Hi again! Yeah, it's me. I changed my pen name, but same person :). After more that a weeks' wait, I have finally finished the second chapter to Seven Years Later. I'm kind of in a rush while I'm updating this, so it's not going to be as well edited as my usual chapters... but still. The second Episode to Seven Years Later is up! :). Enjoy! (I still encourage you to read Dalton by CP Coulter... it's amazing!)
Seven Years Later
Episode 2: Gunshots
March 15, 2019
Rachel blinked. This wasn't right; New York never had blackouts. Cautiously, she opened the door, hoping to see the two people standing out there before, but it was empty.
"I'm sorry, we had the wrong door number. Not that it matters anymore." A man called from the other side of the hall. He was dressed in a suit, and looked like a lawyer. A darker skinned lady was standing next to him. It was probably just a realtor and his client, Rachel thought to herself.
Turning around, Rachel walked back into the room. Just like she had suspected it was a blackout. Not a single electronic worked, and it was getting seriously hot for a March morning. Heading up the stairs, Rachel made sure to check on Kurt. Luckily, he had finished his morning skin regimen just on time.
"Rachel, we need to go out and find out what's happening." He whispered.
"Okay. Where's Blaine?"
At that moment, Blaine stumbled out of his and Kurt's room, looking pretty disheveled. "Uh, guys? Do you know why the bathroom lights won't come on? I had to pee in the dark."
"It's a blackout, Blaine." Rachel sighed. "We're going to have to go out an figure out what the heck is going on. Get dressed."
"But I can't see my clothes…" Blaine grumbled, going back into his room.
"I think I'm going to take the time to—Never mind." Kurt stopped himself. Making cookies in an oven that didn't work wasn't going to help their situation much. Sighing, he looked up at the dark ceiling. The thunder still crackled outside, sending shivers down Kurt's spine. By the time Blaine was done dressing, there wasn't a single visible light outside besides the sun, and the room temperature had risen to at least sixty degrees.
"Come on, let's go. I'm going to die in here." Rachel grumbled. The couple followed her outside, hand in hand.
"Kurt?" asked Blaine.
"Yes?" Kurt asked, turning to him. The shorter man was looking down on his phone, which was currently low on battery.
"They might cancel West Side Story."
"What?" Kurt exclaimed. He hadn't looked too good all day, due to the blackout, almost nothing worked. He was devastated; he couldn't even see the outfits he had planned. Blaine looked up at his boyfriend.
"You heard me. They might cancel the show. There isn't any lights or electricity to power the effects, and we're not getting any practice now. They seriously want to cancel the show, or at least delay it for a while.
Kurt frowned. "That is not good. That is not good at all, Blaine." He sighed. "I hate blackouts."
Blaine nodded and kissed him. "I do too." He mumbled.
Quinn's life was ruined. Literally. First, she received an email from her boss that morning, saying that the company's time was limited, and that if she didn't find at least 15 people to work at their building by March 20, she would promote Santana instead. Quinn had also yet to find an apartment.
That's when the power went out; along with whatever hope Quinn had left. Now her boss couldn't send any new employees to New York to save her. I'm screwed. I am so screwed. Quinn thought, striding through the streets. Suddenly, her cell phone rang.
Kurt Hummel
Kurt kept his cell phone number? It's been what, seven years? Shaking her head, Quinn picked up the phone.
"Hey. Didn't know you kept the same number."
"Oh great, it's you, Quinn. I was worried that you didn't."
"So why'd you call?"
"Oh, I just wanted to ask; why the heck is the power out?"
"Well last time I checked, I wasn't a technician, but according to the coordinates of the sun and the clouds… "
"Quinn, I'm serious."
"Well, if you were serious then you would have figured out that mayyybeee it was because of that storm?"
"Yeah, well we have out moments."
Quinn laughed. "Yes, we do. But how are we going to last like this for the next few days? I mean, I have a lot to get done and I really don't know how to get people to work for my company when—
"I think Rach and I could work part time to help out." Kurt cut in.
"Uh, what about the musical."
