Quinn stared blankly down at her lap, unable to take any more carnage than she had already seen. People lying on the ground, being eaten by others, bloody kids chasing their parents, neighbors fighting for their lives. One had even been able to turn towards their truck when they passed by and screamed for help, just before he was grabbed by one of those things and bitten.

Lima may have been a small town, but it was still a town with people. It was like WW III out here. Quinn didn't really want to think about how the bigger cities were faring off. It all probably looked worse than this.

Finn slowed down, turning onto the school's parking lot. It was only then that Quinn raised her head, noticing the three other cars in the parking lot. 'Empty, so there's a couple of people inside. Let's just hope they're not infected.' She glanced at the school's entrance.

"Looks like we're not the first ones here." Finn mumbled as he pulled up to the entrance of the school. They grabbed their bats and walked out, eyeing the empty lot as they neared Santana's car.

Brittany and Santana were leaning against the side, the brunette gripping a handgun tightly. The two flinched when Finn slammed his door shut and turned to them, the gun raised slightly. Santana relaxed when she saw that it was the two of them but her eyes still narrowed.

"What's going on, Q?" she shook her gun for emphasis.

"That's what I'd like to know. Finn's radio doesn't get any reception and we haven't turned on a TV." Quinn informed, resting a hand on a quiet Brittany's arm. She squeezed reassuringly, pulling a small smile from her fellow blonde.

"Then, why are we here? We need a safe place to stay until we find out what's going on." Santana stressed as she looked around.

Quinn nodded. "Exactly. It's Friday evening, nobody would be at school. I thought we could stay the night in the gym. Clearly, I didn't foresee teachers staying after hours…" She turned towards the three parked cars in the teacher's lot.

"Hopefully they're grading tests, not roaming around like some creeps." The brunette scoffed softly.

Brittany hummed. "Creeps…that's what they are." Quinn, Santana and Finn looked at her then each other and shrugged. Santana wrapped an arm around the taller blonde's shoulder and murmured her agreement.

Finn pulled out his phone when it vibrated for the tenth time that evening. "Rachel, Kurt and Puck are on their way. Tina and Mike got Artie and are helping him into his car right now. No news from Matt, Coach or Mr. Schue."

"And Mercedes?"

Finn rubbed his arm, "She was the first one to text us. She's heading with her family to Fort Shawnee. They're gonna stay there with the rest of their church."

Santana nodded and turned to Quinn. "Russell had a gun. Why didn't you grab it?"

Quinn glared at her, "I moved in with Finn last night after he kicked me out." Santana raised her eyebrows in surprise but whatever she was gonna say next was cut off by an SUV heading towards them. It stopped behind Finn's truck. Kurt and his dad jumped out, Burt holding a shotgun loosely in his hands.

"Please tell me everyone's here," Kurt pleaded when he reached them.

"On their way." Finn answered, never taking his eyes off his phone as he texted away.

Burt nodded, pleased. "Quick thinking on both of your parts. Am I the only adult here?"

"Mr. Schue and Coach won't answer. There might be teachers inside but we're not sure if they're…Creeps or not." Quinn informed as she grabbed one of Brittany's hand.

"Creeps….fitting." Kurt mumbled as he leaned against his dad.

Ten minutes later, Tina and Mike had arrived with Matt and Artie. Matt apologized for dropping his phone after being attacked. Mike had saved him just in time with a sword he had in his room. Rachel was the last one to arrive, with Puck and one of her dads, Leroy, who happened to be a doctor.

"That's a skill we'll definitely need around here." Kurt had said.

Leroy smiled sadly. "In case of emergencies, I'm supposed to head to the ER to help my fellow doctors. Hospitals are usually the firsts to go, though, so I thought I'd stay to keep my baby girl safe." Rachel's lips had twitched at this but Santana had clenched her fists tightly.

Finn grabbed Quinn's arm gently, leading her away from the group slightly. "It's almost six, it's already getting dark. We can't wait out here anymore." Quinn huffed but nodded. They walked up to the group, and Quinn stood in the middle of the circle they had formed.

"We can't wait out here anymore, the sun is setting. I have the keys to the football field. We'll leave our cars there and head into the school from the locker rooms. We'll stay in the Gym tonight. We'll make a plan of action once we're inside. Everyone clear?" Everyone nodded, "Good. Once we reach the football field, could you cover me while I open and close the entrance gates, Burt?"

