Disclaimers: Don't own Glee or Jurassic World

Warning: Some characters will die and some will get injured because come on, we are talking about DINOSAURS okay, you can't easily outrun them and especially not in heels! (I'll never get over this part of the movie) and SPOILERS from the movie I guess…

People seem to have abandoned the Pezberry ship so tell me if you want me to continue this story or not. I mean if someone's still read it…

The first chapter sets the context.

Rated M for violence, death and smut.

Chapter 1: Welcome to the park

Rachel and Santana had been fighting for the past 10 minutes in their bedroom while packing their suitcases for the weekend.

"I don't understand why we have to go there. I think this park is an awful place which allows Sue Sylvester to play god when we should know better than play with nature. Besides, it's one of the few weekends we are both free, we should make the best of it and stay together. To be honest, I think we need it as a couple because…" Rachel rambled while folding her t-shirts in her luggage.

Santana sighed for the hundred times that day. "Listen, Sue invited us a long time ago and we said yes. If you didn't want to go you should have said so when we answered back."

"I didn't know we'll be in this predicament." The diva stated before making her way toward the bathroom to gathered her toiletries.

"This predicament?" The Latina said absentmindedly while looking at the two swimsuits in front of her.

"Don't play dumb, Santana, you know really well what I'm talking about!" The brunette exclaimed from the bathroom. "We haven't been on the same page for quite while now. We barely see each other and when we do, we always fight." She put her makeup bag into her vanity-case before going back to the room.

"And is it my fault?" The raven-haired girl asked defensively before grabbing her black swimsuit and throwing it in her luggage. Here they were again, fighting over every little thing. The nights when they weren't fighting started to become rarer than the one when they did, it had almost become a routine for them. They had always bickered but this was different, this was painful and exhausting. They were both at fault but way too stubborn to communicate on their issues. Their relationship felt like a sinking ship that no one wanted to abandon but that no one seemed to be able to save either. She wanted to fight for their love as long as she could but maybe it would be wiser to leave before nothing remained of them but ashes…

"I never said that." The small girl replied while making her way to the bed.

The tan girl frowned before crossing her arms and staring at her girlfriend. "Well it sounded like it."

"Santana please, can we just…" Rachel sighed wearily, turning her attention toward Santana.

"Rachel, I love you but if we keep going down this road, I think…" Santana took a deep breath, her eyes darting everywhere but at Rachel. "I think we should take a break or something... Just… Think about it during the weekend and take a decision once we're back…"

The Broadway singer looked at her with hurt written all over her face. "Do you… Do you want to break up with me?"

The former cheerleader shook her head vehemently and approached the brunette, taking her hands in hers. "It's the last thing I want to do but I don't want us to hate each other because we can't stop fighting. Maybe we are too fusional for the type of career we have and… I don't know but we can't keep on like this…"

"I don't want to lose you." The brunette choked before sobbing "I love you…"

Santana engulfed the diva into a hug. "I love you too." She kissed the girl's forehead as tears slowly ran down her face. "So much…"

They stayed in each other arms until they had to finish packing and leave for the airport.

After taking the ferry and the monorail, the couple finally arrived at the park. They were glad to see Kurt and Quinn waiting for them at the entrance. Santana hugged Quinn warmly. It was nice to know that she would have someone to talk to during the weekend.

"You look like shit!" Quinn exclaimed as she dragged Santana toward the reception and away from the others.

"Jeez, thanks for the nice words, Q!" Santana scowled but let Quinn loop arms with her.

The blonde frowned and nudged her friend. "What's up with the grumpy face? Are you okay?"

"Honestly, I don't know…" The raven-haired girl confessed. She looked around her. The park was crowded with people, families with children and groups of friends. The main road leading to the attractions was full of shops and restaurants. They would have time to see everything but for now, they were heading toward the visitor center.

"Rachel?" The writer asked.

"Rachel…"

Quinn hugged her arm tightly. "Do you want to talk about it?"

The tan girl darted behind her shoulder and saw Rachel and Kurt talk quietly. She shook her head. "Not right now."

"Come on, it's hot and sunny, let's drink margaritas and have fun!" The blonde declared.

