Heya, This is a random idea I had one day when I was watching all four final destinations (I'm unable to watch the fifth, so um, here it is and tell me what you think of it.
Desclaimer: I own nothing execpt the plot line.
"Which one are we taking again?" Brittany asked as the New Directions and Mr Schue arrived at the Ohio state train station with all their bags.
"It's train number 18 at the far end of the station," Artie read out from the mini map that Mr Schue gave to him on the bus ride there. Quinn's gaze shifted over to the clock. The clock's second hand was ticking faster than Quinn thought it should.
"Quinn?" that was the third time Kurt had tried to grab her attention. Then he followed her gaze, wondering what was so interesting. The time read 1:56. Their train was leaving at two.
They walked through the crowd briskly. They got to the train. Quinn could see the tracks beneath it. They stepped on to the train. The floor squeaked as if in pain. Kurt felt Quinn stiffen next to him. As the group found seats, the doors shut with a loud slam. It made both Kurt and Quinn jump.
"Hey, it's only the doors, why're you two so jumpy?" Mercedes chuckled at the two. The train slowly began to depart from the station. When it became a mile from the station, it picked up speed. Every now and then, the train would bump. Quinn wondered why a train would bump if it was on the tracks. What if, during the bumps, it…
Quinn looked out the window. She didn't want to think about that. The train picked up more speed and soon, she could barely see anything out the window as it was whizzing by. A small bump was hit. Quinn felt goose bumps on her arm. A bigger bump was hit and there was a loud screeching noise, causing her to jolt into Kurt. Quinn looked up to him slightly embarrassed and mumbled a "sorry" as she sat up strait. When she did the train lurched forward and the screech grew louder. Artie was thrown to the floor. When Puck tried to help him up, a cart flew down the aisle and into his body and crushed him and Artie into the wall with a CRUNCH.
Brittany and Santanna screamed. Quinn just sat there, horrified. Finn reacted and stood up to try and help his friends, but at that moment the train bumped harder and the glass window shattered onto him, impaling his flesh.
The train shifted and screams were heard. Quinn watched in horror as Brittany and Santanna's screams were cut off by the impact of a bump. Brittany's neck broke while Santanna's was spun almost the full 360. Mike and Tina were two of the people screaming, but with another jerk of the train, they flew up and hit the window. Blood spurted out of their heads.
The train turned on it's side and slid off the tracks onto the dirt it had been travelling along. Lauren fell out the window that had shattered along with Rachel, Mr Schue and Mercedes and was splattered by another car of the train. Quinn and Kurt were flung out of the train too but remained on the floor. Kurt managed to stand and helped Quinn up but they were standing on another track. Before they could react, the train that was coming the other way and made impacted.
"No!" Quinn gasped as she jolted forward; she felt a sudden weight fall onto her left shoulder. She looked down to see Kurt's head on her shoulder, he was obviously sleeping. She went to rub her forehead with her left hand but found that it was in Kurt's grasp, she blushed at the sight.
"Bad dream?" Mercedes chuckled, "you seemed pretty peaceful only a few moments ago," she gestured towards Quinn and Kurt's position, earning a blush to creep back onto Quinn's face; hazel eyes darting from her hand that's in Kurt's grip to Mercedes then back.
"Yeah, it was horrible," Quinn grimaced at the nightmare that had played through her mind over and over again. "It was about the Train ride to the airport. There was something wrong with the tracks and…" she held back the tears that started forming in her eyes.
"And?" Mercedes interjected, a sarcastic smile played across her face. But concern soon replaced it as she saw Quinn's expression. "What is it?"
"Well…" Quinn was interrupted by Kurt mumbling 'no's into her neck and his grip on Quinn's hand tightened. Quinn's concern switched to Kurt as she felt her shoulder suddenly getting wet. "Kurt, wake up." She slowly lifted his head off her shoulder, gently placing it against the back of his seat and tried to save her hand from Kurt's grip; tears were streaming down his cheeks. "Kurt! Kurt! KU…" she was silenced by Kurt's heart-wrenching scream as he jerked forward, his eyes wide with terror, more tears threatening to fall.
"They're d…dead," he whispered to himself, letting go of Quinn's hand and hugged his knees to his chest.
