Here is the final chapter! I'm so sorry for the long wait. I know this chapter took a ridiculous amount of time to post and I do apologize. I knew this would be the final chapter and that made it really hard to sit down and right. Plus I had to pack to head back to "University" or just college here in the States.

Thank you so much for everyone who has stuck through this story and reviewed, favorite, alerted, and everyone who has taken the time just to read this

P.S. Please, if you think about it, let me know how y'all like the ending bc I'm curious to hear what you think.

"Help!" Sam screams out into the dead of night as he runs toward the sturdy fence surrounding Jamestown. "Somebody, help," he pleads, nearly tripping over his feet in his haste. "Help! Help!" he continues to scream, his voice cracking; his blonde hair matted down by the sweat he worked up while running.

A wide-eyed Quinn, followed closely by a tired looking Mike peeks over the top of the fence to see Sam running towards the entrance. "Easy, lad," Quinn calls out to the obviously distressed man. Jumping down from her post overlooking the top of the fence, Quinn makes her way over to Sam. The poor boy is bent over, hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath. "What is it?" she asks in a calm voice as she soothingly rubs circles on his back.

Finding his breath, Sam stands up straight and looks at Quinn with desperation and panic in his eyes. "It's Pierce…" he whispers, now surrounded by Quinn, Mike and Finn. "They got her," he croaks out before he hangs his in shame.

The three friends look to each other but none of them seem to be able to make sense of what Sam has just said. "Who got her?" Finn hesitantly asks.

"The savages," Sam all but screams. Finn, Quinn, and Mike all take a step away from the blonde boy and Quinn gasps out in horror. Mike's jaw drops and he clutches at his stomach as though he is about to be sick. Finn is silent, stoic, as he processes the information that one of his best friends has been kidnapped by these beasts.

A small crowd of Englishmen, awoken by Sam's cries, are starting to gather around the four young adults and a hushed whisper of "savages" can be heard.

Nodding his head furiously, Sam looks to the crowd and tries to elaborate. "They captured her, dragged her off as if she were some animal!"

Finn takes a step closer to Sam and the two are now so close they can feel the others breathe against their face. Finn grabs at Sam's shirt and lifts him until he is face to face with the taller man. "Where'd they take her?" he growls at the petrified blonde.

"N-North. They headed north," Sam chokes out.

Quinn approaches the two men and places a gentle hand on Finn's shoulder. He reluctantly pulls his eyes away from Sam and looks over to the smaller woman. Having known Quinn for many years, it is easy for Finn to understand the look she is giving him. It begs 'let him go,' and 'we'll find her'. Nodding slightly, Finn releases Sam and the smaller man quickly adds a few feet's distance between them.

Giving Finn a thankful look, Quinn directs her attention to Sam. "How many were there?" she asks in a steady voice, despite the feeling of dread racing through her veins.

Sam shakes his head apologetically and takes a guess. "I don't know," he admits. "At least a dozen," he adds, this time a little more confidence can be heard in his voice.

"Filthy Beasts," Mike yells out startling the crowd, which is now the entire crew, as he kicks a pile of chopped logs, sending them rolling in all different directions.

Kurt, he too having been awoken by Sam screaming for help, curiously poked his head out his tent. He slowly began to creep towards the crew of men surrounding Sam in hopes of hearing what all the commotion is about. As he crosses in front of the Governor's tent a firm hand reaches out and grasps him by his shirt collar. Stifling a yelp, Kurt sees that he has been drug into Schuester's tent, the Governor pressing his ear to the gap between the two tent flaps.

"It's Perfect, Hummel!" Will excitedly whispers after listening to Sam recount his tale. Once again grasping Kurt by his nightshirt, Will looks at him like a man possessed. "I couldn't have planned this better myself. The gold is as good as mine!" And with that, Will releases Kurt from his grasp and steps out of the comfort of his tent into the stifling heat of the night.

"We've got to save her!" Sam says with conviction, a chorus of "yeah's" can be heard in response. "She'd do the same for all of us." The entire crew is in agreeance as they rally themselves up to go hunt for tall blonde.

Quinn gives Sam's shoulder a firm squeeze and gives him a small nod of approval. "Sam is right! Let's do something," she calls out.

