Pairings: Brittana, Finchel and Klaine are the starter couples. Pezberry starts out as friendship, but it's the endgame couple (If you ship one or more of the three first couples, you should probably read the warnings for the whole story)

Warnings:

For the whole story: This story is labeled M for a reason, it contains several major character deaths – You have been warned!

For chapter 1: Major character death, cursing and violence.

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, The Walking Dead or Left 4 Dead. I have never been to San Francisco or The French Laundry and I have never tasted chef Thomas Keller's food.

A/N: This is my first story. I honestly tried to write something fluffy, but my crazy mind gave me this instead. This story is posted for the Pezberry Week 2013 Day 7: Free day on Tumblr.

This story is unbeta'd and my first language isn't English. I haven't stepped inside an English classroom in ages, so there is bound to be mistakes, but I have tried my best.

I have for the most parts only seen Santana's scenes in season three and four of Glee. So therefore I have written a little pre-story to point out the AU parts and the starter couples history after high school in this universe.

Pre-Story

Brittana, Finchel and Klaine didn't break up after high school and have stayed together ever since then.

Santana's outing wasn't received as well by her closest family and she was thrown out by her very conservative catholic father. She went to Louisville and attended university there for a year till Brittany graduated and then they moved to New York. In NY Santana studied law and Brittany tried to get work as a dancer, but she never seemed to make it. It was only when Rachel contacted her years later, after she became a success on Broadway, that Brittany made it. Now Santana is a successful lawyer and Brittany is constantly touring as a well-known dancer for famous singers.

Rachel moved to New York, where she later on made it on Broadway. She befriended Brittany and Santana, when she helped Brittany get a job as a dancer in the play she was in. Rachel is still engaged to Finn, who joined the army after high school and didn't drop out. He has since been on several missions overseas and is currently on a leave from his mission in Afghanistan.

Since both Rachel's and Santana's partners travel so much, they have become really close friends, because neither of them likes to be so much alone. The two of them have actually ended up becoming best friends, even though Santana never would admit that to anyone.

Kurt never went to New York, he stayed in Lima till Blaine graduated and then they moved to Chicago - More of their story in Chapter 1 -

This story takes place around ten years after Santana, Rachel, Kurt and Finn graduated from high school. So they are all around 28 – 30 years old when this story begins on their last day of vacation in San Francisco.

Chapter 1

"This is a really excellent restaurant Kurt, how did you manage to get us a table today?" Rachel looked over to the other side of the dining table and saw a smug looking Kurt. He was about to answer her question when he got interrupted by his husband Blaine.

"When you and Kurt started to plan this trip, the first thing he did was to call this place. He made sure that we would get a table for when we came to San Francisco." Rachel looked stunned.

"But that was over six months ago and neither of us could agree on where to go before last month!"

"I think Kurt tricked us all into going to where he wanted, didn't you Lady Lips?" Santana smirked at Kurt. "I'm actually a little impressed that you even fooled Berry." Kurt, who had been looking irritated at Blaine since the moment he stole his thunder, turned to face Santana.

"Well, thank you Santana. I'm actually quite proud of myself for pulling this off. I have been dying to come to this restaurant for ages, because I have always wanted to try the famous chef Keller's delicious cuisines. So when Rachel suggested that we all should take a vacation together. I knew that we had to come to San Francisco, so I could finally visit the renowned French Laundry in Napa Valley." He then turned to Blaine "And you know that I had to make reservations as fast as possible. The waiting list is at least two months long to get inside these doors, so I had to plan ahead." Rachel looked shocked.

"Kurt Hummel how dare you try to trick me!" Kurt actually flinched and looked a little bit frightened by Rachel's outburst, but quickly relaxed when Rachel smiled. "I'll forgive you this time, because this food is really exquisite. It's almost good enough to die for and I'm really impressed by the vegan selection they have to offer." Rachel was nearly moaning in delight as she took another bite of her food. Kurt smiled in relief.

"I made sure that they had something for my favorite lady to eat. Chef Keller was really forthcoming when I told him that you only ate vegan food. He even made some special dishes just for you."

"Yeah it's really funny what money can buy." Santana looked at Rachel's rabbit food and made a disgusted grimace. She had never understood how Rachel could survive without meat.