Burt nodded, and the group broke up to their cars. They drove around the school to the back, Finn dropping Quinn and Burt at the gates. The quarterback paused then dug into one of the bags in the front to pull out a walkie-talkie and hand it to the blonde. Quinn quickly unlocked the gates and pushed them open after a quick glance inside the field. Burt covered her back, eyeing the space behind the cars. The cheerleader quickly waved everyone in, taking the lookout on the inside with her bat.

Once Kurt's SUV was inside and waiting by for them, Quinn waved Burt in and pushed the gate closed, wrapping the chain around both gates and locking them. The two climbed into the SUV, and Kurt drove over to the other end of the field, where the other cars had formed a sort of barrier around the entrance to the locker rooms at Puck's suggestion.

"Santana, Mike, Burt," Quinn waved them over. "There's people inside, so we're gonna check everything out, as a precaution at least." She explained when they reached her. At Santana's hesitant face, she glared. "Brittany will be fine. We're being covered by the stadium seats, and the gates are locked. People would have to double around the school to see us, and even then the cafeteria blocks some of the entrance." Santana scowled but nodded her agreement. "I'm only taking you because you're the only other person with a gun here, and I feel better leaving Burt here with the rest of the group."

Santana held out her gun for Quinn. "Take it, then."

"I don't know how to shoot, Santana." Quinn hissed then grabbed the cheerleader's shirt to pull her closer. "You're the only one I completely trust with having my back." Santana stared up at her captain then nodded, shoving the blonde away to fix her shirt.

Quinn turned to Mike and eyed his sword. "How good are you with it?"

"Been practicing my whole life," was the quiet response.

The blonde nodded in satisfaction before turning to Burt. "I'm leaving you here to watch everyone. Try to have everyone stay behind the cars. If a Creep walks by those gates, it might spot you. Stay here at all times and talk in hushed tones. We'll give you the all clear so you can start moving things in. Finn will have a walkie-talkie with him at all times. If there's something you need or an emergency, just tell him. He'll contact me. Don't come inside, no matter what you may hear, unless we give the all clear."

Burt nodded then narrowed his eyes at her jersey. "You must've been one hell of a leader if you're keeping up with all of this."

"You have no idea," Santana murmured grudgingly under her breath.

"It was drilled into me," Quinn smiled slightly at the thought of Sue. Burt nodded once again then turned to address the group quietly. Quinn turned to unlock the door, Mike on her left side and Santana on her right. She unlocked them, then pushed them open to step inside, quickly shutting them as soon as the three were inside.

The locker room was empty, the silence surrounding the room eerie. The three looked around on high alert. Mike stepped forward and raised his fist against a row of lockers. "We should knock on something to make noise. It might attract the attention of anyone who might be here."

The two cheerleaders shared a look then nodded towards Mike. The boy took a deep breath then knocked loudly against a locker. The sound echoed around the entire room. They waited with bated breath for a few seconds but nothing made an appearance. Quinn sighed in relief. "Alright. Santana, check the rest of the rows of lockers. Mike, go check the exercise room and I'll check the showers."

Highway to Hell

"Will you two be quiet? Those things might hear us." Sue hissed at Will and Emma, who were huddled in a corner of the choir room talking.

William glared slightly. "The doors are locked and reinforced with desks. They won't be able to get in here."

"Lower your voice!" Sue whispered harshly, eyeing the door closest to her. "There are six of those things out there. If all of them push against the door, it'll give just as easily as your hormones do when you're around Bambi here!"

Emma frowned slightly but William stood up quickly. "Damnit, Sue, you just can't cease the insults-!"

A loud bang in the hallway silenced him. The three adults held their breath when they heard shuffling outside the room, quickly followed by two other loud bangs – which sounded a lot like gun shots – and two slams on lockers. Another slam followed closely before the hallway was enveloped in silence.

Sue moved closer to the door after hearing some rustling and hushed tones.

"Damnit, why'd you use the gun? If there are any more of those things, they definitely heard it."

"There were six of them, and a gun is all I have. They probably would've overpowered us if I hadn't."

"No, they-"

"Let's just get this crap over with." With that said, a series of loud banging against the lockers started. The adults all jumped at the sudden noise. The second voice started screaming along with the banging, "Yo, Creeps! Delicious, warm meat right here waiting for you! C'mon, it's a buffet served in a silver platter!"

"Stop it!" The first voice hissed, and the noise halted.

A few moments passed in total, tense silence. Rustling started back up after a pause, moving on towards both ends of the hallway.

