David Vega was exhausted. Not only was his entire workday just stressful, dotted with excessive paperwork and false 911 calls, but he was kept up all last night. Surrounded with thoughts of his daughter, his wife who he was sure now hated him. He couldn't help it, he just couldn't accept the fact that Tori was a homosexual. He loved her, but it was unnatural. Gross. And the icing on the cake was that she was with that West girl of all people. The one with the piercings, dark makeup, unnaturally colored hair. She just screamed trouble. Trouble he didn't want his daughter getting into. Tori was his baby. He only wanted what was in her best interest. Being a lesbian wasn't one of them. There is a reason why they couldn't get married.

He wanted to talk to her. Explain to her his side of the story. Tell her why he thought it was wrong. Tell her why it is wrong. Let her know why he couldn't accept it. That's when he heard it.

"Jade, stop, I think I hear footsteps."

"Chill, Tori. Just relax."

"But, Jade... Mmm.."

David slowly walked towards his daughter's bedroom door, left slightly ajar. He placed his hand on the knob and pushed the door open slowly, dreading what was on the other side of the door. That's when he saw it.

"Dad! Oh my God! I'm so sorry!" Tori quickly grabbed the covers and clenched them to her chest, trying to block herself from her father. But he had already saw everything.

"Mr. Vega!" Jade had to wrap her arms around her chest, as her girlfriend wasn't willing to sacrifice even a fraction of the covers for her own use. The two girls sat there in astonishment, as they saw Mr. Vega standing in the doorway, turning his head in shame. His voice came out in droves. Shaky, stuttering, and repeating to a stop.

"Oh my goodness... Both of you put your clothes on now, and come downstairs. I want to talk to you." He turned and left the room, rehearsing in his head what he was to say. He couldn't believe that he had just caught his daughter doing that. With her. In there. Together. Those parenting books he read when Trina was born had never prepared him for this. Never.

...

"I can't believe that you two would even consider doing that in our home. I'm disappointed, especially in you, Tori. I didn't even think you would succumb to a bad influence like that."

Bad influence? Jade questioned the passing insult. Does he just assume that I tricked Tori into doing that or something?

"Jade didn't influence me, Dad..."

"Whatever. I don't want to hear it. Jade, leave. Tori, I want to talk to you in private."

Jade sighed, grabbed her things and turned to leave. Tori tried to kiss her goodbye, but was pushed away in fear of what Mr. Vega would think. Jade settled for a passing hug, and left the house.

"I need to let you know something, sweetheart..."

...

"Hey, Tor. What's up?" Jade smiled when she saw her girlfriend approaching, forgetting what passersby may think. She was just happy to see the brunette's face, after the fiasco that had happened yesterday. She wanted to apologize, she hated the thought of getting Tori in trouble. Any other scenario would've been fine, but she hated the thought of ruining a relationship with a parent. She would hate for Tori's home life to even remotely mirror hers.

"Hey, Jade. Can we go to the janitor's closet? I need to talk to you." Tori smiled softly and hesitantly, her mind racing with thoughts. I don't want to hurt her.

"Sure. Come on." Jade grabbed Tori's wrist and dragged her to the closet, putting on a show so that other students wouldn't notice anything out of the ordinary. Once they arrived in the closet, Jade closed the door. "Now what is it? You're acting really weird."

Tori gave a huge heaving sigh, and Jade immediately prepared for the blow that was to follow. "I need to break up with you." The sentence rammed the goth like a truck. It hurt even worst than that. Why?

"Why? I thought... I mean... I don't know what to say." Something happened that Tori had only really seen once before. Tears running down Jade's pale face.

Seeing someone so strong, so brave, seeing the girl she loved cry. And knowing that she had caused it, it was too much for Tori. She started crying too.

"I'm sorry, Jade. I really am." Tori placed her lips on Jade's for one last time, their tears mixing into a concoction that symbolized the brutal murder of a budding relationship. One that could've been great. They were meant for each other, right? Right?

Jade loathed the kiss. She hated that this was the last time that she would ever touch those lips. It was a Siberian kiss.

Something that's supposed to be warm and fulfilling, but it's really just the coldest shit.
A Siberian kiss.

I cried writing this. I guess I'm getting too invested in this story. Is that a good thing? Maybe? Anyways, I think this chapter kinda speaks for itself. I'm starting to think that this story is getting a little too mature for a T rating. Please review and tell me what you think. Just review, really, even if it's to tell me I suck ass. I love reviews like that, really.

This story isn't over. Just know that. I really have no idea where it's going either. It's pretty much out of my hands.

Disclaimer: I don't own Victorious. Song 'Siberian Kiss' belongs to glassjaw. The part at the end is a butchered part of a quote by Daryl Palumbo.