"Oh, hush Sweetie. I think Kurt and Blaine are super nice for treating us to this awesome meal."

"I agree with Brittany. This had to cost you guys a fortune and there's not even other dinners in here." Finn was gesturing around the beautiful intimate dinning room.

"There are probably some other dinners elsewhere in the restaurant, but I reserved a private dinning room for us all. It did cost a little bit more, but as I like to say: only the best is good enough for my friends." Kurt smiled at them all. "Everything in here from the menu and drinks to the decorations and gifts has been meticulously planned by me for months in advance."

"Oh, there's presents! Where?" Santana turned her head frantically around to try to find her gift. Rachel slapped her on the arm.

"Really Santana! That's what you chose to focus on?" She turned back to Kurt. "Everything looks really lovely Kurt and taste even better. You have outdone yourself this time. I suggest a toast to Kurt-" she turned towards Blaine "and Blaine for giving us this unforgettable experience. This is something we will cherish for the rest of our lives!" She lifted her glass and was greeted with a crescendo of "Hear, Hear!" and "I'll toast to that!" from the others in the room.

They continued to enjoyed their meals while Kurt, after he humbly thanked them for appreciating his gesture (as humble as only he could get), told them about how he considered this as a little celebration of his and Blaine's business expansion. Since Brittany and Finn hadn't heard anything about it yet, Kurt happily started to tell them his and Blaine's whole story from the beginning. Santana only tolerated hearing that story again, for the hundred time, since he had bought her the best meal she had ever tasted in her whole life.

"You see after I had to stay in Lima because of my failed audition to NYADA and YES I still think that lady was blind and tone-deaf!" Most of the people in the dinning room just smiled at that. Kurt ignored them all and continued on. "I tried to improve my grades and extra curricular activities to get in the next year, but when that didn't pay off I went with Blaine to Chicago. I studied fashion design while Blaine studied business."

Then he kept ranting on about how they had later successfully opened a little fashion boutique in Chicago and that they were now opening their third Porcelain Fashion Boutique, this time in Washington. Santana only half listened to his yapping, she chose to concentrate on her food instead. Kurt didn't seem to notice her disinterest and he continued telling them that the new opening of their store was in three months.

Blaine briefly interrupted Kurt's speech to explained that his husband had been reluctant to take this vacation at all. Still he had managed to convinced Kurt that Tina, who they had hired to run their store in Washington, was capable at keeping everything under control till they got back. So here they were and as much as Kurt had loved this trip to San Francisco, he was really looking forward to getting back to Washington to check up on the preparations for their grand opening.

At this point in the story, Santana was enjoying her dessert. She thought to herself that she probably could have eaten a ton of her feijoa sorbet, but after all those previous courses she had been given, she was really stuffed. Right now she had concluded that she freaking loved Kurt, but she wasn't going to tell him that. Later when she got her parting gift with neatly wrapped macarons, that tasted awesome! She surprised herself and Kurt, when she hugged him and told him that this had been one of the best days she had experienced in a long time. She later blamed it on having a food high.

After dinner they all decided to take a last trip out on the town, since everybody wanted to have some much-needed fun before heading back to their busy lives. Several hours later they were all on their way back to the rental car, which had already been packed for their departure to the airport early the next day, to drive back to their hotel. The six of them were almost at the car when Brittany, who was dragging behind the others, tried to get Santana's attention.

"Santana why didn't you tell me that there's a carnival in town. You know how much I love carnivals. Oh, I want to be a duck!" Santana, who had been talking to Rachel, turned around to check what her girlfriend wanted.

"Did you say something Britt?"

All Santana could see in the dimly lit street was Brittany standing in the middle of the road, looking at a group of people that had gathered around her. For some unknown reason she suddenly got this awful felling in the pit of her stomach and she didn't know why, but she cried out. "RUN Brittany!" but it was too late. To her horror she saw one of the guys getting a hold of her girlfriend and then he bit her in the neck, before the rest of them attacked her too. Santana immediately started to run towards Brittany to try to save her, but she didn't get far. Before she knew it she had been tackled to the ground. She desperately tried to get up, but she was being pined down by someone. "Let me go. I need to save Britt." She knew she was begging and she never begged, but she had to get to Brittany before it was too late. It didn't make it better that all she could hear was her girlfriend screaming in pain.

