A/N: Hey Gleeks! I'm back with another chapter for you. Thanks for the favorites/alerts/reviews! Also, I forgot to mention that in the first chapter that there will be slight Finn-bashing. Sorry, Finn fans. One last thing before we get started. Most of the characters will be sort of OOC, BUT I will try my best to keep them in character. One last thing, this is going to be like a super gay fic. There's going to be more gay couples than straight. Yep. Trololo! Lastly, I'm so sorry that it took me awhile to update. I recently had knee surgery and was doped up on pain-killers. But, I'm back and can think properly now.
A/N2: Also if you want an idea of what my fic is based off of you can check out the glee forum I'm apart of on . The Forum is called: Another Glee RPWith a Twist! And it was 'doggirlem' who runs the forum that came up with the idea so, ALL credit goes to doggirlem. I'm just borrowing the idea. I will also be using some stuff from the RP, but everything will be different, like I said in the first chapter. So. Yeah.
Oh! And Happy New Year! Be prepared for a zombie apocalypse! I'm kiddin'... *Straight serious face* No. Seriously...
Disclaimer: I own NOTHING. Zip. Zilch. Nada. I know sad, right? Cassandra Rizzo belongs to DementedJedi. Maverick Cassidy, Shane Donovan and Mia-Camille Kingston belong to me. All mistakes are all mine.
Enjoy! :)
Two days later...
It had been two days since the group of survivors heard from Maverick and her team. They were due to arrive at anytime today. Everyone was beginning to get anxious. Of course, they were all handling it differently.
Mr. Shue and Coach Sylvester were at each others neck for some reason. Something about Sue still trying to destroy Glee club. Um, hello? What's there to destroy? No one's going to be dancing or singing anytime soon. Oh, well. Emma and Coach Beiste watched on in amusement. If only they had popcorn. Verona and Dwayne were sitting in Mr. Shue's office discussing plans and waiting for Maverick to contact them. The remaining parents were taking turns patrolling the school halls, jumping whenever there was an unexplained sound.
The Gleeks and Becky were hanging out on the roof. Finn, Puck and Sam were fighting over which video game was superior to the others. Resident Evil 5, Call of Duty or Marvel vs. Capcom 3. Artie and Lauren were talking about something techy. Mercedes, Kurt, Mike, Tina, and Quinn were huddled in a circle playing poker, substituting different sized bullets for poker chips. Quinn grinned while her companions groaned. She won again. This was the last time they'll ever play poker with the blonde. Brittany was sitting with Becky, talking about random things. Most likely about unicorns. Well, for Brittany it was about unicorns. Becky was just sort of tuning her out and staring into space. Nodding every so often.
As for Santana and Rachel? Well, let's just say a certain Latina had a different idea of dealing with her anxiousness. She and Rachel were tucked behind a small shed out of everyone's view. Santana had her tiny Diva of a girlfriend pinned between herself and the shed, currently trying to get Rachel to forgive her for kneeing Finn in the nuts. The smaller brunette wasn't budging. Though, she was showing signs of giving in.
"N-no, Santana stop," Rachel resisted weakly, halfheartedly trying to push said girl away. "I'm not going to f-forgive you, yet."
"C'mon, babe. I'm sorry, for making Finn into Finnessa. I did it cos' he tried to hit me and he insulted our relationship. Indirectly insulting you." Santana whispered between kisses against Rachel's neck. "He can insult me as much as he wants. But not you."
"No..." Rachel whispered another weak protest. She was obviously enjoying Santana's kisses.
Almost there.
The Latina knew her girlfriend would be giving in soon.
Santana resorted to sucking and nipping on her girl's pulse point. Rachel rewarded the taller brunette with a soft moan.
"I'm sorry, baby," She husked admiring the large reddish-purple mark she left on Rachel's neck. Santana felt like a typical teenaged boy marking the tiny brunette. She absolutely LOVED marking Rachel. "I'll make it up to you."
"Really? I'd like that." Rachel tangled her non-manly hands in her girlfriend's dark hair and pressing their lips together in a searing kiss. Santana grinned into the kiss. Right where she wanted the Diva.
Their lips moved together slowly. Santana deepened the kiss, swiping her tongue along Rachel's bottom lip. The smaller of the two parted her lips allowing the Latina's tongue to enter her mouth and dance with her tongue. It wasn't a battle for dominance. It was tongues doing an intricate dance.
"Mm..." Santana moaned into the kiss, running her hands along Rachel's jean clad thighs to her ass giving it a firm squeeze. This elicited a low groan from the small brunette.
Santana broke the kiss, beginning to trail hot open mouthed kisses from Rachel's jaw down her neck then to her collarbone. The Latina hissed a little when the tiny hands still tangled in her hair tightened when she slid a hand under Rachel's shirt and bra pinching her stiffened nipple. Rachel's body arched into Santana's.
