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The Only Ones	By : cris2747 Category: G through L > Glee Views: 4860 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, South of Nowhere or Twilight. Okay so I have four other stories I'm writing but I'm a little stuck on a part for 'Falling Into History' this one sorta came out and helped with my block even though I wasn't planning on posting this fic now, it just wrote itself. It's a post-apocalyptic story but not a zombie one. I've read enough of those, not saying I don't love a good zombie fic 'cuz I do but I like to write stuff that are different. Warning, warning character deaths big and small, and some trigger warning later on in this chap, so don't read if you're sensitive about this kind of things. And be on the look out for other charaters from different 'verses, I'm going to be throwing a lot in this fic. Okay kiddos on with the show.
Chapter One: Quinn
Quinn sat in the corner of her mother's room crying and rocking, wondering when exactly the world turned to shit. Her mother's decaying corpse laid on the bed, for the first time in a long time she looked peaceful. Judy Fabray died early this morning at 6:30 a.m. at the age of 41 with only her 20 year old daughter left to mourn her. She got word from her sister Frannie's husband that she fell ill to this deadly virus and as for her father she hasn't heard one damn thing since her mother kicked him out. Quinn packed up her bags from her dorm in Yale and came back to take care of her mother as soon as she could. But it wasn't fast enough she only got to spend a couple of hours with her before she passed out and never woke up.
Quinn's so worried Beth and Shelby, she hasn't heard from her since this whole thing started. Quinn was tempted to go to New York before she came here but she was glad she didn't otherwise she would have never been able to say good bye to her mother. Quinn hasn't heard from her old friends in Glee either. They all lost touch after they graduated. All she knew was that Berry and Kurt was in NYADA and Mike was in Chicago. While Sam, Tina, Blaine, Artie, Sugar, and Brittany where still here finishing high school. Puck and Finn (after he and Berry broke off their engagement) headed off to Cali to start that pool cleaning business. They probably seen Mercedes around there sometimes since she wanted to try and start a music career. Santana headed off with her cheerleading scholarship to Louisville, but if she knew the Latina (which she does) if she isn't sick than she's on her way here. But all that doesn't matter because it happened 2 years ago, who knows where they all ended up now.
She heard sirens blaring and glass breaking throughout the night it was pure chaos out there. It's funny how much damage people can do while dying. But then this morning she heard nothing, like someone hit the mute button.
She hears the sound of her front door breaking open her head snaps to the closed room door. Oh shit oh shit, she chants desperately looking for a place to hide. The muffled sound of men's voices float up the stairs. One man sounded like he her Mom coughing harshly with every step.
'Where's this bitch at? I know I saw her this morning,' one man said.
'Yeah how is it that she's not sick when everyone else,' the second man replied.
Quinn stands up as quietly as she can, but her bones pop and crack loudly. Quinn holds her breath hoping that she didn't alert the men at she was still here. She creeps her way toward the bathroom; she knows that she can possibly fit underneath the sink.
A crash of breaking glass makes the blonde jump covering her mouth to muffle her squeak of surprise. A round of laughter brought on another coughing fit for the men down stairs.
'Shit I don't think she's here,' the voice sounding vaguely recognizes it.
'Yeah Azimio, she probably took her mother to the hospital,' Quinn finally realizes that voice belongs to Karofsky. But who's the third man?
'Fuck it, let's go see if that retard Pierce is still alive,' the man coughs. 'I always wanted to get a piece of that ass.'
'Nah, Shane I think we should take Az to the hospital, he doesn't look so good,' Karofsky says. 'Dude I'm feeling like shit now, too.'
'Both of you are pussies,' she's guessing Shane shouts.
Quinn moves closer to the door putting her ear on the wood, trying to hear the fading conversation. After a while the house remained quiet, she wondered if she should go check on B if those assholes go to her house sick or not she doubts that the taller blonde can defend herself. Times like these she misses her short tempered Latina friend.
Quinn breathes a sigh of relief when the house remains quiet. Her teary eyes fall on the body of her mother wondering what the hell she was supposed to do now. She doesn't think that the coroner will come take the body but she can't just leave her here. Quinn sits down next her pushing back the still sweaty hair. They were just starting to get their relationship back on track. Quinn finally forgave her mother for not standing up to her father 4 years ago. And Frannie was finally thinking for herself and not blindly parroting her father's bigotry. This whole thing was unfair, she doesn't even know how it all happened one minute life was going good then the next some guy drops dead in a mall somewhere Washington state.

Twenty days before Lima
Quinn sat glued in front of her TV watching the evening news. "According to reports a man in Forks, Washington was in the local mall before he fell dead," the female reporter droned on. "Eye witness accounts state that the man a recent graduate from the local high school was seen staggering. Most thought the man whose name was just released, Michael Newton, appeared to be either drunk or ill. We are unable to tell at this time if this death was due to natural causes. Stay tuned for more reports, Tanya back to you."
The news switched to the newsroom the female reporter Tanya looked in to the camera smiling, "Thank you Kate, we'll have more on the story as it develops…"
Quinn switched of the tv staring at her roommate Ashley, "This is crazy uh? Have you heard from your girlfriend or sister lately?"
The shorter brunette, who reminds her so much of Rachel and Santana, just shrugged, "Spencer's fine but her mother is a little under the weather so she's going to stay a few more days. School doesn't start until next week anyways, but I haven't heard anything from Kyla recently."
"Well hopefully she doesn't have what that kid had," Quinn smirks.
Ashley smiles devilishly back, "Well the woman used to be too evil to die, but now she's mellowed in her old age."
Quinn chuckles, "Right, Spence said that she dragged you out by the hair once for defiling her baby."