"I'm not letting you go Santana, so stop fighting me!"

Rachel! Rachel was the one holding her down. Well then she had to get her off, she had to save Brittany. Santana chose to ignore the fact that she couldn't hear her girlfriend screaming out her name anymore, because the silence scared her even more. So instead she started struggling harder and desperately tried to buck Rachel off her back.

"Stop Santana! We need to get back to the car."

Rachel was pleading with her, but all Santana could think about was Brittany's wide frightened eyes, before she got bitten. All she wanted was to save her girlfriend and she wouldn't let Rachel stop her. That was the last thing she could remember, before she felt an excruciating pain in the back of her head and everything went black.

Santana woke up the next day with a splitting headache, which was a little bit surprising to her since she really didn't remember drinking that much last night. She tried to open her eyes, but everything hurt like a bitch! She groaned in pain and decided to wait a little while longer, before she tried again. Her brain was hazy and all she could remember at the moment was that she had a horrible nightmare, where Brittany had been attacked by someone and she couldn't save her. What the fuck was that all about! She never had nightmares. She pushed the dream to the back of her mind and tried to sit up, but quickly changed her mind when she felt her head start to spin. She groaned in pain and muttered out. "I'm never going to drink ever again!"

Santana tried to open her eyes for the second time and after some lazy blinking, she could barely make out the contours of the room she was in. When her eyesight finally adjusted to the bright sunlight that was flooding the room, her heart rate suddenly sky-rocketed. She frantically turned her head around to take in her surroundings. She wasn't in her hotel room and Brittany wasn't laying beside her in their bed. Santana suddenly felt the need to throw up and she hurriedly reached a hand up to steady her pounding head. Her panic only grew when her hand bumped against the bandage that was wrapped around her head.

As fast as she could she got up from the bed and managed, on her slightly wobbly feet, to get to the bedroom door. She opened it and carefully peered out into the hallway. She didn't see anyone, but she could make out some faint voices coming from the floor below. Hesitating for only a second, she quietly started walking towards the stairs. The closer she got the clearer she could make out the voices. When she recognized Blaine's scruffy voice, relief flooded over her. Maybe everything was okay, maybe she just had a little bit too much to drink last night and had just passed out. At least that was what she desperately tried to convince herself of. She sped up and hurried down the stairs and rounded the corner to walk into, what looked to be, a living room.

When she entered the room Kurt, who was now talking, noticed her and stopped. The rest of the people in the room turned to find out what he was looking at. Santana quickly scanned the room, everyone were there excepted Brittany. She felt her heart start beating like crazy in her chest and when she saw the mournful expressions on her friends faces, her world felt like it came crashing down on top of her, when she understood that her nightmare hadn't been a dream after all. She didn't know what she wanted to do most: cry, laugh, die or kill. She settled for the last opinion, when Rachel started to speak.

"Santana I'm so sorry."

"Not as sorry as you're going to be after I'm finished with you!" Was the only warning Rachel got, before Santana tackled her to the floor. She probably would have killed her, if Finn hadn't grabbed her and lifted her up and away from Rachel. "Let me go! She deserves to die. She stopped me from saving Britt. Let go of me, you idiot!"

"Santana do you really think that I'm gonna let you kill my fiancé, I'm not that stupid! I'm only letting you go when you have calmed down and just so you know, if Rachel hadn't stopped you yesterday, you would have been killed too." Santana stopped struggling against Finn's tight grip.

"Maybe I don't want to live if Brittany isn't alive." At that, Finn let her go and Santana sank down to the floor.

"You don't really mean that, you're just in shock." Kurt tried to sound convincing, but his voice was trembling. Santana quickly stood up and was looking at Rachel with an accusing stare.

"You shouldn't have stopped me! Now I don't have anything to live for. I just want to die."

Rachel, who had been trying to stop the bleeding from her split lip and listen to Santana's self pitting at the same time, had apparently had enough of being unjustifiably attacked and slapped Santana across her face. Kurt gasped and the rest looked shocked, even Santana couldn't believe what had just happened.

