Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, fox does. I do not own, Rachel, Quinn, Beth, Kurt or Blaine. I do own Kayden, Maddy and Jeremy. This story is purely fiction made for entertainment purposes only. I hope you enjoy.
"You're home early." Rachel said walking into the house and shrugging out of her red wool coat. "Did you pay the babysitter?"
"We're leaving Rachel." Quinn said, frantically shoving things into bags. "We need to pack and we need to do it quick. General West gave me a heads up and assured me there will be a plane waiting for us."
"What? You're a virologist. Since when did you start getting headsup from army generals?" Rachel asked, picking Beth up from her playpen. "And what's Beth doing awake? It's nearly midnight."
"Please, Rach. Questions later." Quinn said, shoving diapers and wipes into a big diaper bag. "In less then thirty minutes New York City will be cut off from the rest of the world. We don't have much time."
Rachel bounced Beth gently on her hip and looked down at her wife with a questionable look.
"The virus has spread so fast. The infected, they aren't human. I need our family safe. We need to get going before it's too late." Quinn said, standing up and taking Beth.
"But Quinn." Rachel started, putting her hands on her hips.
"No time to explain Rachel. I have packed a few bags of clothes for you. We need to get to the airport." She said, putting Beth back into her playpen. The one year old started whining until Quinn stuck a pacifier into her mouth. "Jeremy is upstairs packing his bag, go help him while I finish loading the car."
"Quinn, what about Kurt and Blaine and the twins? Do they get to come?" Rachel asked, heading for the stairs.
"I called them and told them everything. They should meet us at the plane."
"What about—"
"Everyone back in Ohio? They have more time then we do. That's where we're going. Now enough questions. Go get our son." Quinn almost barked.
Rachel ran up the stairs as quickly as her high heels would allow. Her thoughts were racing.
How much time did they have? Was this really it? Would they get out in time? Would they be safe in Ohio?
Her palms started to sweat. She wiped them on her black satin dress. She pushed open her son's bedroom door.
Jeremy was lying on his bed, under his covers.
"Jer, come on. We need to go." She said, looking around his room.
A small pile of duffle bags and backpacks were by his door.
"Jeremy, we have to go." She said, sitting on the edge of his bed.
She pulled his covers back as the loud sirens started.
Jeremy sat up, burrowing into his mom's chest, covering his ears.
"Jeremy, I know you have problems, but this is not the time. We have to get going. So, honey. Please get dressed." She said, kissing the top of his head.
Jeremy kicked his covers off, showing that he was fully dressed, shoes and everything.
"Momma already told me to get dressed." He said, tears rolling down his cheeks.
"I'll take your bags downstairs, you pull yourself together." She said, hating that she sounded so harsh.
Jeremy, Quinn and Rachel's fourteen years old son, had anxiety disorder. He didn't react well to overwhelming situations. Most of the time when he was freaking out, Rachel and Quinn usually had to be slow and gentle with him. Rachel especially hated being hard with him because he was her son, biologically.
Rachel dropped Jeremy's few bags by the door to the garage.
"Baby, you might want to change into something more…practical." Quinn said, grabbing Jeremy's bags.
Rachel quickly scanned her wife's outfit. Quinn was wearing dark jeans, black Converse sneakers, and a black pull over hoodie with the sleeves pushed up.
Rachel kicked off her heels and ran up the stairs two at a time, not caring that with every long stride her dress flew up. She tore into the room and pulled off his dress and stockings. She quickly pulled on gray jeans, white Converse, a blue t-shirt and a red pull over hoodie.
She glanced around the room one last time before she left. Everything was disheveled. The closet door was open and the inside was a mess, their dresser drawers were open and half emptied, their private bathroom was a wreck. The only thing that was okay was their queen-sized bed, made up with white sheets and their purple comforter.
Rachel spotted their wedding photo on her dressing table. Quinn in her lace mermaid wedding dress and Rachel in Cinderella wedding dress. The couple was standing in a grassy field, smiling brightly. Next to the wedding photo was the photo album Rachel had spent so much time on. She quickly grabbed them and headed down stairs.
"We have twenty minutes to get to the airport. We can only pray that Kurt has gotten his family to the airport." Quinn said, shutting the truck with a slam. "Where's Jeremy?"
Rachel sighed and headed upstairs for a third time. She stood in her son's doorway and stared at him, sitting on his bed, wrapped up in his blue plaid comforter.
"Baby, I would carry you, but you're too big for me now." Rachel said, crossing the room and sitting beside him.
"Mommy, I'm scared." He admitted quietly, picking at a hole in his jeans.
