Title: I Always Belonged to You

Pairing: Faberry

Sub Pairings: Kum, Brittana, Tike

POV: Third Person

Rated: M (for violence)

Warnings: Violence, Course Language

Summary: The New Directions (or what's left of them) are caught in the midst of a zombie apocalypse. The goal? SURVIVE. And while you're at it, be sure the one's you love don't slip away before you can tell them you love them.

A/N: Whoa. This is one of the first multi-chapter fics I wrote I actually like! And there's actually no smut in this so if that's what you're looking for, sorry, maybe I'll write more later. It's actually a pretty good story though, so if you like Glee, Faberry, and Zombies… READ!

Disclaimer: I don't own any of these lovely characters

CHAPTER 1: FAILURE

For lack of a better word, (because if there was one Rachel would definitely be using it) Quinn Fabray was gorgeous.

She had always been so, with her soft blonde hair, bright hazel eyes, and lips that looked so soft Rachel would often fantasize about kissing them. Now, however, her hair was a bright pink colour. Her bright eyes conveyed no emotion. Her face was a mask of the hardships she, and the rest of the world, were currently facing.

But Rachel still found her gorgeous. In tight black clothes, tattoos adorning her skin, peircings, guns strapped to her back and blood splattering her clothes from the head of the zombie that Quinn had just taken off with a baseball bat, she was still gorgeous. The contrast of the dark red blood against Quinn's snow white skin was beautiful.

Rachel paused in her assessment of her teammate to pull her gun up to her shoulder and blow the head off of a zombie that was fast approaching a very distracted Kurt Hummel.

"Head in the game, Hummel!" she shouted at him.

"Kind of bust here, Rachel!" he shouted back, pulling his axe from the back of a now completely dead zombie that had been attacking his boyfriend, Blaine.

"Shut up, both of you!" Quinn hissed, "You'll attract more of them."

All the zombies in the house were now lying dead at their feet, and they paused to listen for more.

"Good," Quinn whispered, "Come on."

They slung their guns and bags of supplies over their shoulders and hurried down to the truck where Santana was waiting, taking a very bloodied up Blaine Anderson with them.

They loaded all the supplies from the Anderson home that they could carry into the truck, and took off back to their shelter: Quinn's house.

"How is he?" Santana asked when they piled into the truck.

"He's in shock." Kurt said, holding his boyfriend close to him, despite the blood he was coughing up all over Kurt's McQueen jacket.

Kurt insisted that even in the midst of the apocalypse he had a need for fashion; the designer fabrics were tough, and it would be hard for a zombie to get it's teeth into Kurt's skin if it had to rip through his jacket first.

"Gross! What's wrong with him?" Santana exclaimed.

"He was bitten." Quinn said blankly.

"What?" Kurt asked, eyes widening as tears spilled from them.

Quinn nodded, "I'm sorry, Kurt."

"Blaine? Blaine! Blaine, listen to me!" Kurt was hysterical, shaking his dying boyfriend in his lap.

Blaine looked up at Kurt with blood shot eyes, "Ku-u-rt," he coughed through a mouthful of blood, "I'm… sorry."

Kurt sobbed, "Don't leave me, Blaine! Please!"

"I love you." Blaine burbled, spewing blood out onto Kurt's lap and Santana's seats.

Kurt let out a loud anguished cry as Blaine's eyes went blank at his last cough of blood and guts and he fell sideways entirely onto Kurt's bloodied lap.

"How long do we have until he wakes up?" Rachel whispered through her tears.

"We won't make it home." Quinn said, "Just pull over here, San, and I'll take care of him."

Santana pulled the truck over on the road back to Lima, and Quinn got out. She opened the back door and heaved Blaine's body off Kurt's lap and onto the ground.

"Can I borrow this?" Quinn indicated Kurt's axe, "I want to end this before he wakes up."

Kurt nodded and looked away as Quinn raised the axe and lopped off Blaine's head from his bloody, distorted body. Within the anguish he was feeling at the loss of his boyfriend, Kurt felt grateful to Quinn for ending it so that his last memory of his boyfriend was not of an undead monster fighting to rip off his flesh.

Quinn made to get back in the truck, but hesitated. After a moment of thought, the girl went back to the boy's body and picked up his tie, flinging it at Kurt without a word as she got back into the truck.

"Let's go home before more of them smell the blood." Quinn said.

Santana put the truck into drive, and the rest of the ride home was silent, aside from Kurt's quiet sobs and hiccups. A weight fell over the four people in the truck.

Their mission had been to save Blaine Anderson. They had failed.