"What is wrong with you! I lost my girlfriend and you just hit me!" That was the last drop and Rachel screamed back at Santana.

"Really Santana, really! Are you serious? If you haven't noticed something is horribly wrong and you are whining like a little baby. Yesterday we all saw someone taking a big bite out of Brittany's neck. If I hadn't stopped you, those things would have killed you too. I were forced to hit you in the head to get you away from them. They were coming towards us and you wouldn't stop fighting me, we barely made it to the car alive. We would both have been dead by now if Finn, Blaine and Kurt hadn't helped me, carry you to the car. You didn't see what we saw. Those monsters were killing people in the streets and eating them! People were running around screaming with blood all over them, it was total chaos! We were lucky to get out of the city alive. It was almost impossible to get away, because the streets were filled with people running for their life or being killed by those things. So you better shut up and be grateful that I saved you!" Rachel exhaled and her facial features softened.

"I'm truly sorry that Brittany died, she was one of my closest friends and you know that. I do realize that you're probably in a state of shock right now. So I'm sorry for slapping you, but this is not the time for a breakdown." She gestured to the other three people in the room. "We have been trying to find out what we are going to do. Before you came down we were discussing possible explanation to what ever it was that happened yesterday. So far the only thing we have come up with is that those things that attacked Brittany had to be zombies."

Santana, who had been quiet the whole time Rachel had been rambling, stopped rubbing her left cheek. She looked, with disbelief written all over her face, at Rachel and then at the others in the room.

"Zombies? ZOMBIES! What the fuck have you guys been smoking?!" Rachel huffed in indignation.

"Well do you have a better explanation Santana? They were eating people!"

"I don't know, maybe they were cannibals?"

"Seriously Santana do you really believe that's a more likely explanation?"

"But zombies? That's just something you find in movies or on TV. It's just made up!"

The whole time this argument had been going on, Blaine had been trying to get the TV in the living room to work. They had all tried, but it still wouldn't turn on. Blaine was the only one that hadn't given up. After a lot of button pushing, he got lucky and pushed the right combination and the TV came to life. Now he had to scream to drown out Santana's and Rachel's bickering.

"Guys, GUYS! I did it, it's working. The TV's working!"

He was smiling like a little kid that had gotten what he wanted for his birthday, but that didn't last long when he saw his friends shocked faces as they looked at the TV. Blaine quickly turned around to watch the screen too and his smile varnished immediately. It was no wonder they were shocked, because the TV screen was showing flickering images of countless body bags and dead bodies spread everywhere. Blaine turned up the sound.

The TV reporters were currently explaining how a severe case of an highly deadly type of swine flu, had spread across the country and apparently also the rest of the world. Some places were more affected than others, but the situation was now under control. Still just to be on the safe side both The United States Department of Health and Human Services (HHS) and The American Public Health Association (APHA), were highly recommending everybody in America to stay inside their homes, to prevent them from possibly being infected. The government had also called in every branch of the military to get the situation under control. The reporters then started talking about something else and Blaine muted the TV and turned around to look at his friends.

"Do you guys think this is just an outbreak of swine flu?" Kurt had started passing back and forth and was obviously contemplating.

"No way! People don't start attacking and eating human flesh because their infected by some type of flu! They are clearly covering up something." Finn quickly got up from the couch and pointed at Kurt rather angrily.

"Wait a minute! You don't know that. Maybe they just don't want to cause a panic. The government have after all called in every branch of our military, so I think this situation is under control. This is not one of your crazy conspiracy theories!"

"Finn you work for the government. So I won't blame you for not wanting to badmouth your employer, but do you really believe that this is just a case of a flu gone wrong?"

"I don't know, but I like Santana don't believe in zombies!"

"HEY! Don't you drag me into this. I'm not on your side G.I. Giant. I don't trust the government as much as you do and this is not a case of the flu!" Finn gave Santana a pathetic glare, but didn't say anything more. Kurt sighed.

"Believe whatever you want, but at least the majority in this house believes that we are under a zombie attack." Kurt turned around and looked at Blaine and Rachel. "So what do we know about zombies? We should gather as much information as we can, to be sure to survive those monsters."

