The next day at school,Blaine arrived-as usual-with Kurt. He walked down the hall hand-in-hand with his boyfriend like he did everyday,since September."So I was thinking we could go to the mall this weekend."Kurt said happily. The blue eyed boy opened his locker and stuffed his books in it.

"That sounds like fun,"Blaine smiled. He looked around for any sign of Santana,sure enough there she was strutting down the hall with Brittany at her side."I'll be right back,babe."he kissed Kurt's cheek before walking over to Santana."Hey,"he waved at the two girls."Oh,Britt! Kurt wants to tell you something."he looked at the blond. Brittany kissed Santana on the cheek and then ran down the hall excitedly. Santana folded her arms over her chest,looking at the boy in front of her.

"The Hockey teams planning on-not only making Kurt Prom Queen again-but they're also planing on pulling a Carrie. But instead of blood it's going to be red dye."she huffed."Why can't they just leave him alone."the Latina looked down the hall at Kurt,who was talking with Brittany. Blaine nodded his head sadly.

"Thats why we're doing this,San."Blaine leaned up against a locker.

"Blaine,we can't kill every person who hurts Kurt."she pointed out.

"No."he said shrugging."But we can try."

Santana doesn't know how or why she got herself into this mess. No-thats a lie. She's does. She got herself into Blaine's plan because she loves Blaine and she loves Kurt. They're like the brothers she's never had...or wanted. What she doesn't know is how she single handedly killed Tom Bridges-one of the hockey players. She doesn't know how she wrapped her gloved hands around his neck.

It could have been when he asked if she was done being a homo. Or,when he asked his Brittany was good in bed. It could have been both. It probably was. That and her hatred to the acne covered asshole. After she was done wringing the life out of Tom,she grabbed a rope and hung him. Making it seem like a suicide. She felt bad for whoever found him.

Poor Tom Bridges.

Hanging.

In the locker room.

Dead.

When she went to Glee club,she had a certain..gleam in her eye. Her pupils blown out and the itch to kill,again. She sat next to Blaine. Blaine smirked at her.

"Who?"he asked.

"Tom."Santana started to file her nails.

"Perfect."

10 minutes into Glee Sam Evans came running in."!"he yelled. He ran to the teacher."It-It's,"Sam panted,he couldn't form words or sentence."I'm going to puke."he announced. Rachel got up and helped Sam to a garbage pail. Everyone winced when they heard the familiar sound of throwing up.

"Thats disgusting."Santana whispered to Blaine,who just shrugged.

"Sam," walked over to him,a water bottle in his hand. He handed the bottle to Sam who washed his mouth out."Whats the matter?What happen?"he asked,eyes soft.

"Tom Bridges."he said."He-He's,"Sam turned and wretched into the pail. The whole club looked on with wide eyes. Santana shared a glance with Blaine. Luckily they were both good actors. Very good actors. Quinn stood up and walked over to Sam,she whispered something to . Quinn rubbed Sam's back in soothing circles. nodded at the blond girl,then walked to face the rest of the club.

Quinn took Sam outside into the hallway.

"San,"Blaine whispered."What did you do?"He asked. Santana waved him off leaving his question for later.

15 minutes later Sam came in with blood shot eyes and a stone cold looking Quinn."."she whispered."You might want to go to the locker room."She kept her voice low,but loud enough for some of the members to hear."Tom Bridges is-he's."Quinn couldn't finish her sentence. got up and jogged to the locker room.

Another 15 minutes later the morgue came to get Tom's body.

"You strangled him?"Blaine asked,amused.

"No."Santana smirked."He hung himself."