2 minutes and 17 seconds of bliss

Pairings: Brittany/Santana, mention of Quinn/Puck and Finn/Rachel (later)

Summary: This fic is kind of a Glee/Flashforward crossover, but the story is set in Lima and no characters from FF appear, they are only mentioned a few times. Basically I just copied the idea of the blackout from FF.

Spoilers: None in this chapter, overall through 1x13 sectionals

Rating: K+ should be enough.

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Chapter 1: Blackout

On October 6, 2009, the whole world blacked out for 2 minutes and 17 seconds.

Santana was lying on the grass of the football field when she woke up. What the hell just happened? The last thing she remembered was forming a pyramid with the other cheerios, she and Brittany were holding up Quinn who was on top of the pyramid.

And then all of a sudden she just started dreaming, a very vivid dream to say the least, featuring a certain blonde she knew very well.

Brittany! Santana stood up, still feeling weak in her knees, and immediately her gaze wandered around the other cheerios scanning for her best friend.

There she was! Brittany was just getting up lending a hand to Quinn, who it seemed had hurt herself. Santana ran towards them.

"Are you ok?" she asked, gently taking Brittany's hand and looking at her with a look of concern and tenderness that was reserved only for the Dutch girl. Brittany couldn't take it and looked away, freeing her hand from Santana's in the process. Santana looked puzzled and hurt at the same time, she couldn't remember Brittany ever letting go of her hand, especially voluntarily. But it only lasted for a second before Brittany spoke interrupting her train of thoughts: "I'm fine, but Quinn's hurt, I think it's her shoulder!" Quinn was wincing and pressing her hand on her left shoulder. Santana immediately went to get her mobile phone and call the ambulance.

Panic had broken out in Lima. It took hours for the ambulance to get there. Practically all the roads were blocked with crashed cars.

Black smoke had filled up the skies, buildings were burning. People were aimlessly wandering through the streets unclear about what had just happened. Screams could be heard everywhere. And there were bodies, dead bodies, a lot of them.

Unfortunately, the William McKinley High School didn't get spared. Eight students and one teacher had died during the blackout and some had been injured.

One female gymnast student became unconscious in the exact same moment she jumped on the springboard, she broke her neck when she hit the ground. The other seven students to die were all on the swim team, they drowned as they were swimming their laps. Mr. Connor, a history teacher, died hitting his head on the corner of his desk when falling down.

The cheerleaders had in fact been very lucky. Some of them could have easily broken their neck when the pyramid came crashing down. Sue Sylvester saw this as a sign of god, now she knew her cheerios were invincible.

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It was all over the news. It hadn't just happened in Lima, the whole world had blacked out. Millions of people were dead and nobody knew why. The other thing people all over the world were talking about was their "dream". But soon they would discover that this "dream" was not a dream at all, it was in fact a vision. A vision of their future six months from now.

William McKinley High School had been closed down for two weeks after the blackout. It reopened with a Memorial Day paying tribute to the deceased students and teacher. They had built kind of a sanctuary with many flowers and framed pictures of the ones that had lost their lives. Many students were standing or sitting there, crying and hugging each other.

Principal Figgins first wanted to hold a self-written speech in front of the whole school, but after countless times trying to find the right words and Sue Sylvester wanting to force him to include the invincibility of her cheerios in his speech, he simply opted for a fitting quote by Marcel Proust (and also because Final Destination was one of his favourite movies):

"We say that the hour of death cannot be forecast, but when we say this we imagine that hour as placed in an obscure and distant future. It never occurs to us that it has any connection with the day already begun or that death could arrive this same afternoon, this afternoon which is so certain and which has every hour filled in advance."

The speech was followed by a minute of silence. Santana was sitting three seats away from Brittany, Brittany's parents between them. She was dressed in black like most teachers, students and parents there. She also had her hair down, which is unusual for the Latina. The fierce and threatening Santana was nowhere in sight, instead she had a look of vulnerability in her eyes. She was looking at Brittany. The blue-eyed girl was sobbing and trying to prevent the tears from falling down by wiping them from under her eyes.

Santana knew that Brittany had been friends with Caroline, the female gymnast who had died. Of course they hadn't been close friends like her and Brittany, but the blonde was a very emotional person who wore her heart on her sleeve. Losing a friend was without a doubt very hard on her.

Santana and Brittany had barely spoken since after the blackout. There were no sleepovers or hour-long calls. Brittany's parents had told Santana that Brittany just needed time on her own to process everything and that Santana couldn't help her, as much as she wanted to.

Brittany wasn't the kind of person to think about death a lot. For her the world was all rainbow and sunshine, only happy thoughts existed, and that was part of why Santana liked her so much. Brittany had always been this cute, positive and innocent girl, and Santana worried about how much the events of the blackout would affect "her" Brittany. But this was not the only thing on her mind.

For a moment Santana closed her eyes and her mind drifted back, or rather forward, to her "vision".

Soft hands touched hers. Fingers intertwined. The most beautiful blue eyes looked lovingly at her. Complete and utter happiness washed over her. Never before had the Latina felt such sensations.

A smile was forming on Santana's lips, immediately she felt guilty. While everyone was mourning in silence she was experiencing blissful sensations. Snap out of it Santana! Nevertheless she couldn't stop thinking about it. If these visions really are the future, this means Brittany had the same vision as I did. She looked over to the blonde again. She was still sobbing, holding her mother's hand. Definitely not blissful sensations right now.

Santana knew she had to talk to Brittany. But not today, she was way too fragile right now. She made a mental note to herself to have a talk with Brittany tomorrow, when school would start again.

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Ok please let me know if you liked this. This is my first fic ever. Also English is not my mother tongue so I apologise if some scenes lack descriptiveness. If it's really bad I'll just stop writing ;-)