"Hold up, hold up! Before you freaks start this pointless discussion, I want to know where we are and how we got here. Cause you know I for once don't remember getting here, since the Hobbit so rudely clubbed me down." Rachel turned towards Santana and huffed.

"Could you please stop complaining. I saved your life yesterday and I'm almost starting to regret it." It looked like Santana was going to attack her again, so Rachel hurried to continue.

"As I were trying to explain before you interrupted me earlier, was that we had to get away from those things that were trying to kill us. So we all decided to get out of the city, because they were everywhere and we only stopped here since the rental car ran out of gas. Our only option was to park right outside this house. We tried to see if there were anybody home, but when nobody answered Finn used his excellent military training to get us into this house."

"He only climbed up to the second floor, to get through the open window." Blaine mumbled out, but everyone heard it. Rachel continued her story, ignoring Blaine's comment.

"So we tried to call for a tow truck to get some help, but our cellphones doesn't seem to be working. The most likely explanation is that the cellphone network is down. So that should sum up why we're in this empty house."

"So what you're saying is that I'm stranded here in the middle of nowhere, with you guys and nobody is coming to save us?"

Santana looked like she wanted to strangle someone. Rachel was wise enough to take a step back and use Finn as a human shield, just in case Santana decided to go all Lima Heights Adjacent on her ass again. She really didn't want to lose more blood.

Santana felt the beginning of a major headache and she was trying to massage it away with her fingers. She really hoped this was just a nightmare and that she would wake up soon, in her own bed laying safely in Brittany's arms. She wanted to kill someone, preferably Rachel, but she was too exhausted. So she just gave up and sank down in one of the comfy looking living room chairs and buried her head in her hands. Everyone in the room relaxed and Kurt clapped his hands together.

"Okay! Since that has been settled. What do we know about zombies?"

Rachel, Blaine and Kurt started talking amongst themselves and Rachel was eagerly scribbling down whatever they came up with on a notepad. The result was rather meager. To be perfectly honest none of them particularly liked watching anything with zombies in it. Because as far as they knew, there still hadn't been made a musical with singing zombies, so that meant that they didn't know much at all.

They tried to get Finn and Santana to participate, but Finn said the closest thing he had ever come to zombies was playing Left 4 Dead with Puck. So the only thing he contributed with was "Kill all sons of bitches!" Kurt didn't know what that meant, but it was probably the best advice they had come up with so far. Finn had then smiled and mumbled a quiet, "I miss Puckerman, he was a good guy." before he went back to staring a hole in the living room wall.

So Kurt had turned to Santana and asked her to tell them what she knew, but she had shaken her head and told them that she didn't watch crap like that. When Kurt hadn't taken no for an answer and kept pushing, Santana had snapped and shouted that "Brittany didn't like scary things and she didn't want me to watch it either. So I didn't!" Kurt could see her eyes glazing over when she mentioned Brittany's name. Then she had humorlessly laughed out "But if we get attacked by Disney princesses, then I can save us all." After that she had sunk back into the chair and closed her eyes. When they didn't get anything else, Rachel had stood up.

"Well we're clearly stuck and I need something to drink. I'm just going to get some water from the kitchen." That was the moment Santana had come back to life, from her dream state. She looked visibly frightened at Rachel.

"Are you sure that's such a good idea? How do you know if the water's still clean? Maybe we should go outside to make sure that the water well is secure?"

"Why shouldn't the water be clean Santana?" Blaine, who had been watching the TV for an update on the so-called flu attack, turned his head away from the TV and looked at Santana.

"No particular reason." Santana desperately tried to avert her eyes away from Blaine.

"Ha! I knew you were lying."

"What is going on Blaine?" Rachel hadn't moved an inch, since Santana had stopped her. She was still thirsty, but now she was a little bit afraid to get something to drink.

"Well Santana has clearly watched The Walking Dead and knows more about zombies than she led us to believe!" Blaine looked triumphant and was waiting for the others to react, but they all looked like big question marks. He sighed.

"The Walking Dead was a zombie TV series on AMC. I didn't watch it myself, but Tina just loved that disgusting thing and she tried to get me and Kurt to watch it." Kurt nodded in recognition. Blaine continued his explanation.

