Hi! :) Here is the first chapter of my new fan fiction, but it will become very sad soon. It's a fic about the end of the world, so be warned. Despite that, I still want to make it sort of a happy story. Reviews on how I'm doing that would be nice ;) Enjoy!

(By the way, I know Quinn's age when she gave birth to Beth isn't right, but otherwise it doesn't fit in the story. It's of course supposed to be 16, but here it's 14.)

Santana's POV

June 21

"Come on, Britt, just jump!" I shouted at her, laughing.

"I'm trying, okay!" she answered. I looked back at her and grinned at the pout on her face.

I slowed down my bike to give her an opportunity to jump.

"Thank you." she said, trying to sound sarcastic, but the smile on her face washed the effect away. I sped up again, eager to get us home and watch a movie. It was a Thursday, so Brittany was sleeping over.

I raced over the path, making Brittany yell out in faked fear. My house was in sight already.

We entered the house, after placing my bike in the garage. Immediately Brittany lay down on the couch, as if it was her house. It made me grin like an idiot.

"What?" she asked.

"Nothing, babe. You're just being cute" I said with a wink.

She sighed happily and petted the couch for me to come and sit next to her. I sat down, placed my legs in her lap and turned the TV on.

"Can we watch the Lion King?" Britt asked me.

"Hold on, babe, I wanna see the news first."

"Welcome and thanks for watching. This is Emily House presenting the BBC news of June 21."

It wasn't the usual person presenting the news. It didn't bother me until Emily paid attention to it.

"As you might have noticed, I'm a substitute for the regular 'news man'." Emily said, a little too enthusiastic, emphasizing the words with her fingers.

"I'm sorry to say that Bruce Williams refused to present the news after hearing the following." .

Her voice wavered a little and I couldn't help but sno rt at her, so it appeared, lack of confidence. But the next words she said made my own hands tremble.

"Scientists have done a little more research on the both hated and loved, well discussed theory of the Mayas. And I'm extremely sorry to be the one who has to deliver this news."

Emily was full on shaking now, I could see it. I felt Brittany reach for my hand and I extended my own to grab it.

"It has been proven that, at December 21, the world will reach a temperature that is unbearable for every organism that lives on this planet. As you might have known, the Earth's temperature is slowly rising. From this day, the increase in temperature will be rising almost 1˚C a day. We will soon have reached the limit. Already, people from all over the world are making plans to travel where they ever wanted to travel, to do whatever they wanted to do, at least once in their lives."

The clasp of Brittany's hand became tighter, she was squeezing my hand so hard that I was afraid she might break it. It wasn't until later that I realized I was doing the same.

"So if you had plans for anything you want to do in your lives, go do it. Never fear again, life's too short for that. Never look back, live by the day. Because living today is the only time you're ever going to live today. I'm sorry."

Those last two words were barely hearable, being whispered. Tears were streaming over Emily's face and she was led away from her desk. Far away, somewhere in my frozen mind, I could understand how painful it must have been for her to have to give this news to the country, but at this point, I couldn't care less.

I heard a sob and I couldn't tell whether it was me or Brittany, both our faces covered with salty tears already.

I reached my free hand out to wipe them away from Brittany's, my Britt-Britt's cheeks. "Sssst," I whispered, "it's okay."

I knew it wasn't, but Britt needed to hear those words, and so did I, I realized.

The silence, full of sadness, was broken by the tune of my cell phone, 'So Happy Together' piercing my ears. The words, which I had found so, well, happy, suddenly sounded empty.

I broke out of my trance and pressed the green button.

"Sanny?" Only my mom, my sister and Brittany called me that.

I let out a strangled cry and there was the voice again, sounding comforting and yet so empty.

"Sweetheart, it will be okay. I need you to be strong now, okay? You have always been the strong one, Santana."

I knew that was true. I had always taken care of my younger sister and brother, and my mom, after my dad had left a few years ago.

"Is Brittany with you?"

I nodded, then realized she couldn't see me and got myself together.

"Yes, we've just seen the news."

I didn't recognize my own voice, which sounded hoarse from silent crying.

"Listen to me, baby, I want you to pick up Nina from kindergarten, okay? I already called Jasper, the school just heard the news. They told the students and sent them home. He'll be home in 30 minutes, you could be back with Nina by then. Do you understand?"

"Yes." I said. Yes, I understood, but in a very primal way. I was just following orders.

"When will you come home, Mami?"

"I don't know, it's a total chaos at work right now. I have to stay here for a while and fix things. I'll be back as soon as possible."

"Okay" I said. "I love you."

But my mom had broken the connection already.

I looked over at Brittany, who stared back at me with big eyes, filled with tears.

I decided to be the strong one, like my mom said, and I stood up, pulling Britt with me through our connected hands. I pulled her further, pulled her into a hug, pulled her into my arms. I needed this as much as she did and cried softly into her shoulder.

"What's going to happen?" she asked.

"I don't know."

Parking my bike in front of Nina's crèche, I jumped off and took Brittany's hand again, so fast that it seemed like a reflex.

She smiled at me through her tears and it surprised me that I could easily smile back, like my mouth had its own will.

I opened the door and immediately found myself in a crowd of crying parents and kids. Most of the kids probably didn't even know what was going on, but cried nonetheless, upset by their parents behavior.

I didn't spot Nina right away, but when I did, I found her sitting in a corner, looking around with her big, brown eyes, but she wasn't crying. Relieved, I ran to her and took her in my arms, letting go of Brittany's hand.

"What's going on?" she asked me in that voice that I loved so much. "Why is everybody crying?"

"I'll explain at home, sweetie. Come with me, do you wanna sit on the front of the bike?"