"I thought Sue was giving us a tour." As they reached the building, Santana opened the door and let Quinn go in first. She held the door for Kurt before joining the blonde again.

"She will but as soon as she's done. I don't think I can survive this long weekend sober so we need to find a bar." The writer stopped next to Mercedes and Brittany who were already there.

"Amen sister." The Latina looked sadly at Rachel before moving to hug Brittany.

Once everyone arrived in the building and greeted each other, a hostess led the group to Sue's office. The room was big. In the corner, there were some gym equipments with a bar on the opposite side. A meeting table was in the middle of the room and the walls were covered with CCTV Monitors. At the back of the office was Sue's desk.

"Good morning losers!" Ms Sylvester dramatically swivelled around in her chair to face the group. "I'm glad to see you all here today, not because I like you but because I want to share with you what true success is! I'm sure your pathetic lives bring you joy but it's nothing compared to what we are doing here at Jurassic Island." She stood up and moved away from her desk with wristbands in her hands. "You will have a VIP access for all the attractions of this island." She handed them the bracelets one by one. "You will also have the privilege to have me as your guide this afternoon for a little tour of the complex. My assistant will explain the rest. I'll see you all at the reception at 1PM sharp! Dismiss!"

The group exited the office and waited for the assistant to give them instructions. "Hey, my name is Wendy and I will be your main interlocutor for the duration of your stay. If you need something, I'm the one you need to contact. Please try not to contact Ms Sylvester for no reason, she is, after all, a busy woman. Now, if you want to follow me, I will show you your hotel."

The girl led them to the hotel complex and continued her explanation in the lobby. "In your room, you will find a file with all the information regarding the Island and my contact number. Now that it's done, I'm gonna call your names and give you a badge that you'll have to wear in some restricted areas. Then, one of our hosts or hostesses will lead you to your room." The redhead smiled at them before looking at her notes. "Mr and Mrs Puckerman."

"Hey Puck, is Lauren a part of the new attraction?" Santana sneered as she stared at Noah's wife.

"Shut it Lopez or I'll feed you to the dinosaurs!" Lauren threatened.

"Oohhh, I'm so scared!" The Latina replied as the couple followed their hostess.

"Mr and Mrs Cohen Chang." Tina and Mike grabbed their badges and left the lobby with their host.

"Mrs and Mrs Berry-Lopez?" The assistant called without looking up for her notes. When she was only met by silence, she raised her head up. "Aren't they here?" The redhead darted around the group.

Rachel cleared her throat and took a step forward. "We are but I'm afraid there has been a mistake, we… hum. It's Ms Lopez and Ms Berry. We are not…"

"Oh you're not married? I'm sorry, Ms Sylvester said… Nevermind, we can fix this if you want." Wendy offered.

Santana looked at her girlfriend who seemed clearly hurt by the slip-up - which wasn't a surprise after their last talk - and decided to drop the matter. She grabbed the diva's hand and squeezed it. "No it's okay. Give me the badges, we'd like to see our room now."

"Of course." The assistant smiled as she handed her the badges. "Just follow Paul, please."

Paul showed the couple their room. The suite was big, Sue definitely didn't go cheap on them. There were a king sized bed, a huge bathroom with a jacuzzi bath, a lounge area and a balcony with view on the island.

As soon as they were alone in the room, the diva spoke again. "Did you say something to Sue? Because if it was a joke, it was not funny, Santana!"

"Why would I say something to Sue of all people?" Santana dropped her purse on the bed and moved to her suitcase which had been brought in at their arrival. "Only Quinn and Kurt know about our couple's problems and I don't think they would gossip about it."

"Then why did Wendy call us Mrs and Mrs Berry-Lopez when she had no reason to?" Rachel crossed her arms and leaned against the door.

"Why is it bothering you so much?" The Latina opened her suitcase and grabbed a pair of short and a tank top. It was too hot outside to stay in jeans. Rachel was already wearing the denim shorts and the summer boots that she had bought for her as a gift a few months ago. Somehow, it meant that despite everything, they still cared.

