I don't know how she slept through the storm. I don't know how she slept at all. From what she said in her life, and the way she acted, I didn't think she slept at all.

And yet, I was able to break into her house completely undetected. And I killed her.

Within half an hour, I was at the Lopez residence in Lima Heights, sneaking through Santana's bedroom window.

"As much as I love seeing you, Brittany, I'd like a little bit more notice before you visit me in the middle of the night," she said.

I must've looked concerned. "What's up?" she asked.

"I had to do it. I killed her. I killed Sue Sylvester."

"Yeah, right. Why aren't you covered in blood?"

"The rain washed it off on the way over here."

"Brittany, you are NOT a killer. You're too nice. Plus, I don't think you have the… mental capacity… to come up with such a plan on your own."

"But I did. I did kill her. And it'll be all over the news tomorrow. Can you hide me? Can you protect me?"

"Fine. Even though I still don't believe you."