"And so we shall!" Governor Schuester says in a loud voice. All conversations immediately die down and all eyes turn to him slowly. "I told you those savages couldn't be trusted, Pierce tried to befriend them, and look at what they've done to her. But now I say it's time to rescue our courageous comrade. At daybreak, we attack!"

Schuester's speech riled up the crew even more and a loud chorus of cheers erupted from the men, and Quinn. The Englishmen scatter to collect all the things they will need to fight. Men rush into the storage tent and drag out cargo boxes. Multiple bonfire are started to help provide light so everybody can see what they are doing. Groups of men pry open the wooden boxes holding unused rifles and begin to distribute one gun to every single member in the camp. Another group of men rips open a second set of boxes containing metal armor. Finn and Mike make their way around camp and collect any object they can that can be used as a weapon. They carry armloads of shovels and pitchforks and hatchets over to the boxes of rifles and throw them down onto the rough ground, giving the crew their pick of a second weapon. Quinn crouches around one of the boxes or battle armor and after selecting her own set, helps the rest of the crew find armor to fit them. Sam makes his way around the crew and lights torches for those who did not grab a second weapon.

And from the safety of a raised platform, William Schuester watches his crew scurry around as they prepare for battle. Beside him, a terrified Kurt Hummel observes the sinister smirk of Will's face and tries to swallow down his fear.

Quinn locks the last piece of armor onto Finn's torso, the last man to be suited up, and gives him a firm smack to the chest. Though Quinn would never admit it to anyone, she is terrified of what they will find when they go to rescue Brittany.

Looking down at the armor clad body of his petite friend, Finn discreetly places a reassuring kiss to the top of Quinn's head. Quinn lifts her hazel eyes and meets the chocolate ones of her best (guy) friend and nods to him in thanks. Taking a deep breath, Quinn locks away any fear she has as she and Finn turn to face the Governor as the first sign of light begins to break over the horizon.

"We head north!" Will screams, and with that, the Englishmen begin their trek towards the Powhatan tribe.

An enormous bonfire is set at the center of the Powhatan tribe. Chief Powhatan faces the orange flame as the medicine man, Kekata, circles it, chanting and throwing a mixture of herbs in the hungry flame. The fire reflects in the Chief's eyes as he turns to face the people of his village. Immediately surrounding him are his faithful warriors, proud to fight for their village. Around them, the entire tribe is gathered to watch as they prepare for the execution of the blonde woman. And once this woman is properly put to death they will begin their attack against the white-skinned strangers as a whole. Kekata makes his way to each warrior and paints their faces with a war-paint, chanting and praying to the spirits as he does so. Once given their war-paint, the warriors make their way to sharpen their spears, and arrows, and tomahawks.

Powhatan looks to his warriors and sees they are all prepared to fight. He is standing directly outside the prisoner's tent where Brittany's body is slumped over from exhaustion. Brittany uses what little strength she has left and lifts her foggy blue eyes to meet the hateful eyes of the man who is going to kill her.

Brittany feels the heat from the glowing flames of the fire from inside the tent. As if this night weren't hot enough already, the fire just adds to it and Brittany can feel the beads of sweat rolling down her cheeks. Seeing the fire reflected in the eyes of the chief frightens Brittany more than she thought possible and she feels a renewed sense to fight. She tries to move herself away from the pole she is still tied around but barely moves before the rope burns on her wrists are re-opened. She screams out in pain as she feels the first trickle of blood drip down into the palm of her hand and she quickly stills her movements. Leaning back against the pole she looks away from the chief and re-directs her eyes back up until she can once again look at the full moon.

She barely even flinches when three warriors come into the tent and cut her free from her bindings. Unable to hold herself up, Brittany collapses face-first onto the ground. She tries to keep from slipping out of consciousness, but when she feels them reapply fresh rope to her still bleeding wrists she welcomes the darkness as it washes over her.

After leaving Brittany's tent Santana rushed past Rachel and headed down to the river-bank. Not looking back, she hops into her canoe and begins paddling to the only place she knows will bring her some sort of comfort.