Ashley flips her off, "Yeah my mother in law loved me so much in the beginning." She rolls her eyes, "I'm going to bed Quinn, I've had this wicked headache since Monday."
Quinn bids her good night smirking at the smaller girl. She just wants to go have phone sex with her girl. Five days after that more and more reports of people dying from Washington from the local reservation there. It wasn't until it the cases spread to Cali that she got worried. From what she remembers Puck, Finn and Mercedes were down there. Sam to for all she knows, damn she wishes she kept in better touch with them after graduation. The only person she kept in touch with besides Santana was Rachel, but after the first year, visits were few and far between until they faded to phone calls every few months.
Yesterday when she tried getting ahold of Shelby and Beth but the phone kept going to voice mail. This morning she put Ashley on the last available plane to LA, spencer's mother and her ex-boyfriend Aiden (?) became ill as well. After today all planes are to be grounded due to this mysteries illness. Phone and internet service sucks too now most of her calls are starting to drop.
Two days later all classes were cancelled until further notice. Her cell phone rang; she frowns at the unknown number, "Hello?"
'Quinn?" a voice faded in and out.
"Yes who's this," Quinn frown deepens.
'This… Richard… husband…Frannie…" the voice crackles.
"Richard? Oh my god is Frannie okay? I can't really understand you, you're fading in and out," Quinn's voice shakes.
'No…hospital…sick…haven't…get ahold…Mom,' Richard says.
Quinn chews her lip worried, "What Frannie's in the hospital? How sick is she?"
'Can you understand me now," Richard's voice finally clears.
"Yes, much better now. So what's happening with Frannie? Are the kids sick too," Quinn rapidly fires her questions.
'Whoa slow down, Quinn. Frannie's and the kids are okay for now,' a coughing fit stops his words. 'Excuse me, sorry about that. The doctors don't think it's the same virus as in Washington or LA. But they want to kept her overnight just to be sure.'
Quinn sags in relief, "Are you sure? They're not just saying that, right?"
It was Richard's turn to sigh, 'I honestly don't know. I'm hoping they're telling me the truth.' She hears a faint voice in the background. 'Listen kid I got to go the doctor's calling me. I'll call you later for an update or you can call me at this number,' he rushes out.
"Alright let me know what happens with my sister," Quinn pleads.
'Yeah okay, try and get ahold of your Mom for me. I haven't been able too,' Richard hangs up without given her a chance to reply.
Not even a day later she hears her sister's name on the news. The disease has made it's way to Las Vegas. The whole family including her niece and nephew died seven hours after Richard called her.
A week ago the first casualties were reported from London, that's when the shit hit the fan. People started to panic; rioters camped out in front of the CDC and the White House.
Three days ago Quinn hopped in her car and drove back home to Lima.
Present time

Quinn shakes out of her stupor, kissing her mother's cool forehead she gets up carefully opening her door. When the coast appeared to be clear Quinn headed to her old room to change out of her sundress. After all she won't be able to outrun someone in her flats, if she has too. She quickly changes into an old pair of cheerio sweat pants and t-shirt. Quinn makes her way to her father's old study going to the hidden floor safe by the desk.
"25, 10, 19, 09," Quinn mutters. Her mother never changed the combo after he left and was the easy to remember since it was the day in all of their birthdates. The lock clicks open, "Thank you Russell for being so predictable."
Quinn opens the slightly heavy door pulling out her father's old .22. The blonde hates guns but if there's one thing she remembers from the devil herself was it was always better to be prepared than caught with your pants down. "Thank you Coach," Quinn smirks pulling out a small pocket knife as well.
Quinn closes the safe and hides it again, no point in leaving it open you never know if those meat heads will come back. Quinn puts the gun and knife in each of her pockets and stands up. She really, really doesn't want to leave the house but she needs to find out about Brittany and the others.
If her memory is correct then Tina's house is closer, she searches for her car keys. Those guys were idiots, if they had half a brain each left (thank god they don't) they would have noticed two cars parked in the drive way.
When Quinn passes the kitchen she sees that they kicked in the side door, hopefully she will be able to fix that. The blonde shakes her walking to the front door, breathing deep Quinn opens the door a crack peering out the door. Seeing that the coast was clear Quinn runs to her car, turning the engine she's thankful that this is a newer quieter car or she might have had company.
Quinn navigates the trash ridden streets carefully, her eyes tearing at the bodies shattered on the ground. Apparently the EMTs and police were to overwhelmed to keep up with the growing death rates in town. Quinn pulls up to the Cohan-Chang residence noting how eerily quiet the street was. She takes a quick look around before she unlocks her car and walks up the house.
She knocks on the door softly jumping around at her small noise real or imagined. Quinn reaches for the knob turning in and sighing when the door opens.
"Tina? Tina's parents," Quinn calls out. "Is anyone here? Please don't be afraid, I knew your daughter in high school. We were in Glee together."
Quinn closes the door behind her and locking it, Sueism at its finest, you can never be too carefully when walking into in unknown situation. The house stood as still as death, Quinn's eyes watered as she navigated her way up the stairs. Hoping beyond hope that she doesn't find what she thinks she'll find. Quinn pushes open the first door she finds, the smell of rotting flesh makes her fall back gagging. Quinn covers her mouth trying to swallow the bile that wanted to spew out. When she finally calmed her stomach Quinn pushes herself off the wall and moves further into the room.
On the bed she's guessing that it was Tina's parents, laid two bodies entwined. Tears fill her eyes not able to take the sight anymore Quinn rushes out closes the door firmly behind her. Quinn leans on the door gasping for breath the tears flowing down her face. Quinn tries to compose herself so she can finish looking at the rest of the house. If her memory was correct Tina had, has a little brother and sister.