Quinn could hear Rachel yell, "CRAP!" in the background. "Yeah… we don't know if we got in or not… and Rachel, being such a smart person, left the envelope in the apartment. Our elevator's broken too, so we had to climb down thirteen floors to get down here." Kurt grumbled.
"Well tell me when you can. I'm going to try to find my way to Bronx. Bye!"
Clicking her phone off, Quinn head to Broadway. It was probably best to follow the route that the taxi driver used yesterday. She found the same theater that she was at yesterday, and started walking to the spot where she called the taxi.
Suddenly, a familiar redhead burst out the theater doors, crashing into Quinn. Again.
"Oh my gosh, I am so—
"It's okay, it happened yesterday, I'm fine." Quinn smiled, helping the girl up. "I don't think I got your name yesterday. I'm Quinn Fabray."
"I'm Chandra Ashman. As you can see, I'm a bit of a klutz."
"Yeah. Do you have any spare time? I'm looking for a few employers for the company building I'm managing."
"Uh, sure. I have plenty of time right now, if you're okay with that."
"Come on, it's going to be a long walk…"
"—It's the largest blackout in New York's history. Thousands of people are without power. It seems it will be like that for a while, one larger tree crashed a wall into the power plant, and the other broke a few cables in Brooklyn. There have been no casualties, and we are hoping for the best."
Finn groaned. I hope Rach's all right. Getting up, Finn hoped that he wasn't going to die today. It would kill Rachel. Shaking the thought out of his head, Finn climbed out of his bed and head out of the solider barracks.
The breakfast hall was already filled with the men and women fighting for the army. Finn decided on sitting next to a wiry looking man and a blonde woman. Setting down his tray of what looked like some sort of porridge (though it would never be as good as Kurt's), he started eating. No one said anything for a while.
"So are you going to tell us who you are, or are you going to sit there and eat?" the woman asked.
"Hm?" Finn responded quite dumbly.
The woman rolled her eyes. "I asked you who you were. Do you want me to repeat it?" she repeated in a tone that you would use to a preschooler.
"I'm Finn. Finn Hudson." He answered slowly.
"Good, you understood me. I'm Eve Heurist. This is Chester Branson." She nodded to the boy next to her. His brushed the black bangs from his eyes. If he looked scrawny on the outside, his eyes definitely said something different. They were dark grey, almost like a thunderstorm. They were also confident and prepared. It was as if he was completely expecting to die, and Finn immediately formed a lot of respect for this guy.
"So, why did you join the army?" asked Chester.
"My dad. He was in the army, but he was sort of crazy. Like, drug addict kind of crazy. He died right after I was born, so I never really got to know him, but I really wanted to rewrite his bad discharge from the army."
Eve nodded. "I joined because my mom ran out of money. I had to keep her alive somehow, and I don't have a very rich boyfriend."
"I joined because I loved my life, and I'm going to fight to keep the lives of people back home." Chester said solemnly.
"Chester, tell him the whole truth." Eve muttered. "I think you can trust him not to tell, he'd probably be too dumb to anyway."
"Hey!" Finn protested. "I'm not—
"It's because my mom didn't want me to. And I don't like my mom at all. She made my teenage years a living hell, and I don't support anything that she's said. So I joined the army. She told me I'd never make it home alive, I'm going to prove her wrong." Chester said with a confident voice. This kid was tough. Finn thought.
"Oh. That's really brave of you."
"Well not all of us have supportive parents." Chester grumbled.
"Do any of you know where to get a piece of paper and a pencil?" Finn inquired. "I need to send a letter."
"I've got some." Eve said, pulling out a folded up flyer from her pocket, along with an ink pen. The poster had scribbles all over it. "That's my sister's lost cat poster. I really don't like him, the cat. He's stupid and fat." She informed Finn.
"Thanks." Finn nodded.
Hey Rachel,
I heard about the blackout in New York. I knew email would never work; besides, it's very hard to get my hands on a computer here on base. I hope you're doing all right in New York. Did you get that West Side Story part that you wanted? You were really good.