"Clear!"

"Clear!"

"Alright, let's start with the choir room." Sue cursed under her breath and stepped away from the door, grabbing the broomstick she had grabbed earlier when she came to find the two huddled idiots. The doorknob rattled quickly and the door pushed but it didn't give.

"It's locked," a third, quiet voice informed. A huff then a clicking sound was heard before all movement stopped.

Outside in the hallway, Quinn grabbed the doorknob tightly and leaned against the wall, ready to open the door after Santana had picked the lock. The blonde turned to her two companions and held up three fingers. They nodded back at her, and she began to countdown quietly as the two prepared to barge in.

Quinn took a deep breath and pushed the door open, letting the two athletes' barge in first. She took a quick look around then followed in with her fellow students. Only to stop in her tracks at the sight of her Coach, Spanish teacher and Counselor.

They all eyed each other in surprise, definitely not expecting to run into each other like that. The kids not expecting to see the three adults closest to them in the school all hiding in the music room while the adults were surprised to see the kids with bloodied weapons and shoes.

Santana took one look at Sue's weapon and snorted with laughter, breaking the silence in the room.

Quinn rolled her eyes and walked forward. "Any of you bitten or scratched by one of those things?"

"Do you really think I'd' stay here with these two bobbleheads if they were bitten?" Sue scowled, glaring at the blonde. Quinn shrugged carelessly. "What're you three doing here, anyway?"

Mike decided to answer, as Quinn went to check on William and Emma while Santana went to go keep watch outside. "We're staying the night in the gym-"

William eyed Quinn slightly, "Are you three the only ones here?"

"No, the rest of Glee club's here." Mike informed, smiling slightly when the man sighed in relief. "Everyone else is out in the football field-"

"They're outside?! Why didn't they come inside like you?!"

"We're clearing the school-"

"That's very irresponsible of you three to leave them out like that!"

"Kurt's dad is-"

"Creep!" Santana hissed quietly from the doorway while Mike sighed in frustration at not getting to finish a sentence.

Quinn quickly walked over to the door and peeked around the frame, eyeing the single Creep staggering down the hallway aimlessly. "Cover me," she whispered to the brunette, receiving a nod in reply. The blonde flicked the right wrist as she stepped out into the hallway. She passed her bat from her left hand to her right, and whistled sharply. The Creep turned around to look at her then began to stumble towards her.

Quinn raised her bat over her shoulder slightly, ready to swing. As soon as the Creep was inches away from her, the cheerleader swung the bat, hitting him upside the head. The side of the skull bent inwards from the impact and the Creep fell down to the floor. The blonde raised her bat over her head and brought it down on the head below her. It burst open and bloodied her left side of the face and top of her letterman.

"Ugh," Quinn reached up to wipe the rotten blood off her face, only succeeding in spreading it even more. She straightened up and turned to walk into the room again.

Santana covered her nose with her sleeve when she passed by her. "Gross, Fabray."

"Next time, we have Mike deal the second blow, like we did earlier." Quinn grimaced as she stopped in the middle of the room. Mike grinned sheepishly at her while the three adults watched her in disgust. "Alright, we need to clear the rest of the school and lock all entrances. You could stay here and wait until we come back or come with us. Your choice."

Sue walked to the door. "I'm not staying in this depressing room any longer than I have to." Quinn rolled her eyes at the expected reply before turning to William and Emma. The redhead twitched slightly at the mess the blonde is in before standing on shaky legs and silently following Sue.

"Thank you," Will muttered softly as he passed Quinn towards the door. The blonde sighed tiredly before turning on her heel to march out. She pulled the walkie-talkie out of her back pocket and brought it up to her mouth. "Found Coach, Schue and Pillsbury. No movement outside?"

Finn's voice came over some static, "No. Everything's quiet. Any other news?"

"We're done with the back of the school. We've encountered only seven Creeps. We'll move onto the front and then we're done. I'll give you the all clear soon."

"Alright, careful."

"You, too."

Highway to Hell

Half an hour later found the group of six walking out of the locker rooms, Santana and Quinn covered in black blood and other bits. They had encountered three more Creeps at the front doors of the school. Mike had automatically taken a step back to protect Emma, Sue and Will, while Santana and Quinn had disposed of them. The Latina had found a shovel in a janitor's closet and decided that it was a better alternative than running out of bullets.