"I know, sweetheart. Mommy is too. And I'm sure Momma is. But we have to get going." She said gently, stroking his messy brown hair.
Rachel stood up and looked down at her son. He stood up, still wrapped in his comforter, and grabbed his pillow and teddy bear. He slipped his hand into Rachel's and they headed down stairs.
He sat down in his seat in the black SUV and let Rachel buckle him in.
"Momma," he said, as Rachel closed his door. "Do you have my iPod?"
"No." Quinn said, starting the car.
"I left it upstairs." He shouted.
"Leave it. We have to go." Quinn said. "Rachel, get in."
"I'll be right back. He needs it Quinny." She said, running back into the house.
"I'm sorry Momma." He said, leaning against the window.
"It's okay, Jer." She said, trying to keep her voice calm.
Beth started crying as Rachel ran back into the garage.
"Great. Just fucking great." Quinn mumbled as Rachel climbed into the SUV.
"Breath." She said, rubbing Quinn's knee.
Quinn took a deep breath and backed out of the garage. She spun the car around and sped off in the opposite direction that everyone else was going.
"Why are we going deeper into the city?" Rachel asked quickly buckling into her seat.
"The plane is on the other side of the city." Quinn muttered, pushing harder on the gas.
"And they gave us thirty minutes to get across New York?" Rachel exclaimed, gripping the handle above the door.
Quinn nodded, jerking the car erratically around a corner. Jeremy started whining.
"Jeremy Andrew, please." Quinn said through her teeth. "We already have Beth crying."
"Mommy." Jeremy whined, digging his fingers into the pale leather seats.
"Jeremy, I'm sorry. But I'm siding with Momma on this one. I know you are trying not to, and I'm very proud of you for that. But if you could wait until we're on the plane before you start screaming." Rachel trailed off.
"Mommy, I don't feel good." He whined from the backseat.
Quinn jerked around another corner. She drove down a driveway and drove straight through a gate. She sped down the runway and jerked the car to a stop in front of the plane.
"I didn't know you could drive like that Quinny." Rachel said, climbing out of the car.
"You don't remember me driving you to the hospital when you were in labor with Jer then." She laughed, climbing out of the car.
"Mrs. Fabray, We were starting to worry." A fit looking young man in army camouflage said, standing beside the plane's stairs.
Quinn opened the trunk and nodded. "I said I would be here Harris. Are Kurt and Blaine here yet?"
Harris nodded and helped Quinn pile the bags into the plane. "All seated and ready to go."
"Rachel, get the kids." Quinn called out.
Rachel unbuckled Beth and picked her up, trying to stop her crying. Jeremy climbed out of the car and threw up on the black top.
"Is he sick, Mrs. Fabray?" Harris asked, running down the steps of the plane.
"He's just car sick." Rachel said, taking her son's hand and leading him on to the plane.
"Rachel!" Kurt said, jumping up from his seat.
He hugged Rachel tightly.
"Hi, Kurt. Hi, Blaine. Where are the twins?" she asked, looking around the plane.
"In the back." Blaine said walking out of a small door. "There is a big bed back there. There's still room if you wanna go lie down, Jer."
Jeremy nodded and walked into the back room, his comforter dragging behind him. He lied down on the bed in between Kayden and Maddy.
"Do you know what's going on?" he asked, putting his pillow under his head.
"Jer, I don't think it's our place to say. Maybe you should have to ask your moms." Maddy said gently.
"They won't tell me anything." He sighed, hugging his teddy bear.
Maddy leaned up and glanced over him at her twin brother. Kayden shrugged.
"Go to sleep, Jer." Kayden said, pulling the covers over Jeremy's head.
Maddy and Kayden were sixteen years old. They both had Blaine's black hair and Kurt's pale eyes.
Jeremy whined and huddled into Maddy as the plane took off.
"It'll be fine." She whispered, rubbing his back.
Quinn buckled Beth into her car seat and sat down next to Rachel.
"Quinn…how exactly are they going to cut New York off from the rest of the world?" Blaine asked.
"Look out the window." Harris said from where he sat on the couch along the side of the plane.
Blaine, Rachel and Kurt looked out the windows. Quinn stared straight ahead at the door to the cockpit.
One boy one, the bridges were blown up. The explosions shook the plane.
Beth started crying. Jeremy could be heard screaming from the back of the plane. Quinn didn't move. She just kept staring at the cockpit door.
Rachel pulled Beth from her car seat, trying to calm her down. She unbuckled her seat belt and paced the length of the plane, bouncing Beth.
Another bridge exploded, this time underneath them. The plane shook and Rachel fell to her knees, holding Beth to her chest. Jeremy screamed louder from the back. The twins could barely be heard trying to calm him down.
