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Reason Ten

DVD Number 10 started to play and the members of New Directions watched as Rachel's face flooded the screen once more. They had learned so many things about Rachel, and about each other, they had never known before, several of them were still emotional from Rachel's heartfelt apology on the last DVD. But, they sat there silently, and waited for the girl to speak.

Hello everyone. Are we having fun yet? I know I am!

Rachel giggled, but it didn't sound like her old laugh. It sounded malicious.

Now, I want you all to try and remember a certain party for me. I know, there are so many parties, but I hope this one sticks out in your head, for a few of you. It was the house party at the corner of Main and Chestnut, hosted by the Cheerio's at one of their houses.

I was surprised to be invited, and I decided to go. About halfway through my evening, after having a night that was more loud and wild than fun, I was sitting in one of the empty bedrooms, when I heard two girls approaching the room. Who were they, you ask?

On the DVD, Rachel smiled at the camera lens, showing her teeth.

It was Quinn and Brittany.

Quinn's face immediately went pale. Memories flooded back to her of that night, of what she did. She hadn't known Rachel was in the room, she hadn't known anything.

How she wished she could go back and undo time, undo what she did to Brittany.

Since Brittany had used me as her chauffeur at the last party I went to, I wanted nothing to do with her. So, I hid on the floor, besides the bed. And I listened. And I waited.

Brittany was completely smashed. Very, very intoxicated. She was ever worse than the 'girl who turns into the stripper' drunk. By that point, she was the 'about to pass out and feeling like they're dying' drunk. Although, even though it was pitch black in there, I'm pretty sure Britt had taken her shirt off and was in her bra. Then, realizing you wouldn't be leaving for awhile, I rolled across the floor in the dark room, climbed into the nearest closet and laid down on a pile of clothes

Brittany was completely asleep, she mumbled a little bit when Quinn asked her if she felt queasy or if she was gonna puke. Finally, Quinn said she was going to let Brittany sleep, and left the room. I heard her position herself outside the door, and Brittany roll over. I knew I couldn't leave yet, because Quinn would see me, since she was just outside in the hall. So I waited some more. About five minutes later, it got…interesting. Horrifyingly interesting.

Quinn, I'd love to see your face right now. Aren't you scared? Aren't you terrified I'm going to tell everyone what you did? Aren't you cursing in your head, knowing I'm about to expose you?

Quinn clenched her jaw and grabbed the hands of Puck and Rory, who were on her left and right sides respectively. Truth was, Quinn hadn't wanted to watch these DVD's because she knew she'd be on them. But she never thought Rachel knew about what happened on that night, in that room.

Obviously she did, and she was telling. She was going to tell everyone.

So anyway, I'll just get onto it. You weren't alone for long Quinn, a certain person wanted into that room. The door opened and a little crack of light came into the closet, but I heard you close it. "Let her sleep!" you said to our mystery guest. "She'll just lie there anyway." Do you remember what he said in response, Quinn? I do. He told you he had to work the night shift, that he had to leave in a few minutes. That he just wanted a moment alone with sweet, little Brittany.

And that's all it took for you to let him in.

All eyes were suddenly on Quinn and Brittany. Quinn's whole body was tense, her face staring at the screen, absolutely horrified. Brittany was in Santana's arms, her whole body racked by silent sobs.

"No!" She screeched. "No, please make it stop! No, no!" And on and on she cried. But no one paused the DVD. No one put an end to Brittany's misery. Not even Santana.

After all, Brittany wasn't so sweet and innocent anymore. She had already betrayed Rachel once on the list. Who knew what else Brittany had done, or what people had done to her?

As the door opened, I rocked back and forth, the blood pounding in my ears. The music in the house was so loud, no one would've heard me. I'm surprised I even heard him at all as he slowly entered the room, I'm surprised I even heard Quinn's reluctant sigh after she had let him in. He crossed the room slowly and I heard the bedsprings creak as he laid down beside Brittany. He told her to relax. And I immediately recognized his voice.

Hello Azimio.

The room fell silent and Brittany screamed into Santana's shoulder. Quinn started to cry and she put her hands over her ears. Everyone else merely shared confused looks.

Azimio?

Several songs later I heard him get up and leave. After all, he was working the night shift. Right Azimio? Or was that another lie? We'll never know, because Azimio isn't getting these DVD's. I know he'd destroy them. He did rape Brittany, and he'd go crazy if he knew that we know. He wouldn't pass the DVD's on, I know he would destroy them. And I'd hate to have my keeper expose you all.

I ran out of that room so fast, my throat was dry and burning, my palms sweaty. I was panting and crying. And then I saw you, the girl this DVD revolves around, Miss Quinn Fabray, sitting in a fetal position on the floor of the bathroom, tears in your eyes. We looked at each other for just one moment, and then I took off down the stairs, fighting the urge to scream. That was one of the worst nights of my life, because guess what? It gets better! But you'll have to wait until my next DVD to figure out what else went wrong that night.

On the DVD, Rachel's face went from angry to somber. Puck and Rory dropped Quinn's hands and she ran to the other side of the room, to the trash can, and threw up. And then she screamed into the bin, and just stood there, as if she thought she might puke again. When she didn't, she leaned back against a wall and stuck her face in her hands. Brittany looked as if she might faint and she wrapped her arms around herself, shaking her head.

Their secrets were out.

I could've stopped it. I could've stopped him from hurting you Brittany. But I was frozen with fear. I know it was no excuse. I should've done something. Even though you had been mean to me in the past, you didn't deserved to be raped by him. No matter what you could've done to me or anyone else, no matter how much you used me, you would never deserve it. No one ever deserves such a thing to happen to them. So why didn't I stop it? Why didn't Quinn? I can only speak for myself, but I was too scared. What about you Quinn? What's your excuse? Do you have one?

The screen started to go black as the DVD came to a close, but the glee club heard Rachel utter four final, harsh words.

Santana, sweetheart, you're next.

Author's Note (again!): The next chapter is going to be even better than this one! I had the idea for it before reading Thirteen Reasons Why, and when I found out there was a chapter in the book similar to my idea, I knew I had to go for it. I'm super excited for the next chapter :)

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