I miss you even more every day. I just wish I could go back home, just to tell you that I'm all right. I promise you that if I do come home, you can fuss about whatever you want. The generals are talking about letting us go back in a couple weeks. I really hope that happens; I can't wait to see you again.
Do me a favor, go to that pizza place in Brooklyn and eat there with Kurt and Blaine for me. It was kind of our usual date spot, even though it meant that we had to wait for like an hour, it was always worth it. It would also mean a lot to me if you don't worry about me too much. If you already don't, great.
Things are going pretty slowly here at base; it's mainly a patrol or something every day. If Kurt ever asks—I did not put his coach shirt in the washer, Puck did that. I hope he doesn't go all crazy fashionista when I get back. I do believe I'm coming home soon, though. So uh, on that note… bye?
Love,
Finn.
"Who ya writing to, Hudson?" Eve asked curiously, craning her neck.
"No one." Finn muttered, folding up the letter.
Eve rolled her dark blue eyes. "Don't give me that kind of crap, no one's believing you, unless you're writing to an imaginary friend." Finn didn't respond to that. In fact he was quite clueless at how he was surpassed to respond to that. "Oh, you were writing to an imaginary friend? I'm sorry if it hurts a little but—
"I was writing to Rachel." Finn cut her off.
"Please don't tell me that's the name of your imaginary friend." Eve grumbled, twirling her blonde ponytail.
"No, I don't have an imaginary friend. Rachel's my wife." Finn answered confidently.
"Oh."
A very awkward silence followed. "Did you know that in every awkward silence, a gay, deformed baby is born?" Chester asked. Eve burst into laughter.
"Hey, don't say that about gay people, my brother's gay!" Finn exclaimed.
"Well, I didn't come up with it, Eve did. Well, Eve kind of came up with it. I said it was a deformed baby was born, she said it was a gay baby that was born."
"What? I thought it was something was struck by lightning?" Finn said in a confused tone. He wasn't getting any of this.
"Fine. A gay deformed baby is struck by lightning." Chester confirmed.
"Sounds good to me." Finn agreed.
Eve however, was too busy laughing her ass of. Literally. Finn was pretty sure that the entire army was staring at them at this point. I am so going to get a demotion, he thought glumly.
Quinn smiled to herself. Maybe this was possible after all. She had already gotten five people interested and signed up for an interview. For once, Quinn was glad that New York had so many people looking for jobs. A lot of them qualified too. Nodding at the resumes, Quinn put them away in her file cabinet.
"Hey, Quinn?" Erik asked. He poked his head into her office.
"Yeah?"
"I was wondering if you could come with me to—
"ERIK, GET DOWN HERE!" Santana yelled from downstairs. Erik put on a disappointed face and shook his head, mumbling "Never mind" as he left Quinn's office. Quinn didn't need anyone to tell her. Plenty of boys had asked her out in college and high school. At the moment, she hated Santana more than anything.
Quinn checked the clock. Then she checked the few scheduled interviews. At least five were scheduled today, starting at 2:00. She had about five minutes before the first person arrived. Taking a deep breath, Quinn printed out some now hiring posters with her number on them and put them in a neat stack on top of her file cabinet, which was a pale green color. Her desk was a light white, and her rug was mocha. A knock sounded on the door.
"Come in." Quinn said, sitting upright and taking out a notepad. Chandra appeared at the door. Quinn smiled at her and gestured for her to sit down. By the end of the day, Quinn had gotten four of the five original people hired, and they would begin work tomorrow.
March 16, 2019
Santana finished the paper. Finally. Now she just needed that stupid publishing company to finish up her book. If anything, Santana wanted to be a writer. It had started in her senior year of high school, when one of the girls from Dobry, a private school next to Dalton, convinced her to read Harry Potter to Brittany. Santana had to admit, JK Rowling had some talent for writing, and she had wanted to write herself. So she had signed up at Columbia for a major in grammar and economics just in case. Of course, she had gotten in, and Brittany had gotten into Julliard for her dancing.
Sighing, Santana opened up the page containing the bucket load of new applications for the new accounting building. She had no life here. If the publishing company would just publish her story, that would be amazing. She had no interest in a promotion, no interest in ruining Quinn, though she still quite enjoyed it.