"Holy shit!" Rachel gasps when she feels her Latina girlfriend bite down on her collarbone and began rolling her nipple under her thumb. "That feels so good, San. Don't stop."
Still biting and playing with her diva's stiff nipple, Santana's free hand made its way into Rachel's pants and purple lace panties then through neatly trimmed curls. The Latina growled against her girlfriend's collarbone when her slender fingers met Rachel's wet folds.
"That's so hot." A voice said to the left of them.
Both brunette's jumped away from each other. Santana attempted to smooth down her hair that was sticking up in a few places and Rachel quickly adjusted her bra. They turned to where the voice came from.
Santana glared and Rachel turned bright red from embarrassment. Standing there was their blonde best friends. Quinn was hugging Brittany from behind with her chin on her girlfriend's shoulder and a smirk on her flawless face. Brittany was leaning into the other blonde, playing with Quinn's fingers and staring at the Latina and Diva with glazed over eyes.
Rachel cleared her throat awkwardly, her voice cracking slightly, "Is there something we can help you with?"
"Breath, Rach. You don't have to be embarrassed. It's not first time we walked in on you guys doing the nasty." Quinn's smirk widened when Santana flipped her off. Rachel was close to turning purple.
"Totally hot, by the way." Brittany added with a crooked smile.
It was official. Rachel was going to die from embarrassment. The Diva hid her face in her agitated girlfriend's shoulder, hoping the ground below her would open up and swallow her whole.
"Whatever, FabGAY. I'd rather walk in on me and Tiny, instead of walking in on you two role-playing Star Wars." It was Santana's turn to smirk, as Quinn's faded away and her alabaster cheeks turning a brilliant shade of red. Brittany just giggled. Star Wars was her girlfriend's favorite role-play.
"Yeah, well..." The hazel-eyed girl failed to make a comeback. Quinn looked everywhere, avoiding Santana's stare.
If you really concentrated on the Latina's face, you could almost see devil horns poking out of her forehead. Almost. Santana was grinning maniacally, "I distinctly remember you dressed as, Anakin Skywalker in Episode III: Revenge of the Sith, kneeling in front of a naked cloak wearing Empress Brittany."
Quinn paled. Rachel was biting her lip to keep from laughing, her shoulders shaking a little.
"What were you saying again?" Santana paused, tapping her chin as if thinking. The Latina feigned as if she just remembered and did her best Jedi impersonation, "Oh, yeah. You said, 'What is thy bidding my master?' and Brittany said-"
Said blonde cut in, "I want you to use The Force on me."
That was it for Rachel, she burst into a fit of hysterical laughter. Brittany was still giggling, but comforting a beyond embarrassed Quinn who groaned and hid her face in the crook of her girlfriend's neck. Santana cackled evilly.
"Are you ever gonna let me live that down?" Quinn's muffled voice asked her Latina best friend.
"Not a chance, Geekoid." Santana answered still cackling, "Anyway, what did you two need?"
Quinn glared at Santana who now had an arm around Rachel. She straightened up and combed her fingers through her blonde tresses. Santana motioned for her to hurry up.
"Maverick contacted your parents. Your dad said they'd be here in about forty-five minutes. He wants us down in the choir room right now."
Santana and Rachel nodded, both still miffed that they were interrupted but followed the blondes anyway. When they got to the choir room, Dwayne was briefing the others on what they needed to do.
"Glad you four could join us," Verona commented before going back to listening to her husband. The girls nodded.
"They'll be here soon, Maverick will call when she's down the road. I'll need some of you to position yourselves at the second floor windows to give them suppressive fire. Verona, Santana, Rachel, Quinn, Brittany and I will be outside directing them to the cafeteria's loading zone. Those of you who aren't on the second floor shooting, I need you to unload whatever they have that we need and store them in the room next to the choir room." Dwayne briefed them. Everyone nodded and Puck raised his hand.
"Yes, Puck?"
"Why do they get to outside to kick some zombie ass while I'm stuck in here playing worker ant?" He asked in an irritated tone. He wanted to kick some zombie ass with his favorite lesbros. Not only that he wanted to show Lauren how badass he was and finally get into her sexy plus sized pants. The boy was never able to get her attention thanks to his non-romantic and thuggish ways. But he saw this as a way to woo her. An opportunity.
"Noah, don't complain. Dwayne needs you to help the others unload things," Rachel replied then pulled him down to her level and whispered into his ear. "Think of it this way, if any zombies get past us outside and manage to enter school grounds you can show off your 'mad skills' as you put it, to woo Lauren."
Puck pursed his lips letting the Diva's words sink in before a goofy smirk crossed his face. He looked at Santana's dad and grinned, "Nevermind, Mr. L. I'm totally cool with helping the others."
The man nodded and dismissed the group after instructing them to stay in the room until Maverick arrives.