Quinn had taken one out by the time Santana got to beating the dead out of the second one. She got splayed with blood and bits from the first hit, the second only making everything worse. Santana had retched as soon as the Creep was permanently dead, leaving Quinn to deal with the last one.

The blonde had almost lost her stomach to the sound of her friend heaving and getting covered in even more guck. "Damn, San," she stressed breathlessly, trying not to breathe in the stink all the gooey blood left behind.

Santana finally straightened up and leaned against a row of lockers. "Fuck, I need a shower." She started walking down the hallway, the others reluctant to follow her but knowing they needed to finish the job.

Now walking out into the football field, Santana was tackled to the ground as soon as she stepped out by a trembling Brittany. "Britt, I was worried about you, too, but I'm all covered in Creep goo."

"I don't care," Brittany mumbled into her hair. Santana sighed but relaxed now that she had the blonde in her arms.

Everyone else was staring at the two bloody cheerleaders – now including Brittany's face – in surprise and disgust. Quinn leaned against Finn's truck and waved her hand towards the locker rooms. "It's clear and locked down. Everyone can go ahead and move their things into the locker rooms. We'll all shower and get ready to sleep then move to the gym."

Finn moved to place a hand on Quinn's shoulder but grimaced and instead ran it through his hair. "Just ten Creeps?"

"Yeah, that was all. Let's wait until everyone goes inside then lock the doors."

"Uh, I think you and Santana should go shower first."

"I gotta help you with all the camping-"

"Puck and Matt can help. Just get your stuff and go shower. You stink," Finn finished with a mocking grin, laughing when the blonde glared and hit him on the shoulder.

Quinn reached into the bed of the truck to grab her bags. "Fine, but be on the lookout."

The quarterback mock saluted, "Yes, Cap'n." The blonde sent him another glare then disappeared behind the double doors. Puck chose this moment to walk over, clapping Finn on the shoulder. "Hey, man. Mind giving me a hand?" Finn gestured to the bags in his truck. Puck nodded and began helping him.

"You and Quinn seem pretty tight. I thought you broke up," Puck started, hefting bags onto his shoulders.

Finn paused slightly and looked over to his best friend. "We did. She was staying at my house for the time, though. Why do you ask?"

Puck shrugged, "I'm just saying." He eyes everyone else before turning back to Finn sharply. "Listen, man, we've seen the movies and played the video games. We're all helping each other out right now 'cause there's no alternative but once we're safe inside, that's when the real rally beings. They're gonna start demanding things, and someone has got to take over."

The bad boy looked around again, "And while Mr. Schue might be a pretty okay guy at teaching music, he's no leader. Sue scares the crap out of me, and Rachel doesn't exactly have the backbone to lead us – not to mention she's been practically catatonic this entire time. Quinn's been doing a decent job so far, and I'm sure the HBIC's reign isn't over."

"So, Quinn's the leader. It's what's been going on so far, like you said."

Puck sneered, "Yeah, while we're out in the open, we'll be willing to put our lives in the hands of anyone that might have a level head. But the original Glee members? They don't trust Quinn. They hate her. But you," He pressed closer, poking Finn's chest. "They look up to you, Hudson. You're their male lead. So, while Quinn might be the brain and balls behind all of this, they're only following her 'cause you are. You're gonna have to make it very clear around here that both you and Quinn are in charge."

Finn frowned and looked around. Almost everyone was inside at this point. It was just himself, Puck and Mike, though he was pretty sure Mike was just being the lookout for them.

"What about you? Why don't you be the leader?"

Puckerman shook his head, "And have everyone's lives in my hands and shoulders? I don't think I could live with myself if something were to happen to someone while under my care."

Finn nodded in understanding. "I'll bring the issue up with Quinn. Now, let's go inside." Puck nodded and together they dragged all the bags into the locker rooms, a nod towards Mike had him closing and locking the double doors behind themselves.

Mike spoke up. "Quinn said that boys stay in this locker room and girls go to the other one."

Puck scoffed, "She's no fun." Finn smirked and clapped his best friend on the shoulder, moving on to go shower.

Highway to Hell

After everyone was showered, they had all moved to the gym. Protein and snack bars had been passed around by this time, along with bottles of water. Quinn sat at the bleachers with Sue, watching as the rest of the group conversed quietly in the locked gym. The four camping gears that Finn and Quinn had brought – along with three from the Berrys and one from Tina – had served everyone well. Those who didn't have a sleeping bag were sleeping on the exercise mats they had brought in from the weight room.