By the time Quinn finishes exploring the house she's a mess. Sitting in the middle of the Cohan-Chang living room crying all four occupants lie in their bed, dead from this disease.
Two hours later Quinn searched all of her former Glee mates' family homes, each one resembled the last. All of them dead, but none of her former friends were there everyone must have gotten out. The only homes she had left to explore were Santana's, Brittany's and the Berry's all three were in the same street minutes from each other.
Steeling herself Quinn unlocks her car again not ready to be torture with these sights, but she can't possibly be the only one left in this town. Quinn takes a quick look around before going to the Berry's front door. She knocked and rang the bell a few times but when there was no answer she tried the knob but found it locked. Quinn went around to the side of the house peering into the windows. She didn't have to go far to see the Berry men on the floor unmoving.
The shorter one who she's assuming is Hiram fell by the table with the phone clinched in his hand. Leroy laid a few feet away, face contorted in pain. His hands looked like they clawed his throat at one point. Quinn was sure her tears ran out after she walked out of the Evan's home, when she had to see Sam's little sister's frail body clinging to her mother. So even as she stood in front of the death scene in front of her she could form any tears for the Berry men.
Quinn breaks the window nearby even though she can see the Berry men gone, she doesn't know if Rachel's here or not. After a quick search of the house was enough to let Quinn know that Rachel hasn't been back in a very long time.
She sat in the Berry house for over an hour dreading to go look in her childhood friends' home. She remembers going to hide out in one of their bedrooms when her father came home drunk or pissed. Mrs. Pierce and Mrs. Lopez were two people she considered her mothers', more than her own in her early years.
So Quinn thought she ran out of tears but obviously she still had some left after she collapsed on the Lopez lawn. She found every one of her second family, save for Santana, gone. She screams out in anguish not wanting to see anymore of her family gone, but she had one more house to go. She owes it to Brittany and Santana to look and make sure.
Quinn stands up on shaky legs and starts walking to her third home. The Pierce's home looked the same as always had, warm and homey. It was surprisingly empty as in no one was here at all. Quinn wanders around the home ending up outside of the former blonde cheerio's bedroom. She opens the door slowly breathing easier when she saw no one in there. Quinn walks to the mirror where Brittany had pictures of everyone she loved.
Quinn smiles through her tears as she picks up the first photo they ever took together in uniform. Then the group picture from the first sectionals Glee ever won. She moved on to their senior prom when Quinn surprised everyone by standing on her own for the first time after the accident. Santana's smile was so big and proud of her as she looked over, holding her so she wouldn't fall. Later on before the night was over they convinced her to pose for a picture with them. The last picture she picked up was from nationals after they won. The Unholy Trinity hugged each other center staged while Puck and Sam held the trophy high above their heads. The rest of the club's couples were captured in different embraces.
If she had known how it all was going to end two years later, she would have done things differently. She would have put more of an effort to spend time with Beth and Rachel in New York. She would have go off her ass and come to all the performances to support her former team mates. She wouldn't have made excuse after excuse to justify missing her best friend's graduation. Because she did that, she and Santana had a huge argument and she hasn't talk to her in almost a year.
Most of all she would have forgiven her family a lot sooner. She spent too much time resenting them for abandoning her but in the end she turned around and did the same thing.
Quinn sits on the bed sobbing over all her friends old and new who she can't find. Sobbing over the daughter she never got to know because she went crazy when Shelby tried to reach out to her. All the time she spent hating Puck for knocking her up in the first place.
Quinn cried for a long time, how much time she doesn't know for sure. She has to go home now and do something with her mother's body. She deserves more than to lay rioting in her bed. She deserves a proper burial, they all do. If it's the only thing she could do for her friends than that's what she'll do. She stands up feeling slightly dizzy with the sudden movement. When Quinn steadies herself she makes her way to the front door but for some unknown reason Quinn makes one final stop, to look down in the basement.
She walks down the steps cautiously; it's so dark down here. She tried flipping the switch but the light just flickered and died. Quinn stops when she hears a small whimper somewhere in the dark.
Quinn's voice shakes, "Who's there?" Her question was meet with silence. "Mr. Pierce? Mrs. Pierce? It's Quinn, please don't be afraid." Still no one answered her back, "Randy, is that you sweetie?"
Another small whimper, "Quinn?"
Quinn cries out, "Brittany! Oh my god stay where you are I'm coming to you."
Quinn rushes upstairs to the kitchen, turning every drawer inside out. Quinn yells triumphantly finding what she was looking for. Quinn runs back to the basement flipping the flashlight on. "Britts sweetie I'm coming."
She bumped into furniture as she made her way to her friend. Two feet away Brittany launches herself in Quinn's arms. The taller blonde sobs, "Their all gone Q. The doctor made me leave them there in the hospital but when I came back yesterday they were all gone."
Quinn tightens her hold on the taller blonde crying with her, "Shhh its okay I got you Britts."
Brittany pulls away, wiping her nose, "What are you doing here Quinn?"
Quinn rubs her face on her shoulder, "My Mom got sick so I had to come back and take care of her." Quinn looks away, "But I was too late she died this morning."
Brittany smiles, it was a shadow of her usual bright smile though, "No I meant here Q, what are you doing at my house?"
Quinn grabs her hand leading her upstairs, "I wanted to see if anyone I knew was alive Britts. I've been to every one of the Gleeks' houses and I couldn't find anyone."
Brittany follows the shorter blonde each step seemed to fill her with dread, "Are you sure it's safe Quinn? I heard some mean people outside, that's why I hid in the basement." Brittany frowns, "I don't know how long I was down there though."