"I remember this one time she told me about this scene, where they had to drag a zombie out of the water well, so he wouldn't contaminate the water, but when they pulled him up he split in two and all his intestines and guts spilled out and went down into the well and-"

"Thank you Blaine! I think that's more than enough." Blaine looked up at Rachel and then to Kurt. They were both holding their stomachs and they looked a little pale.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to make you guys sick. It's just that ever since Tina told me that story, it has been stuck in my head. I told her that she wasn't allowed to talk to either Kurt or me, about anything remotely bloody ever again. I even threatened that I would fire her if she did. She gave me nightmares for months after that story!"

"Ah, that explains why she hasn't tried to tell me any horror stories lately." Kurt smiled. "Thank you Honey."

"Your welcome." That led to an impromptu kissing session between the two of them, till Santana shouted.

"Stop that! You don't have to torture me to get me to tell the truth." The couple turned back to look at her and Kurt grimaced and gestured for Santana to start talking.

"Fine! You're all a bunch of assholes!" She looked down and mumbled out.

"As I said Brittany didn't want me to watch stuff like that, but you know me I like to get my way. So yeah I watched The Walking Dead and some other things she wouldn't approve of, but that doesn't make me a bad girlfriend!" Santana was looking at everybody in the room, daring them to tell her otherwise.

"Of course not Santana, you were a great girlfriend. Brittany always told me so." Rachel was trying to assure the agitated girl, she really didn't want Santana to get angry again. "And I'm really touched that you wanted to keep me safe from harm." Rachel smiled.

"Don't flatter yourself. I just didn't want you to turn into a zombie and bite me."

"Thanks anyway. I appreciated it even if you did it for your own safety." Rachel smiled at her and then asked. "So what are we going to do about the water, do you think that it's safe enough to drink?"

"Well I'm not drinking it, before we have checked if there's something in the water."

"I thought you said, that you didn't believe in zombies Santana." Kurt hummed.

"I don't, but it's better to be on the safe side. I still don't want to get eaten by Berry."

Blaine quietly whispered "Wanky!" Luckily only Kurt heard it and he smiled, but he was glad Santana hadn't heard Blaine, she would probably have killed him.

"Then we just have to check the water. Like you said, there's probably a well outside somewhere." Rachel pointed towards the front door.

"Maybe Santana could go and see? She's the one who's too afraid to try the water." Finn was grinning at her.

"Then I vote for your girlfriend to drink first." Santana shot back and Finn stopped smiling. He was about to say something back, but was stopped by Kurt.

"Calm down you two. Why don't you guys and Rachel all go and see if you can find the well?"

"Fine!" Santana spat out.

"If she goes, I'll go with her!" Finn was pointing at Rachel.

"That would be lovely." Rachel smiled back at him. The three of them walked to the front door and Finn opened it and they all peeked out.

"See, there's nothing to be afraid of."

"Then you can go first Santana."

"Hey! You're supposed to be the one who protects our country. So start protecting! You're not supposed to send a lady first!"

"And when did you start being a lady?" Finn exclaimed. Santana was about to go all Lima Heights on his ass, when Rachel stopped their fighting. She hissed out in anger at their loud shouting.

"Could you two be quiet! I know you're not believers, but I don't want to die. I haven't met Barbra Streisand yet, so shut up!" They both quiet down, but Santana still managed to mutter out "Whipped!" to Finn, who mumbled "Fuck you!" back. Before they both completely stopped, when Rachel send them a deadly glare that would have frightened even the dead.

The three of them made it to the backyard without any more problems, they didn't even see anything suspiciously looking on their way there. Finn was the one who found the well, it was hidden behind some tall Oak trees, in the far corner of the garden. The well was covered by a fairly big stone and when Finn tried to push it away, he couldn't even seem to be able to move it an inch. Which made Santana smile with glee and that agitated Finn even more, but this time Blaine was the one to stop them from killing each other. He was calling from the living room window, that they had to hurry up and get back inside.

Unconsciously they all started looking around to see if there were any dangers near by, but they still couldn't see anything. So they quickly started to power jog back to get inside the house, while they desperately tried not to panic too much. When they finally reached the front door, they were all breathing heavily. Finn flung the front door open and they all rushed inside the house.