Matt and Sue had gone to the electrical room to kill all the light the school automatically turns on at night. The only lit room was the gym, and even then, only one fourths of the lights were turned on.

"Hudson and Puckerman are right, Q." Sue started with a frown. Quinn and Sue had been discussing strategies when Finn had walked over earlier and talked to Quinn about the issue Puck had brought up to him.

The blonde cheerleader sighed tiredly. "I know. We have to make it clear to them that everyone has a different role to play, and that every role is beneficial to our survival. Let's just get this over with. I'm tired." With another sigh, both blondes stood up and walked over to the group in the middle of the gym.

Quinn sat down in between Santana and Rachel, where a small mat occupied her space. She had given Brittany and Santana her sleeping bag, knowing both needed it to stay close right now. Whatever happened to the two before they met up at the school had been awful, she could just tell. From the somber looks and quiet compositions, Rachel, Leroy and Puck had gone through horrible things as well (she got the assumption that Leroy was a quiet man, though).

Quinn took a deep breath and called for their attention softly. All chatter died instantly as everyone turned their attention to her. "I know we're all tired, and just want to go to sleep, but we need a game plan for tomorrow." When she received nothing but hums of agreements, she continued. "First of all, we need to assign roles. We need people to take care of certain things, like how much of what we have in stock, medics, lookouts, etc."

She took a look around then turned to Kurt, "You're good with fashion and things like that, right?"

Kurt looked shocked, "I- uh, yeah. I am."

"Good. You're inventory, along with Ms. Pillsbury and Mr. Schue. Leroy, you-"

William straightened up, "Wait, Quinn. Shouldn't we all just think about this? I mean, you've done a great job up 'till now but shouldn't we leave the planning and strategizing to the adults? I mean, you're just kids."

Quinn raised her eyebrows. "I'm sorry, Mr. Schue, but I've been thinking about the next few steps since I got into the shower. What were you doing this entire time? We don't have an established leader, yet, so anyone could come up and take charge at any time. No one did, so the role falls onto me."

"Well, you've done an amazing job so far but I'm sure us adults can take it from here," William nodded curtly.

Sue scoffed, "I'm not letting you take charge. You and your perm – which, I'll admit, disgust me more than those Creeps out there do, and that's definitely saying something, as Lopez and Fabray's earlier display of gore grossed me out enough to start the process of menopause early – better step down, Q and Hudson are in charge here." A few groans of disgust were heard, most specifically Kurt's.

William glared at her then frowned at Finn and Quinn. "I'm aware both of you were leaders in your respective sports, however I'd feel more comfortable if an adult was in charge."

Finn shrugged, "Fine. Then Burt is co-captain with us. How's that, Burt?"

The mechanic nodded curtly. "Whatever keeps you all safe." William deflated and sagged against his mat.

Quinn smiled and looked around at everyone else. "Anyone against that? No? Okay, as I was saying. Kurt, Mrs. Pillsbury and Mr. Schue are in charge of inventory. Leroy, you're our only professional doctor. You are the most protected individual in this group from now on. You're the most important person here. Everyone got that? We protect Leroy at all costs."

The doctor seemed ready to argue but Quinn's gaze cut towards him sharply. "If something were to happen to any of us – let's say a sprained ankle, broken finger, deep cut – you're the only one who could patch us up. Nothing can happen to you. Everyone understand?" They all nodded, some rather hesitantly, but that was enough for Quinn.

The blonde turned to Rachel and bit her lip. "Rachel, do you think you can help your father out, be our second medic?" Quinn asked rather shyly, compared to how she was addressing the group as a whole.

Rachel blinked in surprise then smiled slightly. "Daddy's shown me a couple of things. I can help."

Quinn grinned, "Great." Rachel only stared at her in astonishment. The blonde turned to Brittany, who was snuggled up into Santana's side. "Britt, I know you learned a few things from….San's dad so, you think you could help Rachel and Leroy?" Brittany nodded and smiled at her. "Nice. This means you three are the medics. They're to be protected at all times, no matter what. Artie and Tina, you two are the smartest here. You think you can somehow hack into one of the radios we have and listen to broadcasts and the like?" She received two shy nods.

"Everyone's gonna learn how to defend themselves at some point. Until then, Santana, Mike, Matt, Puck and Coach will be our aggressors and defense. Finn, Burt and I will help in all of what we can." She waited a few moments for everyone to take in their tasks before continuing.