Quinn tries to smile reassuringly at her but it looked forced even to the taller blonde, "I think I heard Karofsky and his buddies at my house earlier, but they went any before they could cause any damage. Don't worry B I'll protect you," I hope, she thinks. "And you protect me, okay?"
Brittany nods, "What are we going to do now? I can't get ahold of San, I tried and tried her phone but she doesn't answer."
Quinn fills a pang in her chest of the thought that she'd never see her Santana again, "When was the last time you heard from her? And I wouldn't worry about it, San's tough she'll be okay."
Brittany sits at her parents kitchen table drumming her fingers nervously, "Well I talked to her before I come back here, she didn't want me to come alone but when Mom told me Randy was sick I drove here as fast as I could. And then I talked her two days ago before the phones went all crazy, she said she was on her way."
Quinn sits across from her reaching for her hand, "Was she sick when you talked to her?"
Brittany shakes her head and the tightening in Quinn's chest loosens for the first time in weeks, "Well that's good she's probably okay then. I know when I drove here I couldn't take the usually route and it took me forever to get here."
Brittany's bright crystal eyes shined up at her hopefully, "You think?" Quinn sure she's going to hell for lying, "Okay, should we wait for her?"
Quinn leans forward, "I need to get to New York B but I can't leave you here by yourself. So come with me, please?"
"But what about Santana," the blonde sniffs.
Quinn knew the odds of Santana not being sick were slim, "Tell you what B; we'll wait her until Tuesday morning that gives her like a day and half to get here. But after that I need to go, I haven't been able to get a hold of Shelby and I need to know if my baby's okay."
Brittany swallows, "But how will she be able to find us if we're gone?"
Quinn runs a hand through her shaggy hair, "Uh, how about we leave a note here and her house? That way she's knows where we're going."
Brittany brightens a little, "Okay Quinnie, we'll do it that way. But what are you going to do until then?"
Quinn's eyes water again, "I need to bury my Mom and everyone else's parents B. I just can't leave them like that, you know? I can't let anyone else find them like that it's not right."
Brittany looks like she's about to throw up, "Do you, do I need to help you? Because I don't know if I can Q, it's too much."
Quinn pats her hand soothing her as best she could, "No you don't have to help, but I rather you come with me. I don't know who else is out there and how dangerous they are."
Brittany bites her lips worried, "Okay, but I seriously don't think I can help Quinnie. I'm sorry."
Quinn smiles, "It's okay Britts. Do you think we can stay here tonight though? I don't think I'll be able to stay in the same house my Mom died in."
Brittany smiles again looking almost like her old high school self, "Yeah that way Sanny can find us better."
"Did your Dad have any guns or knives Brittany?"
Brittany shakes her head, "No Daddy's like me and we hate violence, so no weapons."
Quinn groans, "That's not good we need more to protect ourselves." Quinn digs into her pocket for the knife, "I know you don't like Britts but we have to be careful, the world seems to have gone crazy."
Brittany pouts, "Fine I'll take it but it doesn't mean I'll use it."
Quinn grins halfheartedly, "I can live with that." She stands up, "Come on I have a lot of things to do, not that I want to but I need to."
Brittany follows her dolefully, "Where are you going to bury everyone? Do we like have go to the grave yard? I don't want to Q 'cuz those places totally scare me."
Quinn shakes her head wondering if all this was going to eventually kill the joy she always had, "I don't know yet B, I'm taking everything one step at a time here." She pauses at the door opening it a crack, the coast seemed clear so she gestured for Brittany to be quiet. Once they made it to the car Quinn half listened to Brittany's chatter.
She told her the truth she has no fucking clue want to do, now. Not only does she have to look after herself she has to watch after Brittany too. Quinn would never leave her alone though; she doesn't think that she would survive long if she did.
Not only does Quinn have to find a place to bury her Mom but she's determined to lay to rest the rest of the Gleeks' family. And she has to find supplies for the ride to New York mainly gas and such. There's hundreds of cars sitting there idle with more than 90% of the town dead or dying so she should be able to siphon the gas. Not to mention food and other supplies like medical, shit she's probably going to have break into a pharmacy or something.
Quinn pulls up to the funeral home not really believing she'll find anyone there but it doesn't hurt to try. She turns off the car turning to face her passenger, "Okay B here's the deal, you stay here and protect the car. No matter what don't let anyone but me in, I don't care who it is promise me."
Brittany frowns, "What if it's San or a kid or someone we know?"
Quinn groans why does she have to make this so difficult? "If it's San you can open the door, but no one else." Quinn takes a deep breath calming her nerves, "If someone does come and they scare you I want you to honk the horn. But if they try and break in I want you drive away and go back to your house."
Brittany shakes her head, "I can't just leave you here Quinn. What if they try to hurt you?"
Quinn gives her a crooked smile, "I'll be fine Britts don't worry I'll come back. I won't leave you alone I swear."
Still unsure the other blonde nods her consent. Quinn reaches over to squeeze her hand before getting out of the car, she waits until Brittany takes her spot. Quinn looks around before walking into the building. It's quiet eerily so, Quinn's always preferred that to noise but now she wishes there was some sign of life anywhere. She searched through every office and room she could find but just like she thought no one's here.
Quinn sighs she's not driving her mother in the back sit of her car to a fucking graveyard with Brittany in the car. That's just wrong on so many levels but burying in the backyard makes her feel slightly sick. But it seems that she doesn't have much of a choice. She's going to have to bury them all in their backyards at least this way she knows there laid to rest unlike with Frannie and her family. The roads were block on that side of the country and Quinn couldn't get there no matter how hard she tried.