I knew that was her favorite spot on my bike, she didn't like sitting on the back.

"Yes." she claimed, smiling, showing her white, perfect teeth, except for the hole where she was changing. She had got a dollar for it, a gift from the tooth fairy.

I couldn't help but smile back at her, and I lifted her to sit on my hip, walking outside.

Brittany said something to Nina, which I couldn't hear, and the I heard the ringing of my little sister's perfect laugh.

We drove home, mostly in silence, me now bearing the burden of two beautiful women on my bike, physically and emotionally.

At home, I made Nina some hot chocolate, because she 'luvved it so much'.

I made me and Brittany too, both because it was actually delicious and we could use it.

I couldn't help but find it ironic to drink hot chocolate, while, in half a year, we were all getting burned.

I heard the doorbell, sipping from the chocolate. I started to get out of my chair, but Britt was already on her feet.

She came back with my brother, red-eyed from crying, but trying to look strong and careless, as if he had to protect us. He was only ten years old, be he knew he was the only man in his little family, aside from a few uncles living in the South. Even though he'd never reach the age of eleven, he still acted like he would have a family of his own one day.

I threw him a smile, being proud of my little, yet so old, brother.

He tried to smile back reassuringly, but I could see the fear in his eyes.

I got on my feet and opened my arms. That did it. His tough appearance crumbled to pieces and I watched him break down. He let out a sob and ran into my arms, tears streaming over his face, into the fabric of my shirt.

I softly stroked his hair and held him tight.

I watched Brittany walking over to Nina on the couch. She sat next to her and pulled my sister in her lap, comforting her.

We sat like that until my mom came home and joined us in our silent watch, almost as if we were already dead.

The last thing I remembered before sleep washed over me, was my mom's arms around me, holding me as I silently cried, and her voice, explaining the doomed situation to Nina, in soft words.

June 22

Britt and I drove to school in silence, again, looking around us in awe. I never realized how beautiful the world really was. I could see everything, every little leaf on the blossoming trees. Every songbird, every bypassing car.

"Everything is so beautiful." Brittany whispered.

"Yeah." I returned. "I just never noticed before."

I parked my bike as Brittany got off and shook her head. "Me neither."

The parking lot was empty, aside from a few cars and bikes.

I recognized Quinn's and pointed it out to Brittany.

"Let's find her." she said.

I nodded and we headed inside, only to find an almost empty hallway.

Empty. The word I seem to describe everything with since yesterday.

I look around me and see a few teachers walking to their office together. I don't see Quinn anywhere.

"Do you think we have class or…"

I knew what she meant. The classrooms were empty. All the teachers were in their offices and all the students were, yeah, where? I started to walk to the only place I'd hope to find somebody. Somebody I knew.

Brittany knocked on the door of the choir room. She opened the door and inside we found… a mess.

Mr. Shue trying to calm down a screaming Mercedes.

"Those fuckers, they can't fucking do this to us. How can they! They should've told us earlier. I hate them all. Going all, sorry we have to tell you, but you're all gonna die. Lemme say something. I ain't sorry that YOU are going to die!"

I'd never seen her like this before. She's completely gone mad.

On my left I found an even weirder sight. Quinn, sitting on one of the uncomfortable chairs, had totally lost it. Just like all of us, I suppose. She was crying hysterically. So that wasn't so weird.

The weird thing was, she was crying on Berry's shoulder.

Man Hands' shoulder.

Ru Paul's.

Treasure Trail's.

Rachel's.

I couldn't call her names anymore. I just couldn't. Life had become too short for that shit.

Above Quinn sat Finn, with a dumb look on his face. No, shocked. He was still in shock? Again, I suppose I was too.

Mike and Tina embracing each other in a way that said, I want to spend the rest of my life with you.

I wouldn't be surprised if they could manage.

I really have to stop being so ironic about the situation.

Mercedes had calmed down and sat down on one of the chairs. So did I, pulling Brittany in my lap, not being able to part from her.

She looked at me and smiled, before Mr. Shuester began to talk.

"We all know what is going on. There's nothing we can do to stop it, but we can make it easier. I don't know if all of you completely realized it yet, but there's so few time left. I want all of you to enjoy that last time. I want you to do the things you planned on doing 'once' in your life."

The way he emphasized the word reminded me of Emily House, and I shivered. Brittany noticed, and turned around in my arms to kiss me. I smiled into the kiss and she snuggled further into me as Mr. Shue continued talking.

"I am so sorry for you guys, who haven't even lived the best part of your lives yet, but I also want you to feel sorry for all the pregnant women in the world, who will never see their kid. For people who have worked so hard, all their lives, to accomplish something, to make money, to raise their families, all for nothing. For all the ex-students who have just graduated, who are ready to make something from their lives. They never can."

He told me to feel sorry, and I did. Those damned tears, streaming down my face again, they were for every person, hell, every animal in this world. Nobody deserved this fate. Not even the worst criminals. Not even rats. Ugh, how I hated rats.

I felt that Brittany felt the same. So did the rest of the club.

Puckerman ran his hand through the squirrel on his head he called a Mohawk, and was probably thinking about his daughter, the cute little girl who had been placed on this world by Quinn Fabray. When she was 14.

"I want to ask you all to keep coming to school, like you all did today. I want to sing as much songs as possible. As you might have noticed, there aren't enough teachers to keep classes going, I ask you to come just for Glee club.

Today I want to sing Vois Sur Ton Chemin with you. It's obviously a French song, it's from the movie Les Choristes. It's about hope, and accepting your fate. It's really beautiful."

He gave us the sheets and we sang. We sang with all the hope that was left.