Of course, it was no surprise that she liked interfering with Erik and Quinn's strange relationship. It was fun, after all, and it was teasing both of them. However, Santana was completely loyal to Brittany. Ever since they started going out, she had remained completely loyal, which she hadn't thought was possible.
"Hello? I'm Shane Anderson, I'm here for the 3:00 interview." A voice called from the door. The man that stood there was looking straight at Santana. He looked slightly familiar. He had dark, curly hair that fell down in tangles around his face. His eyes were a swirly, greenish hazel.
"Do I know you?" Santana questioned him.
"Uh, I've never seen you before, so uh, no?"
"Quinn's office is on the third floor at the end of the hallway on your right. Good luck." Santana grumbled, then she turned back to face the computer. The boy walked up the steps, leaving Santana sitting at the computer. By the time it was 6, Quinn had dismissed everyone, and Santana had decided that she wanted to see a certain two hobbits. Well, two hobbits plus a fashionista that loved Marc Jacob clothes.
By the time Santana got to Rachel, Kurt, and Blaine's apartment, it was dark. She knocked, but no one answered. Putting her ear on the door, Santana could hear screams coming from inside. She couldn't tell if they were terrified screams or happy squeals, so she did things the Santana way—she picked the lock with a spare paper clip in her bag, and threw the door open.
"Santana! What are you doing here?"
Santana took in the scene in front of her. Rachel was smiling the biggest smile Santana had ever seen. She was literally grinning ear to ear. Blaine was holding a bottle of champagne, and a glass that was half filled.
"I wanted to talk to Blaine. What are you guys so happy about?"
"Well, Rachel and I auditioned for a musical a few days ago, and we got the spots! Finally!" he grinned happily. "We're thinking about treating ourselves to dinner, wanna come? We need to catch up anyways, I haven't seen you since high school."
"Kurt?"
"Yes?"
"I don't think any of the restaurants are open yet, the power's still out." Santana smirked.
"Oh. Okay, we're eating here! Invite Brits!" he smiled, and threw Santana his palm phone. She dialed Brittany's number.
"Hi dolphins! Hi Rachel!" Brittany called as she walked into the apartment.
"Why is she calling us dolphins?" Kurt asked Santana as Brittany approached them. She was still wearing her leggings and thick-strapped tank top from dance rehearsal, along with a large New York Knicks sweatshirt that she had just pulled off.
"Because everyone knows dolphins are just gay sharks. Right?"
Kurt face palmed. "Shouldn't have asked." He mumbled.
They sat down at the couch and Rachel threw a match into the fireplace. "Blaine, do you know anyone named Shane?" Santana asked.
"Yeah, I have a brother named Shane. Why?" he asked.
"Oh, nothing. I just wanted to ask you, because a guy named Shane Anderson came to out office for an interview with Quinn today." Santana nodded, eating the sandwich that Kurt passed to her.
"I don't get sandwiches, why do they have two pieces of bread?" Brittany asked.
"That's just the way they are, boo." Santana answered.
"Does that mean Shane's in town? He said something about coming to New York but-
"Hey, Blaine, does that mean Reed's in town too?" Kurt cut in.
"I guess? I don't know, my phone's out of battery." He sighed. Kurt scooted closer to Blaine and put his head on his shoulder.
"I hate blackouts." He grumbled. "I have to hand wash my Prada jacket in the dark. It's hard and crazy. I can't even see if I'm washing the stains off right."
For once, Rachel felt jealous. Santana and Brittany were holding hands with their heads against each other, and Kurt and Blaine were doing the same, just closer. Where was Finn when she needed him? Sighing, she grabbed her jacket and headed outside.
"Kurt? I'm going to check the mail." She called into the room. Rachel put her purse on her shoulder and pulled out her keys, heading down the stairs. She didn't use the elevator anymore, not since it crashed on her last year, leaving her stuck for three hours waiting for the repairman to get her out.