Quinn leans against the wall; she feels so very tired and doesn't know how much more so can take. Beth's out there somewhere and she doesn't know where. Her Mom and all of her friends' families are gone. And now she has to watch over Brittany because the girl wouldn't be able to handle herself alone out there. She wishes that this all was a dream and that she'll wake up and everything will be normal again. God why can't I just wake up! she thinks.
Quinn straightens up pushing herself off the wall. She has to get back to Brittany hopefully the blonde listened and stayed and in the car.
Brittany had every intention of staying in the car but after ten minutes of waiting for Quinn to come back, she got a little bored. Brittany pouts; she's not dumb she knows something really bad happened and that a lot a lot people have died. It's not fair not little bit. She misses her Mommy and Daddy and her little sister. She wishes Santana would hurry up and get here. She and Quinn will protect her like they did in high school.
And she really doesn't what to go around burying all of her friends' families that just plain wrong. Quinn shouldn't have to do that either but she has a feeling that Quinn's only doing it because she doesn't want anyone else to find them that way.
Brittany sees movement from the corner of her eye. She stops breathing and becomes still. Brittany moves only her eyes to the car horn. Should she honk the horn and warn Quinn? The movement came closer and closer, Brittany sat still and her body shaking. She should have gone in with Quinn, now she's out here all alone and helpless.
Brittany's hand drifted toward the ignition but she doesn't want to leave Quinn here alone. She jumps and screams when the figure starts pounding on her window.
"Brittany? Is that you," a familiar voice questions. "Hey it's me Jacob or Jewfro remember me?"
Brittany squinted her eyes, okay she recognizes the little troll now. "Um go away Jewfro. I can't let you in."
Jewfro leans against the car groaning, "I don't feel good Brittany and I can't find anyone else to help."
Brittany bites her lips, "I don't know where everyone is but you need to go away."
"Please, can you take me to the hospital," Jewfro pleads.
"No, no I can't so you go walk or something," Brittany avoids his eyes.
The younger man groans pitifully, "Please Brittany I think I have what everyone else has." He put his right hand behind his back.
Brittany swallows she really shouldn't Quinn will be so mad if she opens the door. She shakes her head again, "No I'm sorry but I can't."
Jacob flushes in anger but before he could yell at the blonde a voice from his nightmares rang out, "What the fuck do you think you're doing freak show?"
He drops his hand to the side spinning around to see Quinn Fabray in all her former glory. He practically starts panting at the delicious sight, "Quinn! When did you come back? The last I heard you were living it up in Yale."
Quinn puts her hand in her pocket griping the gun there. She can't be sure but she thought she saw a gun in his waist, "It's none of your fucking concern, so get the fuck away from my damn car!"
Jacob shakes his head smirking, "There's no one there," he points to the building she just came out of. "I think the owner died three days ago."
She steps closer to the car but made sure she had enough distance between them, "Yes I could see that Jewfro thank you for that. I still like you to step away from my car," her smile reminds the disturb man more of a lion baring her teeth. "If I say please would it get you to move faster?"
Jacob grabs the gun he has stashed in the back of his pants, "I don't think so." He points the gun at Quinn, "Why don't you come over here slowly or I'll shoot the retard first?"
Quinn swallows, his gun is a lot bigger than hers, "Listen Jewfro put the gun down and leave." She creeps toward him slowly, "I don't want to hurt you but I will if you make me."
Jacob chuckles then yells shrilly, "I'm the one with the gun here bitch so you have to do what I say!" He moves closer completely forgetting about the other blonde.
Quinn glances over to Brittany wondering what she was going to do, "Actually I think you're in way over your head, so why don't you put the gun down before you hurt someone."
His hand starts trembling slightly, "Stop looking around there's no one here to help you. They're either dead or dying so just shut up! Stop moving!"
Quinn tilts her head, "I thought you said for me to come to you Jewfro."
"I meant stop going to the other side of the car," Jacob tries to growl but ended up sounded like a sick kitten. "And my names Jacob, you bitch! This isn't high school anymore, I'm the one with the power here not you."
Quinn scoffs her mind going a mile a minute, "Is that what this is all about? High school was a million years ago Jewfro, get over it already." She steps closer to the car, "I mean just because you were a big ass loser then, doesn't mean you still have to be one now."
His face turns red, "You bitch…"
Brittany opens the door as hard as she could knock him over. He cries out and his gun crashing onto the floor. Quinn didn't have time to be surprised as she ran toward the falling gun; she picks it up pointing it to the frustrated boy. Brittany kicks him out of the way with her foot so Quinn could get closer to the car.
"I'd leave and go back to that hole you crawled out of freak," Quinn sneers.
The sniveling little twerp glares at the girls one more time before running away. If it's the last thing he does he's going to get even with those bitches.
Brittany sighs relief flooding her body as she throws herself into Quinn's arms, "I did everything you said Quinnie. I stayed in the car."
Quinn lowers the gun, she never realized how heavy they were, "Its okay B you did good. I'm so proud of you." She moves her head back, "Let's get out of here Britts before the little freak comes back. I need to stop at the hard ware store before I uh before I go back to Mom's house."
Brittany nods and climbs over the driver seat to her side of the car, "Okay Q let's go."
Quinn looks over her shoulder once more before following after her blonde friend. Her hands tremble on the steering wheel as she drove to the hard ware store. She needs to grab a shovel and something to move her mother's body easier. Once more tears feel her eyes for the hundredth time since this whole thing began.
Quinn pulls up to the store eerily quiet as the rest of the town. Quinn looks over to Brittany, "Did you want to go in with me, or stay here?"
Brittany chews on her lower lip, "I think I'll go with you Q, you know just in case Jewfro comes back."
Quinn smiles at her, "Well get go before it gets too late. I want to finish before tonight."