Sitting on the tree stump that she and Brittany had occupied only hours before, Santana keeps her eyes focused on the smooth bark beneath her legs. "They're going to kill her at sunrise, Grandmother Willow."

"You have to stop them," she replies as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, Meeko and Percy sitting quietly as the two women converse.

Shaking her head in defeat, Santana lets out one small, grim laugh. "I can't," she retorts bitterly.

"Child, remember your dream?" Grandmother Willow tries to reason.

"I was wrong!" Santana yells. Taking a calming breath Santana finally looks up. "I followed the wrong path," she continues in a much softer tone. "I feel so lost," she finally admits in a whisper. Curling her knees up to her chest, Santana buries her head into her knees and takes a shaky breath. Meeko, hoping to find a way to make Santana feel better, quickly scales the tree and climbs into one of the hiding spots he has amongst the branches. Quickly finding what he was looking for, the raccoon makes his way over to Santana and drops the object at her feet.

Feeling the sudden chill against her toes, Santana looks up to see the compass Brittany gave Meeko when they met. Tilting her head and scrunching her eyebrows, Santana looks curiously at it. "The compass?" she questions. As she picks it up and brings it closer to her face, she sees the arrow of the compass begin to change directions. As if a light-switch in her brain finally clicked on, she exclaims "Spinning arrow!"

"It's the arrow from your dream!" Grandmother Willow chimes in as they watch the arrow continue to spin round and round.

Feeling a smile tugging at the corners of her lips, Santana can't help the feeling of relief that washes over her. "I was right! It was pointing to her," she says with pride in her voice. Though the feeling is soon lost as she feels the first rays of the sun hit the back of her dark, silky hair. Turning to look into the rising sun, Santana feels her heart drop. "Sunrise," she chokes out, almost dropping the compass.

"It's not too late, child," Grandmother Willow says hoping to get the girl's attention. When Santana turns to look at her, she continues. "Let the spirits of the earth guide you! You know the path, child…Now follow it!"

Santana looks from Grandmother Willow down to the compass lying in the palm of her hand. The arrow suddenly stops spinning and points in the direction of her village. She turns to be met with the red streaked sky of sunrise reflecting in the river that lies before her.

"Let's go men!" Shuester yells as he leads his men closer to the village. They are about to reach the base of a small cliff when they spot movement ahead of them.

This particular "cliff", which is nothing more than a large boulder jutting out of the side of a small drop from one level of the forest to another, is where prisoners of the Powhatan tribe are brought to die. At the end of the large boulder, capable of holding practically the entire tribe is a flat chunk of stone meant for laying the prisoner's head on. "Bring out the prisoner," Chief Powhatan calls. The crowd around him parts as one of his warriors brings forth a still unconscious Brittany. Slumped over the shoulder of the warrior, resembling a sack of potatoes, the warrior brings her to the Chief. He bends down and places the girl on the boulder, her head resting up on the small flat rock.

Not having spotted the small army of Englishmen, Chief Powhatan observes the blonde girl as she begins to stir.

Brittany can't shake the fuzzy feeling in her head as she begins to wake up. She struggles to open her eyes but when she finally gets them open, she immediately closes them again to shut out the bright sun. She feels the smooth surface of the flat rock against her hot cheek and realizes she is lying on her side. Within seconds, everything comes flooding back to her and as much as she wants to panic, she feels there is no point in fighting any longer. Looking out the corner of her eye, she sees the Chief looking down at her, his face void of all emotion. She then sees the entire Powhatan tribe behind him and begins to move her eyes forward again when something shiny catches her eyes. Tilting her head a bit, Brittany finds herself looking into the reflection of the sun bouncing off of the metal armor of her crew.

Following her gaze, Chief Powhatan finally spots the Englishmen in their battle gear looking up at the boulder. From where they are located, the Englishmen have a perfect view of Brittany and they watch in horror as Chief Powhatan slowly raises his weapon above his head; a weapon meant to kill Brittany with one strike to her skull.

Brittany locks eyes with Quinn, who has tears streaming down her face, and offers one last small smile before she closes her eyes, shutting out the world around her.

As the Chief begins to swing his weapon down with all of his strength a flash of brown halts his movements immediately. "No!" he hears his daughter cry out as she lunges her body towards the blonde prisoner.

