Rachel sat on the couch, her knees drawn up to her chin. "Is this really necessary?"
Brittany nodded, sitting across from Rachel, her chair turned backwards. She had her arms crossed on the back of the seat, and she was puffing on a joint. "Cut the crap, Rach." Brittany's tone caused Rachel to snap her head up.
"What?" She looked curiously at Brittany, who took another deep drag, this time, blowing it in Rachel's face.
"I said, cut the crap. You're ruining yourself, and for what? For what reason, Rach? Drugs? JewFro?" The mention of his name caused her to make a face. "I mean, really. What is so horrible that could possibly make you... this?"
Rachel's eyes widened, shocked by Brittany's questions, and truth be told, the intelligence of them. "I...You know everything," Rachel lied, hoping the blonde would drop it.
"That's bullshit, and you know it. I'm not stupid, y'know. I may not be smart like you, or like Quinn, but I have eyes, ears and a brain. I can put two and two together." She took another hit, then passed it to Rachel, who tried to wave it off. "Smoke it, you'll be glad later that you did," she said, waving it at her, and nodding when she took it. "Tell me what hurt you so bad, you felt you may as well destroy yourself."