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Reason Twelve

The entire room was silent. No one spoke. No one moved. They hardly even breathed. It was entirely still, you could hear a pin drop. Everyone was just, in shock.

Then Santana started to cry again. "My fault," She sobbed. "My fault!"

Brittany reached over to her girlfriend, almost cradling her as she crushed Santana's face against her chest. "Sshh…" She soothed. "Sshh…"

"Finn, are you okay?" Kurt asked hesitantly. Tears were glistening in his eyes, and Blaine pulled his boyfriend into a hug.

Finn looked up. "I'll be fine," He assured them. "Just…shocked, I guess."

"We all are," Mr. Schue said, exchanging DVD eleven for DVD twelve. "We didn't know as much about Rachel as we thought." Mr. Schue sighed. "I should've helped her. I was her teacher, it was my job to guide her, make sure she was okay…"

"Mr. Schue, you said so yourself," Tina interjected. "We didn't know, and if we had known, things would be different. Rachel, and maybe even Rachel's baby," Tina glanced at Finn. "Might still be alive,"

The teacher nodded. "Right. Thanks guys. Next DVD?"

The kids nodded.

The next DVD must've been filmed right after the previous, as Rachel was in the same place, dressed in the same clothes, and tears still lingered on her face.

Hi. Glad to see you've decided to stick around. Hopefully I didn't surprise you too much, none of you fainted right?

Well, anyway, reason twelve takes place the night of The Party on Maple Street. Before I left that night I took a walk, and as I passed one of the houses, I heard someone call my name.

"Hey! Rachel!"

Some girls from McKinley were waving at me from behind the fence. I smiled at them and walked over to say hi. I needed someone to cheer me up.

"We're relaxing in Kristy's parents' hot tub." One of them said. "They're out of town and we invited a few boys over. Want to join?"

"Isn't it a little cold for that?" I asked.

"It's inside," responded one of the girls, Kristy whose parents were apparently out of town. "We just wanted to get some stuff out of the cooler on my back porch. Come hang out with us! Please?"

I gave in. Kristy gave me a little yellow string bikini of hers, which was so small and made me feel super uncomfortable. But I didn't complain.

At first I enjoyed hanging out with them. The girls were super funny and we had a few wine coolers, then after they stumbled off to find their boyfriends, I was left alone in the hot tub. The closest people were the shadows of the people in the kitchen, who I could see faintly through the glass door separating us.

I leaned back and closed my eyes. I was perfectly relaxed until I was startled by the opening of the glass door. Guess who was standing there in too-tight swim trunks, eyeing me and smelling of alcohol?

Jacob Ben Israel, of course.

"No way," Finn mumbled.

I had completely forgotten super sweet Kristy and nosy, crazy Jew-Fro were cousins.

Jacob slipped into the hot tub, getting a little closer to me than I would've liked. "How's the hottest girl at McKinley High doing on this fine eve?" He asked, pursing his lips in a way that made him look like a Jewish duck.

"Fine," I said, trying to be friendly. "Yourself?"

"Much better now," Jacob replied.

As time went on, Jacob got closer and closer, until he was practically in my lap. He let his hands wander a little bit and several times tried to steal a kiss.

The worst part is I did nothing to stop him.

At the time, I was gradually losing my will to live. So I let Jacob be all inappropriate, I let him whisper vulgar things to be and call me sexist nicknames. It wasn't until he had started toying with the strap on my bikini top that I jumped out of the hot tub.

"Where are you going, sweetheart?" He questioned, slurring.

"You're drunk, Jacob," I said, grabbing the nearest towel and wrapping my body up in it, like a cocoon.

"So? Sober or not, what's the difference? Since when does the school slut care about her reputation?"

At that point I turned around and gazed at him furiously. "I am not the school slut." I growled. "I have pride and self-worth and I know when enough is enough. You are such a pervert, Jacob!"

"Oh Rachel," he sighed. "What does it matter?"

And then he dared to lean up, and kiss me full on the mouth.

His lips tasted disgusting, and I immediately pushed him off, sending him falling backwards. He hit his head and the side cracked, causing water to spill all over the floor. When Kristy came out she started screaming.

"Rachel, what did you do?" She gasped. "You bitch!" As soon as she said it, she regretted it. I saw it in her eyes. "Oh my God, I didn't mean it! I'm so sorry!"

I pulled my clothes over my head and then removed the bikini from under that, saying nothing. Kristy's eyes begged for forgiveness, but I just walked away. I wasn't mad at her, I was mad at myself. I let Jacob make my faulty reputation a real one.

Jacob, if you're watching this, I want to let you know that you are one of the biggest reasons as to why I killed myself. Because of you I knew I had to leave the town, I had to leave this reputation behind.

Because of you, I knew I would rather end my life and spend an eternity in Hell, than keep living and spend forever in Lima, Ohio. Because of you, I regret nothing.