3:00pm 12/31/11

"This ice cream is delicious, how is it that your mom knows my favorite ice cream?"

"Well it certainly has nothing to do with the fact that I talk about you all the time to her."

The girls simply smile at each other and continue to enjoy their ice cream.

"Hey babe, there is no way I am going to eat all this ice cream, I'm pretty sure if I do I will not look so hot in my dress tonight, so I am going to go put it in the freezer, do you need anything?"

"I'll come down with you BrittBritt I cannot finish mine either and I could use a glass of water. Also I am wondering do you think Quinn would be willing to come over at 4:30 to start getting ready instead of 5:00? I mean I will be here to pick you up about 6:30 and I just want to make sure you two have enough time to get ready and get all the pictures done before we have to be to the restaurant at 7:00."

"I'll shoot her a quick text and see if that will work for her." "Hey would you be able to come over at 4:30 instead of 5:00, just to give us a little more time to get ready before our hot dates come and pick us up!"

"Sure, see ya shortly. ~Q."

"That was a quick response, Q will be here at 4:30 babe."

Brittany turned to address her girlfriend but she was nowhere in sight. Hmm… where did she go? A sudden sound of giggling drew Brittany's attention towards the family room. As she approached the doorway she could hear her family and Santana giggling away. Brittany walked through the open archway to see her girlfriend sitting next to her dad playing Wii.

"Babe, I thought you hated video games?"

"What… oh yeah, really I only hate them because guys would always ignore my needs so they could shoot up people online, I mean seriously I am so much more fun, but whatever, I have you now and you would never choose a video game over me."

Brittany could not help but smile adoringly at her girlfriend who fit in with her family so perfectly.

"Gottcha again Mr. P, geez I thought you said you were good at this game, so far I am owning you."

"That you are Santana, but please for the last time just call me Dad, you are like a daughter to us so let's scratch all these formalities." He said with a wink, knowing that later tonight Santana would be taking a serious step in her relationship with his daughter.

"Umm … okay…. Will do .. D..ad! That may take some getting used to." Santana stated hesitantly.

"The same thing goes for me." Brittany's mom chimed in.

"Wait, you want Santana to call you Dad, isn't that kinda weird Mom?" Brittany stated in a whimsical tone.

"You are so funny young lady… Santana knows what I mean, she is like a daughter to us both and thus we just be Mom and Dad to her, so long as she feels comfortable calling us that." Brittany's mom responded in a serious yet comforting tone.

"I would love to call you guys Mom and Dad, but it may take some getting used to, so if I slip you don't like disown me or anything." They all chuckled at Santana's remark.

The family returned to playing Super Mario Brothers on the Wii. Santana was surprising skilled at the game considering Brittany had never seen her even look at a controller let alone play a game.

Across town in a shabby hotel room, Karofsky is sitting at a table slowly loading rounds into a clip. His mind wanders from the past to the present, from his days as a high school bully to this morning when he shot and killed his father. How did he get to here; how did he become such a monster.

He may not have been entirely happy when he was denying his sexual desires but ever since he embraced those desires his life has fallen apart, and now it had reached an ultimate low as his father lie dead in a pool of blood in the house he grew up in.

Who was to blame for where he was?

First there was Kurt. Kurt had forced me to kiss him, he forced me to reveal my sexual desires to someone else. If Kurt had never yelled back at me in that locker room, if he had never confronted me and gotten into my face, I never would have kissed him. My secret would have remained just that a secret. And then he tried to talk to me in that gay bar, to make me feel like what I was doing was okay was acceptable. He made me believe a fairy tale and look where that got me. Kurt is to blame for happened to me, he helped create this monster.

Next there was Blaine. He had confronted me at my school, who knows who may have overheard that conversation. He spoke so confidently and assuredly like everything would be okay. What did that rich brat with an accepting father know? He made me feel like maybe it would be okay if I was gay and told my family, but he was so wrong. His words, his confidence have ruined my life. He doesn't deserve to be happy; he and Kurt are an insult and a disgrace.

Then there is Miss. Pillsbury. I turned to her, no one ever knew that I went to her for help and she did nothing to help me. She was worthless, she tried to reassure me, told me everything would be okay, she was wrong! She provided me pamphlets, really fucking pamphlets, like those are any help to anyone. Wonder if she has a pamphlet for what you should do when you tell your father your gay and he flips out so you shoot and kill him. She made me feel like I was normal, like I would be okay but she was wrong!

The worst of all was fucking Santana! Convinced me to start the bully whips, to help Kurt feel safe back at McKinley, to date her to hide our sexual desires and then what does she do ends our relationship and then comes out as a fucking lesbian. Shinning a big fucking light of doubt on my sexuality. That fucking bitch ruined my life and now she is all happy with Brittany and I am a fucking murderer. She lured me in with her whole beard speech and threatening me about outing me if I did not help her. So much of this is her fucking fault, I wonder what would be worse, killing her or killing Brittany in front of her and watching her suffer losing someone she loves so much?

Karofsky loads the seventh and final bullet into his third clip. Twenty-one rounds and one more for me, this should do the job. Thankfully the Glee Club was so fucking arrogant to sponsor a dance tonight. I know everyone will be there and they will each pay the price for fucking my life over. I have to be fabulous as Kurt would say, so a late entry is a must!

"You stinking cheater! San you are not playing fair!" Brittany hollered as Santana managed to out score her at Wii bowling once again.

"Babe, how can I cheat at this, the game keeps score not me!" Santana spoke with a smile.

"I don't know, but you are a horrible bowler and I am a great bowler so there is no way that you should beat me three games in a row." Brittany was shocked at her girlfriend's Wii skills.

"Okay girls, maybe we have had enough bowling for today, perhaps we should switch to tennis?"

"Mom, I will not play tennis against San. She gets way to crazy playing that sport, just ask Berry about the black eye she got this summer."

"Well how about we put the Wii up and you girls tell me about your plans for this evening."

Both girls smiled at this suggestion and sat down on the couch to tell the Pierce clan what the plans were, leaving out any details involving promise rings.