"What did you dream about?" Quinn placed a reassuring hand on Kurt's shoulder. He looked up at her and Quinn gave him a wary smile as hazel eyes meets pale blue ones.
"It was about the train ride to the airport, I know we haven't even gotten to the train station yet but it was just…so horrible," Kurt shivered under Quinn's gaze. "There was something wrong with the tracks and…"
"Everyone started dieing?" she asked, Kurt nodded in response.
"H…how d…did you know?"
"I had the same nightmare a minute ago," Quinn was ambushed by a bone-crushing hug from Kurt. She couldn't fight it anymore, she found herself crying on his shoulder."I think that w…we might need to st…stall everyone until 2 o' clock."
"Hey, are you two done with your hug fest!"Santanna snapped from two seats away. "What's so upsetting anyway?"
"The fact that we're all gonna die if we get on that train!"Quinn snapped back, braking the hug to send daggers Santanna's way.
"Seriously! You must be out of ya mind," Mercedes piped in.
"She's not crazy!" Kurt bellowed, dried up tear streaks where visible. "If we get on that train, then we're all gonna die!"
"Kurt, that's not funny, cut it out!" Rachel cried, trying to stand up but was forced back into her seat because of her seatbelt.
"Guys!" Mr Schue snapped, gaining attention from the New Directions. "Stop with the fighting please, and Kurt, Quinn stop with all the death nonsense, you're not going to be able to get popularity points by doing that." Everyone remained silent for a moment before returning to their conversations.
"How are we gonna stall everyone for," Kurt took out his phone to check the time, "for ten minutes?"
"I don't know, but we have to do something," Quinn pondered, her eyes fixed to Kurt's. She pulled out a packet of tissues and handed them to him, "I think that you might want to use these."
"Thanks," Kurt took the tissues and lightly wiped his eyes and cheeks.
"It's a good thing that you don't wear makeup."
"Oh, you'd be surprised," Kurt chuckled; he looked over to Quinn and saw her stunned expression. "Kidding, just kidding."
"Good, now we just need to convince everyone that we're telling the truth."
"Hey you know that death stuff that you two were on about before Mr Schue silenced you guys?" Puck asked as he turned in his seat to face Kurt and Quinn; they nodded in response. "Did you guys, like, saw it in a dream or something?"
"Um…yeah, it was so vivid. It was like those movies we watched last night, you know; Final Departure?" Kurt answered, looking past Puck and out the windshield.
"You mean Final Destination?" Quinn corrected him.
"Yeah that's the one," Kurt said, flashing Quinn a small smile.
"Now that's just out of this world," Artie butted in, 'how many more people are going to just but in like this!' Kurt thought to himself. "I highly doubt that what you two have dreamt is actually gonna happen."
"What if it does happen Artie?" Tina questioned him, obviously worried about what could happen if the New Directions got on that train.
"Look, just lay off them ok?" Mercedes jumped back into the conversation/argument. Everyone slumped back into their seats.
"Which one are we taking again?" Brittany asked as the New Directions and Mr Schue arrived at the Ohio Stated Train Station.
"It's train number 18 at the far end of the station," Kurt mumbled under his breath.
"It's train number 18 at the far end of the station," Artie read out from the mini map that Mr Schue gave to him only moments ago. This caused looks from Puck and Santanna since they were the ones who heard Kurt mumble the same thing.
"What if it is the same as Final Destination?" Santanna was actually getting worried about this situation.
"Then I get distracted by the clock which causes Kurt to try to grab my attention three times," Quinn mumbled to Mike, Sam and Tina. Moments later Kurt tried to grab Quinn's attention for the third time which caused worried glances from Mike, Tina and Sam. Kurt followed Quinn's gaze over to the clock; it was 1:56.
They walked briskly through the crowed and made it to the train.
"I can't. Please don't get on that train," Quinn begged, tears swelling up in her hazel eyes.
"Quinn, we are getting on that train," Mr Schue said sternly, clearly not seeing the reason why they shouldn't get on the train. He got on the train with Artie, Brittany, Mercedes and Rachel. "Guys get on this…"
"Mr Schue, Quinn and Kurt's right. If we get on that train then we're all gonna die," Tina interrupted.
