A/N Okay, so this chapter has been in my computer for a long time because there was no title. Now that theres a title, uploaded! Hope you like it. This IS a cowrite with Brittanyismyunicorn. We're both workin on it
Chapter 1
It was a Friday at McKinley High and all the students at were incredibly excited. They were only a few days away from summer vacation and couldn't wait. Everyone is excited especially the seniors. They finally get to graduate and get out of their hell hole town.
At this very moment the Glee club is helping set up the auditorium for the graduation ceremony in a few days. Even though everyone in the Glee club aren't seniors, the whole club decided to help their fellow glee clubbers and spend some time with their friends before they graduated.
Santana and Brittany are standing on ladders, putting up a banner on the stage and the rest of the glee club is decorating other parts of the auditorium.
"Babe." Santana calls out to her girlfriend, who's holding the bottom of the ladder.
"Yes." Rachel answers
"Can you get me another thumbtack from that table over there." She says and nods her head toward the table in the middle of the stage
"Okay but who's going to-"
"Puck!" Santana yells, cutting Rachel off
"What?" Puck yells from the other side of the stage.
"Come here!" Santana says and Puck quickly runs over to her
"What the hell do you want?" he says once he reaches Rachel and Santana.
"Hold this ladder while Rachel gets me a thumbtack."
"Why didn't you just ask me to get it?" he asks
"Because I didn't. Now hold the damn ladder." He rolls his eyes and moves to hold the ladder and mumbles something under his breath. Rachel shakes her head at the display and goes to get the thumbtack.
"Hold it steady Britt!" Santana yells
"Got it San!" Brittany yells back to her best friend
Rachel comes back with the tack and Santana quickly places it in to finish hanging the banner. She steps down the ladder and moves to the center of the stage to look at the banner. Rachel walks over to her and Santana cocks her head to the side and says
"Does that look straight?"
"It looks perfect." Rachel says and then leans up to kiss Santana's cheek. Santana smiles and turns to kiss Rachel's lips.
"You look perfect." She says and Rachel smiles and blushes. Santana hugs Rachel and hears
"Aw you guys are adorable." Quinn says as she walks over with her girlfriend Brittany
"Yeah you guys are totally sweet." Brittany says from Quinn's side
"I know." Santana smirked while Rachel rolled her eyes.
"So, what are you two going to do after graduation?" Quinn asked.
"Well I am going to NYADA with Kurt and Santana is going to attend a nearby college."
"Really?"
"Like I'm going to let her go to New York all alone and be away from her for who knows how long. Not gonna happen."
After a moment of staring at the banner Puck said, "I think the banner is crooked. Maybe Rachel should go up there-"
"Puckerman, if you try to see up my girls skirt I'm kicking your ass!" Santana gave the boy a deadly glare and he raised his hands up in surrender.
Rolling her eyes Quinn said, "You know I was sure you would make Rachel change her style."
"I tried but Tiny here refused to let me even buy her an outfit of my choice."
"Because knowing you Santana you would have given me the shortest skirt the store had." Rachel said.
Before Santana could attempt to lie Mr. Schue called for everyone over. The Glee club walked towards the teacher. Rachel leaned her head against her girlfriend's shoulder and Santana wrapped her arm around the smaller girls waist.
"Okay guys, we have a good bit of the decorations set up, but since there isn't any more gym classes Principal Figgins wants everything set up: the stage, the chairs, all the decorations. He was hoping you guys wouldn't mind staying a little later and helping setting up as much as we could."
The Club agreed, as the faster it gets set up the more time they'll have to plan before graduation. Everyone pulled out there cell phones to notify their parents then the group separated again with Brittany, Santana, Rachel and Quinn going back to setting up the decorations on the wall, which Schuester interrupted.
Brittany is making her way over to a table of supplies when she hears Puck and Finn talking, from where they're standing, by the edge of the stage.
"Hey can I ask you something?" She hears Finn say
"What?" Puck responds
"How did Brittany even become a senior? I mean I'm not the sharpest crayon in the box but…Brittany is an idiot."
"Santana. If it weren't for Santana I don't think Brittany would have been able to survive. Don't get me wrong, I love Britt but she just lives…somewhere else."
Brittany frowns and notices Finn is turning in her direction so she hurries to the supply table. She grabs everything she needs and walks back over to her girlfriend and friends. They are sat at a table and Brittany takes the empty seat next to Quinn.
"Hey, what's wrong baby." Quinn says while putting a hand on Brittany's thigh. Brittany shakes her head and says
"Nothing."
"Something's wrong Brittany." Rachel says
"Do I need to go Lima Heights one last time on somebody?" Santana asks, already starting to stand.
Brittany shakes her head again as she says. "I'm just sad that's everyone's leaving. I'll never see you guys again." They all furrow their eyebrows in confusion and Rachel reaches over to hug Brittany and says
"We aren't going to be far."
"Yeah. Q is going to Princeton and you're going with her to Jersey right?" Santana asks and Brittany nods.
"You'll be a drive away so don't worry." Brittany nods and the group fall into conversation.
By the time the group finishes setting up the gym its already dark outside. Everyone's tired and ready to go home and rest, but Mr. Schue had to gather everyone up to say how proud he was of them, which they didn't care about right now. Just as he was letting them go the lights cut off.
"Okay, who turned out the lights?" He asked.
In answer thunder echoed from outside the building.
"When did it start storming outside?" Quinn asked.
Before anyone could a loud scream rang around the auditorium, stopping everyone's hearts.