Brittany thought she must have already been dead when she heard the voice of her angel cry out. But it isn't until she feels the warm arms of her lover wrap around her torso that she dares open her eyes. Brittany can't stop the tears of relief that flood her eyes when she realizes she is alive and being protected by Santana's body.

"If you kill her, you'll have to kill me too," Santana says, meeting her father's shocked eyes with a look that leaves no room for discussion.

Trying to regain some control, Powhatan begins to lift his weapon again. "Daughter, stand back."

"I won't!" Santana cries out, burying her nose into the side of Brittany's head. Resting her cheek against Brittany's head, Santana looks her father in the eye. "I love her, father," she admits with tears in her eyes. Placing a soft kiss against Brittany's flushed cheek Santana stands to better talk with her father. "Look around you," she says as she motions to both the tribe and the small army of Englishmen still standing at the bottom of the boulder. "This is where the path of hatred has brought us." Santana squats down and helps pull Brittany to her knees. With one hand steadying Brittany on her waist, Santana uses her free hand to cup Brittany's cheek. Brittany lifts her eyes to meet the chocolate ones she has come to love and smiles at her lover. Santana smiles back at Brittany trying to convey all the love she can in that one smile. "This is the path I choose, father," she says, her eyes never leaving the pools of blue she falls more in love with every time she sees them. "What will yours be?" she questions when she finally looks up to meet her father's gaze.

Looking down at his daughter with more pride and love than he ever thought he could feel, he turns his attention to his tribe. "My daughter speaks with wisdom beyond her years. We've all come here with anger in our hearts, but she comes with courage and understanding," he is now speaking to both his tribe and the Englishmen. "From this day forward, if there is to be more killing, it will not start with me," he states as he hands off his weapon to one if his warriors. "Release her," he says to a second warrior, motioning to the bindings on Brittany's wrists.

Brittany lets out a breath of relief when she feels the rope being cut off her wrists. Finally able to move her hands, she throws her arms around Santana's waist and nuzzles her nose into the crook of Santana's neck. Not anywhere close to being at her full strength Brittany has to lean into Santana to keep from falling over. Santana eagerly wraps her arms around Brittany and uses a hand to soothingly stroke the back of Brittany's head. The women reluctantly let go of each other when a few men from the tribe come to lift Brittany to her feet, intent on getting her back to the village to clean up and rest.

Every member of Schuester's crew looks on in awe at the events that have just taken place. Looking around and noticing the smiles gracing everyone's lips, Schuester tries to recapture their attention. "Now's our chance, fire!" he says to no one in particular.

Quinn, Sam, Mike and Finn all whip their heads around to look at Will as if he had just grown a second head. "No!" Sam yells.

"What?" Will shouts, appalled that anyone would dare talk back to him.

"They let her go!" Finn reasons as he takes a step closer to the Governor.

Quinn immediately moves to stand by Sam and Finn. "They don't want to fight!" she says as she motions to the boulder where the Chief is speaking to Brittany and Santana with a smile.

Becoming flustered, Will tries to come up with any excuse he can. "It's a trick, don't you see?" he asks incredulously. Looking at Mike, he points up at the Indians, "Fire!" he tells Mike. When Mike shakes his head no, Will reaches for the rifle Sam is holding. Lifting the rifle up into firing position he retorts, "Fine, I'll settle this myself."

From where Brittany is standing she was able to see the sun shining off the barrel of the rifle as it is raised. Turning her heard she sees Governor Schuester aim for the Chief and pull the trigger.

"No!" she screams as she jumps in the line of fire. She feels more than hears the scream that tears from her lips as the hot bullet pierces her creamy skin. She can hear Santana calling her name and she feels Santana's secure hands as they pull her head into her lap and she begins to stroke her fingers through Brittany's blonde hair before everything goes dark.

"Brittany!" Quinn screamed as she watched her friend slump to the ground. Turning to Will she immediately advanced on him, only to be held back by both Mike and Sam. "You shot her!"

Dropping the gun, Schuester tried to cover up his mistake. "She stepped right—right into it! It's her own fault!"

"Pierce was right all along," Mike said as he continued to hold down a kicking and screaming Quinn.

