rachel that after the things they'd done, deliberately and involuntarily.