"Quinn! Help with your children!" Rachel screamed, shoving Beth into her arms.
Rachel stumbled over the bags that had fallen down from the overhand, trying to get to the back of the plane. She pushed the door open and dropped down on to the larger then expected king sized bed. She pulled her son into her lap, holding him tightly, ignoring the fact that he was screaming and crying loudly into her ear.
"Quinn! I could use your help in here!" Rachel yelled.
Rachel somehow managed to hear footsteps walking into the room. She glanced over her shoulder, expecting to see her wife but instead saw Kurt.
Kurt sat down criss cross on the bed and pulled Jeremy out of Rachel's lap and into her own. Jeremy, standing at five foot five, fit better in Kurt's lap then her own. Kurt gently rocked him back and forth, holding him tightly, whispering soothing things into his ear.
Jeremy's cries were reduced to tears and the hiccups. He reached out blindly and grabbed Rachel's hand, like he knew exactly where it was. Rachel scooted over and rubbed his back, resting her head on his shoulder.
Quinn walked in a few moments later, with a sleeping Beth in her arms. She passed Beth to Rachel and picked Jeremy up with a grunt. She walked out of the room. Rachel quickly followed.
"Momma, what's going on?" Jeremy muttered, half asleep.
Quinn sat down on the couch. Harris quickly moved over to the chairs on the other side of the plane. Blaine walked into the backroom.
Rachel sat down next to Quinn.
"Quinn, what is going on?" she asked, scooting closer to Quinn, their legs touching.
"Do you remember my project from about a year ago? We thought we almost had a cure for cancer." Quinn said, rubbing Jeremy's back. "We kept working on it. We had been testing the…the new strains of virus on lab rats. The tars showed progress, so we were going to start testing the best strains on humans. We found some terminally ill cancer patients…just incase something went wrong with the virus. Things started off well. The human test subjects reacted very well to strain A. But the patients with strain B and C didn't do so well. They didn't get better but they didn't get worse."
Jeremy crawled out of Quinn's arms and stretched out on the couch, his head in her lap. Quinn scratched at his scalp.
"All the patients had the same symptom though, they were all become very…aggressive." She sighed. "One of the ten patients—"
"But, Momma you said there were only three strains…you cant have ten patients if there were only three strains." Jeremy said.
Quinn smiled at her son. "Three patients per strain and one we don't do anything too."
Jeremy nodded.
"One of the test subjects bit one of the other scientists. He broke skin. We didn't think anything of it. The next day, the nine test subjects' vitals were really low. We didn't think they would make it."
"Mrs. Fabray. I don't mean to interrupt, but we are going to be landing in a few minutes." Harris said, walking out of the cockpit.
"We've only been in the air for half an hour." Rachel said.
"I know. We were instructed to get you out of New York and to the nearest airport in New Jersey." Harris said, dropping to his knees as the plane dipped. "A car will be waiting to take you to Ohio."
The plane touched down and slowed to a stop. A black SUV rolled to the steps of the plane.
Harris and Quinn tossed bags into the back of the truck while everyone else piled in. Harris climbed into the driver seat and Quinn into the passenger seat. Blaine, Kurt and Rachel were in the middle row of seats. Kayden, Maddy and Jeremy were squeezed into the very back seat.
"Quinn, is it air born?" Rachel asked.
"Take a left on to I-67." Quinn told Harris.
"Don't ignore me," she said through her teeth, passing Beth to Kurt.
Quinn didn't respond. She was gripping the handle above the door, watching the road like if she didn't it would disappear.
"Dammit Quinn Fabray! Answer me this instant!" she screaming.
"It's not air born. It's a blood pathogen." She said scrubbing her hands down her face. "Just stay on this interstate it will take us straight into Ohio."
Author's note
Well, there you have it. My first lesbian story. What do you guys think?
I've always loved the Quinn/Rachel pairing. And the Kurt/Rachel friendship. It's about twenty years into the future. I know I haven't mentioned it yet, but Blaine is Rachel's little brother. I like the idea of Rachel having a brother and those two just seem like they would be a good sibling pairing. I just figured that there should be a few more family ties other then children and marriage. Don't you think?
I know it's kind of like I Am Legend. But that's the point. It's not a cross over. It is not Glee meets some zombie movie, or disastar movie. It's...I'm rambling. I'm sorry.
Let me know what you think.
Oh before you go! I have a question! Who should be waiting for them in Ohio? Like what other Glee cast characters would you like to see? And what pairings of the remaining characters would you like to see? Please let me know. Thanks!
-Shelby