The mailbox was an old fashioned kind, not like the upgraded ones in the other cities. When Rachel had gone off to Brooklyn to look for work two years ago, they had a bunch of highly upgraded mailboxes, like the kind you would see in the futuristic movies. Her part of Manhattan had never gotten those upgrades. Even the subways were upgraded now—though that was pretty good for everyone.
Unlocking the box, Rachel found their monthly rental bill, along with a couple of advertising junk and a letter: letter from none other than Finn Hudson himself. This was the best day ever. Grabbing the mail and slamming the box closed, Rachel hastily locked it and raced up the stairs.
By the time she was in the apartment, Santana and Brittany were about to leave. Kurt looked at her like she was crazy. Which, at the moment, was completely reasonable, because Rachel had just raced up many flights of stairs. Her hair was a mess and she was panting.
"Is there something in my teeth?" Rachel asked, quoting Wicked.
"No, but your hair looks terrible, Rach." Kurt replied. "What happened?"
"Finn wrote!" she yelled triumphantly.
"Okay, and we should be happy about the potato sack why?" Santana asked, raising her eyebrow.
"Because that means he's alive and okay and that he didn't forget about me!" Rachel exclaimed, as if it was completely obvious, and in her situation, it was. She ran into the room and hung up her jacked and purse.
Santana just shrugged. "Okay, good to know that your wonderful husband still loves you, munchkin. Now if you don't mind, Brits and I are going to leave." And with that, she left hand in hand with Brittany, closing the door behind her.
By that time, Rachel had already finished Finn's letter. "He could be coming home soon!" she exclaimed.
"That's great, Rachel. That's really great. I hope he comes back soon, Quinn could use some help, and she could give him a pretty good job." Kurt said, sitting down next to the disheveled brunette.
"Mmhm. I can't wait for him to come back. I feel so left out with you and Blaine, and everyone being so happy with their relationships." She sighed, leaning back onto the couch.
"You should hang out with Quinn more. I think that—
The lights flickered. Kurt and Rachel both sat upright, and Blaine's eyes flew immediately to the ceiling. They flickered again, but this time, the lights stayed on. Kurt squealed. "We have power!"
He then proceeded to run to the bathroom to re-clean the clothes that he wasn't sure of. Rachel shook her head at her friend and followed him up, Blaine close behind her. Rachel sat up re-reading Finn's letter for another hour before she fell asleep with it clutched in her hand.
"I'm really sorry, Quinn. I found my letter and I uh I just can't work here. I got the spot you know, and I uh, I really can't make it in time…" Chandra trailed off. She knew that she had really disappointed Quinn, but on the bright side, the orange haired girl had gotten the lead role in her musical. Finally, Quinn nodded in understanding.
"That's okay, I guess. I understand that the musical means a lot to you."
Chandra nodded. "So uh, I'm just going to go…" with that, she left the office.
Quinn put her head in her hands. Now she only had three employees. Since the power came back on, her boss was finally able to allow some employees to come over to New York, but only five had accepted. Quinn still had seven more people to hire by the 20th, which was only three days away. Suddenly, her Samsung rang.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Quinn! Come here now, they're having auditions for this movie called uh, Rachel what's it called again?" Kurt yelled, covering up the speaker on his phone.
"Uh… Para something?" Rachel called from the background.
"Paranormalcy!" Kurt exclaimed. "Yes, that's it. There are auditions for a main character down somewhere in Brooklyn. We're dragging you with us, meet us at the Times Square 42nd street subway station. ASAP."
"I don't know, Kurt. I don't think I can come. I have a lot on my mind lately; I don't think I have time—
"Nonsense! Get your blonde butt down here RIGHT NOW or I will personally go over there and DRAG you!" Kurt yelled into the phone.
"Okay! Okay, I'm coming!" Quinn laughed, stuffing a couple of files into her purse and running out of her office.
"Hey, Quinn, where are you—
"No time to talk Erik, I'm going out. See ya!" Quinn called as she left the office to call a cab. She didn't notice the hurt face on Erik's face as she left him in the office.
