Is there a future in this doomed world?
A/N: I'm back pitches! I know it took me a while to work on my last Pezberry story again but Lena Luthor from Supergirl stole my heart and my muse was busy coming up with Supercorp fics. But since the CW is always there to ruin the fun and I can't watch Supergirl anymore without cringing at the abusive frat boy piece of garbage that turned Supergirl into a simple love interest in her own show, I decided to take a break and go back to Pezberry. At least Glee is over, they can't ruin characters more than they did in the last season.
Anyway, here's a Pezberry zombie story. I have to admit, Resident Evil: last chapter fed my inspiration a bit too, I mean, Claire Redfield can call me whenever. I think I have a type, badass women who take no shit. So I hope there are still people interested in this ship, let me know what you think of the first chapter.
Disclaimers: I don't own glee
WARNING: death, violence, suicide
Context: Set a few years after high school. Most of the gleeks are graduating. Rachel and Kurt stayed in NYADA to finish their degrees, Santana found a job as a singer in a lounge bar while taking classes at a community college. Rachel and Santana are single but had grown a lot closer over the years, somehow oblivious to their feelings. Finn never left the army and Puck is still in the Air force.
Blaine and Kurt broke up when Kurt went to New York so Blaine decided to take a fresh start in New Orleans where he's studying theatre. He used his connections to produce a small play he wrote while still in college.
To celebrate their graduation and show Blaine their support, some of the gleeks decided to go to Blaine's premiere and enjoy a few days in New Orleans. Their little vacations took a turn for the worse when an outbreak spread panic all over town and soon, the world.
After their exhausting trip, Rachel and Santana were glad to finally settle in their hotel room. They had decided to share a room to save money while Kurt was sharing his room with his boyfriend Adam since he didn't want to come unaccompanied.
Since they were supposed to meet Blaine and the others for dinner, the girls started to get ready. While Rachel was in the shower, Santana was lying on her bed, texting Quinn. 'We just settled in our room, the hotel is okay. When are you supposed to arrive?'
Quinn: 'My plane got delayed but I'm leaving the airport now. Still can't believe you chose to share a room with Berry.'
Santana frowned at the answer. She didn't know what the big deal was. 'We're roommates and you said you didn't know how long you could stay so I wasn't about to pay for the room alone.'
Quinn: 'Whatever you say… I'm almost out of battery. Text you when I'm there.'
"That bitch…" The Latina exclaimed under her breath just when Rachel came out of the bathroom.
"Did you say something?" Rachel asked.
"No." The tan girl stood up and went to her suitcase to gather her clothes so she could shower.
The petite girl started drying her hair with a towel. "I still can't believe Blaine managed to produce his musical. I mean, it's huge for someone his age!"
Santana snorted. "Don't be jealous, I think it's more due to his sugar daddy than his talent."
The brunette gasped. "Santana, that's mean!"
"I'm just keeping it real!" The raven-haired girl declared. "And don't pretend you're not annoyed he didn't offer you a role." She watched as Rachel grabbed one of her jackets from her suitcase. The diva had been borrowing her clothes for a while now but she never thought she would do it right in front of her. Right now, she was too tired to care.
"I'll have you know that I am proud of my friends' accomplishments, no matter big or small." Rachel huffed, putting the jacket on her bed. "And to be perfectly honest, I read the play, it's not really for me but Blaine promised me he would write a role for me in the next one."
The Latina chuckled. "Of course you asked." She shook her head.
"I hope you'll restrain yourself from making such comments tonight. We are here to support Blaine and enjoy our vacations before taking the big leap into adulthood, not to start petty fight."
The tan girl scoffed. "Whatever, you're not my mom or my girlfriend, so I'll say whatever I want, Berry." She grabbed her stuff and walked toward the bathroom.
Rachel sighed. "Why do I bother?"
Rachel and Santana entered the restaurant with Quinn, Kurt and Adam. They were surprised to see they were the last ones to arrive. Finn and Puck were already at the table. Despite being invited, the other members of their little group weren't able to make it.
After some light chit chat, Blaine thanked them all for being here and clinked his glass to make a toast. "I want to thank you all again for being here tonight, it means a lot to me. I wish more of you could have made it but I understand that some of our friends are still in college or have a busy schedule like Mercedes…"
Santana leaned to the side and whispered in Quinn's ear. "What are Dumb and Dumber doing here? I thought they were away on a mission or something?"
"I thought so too but I got a text from Tina. She said Mike decided to stay with her because the only reason Finn wanted to be here was for Rachel. He wanted them to help him woo her back. They met in Lima and took a road trip to here." Quinn explained.
"What?" The Latina said louder than she expected.
"Annndd…" Blaine glared at her before continuing his speech.
Santana glared back before looking at Quinn. "For real?"
"That's what Tina told me. I wouldn't be surprised if it was true, though." The blonde confessed. "Rachel just graduated; maybe he thinks that if it doesn't work out for her, she'll go back to Lima with him."
"What?!" The raven-haired girl exclaimed loudly again.
"Santana!" Rachel whispered-yelled. "Don't be rude!"
"Whatever. He's having his big night tomorrow, yay!" Santana reached for her glass and raised it in the air. "Congrats, now can we eat?"
Blaine sighed. "Well I guess since everyone is talking, I'd better finish my speech. Thank you everyone and especially George, my amazing boyfriend." He smiled before kissing him.
