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Reason Six

"I feel so bad," Brittany sobbed as the DVD stopped, leaning her head on Santana's shoulder. "I didn't think Rachel would care. And I didn't want to add to her reputation. I was supposed to help with her comeback, not destroy it!"

"It's okay Brittany," Finn said. "You didn't mean it. Rachel said she just wanted to show you what you were doing, okay?"

Brittany nodded. "I wish I could tell Rachel how sorry I am. I feel awful."

Santana kissed her temple soothingly and Quinn wrapped her arms around her friends.

"Play the next DVD, Mr. Schue," The blonde continued. "I can handle it,"

Mr. Schue did as Brittany asked.

How many of you guys remember Cheerio's Matchmaking Service?

Oh…the Glee kids remembered Cheerio's Matchmaking Service, at least the ones who were seniors did. During their freshman year, the cheerleaders sold surveys to raise money for Cheer Camp. They said that by filling out that one questionnaire, they'd find your perfect match for only a dollar per result.

Every morning on the loudspeaker, one of the Cheerio's would announce how many more days were left to fill out your survey. Some freshmen would wheel a box around to the homerooms every day to collect completed ones. On Valentine's Day, everyone went into the main office to get their results.

Yes, I filled out a survey. I figured it might be fun. When I picked up my results, the cheerleader who gave them to me asked me who I got. I showed her my top five and she told me which ones she thought were good. I pointed at one name.

"What about him?"

"Trust me…he's not for you." She told me. "Trust me,"

"Well," I said. "I don't really know him and…"

"You don't want to," She said. "He's not a good choice for you. I mean, he's hot but…a player. He's never in a serious relationship for long, and I doubt he'd be interested in a girl like you. Sorry, but it's true."

I wish I had heeded her warning. But I didn't. In fact, the next day, the guy we'd been talking about came to talk to me.

"Rachel Berry," He said. "Hi,"

I was surprised to find out that I was his number one. I bet you all want to know who I'm talking about, huh? Well, get ready for this.

Noah Puckerman. Hello Noah, baby. This DVD is all about you!

A few people turned to look at Puck, who looked stunned. How long had he been like that? Santana hit him in the shoulder.

"Talk, Puckerman. What did you do?"

Puck didn't say anything. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out. Everyone crowded a little closer around the DVD player, watching Rachel tell her story with wide eyes. Only Puck remained in his seat because, of course, he knew the story. And he was sort of reliving it in his mind, right in the back of Mr. Schue's car. For the first time in his life, Noah Puckerman felt genuinely ashamed.

Mr. Puckerman asked me to go with his to Breadstix for a little post-Valentine's Day date. I was a little hesitant, but once I looked into those eyes of his I couldn't say no.

Honestly, I really wish I had said no.

Apparently, Noah was very busy on the day of our date. He stumbled into Breadstix a full thirty minutes late. You said you assumed I didn't want to go out with you, you assumed it was just a joke .

You know what they say about assumptions, Noah? 'When you assume, you make an ass out of you and me.' Get it?

Rachel snickered.

Well, I thought it was funny.

You sat down next to me in the booth, not across from me. You had picked one in the very back of the restaurant. After we'd been served our drinks, you reached over, and touched my knee.

"What're you doing, Noah?" I asked you, trying to scoot away, but I hit the wall and couldn't move.

You wrapped your arm around my back and held me against your chest. Your fingertips brushed up my leg until they were on my upper thigh, my inner upper thigh.

In the car, Santana whistled.

I didn't want to scream, it wasn't that bad yet. I looked all around though, my eyes pleading for someone, anyone, to help me, but everyone whose gaze I caught just looked away. No one cared that I was being smothered under your body in the booth, attacked by your lips.

"Stop it," I said, gasping for breath as I pushed myself upward. "Stop it!"

"Don't worry," You replied. And you let your hands slip farther up and around, onto my butt.

So I grabbed you at your sides, and threw you right out of the booth. You landed on your back on the floor, you cringed.

"You're a tease, Rachel Berry!" You screamed, loud enough for everyone to hear. You swore under your breath and walked out as calmly as you could.

Some of the Glee kids had heard about that event, they just hadn't known it was Rachel to throw Puck out of the booth. They thought it might've been an innocent girl who was too smart to fall for Puck's perverted sex games, or a cheerleader with a wicked sense of humor. Puck hardly even gave Rachel the time of day back then, so they never thought it might've been her.

I wasn't a prude. I've made out with guys before. I didn't die a virgin. The reason I was so upset, was because I felt so used. I felt like everyone was controlling me, ordering me around, not caring about my feelings. I wanted to know when I would start taking control of my life, when I would become the top priority. When would I be in charge? I didn't feel like that day would ever come.

The screen went black and the DVD stopped.

"I am fighting the urge to punch you in the face right now, Puck," Finn said through clenched teeth. Even though Rachel was dead, he still felt the need to be overprotective of her. He had promised her once to watch over her always, and that's what he planned to do, even though she was gone.

"I'm sorry," Puck cried. "I didn't know I made her so upset. I make out with girls all the time, I've never upset one of the many teases I've met so much before. I wish I knew how bad she really felt, I would've helped her. Or tried to, instead of just screwing her life up more." Everyone knew he wasn't lying, Puck had never sounded sincere, so sorry, in years. He honestly felt bad for what he did to Rachel. He looked up, his eyes glazing over. "I'm so sorry, My Hot Little Jewish American Princess."

"We all would've helped her," Tina sighed. "If only we'd known,"

They knew, no matter how much they wanted to help, no matter how much they listened, they were too late.

They would always be too late.