Santana wasn't really a people person. Sure she loved making out with them, but she had a really hard time with words. Ever since high school, the era before now, when she was full of anger, she had tried to stay away from people. In her junior year, she had gotten so angry with a boy, and was so mean to him, that he tried to kill himself. A boy her age, had tried to take his own life, all because of her. He had been making fun of her because she was a lesbian. "You fucking faggot, why are you even alive," he'd say to her under his breath when he passed her in the halls. Or sometimes, "You're goin' ta hell for sleeping with that Brittany chick." Finally, when he went to the point of saying, "Brittany's an ugly bitch anyway, why would you wanna even sleep with her you creepy dyke." Santana snapped. As her classmates liked to call it, "Santana's Mexican Rage." Santana wasn't even Mexican, but that didn't stop her from ruining the kid's life. Santana was an old pro and getting into people's heads and making them feel like hell.
Santana went so far as to "research" the boy. Find out what his deepest fears were. After a month, she found his weakness. As a closeted gay, he couldn't afford to come out, so he tortured all the gay kids who had the luxury of being who they really were. Santana, Brittany, and the New Directions Loser CLub. Well, technically the glee club wasn't actually all gay, but any club called 'glee club'... Well they just deserved to be called gay. "Like seriously?" Santana thought, "a club dedicated to singing stupid show tunes and prancing around like they were fucking fairies or something?" Makes an easy target for a bully, right? The boy had it out for them. Especially Gel-Hair McBowTie and his boyfriend Lady Porcelain. Santana ended it for him.
Santana outted the boy. He deserved it. But his extremely conservative family? Didn't quite understand. His father made him recite Bible verses every night, working to "pray the gay away". Everytime the boy messed up a word, or pronunciation, his father would hit him with his belt. Finally, after practically memorising the Bible, the boy was finished. He now longer desired to live. He used the same belt his father had whipped him with for the past 3 months to try and hang himself. Thankfully for him, and his family, the belt was so worn from his continious beating that it broke when he tried to kill himself. He fell and broke his femur, he was unconcious when his father finally found him. With the belt around his neck, and suicide note taped to his chest, his father immediately knew what he had tried to do. The note read, "This belt will not whip me again. Ever again."
His father weeped as he called and ambulance, and the the boys mother, who was still at work.
The boy's name was Karofsky.