"We're staying here for the meantime, but it won't be our permanent home. Despite it all being locked down, we're actually not as safe as we think we are. It would only take from a couple of Creeps to crash into the glass walls in the front for them to get in here. That's why we're all back here."

Artie spoke up for the first time, "So, what're we gonna do?"

"We'll stay here for two days. What's the first thing that went through your minds when all this happened?"

"Holy shit," Puck answered immediately, earning a couple of chuckles and smiles.

Quinn grinned, "Okay, second thing that went through your minds."

"We-we gotta get out of here." Tina answered, Brittany and Artie nodding along.

"Exactly. The first thing people think when the shit hits the fan is that they gotta get out of Lima. Everyone who might've survived are probably on their way out right now, or have already left. That's not a lot of time for looting. So, first thing tomorrow, we're going out to get whatever we need. Inventory, there are some papers and pencils in that backpack, pass it around to everyone so they can write whatever they're missing. Walmart is eight minutes south from here. We can get our supplies, in and out quick. People are most probably reeling in from what's happening, or it hasn't reached a major, more colossal outbreak."

"We need weapons," Santana informed as she reached into her back pocket and pulled out a set of keys. "Ma' was a police officer. She called me before Q texted me and told me to grab these off the key bowl. Said they were to the Lima Police Department Office." Her monotone voice confirmed what had happened to the Latina's mother.

Santana passed the keys to Quinn, who gripped them tightly. Puck stated grinning, "This means we have guns."

"Yes, but how are you gonna carry everything you're gonna be bringing in and running around with? The only cars that could be used to carry all of that is Kurt, Finn and Puck's. Everyone else's are small and tiny." Burt interrupted, glancing at Quinn and Finn.

Quinn furrowed her brow. "What do you suggest, then?"

Burt leaned forward, "There's a car dealer ten minutes from here, up north through West Cove Street. It has everything you need, and the keys to the cars are in the back room."

Finn and Quinn looked at each other then at Burt. "Okay. So, first thing tomorrow. Tina, Brittany, do you think you could cook breakfast tomorrow?" At their nods, she continued. "Good. We'll wake you at five sharp. Kurt, Will, Emma, we'll wake you up then, too, so that you can start on inventory and be ready for the rest when we come back. Rachel, Leroy, you stay here and help with whatever they need. Sue and Burt will stay here and act as lookouts. The rest of us are going out. First the dealer – we'll take a car each – then the LPD office and finally Walmart. Everything is within ten minutes from here. We won't be long unless we get held up. We'll leave at six am sharp, so use your time wisely."

Quinn paused, eyes landing on her lap as she tried to think of anything else they might need. Rachel, however, saw how tired she looked and spoke up softly, "We could go over the rest of the details tomorrow…? We all need to rest."

Finn nodded, though Quinn looked ready to protest – and fall dead on her feet from tiredness. "That's a good idea. We need to keep watch, though. Who will stay up with me? We'll switch every three hours." Finn looked around, smiling when Matt raised his hand. "Cool. Now, go on. To sleep. Especially you, Quinn, you didn't sleep that much last night." Finn had leaned over to whisper it to her and ruffle her hair slightly.

Quinn sighed but nodded, falling back on her mat and stretching out. She closed her eyes, only to feel something soft but heavy collide with her face.

She quickly sat up in alarm and looked down at her lap, where the warm quilt that had hit her face had fallen. Quinn looked at Santana when she heard Brittany giggle.

Santana smirked at her slightly, "It was my dad's. Better take care of that." Santana turned to her side, her back to the blonde leader, and snuggled into Brittany.

The taller blonde smiled and mouthed a "Thank you" as she indicated to the sleeping bag they were sharing. Quinn smiled and nodded before lying back down, now with a warm quilt wrapped around her. She heard some people shifting and the rustling of material before silence stretched out. The only sound that penetrated the air was the soft breathing, some quiet sobs – she was pretty sure that was Brittany and Tina – and whimpers – Rachel and Santana – and hushed murmuring from Kurt and Burt.

Matt and Finn's gentle footfalls slowly lulled Quinn to an uneasy sleep shortly before a warm, trembling hand grasped her cold one.

A/N: Hi! Wow, fastest update I've ever done. Like, ever, seriously. Anyway, I'm so glad some of you are enjoying this story. I'm enjoying writing it. :D I actually looked up in Google Maps Lima, Ohio to get an idea of locations and all that. Not using any actual addresses or whatever. I just wanted an idea of the setting. Anyhow, thank you so much for the reviews and for enjoying the story!

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