They girls' had to break in the window of the store and made a bee line for the gardening tools. Quinn grabbed some shovels and a tarp. When she was satisfied that she got everything she needed, Quinn went to take a look at the camping gear. She wishes that she showed more interest in going with her father all those years ago.
Quinn looked around noticing that she lost her blonde friend, "Britts? B, where you at?"
"Over here Quinn," she hears Brittany call from her right. Quinn pushes the cart toward the voice; she stops abruptly when she sees what Brittany was staring at. "Who is it Quinn? I don't recognize her."
Laying there two feet away was a body, but she doesn't look like she died of natural causes. The red headed girl had cuts and bruises all over her face and she looked around their age or younger, maybe they went to school with her. Quinn looked closer and sees hand prints on her throat and her clothes were torn. She has to swallow the vomit coming up her throat, but she really needs to Brittany out of here. "I don't know Britt," she tugs the taller blonde away. "Let's get out of here; I want to be finished with everything before dark."
Brittany turns away reluctantly, still wondering who that girl was and if anyone was missing her. "Quinn, are we just going to leave her here? That's not right Q," Brittany pouts.
Quinn sighs a headache forming; they can't bury every dead body they come across. If they did then she'll never get to New York, "Tell you what B, since we don't know if anyone's looking for her we'll cover her up and come back later and if she's still here than I promise we'll give her a burial."
Brittany wasn't satisfied with that answer but realizes that's the best she's going to get out of Quinn for now. She nods looking away; the poor girl doesn't look like she went without a fight. Brittany's very glad that Quinn found her, who knows what could've happened to her. The usually bubbly blonde looks on with sad eye as Quinn covers her with a sheet she found.
Quinn rubs her arm smiling trying to reassure her but got a weak imitation of Brittany's former one. Yeah Brittany's going to lose that innocent joy she always had, thinks Quinn. They stop by a convenience store to get Brittany some snacks before they headed back to Quinn's house. She didn't want Brittany to have to help her bury her Mom but she knows that she's going to need some help.
"B?"
Brittany hears the nervousness in Quinn's voice, "Yeah Q." She munches happily on the gummy worms Quinn got for her.
"Um I know I wasn't going to ask for your help with, with that thing I have to do," she clears her throat, "but uh I need some help with the digging. I would never ask you to do the actually burial but…"
Brittany smile was the most serious she's ever seen, "I understand Quinn I'll help you with whatever I can."
Quinn smiles in thanks, after that they were quiet the rest of the way back to the house. They sit in the car for a while so Quinn could build up the courage to do what she needs to do. Quinn closes her eyes and takes a deep breath before opening her door and Brittany followed after her. They go to the backyard first to find the spot to bury her Mom. She settled on a spot by her garden Judy was always proud of it, she said it was her favorite place in the house or yard rather. The two blondes dug in silence there was nothing left to say, today marked a new beginning. A beginning that no one ever dreamed would happen.
"Okay Britts I think that's deep enough," Quinn says quietly. She rubs Brittany's arm, "You can go wait in my room until I get his done." She swallows over a lump in her throat, "After that we'll go to Tina's house and then everyone else."
Brittany's blue eyes shined brightly because of unshed tears, "What about my family Q? I can't just leave them there, that's just all sorts of wrong."
Quinn hugs her friend tightly letting her cry, "Its okay Britts, I promise will give them a proper burial, you don't have to worry about that."
Brittany hides her face in Quinn's neck, "Do you promise Q?"
Quinn strokes her hair gently, "Yeah Britt-Britt I promise that we'll let you say goodbye to your family properly. I'll be there every step of they like you're doing with me." She lifts up her head looking at her straight in the eyes, "Then tomorrow will wait for San and after that we'll go to New York and find out what happened to Shelby and Beth."
Brittany nods whipping her nose, "Okay Q, let's go get your Mom ready. Is there something you wanted to bury with her?"
Quinn tilts her head, she hadn't thought about it, maybe she can find some of her and Frannie's to put with her. "Yeah B, I have just the thing," she says softly.
Before Quinn went to her Mom's room she stopped into her childhood from and got her favorite stuffed lamb. She took it everywhere with her, this was her security blanket. He father gave one to each of his girls, so she went into Frannie's old room for the first time since she's came back.
She can hear her 5 year old self calling out, 'Frannie it weally scawy in my woom, can I seep with you?'
Frannie's tinkling laughter, 'Sure squirt, come on sissy will protect you.'
Lucy squealed jumping into bed with the bestest big sister in the world.
Quinn shakes away the memory and looks around and wanted to start crying again, she went to the bed where the girls built forts to protest them from storms or later when her father's temper got out of control. Six years ago when Frannie left her college their relationship changed, gone was her protector. But two and half years ago Frannie reached out to her when she had kids of her own, they worked through Quinn's hurt but she didn't make it easy.
Quinn made her jump through hoops, but now Quinn wishes she could take back all those harsh words and bitter feelings. It just wasn't worth all the time she lost to get to know her niece and nephew better. Quinn brings both lambs up to her chest struggling to keep the tears at bay, she cried enough today.
"Quinn are you okay?"
The shorter blonde spins around, whipping her eyes before she does, "Yeah I found what I want my Mom to be buried with." She holds up the stuffed lambs, "These were our favorite toys, I'm kind of surprised that she didn't take it with her."
Brittany touches the toys softly wondering the story behind the toys, but didn't feel it was her place to ask, "Come on Q, we have a lot of things to do before tonight and not a lot of time to do it." Quinn walks out without saying a word.

It took them little under four hours to bury all of their friends' family and then an hour to bring Brittany's home where they belong. It was hard but somehow they managed to do it. The morose pair walked into Brittany's family and collapsed on the couch, they felt dirty and disgusting and in need of a shower. Quinn didn't know how much longer the lights would stay on so she suggest a shower before they figured out dinner.