Quinn rushed to Times Square, where Kurt and Rachel were waiting for her. They waved her over, and literally dragged her back to the subway. In five minutes, they were somewhere in Brooklyn. Kurt had pulled them over next to a bookshop to find the exact address.
"Hey look! Under the young adult section." Rachel pointed to the store in Book Nook. When she was in high school, it was known as Barnes and Noble, but they changed their name a couple years back. In the window as usual, was a list of books coming out soon. One of them was 'The Sight of Stars' by Santana Lopez.
"I wasn't aware that Santana knew how to write…" Kurt mumbled, staring at the list. Quinn knew. She had seen many of Santana's papers for the company, but she didn't know that Santana wrote stories. She immediately sent a photo to Santana.
Then, Quinn used her phone to look up the book online. There was a preview on BN's website. Quinn took the time to read it as Kurt and Rachel dragged her to the location of the auditions, where she kept reading it until it was her turn to audition. Looking up, a man was standing there.
"Follow me, Miss." He said in a gruff voice. She nodded and got up, following him into the theater. The curtains were dark blue instead of velvet red. Gold tassels still hung from the bottom, and a part of it jutted out, probably where the orchestra should be during a performance.
Quinn followed the man out the other door, into a blank room. The walls were white with a few corkboards on them. A single desk covered with paper sat at one end of the room, along with a couple producers, the screenplay writer, and the director. Gulping, Quinn smiled at them.
"Hello. My name is Lucy Quinn Fabray, and I will be auditioning for the role of Evie." Quinn was told to perform a scene, which she did. By the time she was done, everyone at the table was nodding approvingly, except for a lady in a purple suit.
"I can't believe you did it!" Kurt gushed. "Of course, I knew you had it in you but Quinn!" he hugged her. "You're going to be in a movie!"
"Calm down, Kurt." Quinn giggled. "I haven't gotten the spot yet."
"Oh, but you will." Rachel couldn't help being happy for her friend. Everything was turning out to be so perfect again, it was almost as if all her hard work had finally paid off. That meant hours of annoying Klaine (yes, she refers to them as Klaine now) about constantly practicing their scales and pitch, even though she knew they had them perfected. It didn't hurt to practice.
Quinn smiled. "Look, I really have to get back to the office now, I have a couple interviews that I had Erik cover for me. I don't want to overwork anyone…"
Kurt and Rachel nodded in understanding. "Okay, we'll see you soon!" Rachel yelled after her. Quinn walked back to the subway station, where she used her metro card to get on the M train heading to Bronx. Right when she got off the subway, she spotted a little girl, about nine years old, with what looked like her friend and her friend's mom. Quinn wouldn't have paid any attention to her, but there was one thing that caught her eye—the girl's eyes were exactly the same as her own. Quinn's breath stopped, and the girl looked back at her. Then, the doors slid shut and the subway sped away.
Quinn shook herself out of her daze and head up out of the station. That couldn't have been Beth, could it?
March 17, 2019
A gunshot fired. Finn dropped to the ground. Their base was being attacked. He grabbed his gun and vest off the wall. Then, he scurried out of his tent. Eve was behind a truck, firing at a man who stood behind a truck that had pulled into base. Finn joined Eve. Chester was behind the car next to them, not daring to join them. A man was shooting randomly in between the cars, hoping to get at a random soldier.
"Finn! Look out!" Chester yelled. Finn ducked his head down behind the car, just as a bullet whizzed past.
"Thanks!" Finn yelled back. There was a crash as a bullet penetrated a window. Eve ducked as the second window shattered. Then, she stuck her gun up onto the opening and shot. There were a few yells as a couple assaulters fell to the ground. Then she shoved Finn's head so that it was behind the door.
"You're too tall for your own good." She muttered. Then she crouched under the car and shot a few bullets at the enemy's feet. A few fell and screamed in pain. Finn loaded his gun and did the same, with similar results. Eve was better, of course. Chester was on the other side by himself shooting like hell. This was the first time Finn had seen Chester in live action, and he was very good. He was constantly shooting at the enemy or warning others about oncoming shots.
