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Author's Note: This chapter has such a big twist, I am forced to make it a two-parter. I know, I'm so evil! You can express your hate (or love) for me in the review section. Please don't hate me though! :)

Reason Eleven Part One

In an instant, Mr. Schue had crossed the room and engulfed the weeping Brittany into a hug. It was too bad no one had thought to comfort Quinn, whose body was slowly sliding towards the floor, her jaw dropped in horror. Other than that, nobody moved. They were all to shocked.

How could Quinn and Rachel have let Brittany get raped?

"Brittany," Mr. Schue was saying. "You have to get help. You too Quinn."

Brittany shook her golden towhead back and forth, yanking herself away from Mr. Schue's grasp. "I can't!" she sobbed. "It's not that easy! It's worse than you think!" And then she collapsed, sobbing, into Santana's arms, letting her girlfriend stroke her hair as she wept.

"I am so sorry, Brittany." Quinn stammered, running over to her alleged friend. Santana gave her a death glare. "It killed me to know I let that happen to you! It's been my worst secret, and I apologize for the pain I've caused you. Please forgive me, Brittany. I feel like shit…and I need to know that you're okay."

Brittany looked up with sad eyes that nearly broke Quinn's heart. "I'll think about it," She said gently. "But it won't be easy to forgive you. You know that." Then Brittany turned towards Mr. Schue with a sigh. "I will go talk to Miss Pillsbury about it…when Rachel's DVD's are over."

Knowing he would not get a better deal out of the girl, Mr. Schue agreed and walked over to retrieve the next DVD.

"Doesn't this one belong to you, Sanny?" Brittany asked the Latina.

Santana frowned. "Huh?"

"Rachel said 'Santana, sweetheart, you're next'. I don't think Rachel knew any other Santana's."

"Oh…" replied the girl, and her face fell. "Oh!"

"Didn't My Hot Jewish American Princess say this DVD took place the same night as Brittany's rape?" Puck asked. "What happened that night between you and Berry?"

Santana thought for a moment, and then this time her voice came out just above a whisper, barely audible. "Oh no."

After witnessing Brittany's rape, I ran out of that house as fast as I could. I wiped away all of my tears and I started off down the sidewalk on Main Street, when a car pulled up.

That car was driven by the girl this DVD is about, Santana Lopez.

On the DVD, Rachel's face looked serious, but she also looked like she might cry at any moment.

Before I continue, I have a confession to make. There was something…something huge, life changing that happened to me, that happened to a bunch of us, but I never told you. And I'll tell you now, because if I don't, this story won't make any sense to you. So here I go.

This is going to be really hard to say. But I have to do it. I wish I'd told you all a long time ago, maybe then…this event wouldn't have happened. No, I know this wouldn't have happened. I would've been more careful, I wouldn't have gone to a party in hopes of telling everyone the truth. I would've stayed home, and sure my life would be forever changed, but I would have something to live for now. And I guess that's better than…than wanting so badly to die, you kill yourself.

You may or may not know that, this year, I lost my virginity.

"Where is this story going?" Rory asked, raising his eyebrow.

Mike shrugged. "What does this have to do with Santana?"

"Oh my God!" Brittany gasped. "Did she lose her virginity to Santana?"

Santana and Finn both looked shocked. "No!"

Well…apparently, the condom broke.

"Whoa," Kurt said. "Is she trying to say what I think she's trying to say?"

"I don't know," Finn answered. He looked like he might faint, but, if what Rachel was saying what they thought she was, he had every reason to be freaked out.

Tears were streaming down Rachel's face, and she had a hard time saying the next words that came out of her mouth, shocking everyone in the room.

What I'm trying to say is…is that, I was pregnant. But because of Santana, I'm not anymore.

The DVD suddenly paused. Santana had grabbed the remote and was holding it in her hand, her finger poised on the 'pause' button. Everyone looked at her as the remote fell to the floor, and the girl began to scream.