Quinn stood underneath the wonderfully hot water letting it run threw her sore muscles. Ever since college she didn't keep up with her old workout routine and now her body is thanking her for it not to mention her back is killing her. Ever since her accident her back and body hasn't been the same, so here she is in pain and a whimpering mess.
Brittany knocks on the door before coming in, "Hey Q, I brought you something to wear."
"Thanks B," Quinn shouts over the water.
Brittany sits on the toilet seat, not really wanting to be alone out there, "Do you really think San is coming? Or do you think I'm a complete idiot for believing she is?"
Quinn turns of the water and grabs a towel, she wraps it around her aching body before she steps out, "I think San is the toughest bitch we know. If there's one person out there that can kick this virus in the face and come out on top is Santana Lopez."
Brittany smiles sadly, she knew half was bullshit and the other half was the truth, "I think your right Quinnie, she didn't even sound sick when I talked to her four days ago."
Quinn takes another towel and dries her hair, "Damn straight, Santana will go all Lima Heights on this virus's ass." Brittany giggles sounding like her old self, Quinn smiles feeling normal if only for a minute, "Come on Britt-Britt lets figure out dinner."
The taller blonde followers dutifully, they were pretty quiet the rest of the evening. They decided to turn in after they ate it was a long emotionally exhausting day after all. They went to Brittany's room, the taller blonde tossed and turned restlessly even though she was tired she couldn't shut off her mind.
Quinn sighs, scooting over and spooned her it was awkward at first but Brittany finally relaxed into Quinn body.
"Q," she whispers.
"Yeah B?"
"Do you know why San was so mad about you not coming back for my graduation," she asks.
Quinn shrugs, "Because you're one of my best friends and I was an asshole. I should've come back not just for your graduation but for all of Glee performances."
Brittany pulls her arm tighter around her, "No it was because she wanted to tell you something important. She finally worked up the courage but you were a no show, so that made her mad. You know how she gets when she's mad 'cuz you're the same way."
Quinn frowns confused, "What was so important that she couldn't tell me over the phone?"
Brittany twists around to face her, "I dunno if I should tell you, she'll want to tell you herself. If," she lets her voice trail off.
"If she's okay," Quinn finishes for her. Brittany nods her head burrowing into her neck, "Tell you what Britts you can tell me while we're on the road if we don't meet up with her here. But I promise not to say anything to her when we do catch up. How does that sound?"
She was met with silence, "B? Did you hear me?" She was met with soft snoring. Quinn smiles resting her head next to hers, wondering what Santana wanted to tell her. Quinn closes her eyes still smiling, maybe Santana wanted to tell her she had feelings for her. She scoffs silently that's just wishful thinking, maybe she's not as grown up as she thought. A few days back in Lima and she's resorting back to her high school ways, wanting someone that doesn't want her.
It's Santana and Brittany, they fit together they always have. So she's not going go there again, she did it with Finn, Puck and Sam. She even had a small crush on Rachel for a while but Santana, she always had silly dreams that Santana would wake up one day and want her instead. But like she said it was just a dream.
She drifts off dreaming of caramel skin and soft brown eyes twinkling at her.

The next day the girls spent the morning gathering supplies for the trip. Quinn smiled at Brittany, the taller girl just seems to bounce back. Quinn hopes that Brittany can keep that even after the world's gone to hell now, but seeing Brittany act like her usual happy self gives her hope that it's not all that bad. Thirty minutes later Quinn looked around the store and didn't see her blonde friend anywhere.
A frown came over her pretty face, "Brittany? Baby B where you at?"
She was met with silence, "Come on Britt, this isn't funny where are you at?" She felt the dread starting to build, Quinn racked her brains trying to remember where she left her. "Fuck, the pet section!"
Quinn sighs and trots toward the back of the store, when she's slammed from behind. Quinn cries out holding her arms out to stop her fall. Terror creeps up her spine, she knows it's not Britt the girl would never do something like this. A heavy body sits on her back, Quinn struggles to push it off the body on top of her.
A chilling laughter echoes through the store, "I told you I'll be back, bitch."
"Motherfucking Jewfro! Let me go you asshole," Quinn shouts. She tries to swing her arm around to hit him.
Jewfro laughs leaning away from the flailing arms, "Nope, I promised myself that I'll get a taste of this ass since high school, but I'm sorry to say that one of us won't be leaving this store completely intact." He leans down, breathing his rank breath down her neck, "But if you're good to me, I might let you leave just a little sore."
Quinn chokes on bile there's no way in hell that's going to happen, "I swear to god Jewfro if you don't let me go…" Shit she didn't from any of the weapons with her because Brittany doesn't like them.
"Or what," she feels a cold blade on her neck. "Tell me, do you plan on stop me," he runs the steel on her neck. She hisses when he nicks her, "when I'm the one with the knife here?" He gets up a little to flip her around on her back, "But if you're a good girl then I won't hurt you." The man brings the knife down to cut through Quinn's shirt. Jacob's eyes grew wide and lustful when Quinn's bra cladded breast came into view.
"Wow, you're so much prettier in person Q. Did you know that I had cameras set up in the cheerios locker room?" He ran he's hands over her breast lightly.
Quinn struggled to keep calm, her mind trying to process the choices she had. She could just let him do whatever he wanted and he'll let her go. Or she could fight and try to get away, but he could kill her. Although he could be lying and he'll kill her anyways. Either way it didn't look good for her and then there's Brittany and Beth, she won't do either of good being dead or hurt.
