Chapter Eight
Tina Cohen-Chang

Finn fell asleep quickly after dinner. The next day was a school day and he was not ready to look at those people that had been mentioned in the tapes. He figured he would need a good night's sleep to get through the day.

Once he woke up, he pulled on some pants and then brushed his teeth. He walked downstairs and his mother hugged him and handed him a danish. He pulled his backpack over his shoulder and walked outside, not a word to anyone.

He got in his car and saw that he had 30 minutes before he had to get to school. He opened up his backpack and saw the tape player, headphones, and tape 8 he had put in there the night before.

The sun was slowly rising and it was starting to get warmer. It had been a pretty warm autumn for the most part, just a lot of wind.

Finn drove to a shady tree near the school and parked. He pulled tape 8 out and put it in the tape player.

"Hi Finn. So I'm glad that you have stuck with me this far. I just want you to know that I love you. I love you more than my dads, my Barbara collection, and my singing talent, all put together."

Finn blinked furiously.

"This tape is dedicated to Tina. Finn, do you remember the party at Mike's house in April? His parents were out on a business trip, and we were invited. You and I could be considered back together. You really weren't with Santana anymore, and nicer to me. Anyway, we went and no one had really bothered me for a week or so.

"The party got out of hand only after one hour. Over 100 people showed up and there was plenty of beer and liquor. People were dirty-dancing and going up into bedrooms. Mike and Tina were practically having sex on the kitchen table; they were so wasted.

"You got drunk pretty fast, Finn. You left me after awhile, and I just sat there, listening to my IPod. Tina came up to me and offered me a drink.

"'Oh, no thank you,' I had said. She demanded that I drink it and so I took it. I didn't want to seem like a prude, or weak. I was finally being accepted. Or so it seemed. So I took the shot. And then another and then another."

Finn tried to remember that night. He remembered arriving at the party, and then he was so drunk. He remembered something about... Santana? Did he hook up with her?

"I woke up the next day at noon. I didn't know where I was, or who the kid next to me was. 'Did... did I sleep with this guy?' I asked myself. I guessed not, because I was still dressed. I tried to stand up but then had to sit back down. Blood had rushed through my head and it was pounding. I tried again and stumbled. I shuffled out the door and realized I was still at Tina's house. I found my shoes on the table in the kitchen and saw Tina throwing red cups in a black garbage bag.

"'Wow.' was all she said. She smirked and then turned her back to me. I looked at her confused but then went looking for you. I had a massive headache and you were passed out of the couch with no shirt on. I lightly slapped your face and you woke up suddenly. I told you I wanted to go and so we both stumbled outside and into your car. It was a Saturday and you drove us to your house. You fell asleep once you got home and I checked my Facebook. One group had caught my attention. It had only been up for a couple of hours, but already had 87 followers or people that had liked it. It was called: 'Rachel Berry Is A Whore.'"

This was news to Finn. He had never heard of this Facebook group.

"There were pictures that I recognized from last night. I didn't recognize doing the things in the pictures but the girl in the pictures was me. I remembered all the drinks that Tina had given to me, they must have had something in them. Because I would have never done any of the things in the pictures. There were pictures of me grinding, grabbing boys's butts... And other parts. It was not me at all, it was the alcohol in my system, I swear. I looked again and over 100 people had liked it.

"I started crying when I saw the pictures. I cried even harder when I saw all the posts and comments. People from school wrote on it, people that I had never even seen a day in my life were posting. It was disgusting and I was sick of myself. I finally got a hold of myself and logged out. I had your password Finn, and I logged into your account. I did not want you to see any of this. You had been added to the group and I had you leave it and then blocked it. I never wanted you to see that. There was nothing I could do to get the group off of Facebook, but I just didn't want you to see it."

The tape stopped and Finn drew his fingers through his hair. He pulled his phone out and logged into Facebook. He bit his lip and he typed the dreaded words, "Rachel Berry Is A Whore", into the search bar. He un-blocked it and looked at all the dreadful things people were still saying about her, even after she was dead.

"I'm glad that slut is gone."

"Whoo-hoo! One less slut in this world."

"Now we can all sleep soundly, and not have to worry about our boyfriends being seduced by the whore."

There were many more, but Finn just logged out. He heard the bell ring from the school and was about to get out of the car, but then slammed his door and logged back into Facebook. He got back on the group and wrote:

You all are so mean. I can't believe anyone would ever do this. You all are the reason that Rachel Berry, my girlfriend, is dead. You all deserve to be dead. Not her. She was one of the nicest people I know. And sure, at times she could have been annoying, but that gives no reason to drive someone to their death. I know no one cares, but you all... Go screw yourselves. I can't even look at you all in the face anymore.

He posted it and the got out of the car, leaving the tapes.

"Hey man, you alright?" It was Artie; he came up to Finn at his locker after First Period.

Finn didn't respond.

"Dude, I saw the post on the group. I'm sorry, I thought you were apart of it and knew what was going on."

Finn turned around to face Artie. "Tell Rachel sorry. I don't give a crap about sorry anymore. Sorry does not bring her back."

He slammed his locker shut and walked off.

Glee club that day was awkward. Everyone in the school was apart of the group and had seen what Finn posted at one time of the day or another.

"Okay guys, subject this week is..."

Finn zoned out. He didn't care anymore; he didn't want to be here, amongst all these people that had something to do with Rachel's death.

"Hey Finn are you okay?" Blaine asked. "You're as white as a ghost." he stated.

Finn looked up at him without moving his head. He glared and then stood up and calmly walked out the door. The kids were dead silent when he started to punch the wall outside of the room. He pulled a string of profanities out of his mouth and then collapsed on the floor, tears in his eyes.

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