A few hand grenades blew up a couple meters away from Finn, sending several soldiers behind the car next to him to fly up into the air and land with a thump on their backs.
Eve grabbed the collar of Finn's shirt and dared to drag him to the same car that Chester was behind. The trio worked to fend off the enemy. A dozen or so more shots rang out, and the windows of their car cracked and broke into thousands of pieces. Finn aimed his gun through the opening and shot a couple times. Suddenly, there was an excruciating pain in his right shoulder. A huge scarlet dot was forming, seeping through his clothes. That was the last thing he saw before he passed out.
Rachel finished her song. Kyle was standing in front of the stage, nodding in approval. Chandra came onto the stage, and started the scripted conversation. Rachel replied just the way that was scripted. The scene ended.
"Okay everyone, that's enough for today. We're going to keep practicing this tomorrow, practice those songs!" Kyle called.
Kurt came from the makeup room backstage and wiped all of the stuff off. He and Rachel exited the theater. Quinn was standing in front of the theater, with a huge smile on her face.
"I got the part!" she yelled. That sent both Broadway fanatics screaming happily. They both ran up and practically tackled Quinn with hugs. Rachel was pretty sure that the entire street was staring at them. Honestly, she didn't care.
"My little Quinn's growing up!" Kurt squealed. "She's going to be in a movie!" he then hugged Quinn again. Rachel too, was grinning widely.
Chandra, who had just exited the theater, walked up to Quinn.
"Hey, can I ask what this is about?" she asked politely, smiling at Quinn.
"I got the part in a movie I tried out for." She smiled.
"Congratulations!" Chandra cried. She hugged Quinn too, and left.
"Come on, we're having a party at our place." Rachel said, grabbing Quinn's wrist. "You can stay in our guest room too, while you're at New York."
"Really? Thank you guys so much!" Quinn smiled, hugging both of them.
They headed down to Times Square and took the subway back down to their apartment, where Blaine was sitting on the couch. He got up and looked at Quinn, then to Kurt and Rachel, then back at Quinn.
"Can someone explain what's happening?" he asked, confused.
"Quinn got—
"A part in a MOVIE!" Kurt finished for Rachel.
"Congrats!" Blaine smiled. "You know, we have some champagne in our cupboard if you guys want to celebrate…"
"Yes!" Rachel squealed.
"Rach? No stealing boyfriends tonight!" Kurt joked as Blaine poured them each a glass. Rachel didn't respond, she had already texted Santana and Brittany to 'get their butts over here RIGHT NOW'.
"Here's to us!" Rachel smiled as she held up her glass.
Santana and Brittany were there within ten minutes. They too, hugged and congratulated Quinn.
"Does that mean you're quitting the company?" Santana asked.
"Probably." Quinn smiled. Santana nodded. The group turned on the TV, hoping to get caught up on the news after the blackout. The 6:00 news started with the update on the post-blackout things, and then it moved onto something that made Rachel freeze. There had been a raiding on a military base that was situated somewhere in Africa; it was probably raided by pirates or terrorists of some sort. It was the military base that Finn was at.
"Isn't that where Finn's at?" asked Kurt. "Rachel?" he turned to face the brunette. Her brown eyes were blank and staring at the TV. Suddenly, her phone buzzed, shaking her out of her trance.
The words 'you have a new message' were printed in black text on her screen. Rachel tapped it and went to her email. There was one from the military.
Dear Mrs. Hudson,
Your husband Finn has been severely wounded in battle today. He had a torn shoulder muscle and a few cracked bones. He will be returning home for treatment tomorrow. He is still alive, but we are not sure if the bullet shot at him tore through his lung or not. Chances are that it did not, but if it did, your husband might die. We wish you the best of luck.
Rachel dropped the phone and burst into tears.
Okay, maybe that was a little TOO mean to leave you guys hanging like that... mwahahah :). I saw Wicked on Broadway for spring break! :D just felt like rubbing that in... it was AMAZING. Though I could probably never write a chapter as good as Wicked, I can still ask you to review! Love me? click that little blue button down there. Hate me? Click it anyways... you know you want to :3.
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