"Finn!" Rachel bellowed. Finn sighed and dragged himself over to Rachel, inside the train.
"Finn?" Kurt whispered in disappointment.
"Please, get off that train guys!" She couldn't help it, Quinn started hyperventilating.
"Quinn?" Sam put a hand on Quinn's shoulder. "What's going on?"
"I…I think she's having a panic attack," Kurt answered, trying to keep her steady. Quinn slowly fell limp on the floor; she heard the train's departure before everything went dark…
"Kurt, she waking up," Quinn heard Santanna call from her right side. Her eyes fluttered open to see Kurt rush into the - where was she? Her living room?- living room of her house in her mom's fluffy, pink apron.
"W…what happened? Where's everyone?" Quinn sat up groggily only to be gently pushed back down by Santanna.
"Well, you and Kurt saved me, Puck, Zizes, Mike, Sam and Tina from being killed in a train wreck. Sadly, the others were too stubborn to get off the train," Santanna replied, putting a cool flannel to Quinn's forehead. "Oh, and you kinda had a panic attack and passed out."
"Everyone had to go home, but since me and Santanna lived in the same street as you; we're able stay here for the night," Kurt answered Quinn's next question as he swiftly put a bowl of soup on the coffee table."It's a good thing that you're awake though."
"So then I could eat your home-made soup?" Quinn accused jokingly, lifting up her head to see Kurt properly. He looked the same as before the trip to the train station, the only difference was that he was wearing her mom's apron, his clothes were slightly dirty and that he had small, faint bruises on his face and arms.
"How did you know it was…"
"You've made it before; I can remember the smell," Quinn explained.
"Oh."
"Was anyone hurt more than Kurt?" Quinn jerked forward, causing the damp flannel to fly off of her forehead and onto her lap. She looked closer at it and saw faint blood marks; she reached up and gently hovered her fingers over the top of a deep gash just above her left eyebrow and winced in pain.
"No, not really," Santanna replied, "everyone was covered in bruises but, because you two didn't get far enough, you got a minor cut on your fore head while Kurt," Kurt took off the apron and lifted up his shirt, enough to see blood soaked bandages around his flat, pale stomach." Got an awful, deep cut on his side."
"Oh my God, ar…are you ok?" Quinn asked, getting up too fast that she felt dizziness take over and slowly sat back down. Santanna sat down next to her and handed Quinn the cold flannel to hold to her forehead.
"Yeah I'm fine, it just stings a little if I moved too quickly," Kurt simply replied as he pulled his shirt back down, not caring if it wrinkles, and sat down on the other side of Quinn."Ok, you can either eat the soup or I'll clean it up and then we'll all go to sleep; seeing as it's eleven thirty-five.
"I'm not really hungry, sorry Kurt." Kurt sighed as he slowly stood up, picked up the bowl of soup in front of Quinn and trudded over to the kitchen to wash up.
After Kurt had washed the dishes (and the bowl of soup), he and Santanna helped Quinn up the stairs and into her bedroom. She surprised to see two sleeping bags on the floor.
"You two know that we can all just sleep in my bed," Quinn pointed out after they got dressed into their PJs, seeing as the fact of how large her bed was; you could fit at least five people in their.
"Ok, you two can sleep in the bed while I will still be sleeping in my sleeping bag," Kurt interjected, opening his sleeping bag.
"Why not?"
"Because of what happened today, if I get into that bed then I might become Santanna's new target to sleep with."
"Get in the bed."
"No!"
"Please," Quinn stated batting her eyelashes at him. When she realized that it's not gonna work, she got up and walked up to Kurt, pressed her finger tips to his chest and tried to sound seductive, "Are you sure you don't want to get into bed?" This had earned giggles from Santanna, meaning that Quinn was failing at being seductive, and Kurt just shook his head in response. 'Ok, this calls for drastic measures,' Quinn thought to herself. She got on her tip toes and leaned in close enough that her's and Kurt's lips were only centimetres away from each other. "Now are you sure?" Kurt could feel her breath on his lips as she spoke. She leaned in even closer and that was when Kurt found his breaking point.
"Ok, I'll get in the bed," he backed up away from Quinn and slowly slipped into the bed. Quinn slipped in next to him and Santanna got in on the other side of Quinn. "Good night."
