A/N: Me again! 'Kay, so this chappie's in Dave's POV! It's mostly about his home life! So, enjoy!

*Insert Generic Disclaimer here*

I sighed as I got into my car after school.

I hated this. Hated living a lie.

I didn't even like Santana. She was just this psycho bitch who was blackmailing me.

The Bullywhips thing didn't help either. Not only did I feel like a total idiot, but now the people I thought were my friends wouldn't even talk to me.

My dad wasn't helping anything. He's the nicest guy I know, but he's too gullible. He thinks he's got the old me back, but that's as far from the truth as Hummel even liking me platonically. His pride in me was based on a lie, like everyone else in my life.

Mom was… well, she was how she always was. She hasn't been proud of anything she didn't do since… since the accident.

And then there was Amy, my dorky, video-gaming little sister. When I'd first told my family about Santana and Bullywhips, Dad was proud and Mom was indifferent (but what else is new?).

Amy, though… she looked at me like Hummel did when we were discussing him coming back. Like she didn't believe a word I was saying. And it didn't stop there. Every day, every freakin' day, she gave me a look like, you're hiding something. Tell me now. And sure, she's not exactly Coach Beiste or Santana, but the girl can be flipping scary when she wants to be.

Sometimes I wish I could just go back to being ten again. Back when Mom was nice, I was Amy's hero, and Dad didn't look more like Mom's slave than her husband. Back when everything was simple.

I smiled a little. Those were the good times. But I was always in such a hurry to grow up back then, I never really appreciated how good life is when you're a kid. Before you start liking people, and the world isn't so cruel to everybody.

Before life starts to completely freaking suck.

I sighed and turned my key in the front door.

"I'm home." I called.

"Yo." A voice called from the living room, followed by gun-shot and calls of, "DIE, ZOMBIE BASTARD, DIEEEEEEE!"

I smiled and walk in, gently patting Amy on the head. "Hey, squirt."

"I'm not a squirt, dude! Now shut up so I can kill this legion of zombies before they turn everybody else into zombies!"

"Where's Dad?"

"Meeting. Mom too. Won't be back 'til late." A mushroom cloud appeared on the screen. Amy jumped up and cheered. "WOO! HIGH SCORE, BABY!"

I chuckled. Typical Amy. At least I knew one thing in my life would never change: My little sister would always be a huge dork.

"So, how was your day?" Amy asked, taking out the other game and popping in a DVD.

"Eh, same old same old. Saved Hummel and that black girl from getting slushied. There was a new kid with them, too."

"Really? Seems kinda late in the year for transfers…"

"Yeah, well-" I stopped as I realized what Amy had just put in.

Season 2 of Brothers and Sisters. (1)

If anyone asked, I'd deny it, but it's actually one of my favorite shows.

The problem was with what it had in it. More specifically, it had a lot of Kevin and Scotty in that particular season.

Amy was trying to get me to tell her. She'd almost figured it out.

"Oh, c'mon, Ames! Do we seriously have to watch this faggy show again?" (2)

Amy paused, then turned off the TV and sighed, turning to face me.

"David, we need to talk."

Crap, she's pissed! She only calls me David when she's completely pissed off!

"Y-Yeah? About what?"

"David, I don't know what's going on with you, but I'm seriously getting worried about you. Ever since you started this year, you've become someone else."

"What? N-No, I haven't!" I defended.

"Yes, you have. You almost got expelled for threatening to kill someone, David. You scared the poor guy so much he switched schools! And maybe Dad believes that you're back to being yourself, but you're nothing like the David I grew up with." She paused, and stated in a small voice, "You're not the Davey I remember."

That nearly did me in. Amy hadn't called me Davey since she was ten years old. "Amy… look, it's nothing, okay? I'm fine-"

"That's a lie and you know it! David, I want the truth. What's going on with you? Is… is someone blackmailing you or something? Or are you on something? Tell me, or I'll force you to!"

I saw the desperation in her eyes, the pure concern for my well-being in them.

I wanted to tell her. So freakin' bad.

But… I just couldn't. I couldn't be honest with anyone, not even the person who loves me the most.

"Amy, nothing's wrong. It's not anything to worry about-"

"BULLSHIT!" Amy screamed at the top of her lungs. "David, I swear to God if you don't tell me right now I'll-"

Suddenly, I snapped. "IT'S NONE OF YOUR FREAKIN' BUSINESS! JUST DROP IT AND PLAY YOUR DAMN GAMES LIKE THE USELESS KID YOU ARE!"

SLAP!

My cheek stung where Amy smacked me across the face. For a fourteen-year-old girl the size of a lawn gnome, she was pretty damn strong. (3)

A tear-rolled down my little sister's face. Her expression was something between fury and anguish.

Then she said something that hurt worse than the slap, worse than any football injury.

"I hate you."

And with that emotional tidbit, Amy grabbed her bunny-hooded and stormed out the front door.

A/N: Well, I'm not sure if that's really a cliff-hanger or not…

Anyhoo, here are some notes!

I. LOVE. THIS. SHOW. Seriously, it's right up there with Glee, Castle, and The Big Bang Theory. And yes, I did get my OC Scotty's name from the awesomeness that is Scotty Wandell.

I do not condone the use of the words "fag", "faggy", or other slurs. I just thought it was in character for Karofsky.

The lawn gnome thing was actually from the EW Online Glee Recap of "Audition", when describing Sunshine.

This is a little off-topic, but who do you thinks gonna die on Glee next week? (Personally, I think it's Jean, Sue's sister…)

LATERZ! Review, plz!