The Latina made a face before once again turning her attention toward Quinn. "That's pathetic. How can he believe she's not gonna make it? And worse, how can he think she would go back to Lima with him?"
Quinn shrugged. "Why do you care?"
"I don't," The tan girl scowled. "But even I know she deserves better than Finnocence."
The blonde smirked. "Oh really?"
The raven-haired girl raised an eyebrow defiantly. "What is that supposed to mean?"
"It means…" Quinn started before being interrupted by an annoyed Rachel.
"Quinn! I'm sure you are eager to catch up with Santana but maybe it could wait for another time." The diva glared at her friends.
"Jeez, it's not boot camp! I'm here to enjoy my time not to be bossed around as if it was glee club all over again." The blonde answered back, slightly annoyed by the constant interruption.
The brunette gasped. "I…"
"Ladies, please." Kurt interrupted. "Let's order, shall we."
Everyone looked at their menus except for Santana who leaned toward Quinn again. "If she keeps me up all night because she needs to bitch about your comment, I'm gonna ends you." She threatened before taking a sip of her cocktail.
"Oh I'm sure you'd love it if she kept you up all night for another reason." She stated with a sly smile. Santana choked on her drink at the statement.
Rachel who was on her left side, looked at her with concern. "Are you okay?" She leaned closer to her friend and tapped her back lightly.
The Latina pushed the diva's hand away. "I'm fine."
Quinn's smile grew wider before stating innocently. "I think I'm going to try the red beans with rice."
After that, dinner went well. Once they left the restaurant, George invited everyone for a drink at his bar so they could enjoy the rest of the evening.
The group of friends had been at the bar for a couple of hours, drinking and chatting happily. Santana was laughing at one of Puck's lame jokes when she heard people fighting. She looked up and saw Adam and Blaine in a heated conversation. She searched for Rachel and saw her talking to Finn. She rolled her eyes before calling Kurt who was laughing with Quinn. "Lady lips, what's going on with your man?"
Kurt looked confused and turned to look at his boyfriend. Everyone stopped their conversation and approached Blaine and Adam who seemed to be both drunk.
"I was his first boyfriend; you'll never measure up to that!" Blaine shouted.
"Oh jealousy, isn't it the theme of the night!" Quinn exclaimed, weirdly amused by the scene as she sipped her wine.
"Shut up!" Santana snapped. "Is it a cockfight? Cause I'm not drunk enough to enjoy that."
"Adam, what's wrong?" Kurt asked carefully as he put his hand on his boyfriend's shoulder.
"Why don't you ask you ex-boyfriend? He's been on my back all night about how he got you first." Adam answered angrily.
"Blaine, is that true?" The boy questioned surprised.
"No, I was just sharing memories of the past." Blaine argued. "It's not my fault if he's not able to appreciate them."
Feeling the tension, Rachel decided to intervene. "Kurt, I think we should just call it a night and go back to our hotel."
"No!" Blaine shouted. "We're celebrating, come on, don't leave!"
"Dude, you're drunk." Puck stated.
Blaine reached for Kurt's hand but Adam pushed him quickly. "Don't touch him!"
"Or what?" Blaine pushed Adam back before punching him. Kurt's boyfriend took a second to recover and punched Blaine straight on the jaw before tackling him against the nearest table. They both crashed to the floor, glasses shattering around them.
Rachel gasped. "Oh my god." She looked at her friends. "Someone do something."
Finn stepped forward and tried to separate them but Blaine pushed him. Since he wasn't expecting it, he stumbled backward, elbowing Rachel in the eye.
"Ow…" The brunette whined in pain as she lifted her hand to her eye.
"Dude!" Santana glared at Finn.
"Oh my god, Rach, I'm so sorry, are you okay?" Finn asked concerned.
"No!" The diva cried.
Puck decided to intervene and grabbed Blaine lifting him up off the floor. "Stop it, man!" Kurt quickly helped his boyfriend stand.
"I think that's enough drama for tonight, we should go back to our hotel." Quinn declared.
"You're bleeding." George said to Blaine.
Santana pushed Finn away from Rachel and checked the girl's face. "You should put some ice on that if you don't want to look like you took part in an illegal fight."
"Let me help!" Finn offered.
"I think you're done enough." Quinn moved to Rachel's side. "You should help Blaine, I think he should go to the ER for his cuts."
"I'm fine!" Blaine said dismissively.
"You look like shit." Santana answered as she noticed blood on his eyebrow.
"Puck, Finn, you should go with them." Quinn commanded. "We're leaving with Kurt and Adam. Let us know how it went."
"Are you sure?" Puck seemed to hesitate. "You don't want me to walk you back there?"
Santana rolled her eyes. "We'll be fine."
"Okay." Puck nodded before grabbing his jacket.
"I'd prefer stay with Rachel." Finn insisted.
"No, I'll take it from here." The Latina glared at him.
"I'm not sure you're the best person to help," Finn persisted. "You don't even care about her."
"You don't know shit, Hudson," Santana snapped. "Besides, you're the one who elbowed her!" Without thinking, she put her arm protectively around the diva's waist.
Finn looked at his ex pleadingly. "Rachel?"
Rachel blinked, trying to focus despite her slight dizziness. "Huh, it's okay Finn, I trust Santana to take care of me."
Santana smirked at Finn's sad face before looking at Kurt. "Ready to go?" The man nodded and they all made their way out of the bar.