All of the men looked onto Schuester with horror and disgust but then grabbed at him and kept him from escaping. "Traitors!" he screamed at his crew that was now working on tying him up. "Unhand me, I say, how dare you!" His screams fell on deaf ears as he was taken to the ship and locked in the brig.

Brittany's eyes open suddenly and she is surprised to see find herself in a strange tent. Slowly turning her head slightly to her left she is greeted with a sight that makes her heart beat faster. Brittany is lying on a makeshift bed on the ground and right next her is a sleeping Santana, clutching to Brittany's hand as if it is her life-line.

"Welcome back," they familiar voice causes Brittany to turn abruptly and she finds Quinn looking at her with a large smile. "Hi," Brittany finally croaks out. "Where and I and what happened?"

"We are in Santana's tent and you got shot," Finn says as he sits up from the position he had been lying down in. Brittany looks at him with a confused expression so he continues, reminding her of what happened. "You jumped in the way to save the Chief and the bullet grazed your ribs. One of the warriors went with us back to camp and we rounded up some medical supplies then made our way to the village." Finn finishes his explanation with a goofy grin on his face, proud to have retold the story so well, and Brittany can't fight back the giggle that escapes from her lips.

A small sigh causes Brittany to focus her attention back onto the beautiful woman sleeping next to her but instead of smiling she finds herself faced with a difficult decision to make.

"What are you going to do?" Quinn asks. It is as if they can read Brittany's thoughts. Does she go back to England or stay with the woman who has managed to steal her heart in such a short time.

A snore brings Brittany out of her thoughts and she looks over only to discover that Mike and Sam too are sleeping in the tent. Feeling the tears prick at the corners of her eyes, Brittany slowly shakes her head and shrugs her shoulder, which causes her to wince in pain. After catching her breath, Brittany looks to Quinn and Finn. "You two and Mike have become my family over the years and even Sam has managed to become important to me throughout this voyage but…" trailing off she looks over to Santana and doesn't even try to hide the smile that appears on her face just from looking at the tan woman. "But my heart belongs to her," she finishes as she turns her head back to look at her friends.

Quinn and Finn share a look with each other before turning back to Brittany. "You know, Pierce," Quinn starts. "The guys and I talked about it while you were sleeping and we realized none of us really have anything to go back to in England. We are our own family."

Brittany looks back and forth between the two not knowing how to answer. "Do you want to stay here, Britt?" Finn asks.

Brittany looks back at Santana and nods before she turns her attention back to her friends. "I've almost lost her more times than I can count in just the short time we've been here. I never want to go through that again."

"It's settled then," Quinn says. "We stay."

"Yeah…Wait, what? We?" Brittany asks, trying to keep her voice a whisper so as not to wake Santana. "I don't want you to throw everything away just to stay with me."

Finn looks at Brittany with a smile and just shrugs. "We started this voyage together and we are going to end it together. Besides, you said so yourself, we are a family."

"And you're ok with this too?" Brittany asks Quinn. Quinn just smiled shyly and said, "Yeah well someone has to help look after you. I doubt Santana has any idea what she's gotten herself into trying to handle you."

Chuckling, Brittany asks if both Mike and Sam are ok with it too and after it has been confirmed that everyone is staying, Brittany let's a single tear slide down her cheek. "So we are all staying then?" Brittany asks one last time as Finn and Quinn settle down on their respective beds to try and get some sleep.

"Yes," Comes the response from both her friends, who are quickly drifting off to sleep in their new home.

Brittany looks over at Santana and without moving too much manages to pull Santana over to her. Santana slightly opens her eyes and the two girls get lost in each other's gaze for what feels like the thousandth time. Brittany suddenly wonders how long Santana has been awake and when she asks, Santana merely smiles and says, "You have my heart too." Santana leans forward and captures Brittany's lips in a simple yet passionate kiss. When they part, Brittany tilts her head and places a feather-light kiss on Santana's cheek. Santana gladly welcomes the gesture and settles down so her head is buried in the crook of Brittany's neck. Wrapped in each other's arms they slowly begin to drift off to sleep and right before Santana succumbs to the sleep she hears Brittany whisper, "I love you" and wrap her tighter in her arms.