She closes her eyes as she turns her head away feeling Jewfro's disgusting breath on her neck. She feels him squeeze her breast painfully, that settled it for her. There's no way in hell she's going to lay here and let this happen to her. She opens her eyes and sees the wooden handle of a mop or a broom.
Jacob smirks thinking that the hot blonde ex cheerio is going to succumb to him. But he has no plans on letting her leave here alive and he's done with Quinn he plans on looking up Brittany. And after he leaves this town maybe he'll get lucky enough to find Rachel and that bitch Santana. This will make all his high school fantasies come true.
"Don't worry Q, I'll make sure you like it too," he kissing her collar bone. "I'll make it good."
Quinn gags feeling the handle just within her finger tips, she stretches her arm. She feels a rush of triumph as she grasps the handle and swings it as hard as she could on the back of his head. A loud crack echoes through the empty store and Jewfro's cry of pain as he rolls of Quinn. Once she was free Quinn scrambles to get away the broken handle still in her hand. Her heart thumping painfully fast in her chest and her breath comes out in short gasps.
Jewfro moves to his knees holding on to his bleeding heading. He stares at her in disbelief, "Oh you bitch! I was just going to kill you fast and painless, like that other red headed cheerio bitch! Oh but now I'm going make it hurt," with a loud cry he jumps at her his knife held high above his head.
Quinn screams bringing her broken handle up in front of her, a semi loud pop echoes when the jagged edge of the handle enters Jewfro's chest. His knife clatters to the floor, as he stares at her surprised staggering to his feet. Quinn watches with her jaw to the floor, when Jewfro pulls at the handle trying to get it out of him. He drops to one knee while his blood pools on the floor.
Jewfro makes a weird gurgling sound before he tips over on his side. Quinn's breath comes out in short harsh pants as she watches his eyes become glassy. She knows that look, she's seen that look on her Mom's face. She killed him.
"Oh god," she turns her head and vomits all over herself and the floor.
"Quinn! Oh my god," she hears Brittany's voices from a distance. She continues to stare at the lifeless body in front of her. A hand brings up her head and she stares into worried blue eyes, "Q? Snap out of it honey, come on we need to go."
She feels drugged and her limbs heavy, "What?"
Brittany tries to pull her up, "Come on Quinn we need to go!" Quinn realizes she sounds desperate, "Please Q, we need to go."
Quinn allows herself to be pulled up to her feet. Brittany pushes her in the direction of the exit, "Go to the car Quinn and I'll get the rest of the stuff, just go wait in the car."
Quinn obeys but she still feels detached, Quinn staggers into shelves knocking the items to the floor. Quinn grabs the empty metal shelf to help regain her balance, leaving a bloody hand print. Once she was outside Quinn falls to her knees dry heaving.
The usually clueless blonde knew enough that she needs to get Quinn away from here. She doesn't know what happened but she knows that Jewfro probably attacked Quinn. Brittany locates Quinn's basket of supplies, and takes both of their baskets to the car. Outside the door Brittany sees Quinn kneeling on the ground sobs racking her slender frame. Brittany bites her lower lips not sure how she can help her friend.
So Brittany does the best thing she could think of, bending over she picks up the lighter girl in her arms carrying to her to the car. She places the girl down gently in the back seat, "I'll be right back Q." She kisses her temple softly. Once she put everything in the trunk Brittany runs around to the driver's seat. "Quinn this is a stupid question, but are you okay?"
Quinn does this weird little croaking laugh, "No B I'm not okay." She gasps, "I just killed someone, so please stop asking stupid questions."
Brittany ducks her head and meekly, "I'm sorry Quinn." She starts the car and points it to her home.
Quinn pinches the bridge of her nose, "No I'm sorry, I didn't mean to snap at you Britt. I just, I just don't think , didn't think I would have to do anything like that." She sobs, "He was going to kill me. But first he was going to rape me, I had no other choice." She turns around imploring, "You believe me right? That I had no choice?"
Brittany takes her hand off the steering wheel and squeezes Quinn's, "Of course I do Quinnie, I was there with you yesterday. I saw him go all crazy."
Quinn squeezing her hand back, "We need to go back to the hard ware store, Britt. That, that poor girl he killed her too." She closes her eyes feeling sick again, "We can't leave her there like that."
"Of course Quinn," Brittany nods as she did a U-turn back the store.
"Do you know who she was Britts?" The girls stand in front of the open grave the just placed the girl in, "Jacob," she spits his name out, "said she was a cheerio too but I can't remember who she is."
Brittany shakes her head, "She looks a little familiar, maybe she was a baby cheerio?"
Quinn shrugs feeling incredibly sad that there was no one left to grieve for this girl, "I don't know let's finish burying her Brittany, I need to take a hot bath."
The blondes' work silently filling the grave with dirt, in all her years of being a devout Christian Quinn recited psalms 23 from memory.
The girls slept very little that night mainly because Quinn tossed and turned having nightmares of Jacob finding her to finish the job. She woke up several times screaming but each time Brittany held and rocked her until the sobs subsided.
The next day the Quinn stood at her car waiting for Brittany to say goodbye to her childhood home. Quinn said all her goodbyes when she buried her mother but she waited patiently until her friend was done. A sad Brittany turned to her trying to smile bravely, "Let's go Quinn. You left the note for San, right? Some place she can find it?"
"Yes I left one on your bed and in my house just in case she went there first," Quinn replies.
"Okay let's go find Beth," Brittany says.
They point their car toward New York on the way they see a sign that says 'Now Leaving Lima, OH Please Back Soon'.

A/N: Guest Appearances:

Ashley Davies, mentions of Spencer and Paula Carlin, Kyla Woods and Aiden Dennison- South Of Nowhere

Tanya and Kate Denali, Mike Newton- Twilight
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