"Because it's not like we were happily engaged or engaged at all!" The brunette cried frustrated as she made her way toward the bed. "A few hours ago you talked about breaking up with me…"

"I never said I wanted to break up with you, don't put words in my mouth." The tan girl removed her t-shirt and slipped into her white tank top.

"Well it felt like it…" The Jewish girl trailed off as she sat on the bed.

"Oh my god. Seriously?!" The raven-haired girl exclaimed exasperated. She had hoped this weekend would give them a break from all the fighting but it didn't seem like it "We're not even here for 2 hours and we are already fighting?!"

"We are not fighting, we are merely talking." Rachel rested her hands on her lap and lowered her eyes.

"No, we're not." Santana quickly changed into her black shorts. "Listen, Quinn is waiting for me so go have fun with Kurt and the others, I'll see you at 1."

"You won't even eat lunch with me?" The diva asked with her voice full of hurt.

The former cheerleader ran her hand through her hair and sighed. The more she stayed, the more likely they would fight. They both needed a break so it was better to spend some time apart with their friends, even though it broke her heart to leave Rachel right now. "I'm sorry but I'm sure Kurt will keep you company." She kissed the brunette's cheek and left the room.

At 1 PM, all the former gleeks met Sue for their tour of the island. A few Jeeps were parked in front of the visitor center, ready to drive them around the park.

"Alright, Streisand and Boob Mcgee, you're in the car with me. The others, just choose a car and sit in it with who you want, I don't care." Sue announced. She waited for Rachel and Santana to join her in the jeep before speaking again. "I heard there was a problem with Wendy during the registration."

The Latina who had chose to sit in the passenger seat, frowned. "Why do you care?"

Ms Sylvester started the car and drove off. "I don't but I care about good publicity and customer satisfaction."

"Did you do it on purpose?" Rachel asked from the back seat. "I don't understand what you could gain from this."

"Like I said I don't care about your private life. You are practically married, even though I never saw that one coming, so I don't really see where the problem is." Sue slowed downed the car as they approached the creation lab.

The small girl glared at her. "We didn't ask you anything, so please next time, stay out of our business."

"What's wrong with you Streisand?" The manager frowned as she stopped the Jeep. "Are you on your period? You seem all wound up."

"I am not 'all wound up' as you say. Now, I would be grateful if we could start this tour." The diva huffed before storming out of the car.

"She still does that, the diva tantrum?" Sue questioned.

"She does." The tan girl answered amused.

The manager scoffed and looked at the diva through the window. "Doesn't it get old?"

"You get used to it. In fact, it's a part of her charm now." Santana smiled fondly at the thought.

"My god Lopez, get a grip!" Sue made a face. "Since when did you become so cheesy? Urgh, I'd like to avoid acid reflux so from now on, keep this type of comments for you."

"I really think you found the perfect place to work here. It must be nice to hang out with people of your own age and by people, I mean the dinosaurs!" The Latina got out of the car and slammed the door behind her.

Rachel was waiting for everyone to join her when a little girl bumped into her. She looked down and smiled. "Hey sweetie, are you alright?"

The small brunette nodded. "Sorry Miss."

"It's okay." The diva looked around to see if anyone was with the girl and frowned when no one approached them. "Are you alone, honey?"

"Hum, I think I'm lost…" The 4 years old replied, nervously looking behind her.

Rachel picked the girl up and settled her on her hip. "It's okay. I'll help you. Where did you see your parents for the last time?"

"I don't have parents, I'm with my sister." The child answered.

Santana soon joined them. "Is everything okay?"

"This little princess is lost." The Broadway singer explained, briefly glancing at her girlfriend before focusing back on the kid.

The Latina smiled softly at the girl before putting her arm around Rachel's waist. "What's your name, cutie?"

"Lucie."

"It's a pretty name." The Jewish girl tucked some hair behind the kid's ear.

The tiny brunette smiled. "What's yours?"

"Rachel. So where's your sister, Lucie?" Rachel inquired.

"Luce? Lucie, where are you?" They heard someone called. Suddenly, a dark blonde-haired girl made her way toward them.

"Here!" The girl squirmed in the diva's arms to be put down. Once Rachel let her go, she ran toward her sister.

"Where were you? Mrs Gemmer is looking for us."

"Ashley, I made a new friend. Her name is Rachel." Lucie excitedly dragged her sister toward the diva.

"You're her sister? But you're a kid…" Santana stated confused, looking around for someone else.

"I'm 8, I'm not a baby anymore." Ashley answered before looking at her sister. "We need to go or we'll be told off."

The tan girl raised her eyebrow. "Who's with you? You should be accompanied by an adult. It's not safe."

"We are with our friends and Mrs Gemmer." Lucie said as she started playing with Rachel's bracelet.

"Who's Mrs Gemmer?" Rachel questioned, amused by the girl's antic.

The Latina smiled at their interaction. Watching Rachel be maternal was such a bittersweet feeling. It was all she wanted and at the same time, all she could lose. She was about to talk when someone interrupted her.

"It's me." A tall woman approached them. "I'm sorry. We lost them in the crowd. I hope they didn't bother you."

The diva smiled politely. "No, not at all. We were trying to help them find you."

"Thank you, it's really nice of you." The woman with pepper-salt hair took the girls' hands. "Let's go girls, the group is waiting for us. Thank you again ladies."

"You're welcome." The brunette grinned and waved goodbye at Lucie. She watched them leave until she noticed a badge on the older girl's backpack. "Clarence children's home?"

"Sue offers free stay now and then to poor kids and organisations." The raven-haired girl shrugged.

"That's… very thoughtful of her." The Jewish girl admitted.

"Lopez, get your ass over here, I'm about to start explaining and I don't like to repeat myself." Sue shouted from behind them.

Santana offered her hand for the diva to take and smiled. "Come on, let's join everyone."

The group entered the creation lab and followed Sue as she explained how the scientists extracted the DNA of the different species to bring dinosaurs back to life. "And for the first time ever, we created a genetic hybrid from scratch. We mixed the DNA of different dinosaurs to create the most fearsome carnivore and since I expect everyone to be terrified of it, I decided to call it the Sylvester-Rex."

"Isn't it dangerous?" Rachel questioned as she watched the scientists monitor some eggs.

"Who cares, that's awesome!" Puck exclaimed excited.

The diva rolled her eyes. "I mean, do you even know the consequences of this mixing on the long term or are you only playing the sorcerer's apprentice?"

"Oh come on, Rach, don't be a buzz kill!" Finn declared, his eyes glued to the window delimiting the lab.

"Shut-it Hudson or I'll feed you to your sibling the T-Rex!" The Latina threatened.

"I think Lauren used the same threat on you already, you're losing your edge." Finn replied smugly.

"Finn…" Kurt warned, knowing how quickly things could deteriorate between the two.

"Okay forget the dinosaurs, I'll kill you myself." The raven-haired woman moved toward the tall boy but stopped when Rachel grabbed her arm.

"Honey, no." The brunette smiled kindly before pulling her girlfriend next to her. "It's not worth it, please." She kissed the girl's cheek and settled against her side.

Santana glared one last time at Finn before turning her attention back to Sue. "Well at least, Sue could answer your question. I know there are a few morons in this group but some of us have a brain and actually care about those things."

"For what it worth, I'm pretty intrigued too." Quinn said as she came closer to the couple.

"Well Sandbags if you insist, I'll answer Gayberry's question. I hired the best scientists and palaeontologists in the world to work on this project so I'm sure they know what they are doing and they certainly know better than a spear carrier, a pornostar and a penny dreadful writer." Sylvester answered sternly.

The Latina growled. "Listen, you crazy…"

"Okay, well this visit was fun. I think we should move on, now." Quinn quickly interrupted Santana before she could lose her temper. "Right, Rachel?"

Rachel nodded and helped the blonde drag Santana away and out of the building.

"That old witch is getting herself off by playing god. That's fucked up." Santana exclaimed once they were outside.

"I'm sure she'll understand sooner or later that nature can't be tamed." The diva stood next to her girlfriend, rubbing her back to calm her nerves.

"Well, let's hope it won't be too late." The blonde declared as she looked at the joyful crowd around them.