XxXxX
"Dwayne, it's Cassandra. We're down the road. We need you to give us suppressive fire. The noise the trucks are making are attracting a very large horde." A voice that only Dwayne and Verona recognized came from the radio.
"Roger that. We've got you covered." Verona motioned for assigned team to go to the second floor. The assigned team left quickly sprinting up to the second floor opening the windows, taking aim and firing at the zombies.
"Alright, those of you not shooting head down to the cafeteria and wait there. Be careful, be alert. These things will sneak up on you. And be sure to ALWAYS have a firearm with you at all times." Dwayne commanded as he grabbed M4A1 assault rifle and placing a USP.45 pistol in the holster on his left thigh. Verona grabbed the same thing. Brittany and Quinn both had a SCAR-H assault rifle and M9 pistols. Santana went with a M240 SAW and a Mini Uzi. Despite her small stature Rachel went with a M1014 shotgun and a G18 Glock. Santana nearly took her girlfriend right then and there at the sight of Rachel with a shotgun. She looked damn sexy. But sexy-times would have to wait till later.
Dwayne, Verona and the girls immediately spotted the trucks down the road as soon as they made it outside. They could see hundreds of zombies sprinting out of houses, stores and the trees lining outside the town.
"Split up. Verona, Rachel and Brittany you three take that side of the entrance. Santana, Quinn and I will take this side." The man commanded, getting into a kneeling position and opening fire. The others followed quickly.
"Dwayne! Where's the cafeteria's loading zone?" Cassandra shouted through the radio.
"Keep driving until you see us. When you get past us take a left and the loading zone will be right there for you to park the trucks. After that, make sure you get the civilians you have with you safely into the school then you and your team can help us get rid of these damn zombies." Dwayne shouted back, before going back to shooting.
He didn't get an answer, but he knew the woman heard him. The trucks roared past him and the girls before they turned left. It wasn't long before Cassandra and two other women came running out from the loading zone to help them just as the zombies were getting closer.
The three new arrivals were lined up between Dwayne and Verona firing their weapons.
"Dammit! Where the hell is she, Rizzo!" A woman with black rectangle framed glasses shouted at Cassandra.
"I don't know! She's not answering me," The platinum blonde yelled back. "Mav's capable of taking care of herself. Don't worry, Shane."
Shane grumbled to herself continuing to gun down zombies. The woman next to Shane shook her head, "Baby, she's right. I know, she's your best friend, but Maverick can handle herself."
"I know that, Mia. Sometimes I forget what she's capable of." The Navy Seal sighed.
"Cassandra, where's Maverick?" Verona asked distractedly, reloading her rifle.
The Platinum short-haired blonde shook her head, "I don't know. She doesn't answer when I try to reach her through our mind-link."
"Shit! Dwayne, the zombies are getting closer!" Coach Beiste called out to the man from the second floor window she was positioned at. "We're gonna need more than just guns, Punkin!"
The zombies were indeed growing closer. Most sprinting, some stumbling and the rest dragging themselves on the ground towards the group.
"Alright, Mija. Let's see what you girls can do." Dwayne addressed his daughter, Rachel, Quinn and Brittany who all shared a smirk.
All four girls stepped up one by one. They nodded at each other before closing their eyes, taking a deep breath then exhaling slowly. All at once their eyes shot open.
Quinn's body was instantly covered by armor made of ice as she sprinted forward into the large horde. She moved her arms in a slashing motion sending ice daggers into the heads of zombies moving towards her.
Santana's eyes were now glowing neon purple as she opened them. The young Lopez kneeled placing a hand on the ground closing her eyes once more and murmuring a string of Latin words under her breath. As the last word left her lips, the ground under her hand began to crack and shake. Eyes shooting open she stood, taking a step back as the ground opened up and a dozen Demons crawled out. Santana climbed onto the shoulder of the largest Demon and motioned to the horde. The Demons let out spine-chilling battle cries and lumbered forward to join Quinn. The Latina raised her gun firing at the zombies as her Demons ripped apart zombies.
Rachel brought her hands together and began a series of hand signs. As she did all the surrounding shadows gathered around her. The shadows began to morph into black faceless copies of her and held what looked like shadow swords. The petite girl spoke to them in Hebrew before she joined her girlfriend and best friend. Pulling on a pair of black heavy-duty finger-less gloves, the Jewish girl started throwing powerful punches and kicks. Rachel roundhouse kicked a zombie taking its head clean off when it tried to sneak up on her then side-stepping another and snapping its neck. The girl back-flipped over a third zombie grabbing its head still air-borne breaking its neck before landing gracefully.
Brittany cracked her neck while rolling her shoulders. She flicked her hands in a downward motion and two sharp Katana sized bones shot of her hands. The blonde gripped them firmly before doing a couple tricks with them.
Brittany grinned, "This is gonna be fun."
She surged forward in a ninja-like fashion. The blonde threw one of her bone Katana's at a zombie impaling it through the head while slashing at another zombie before her free hand retrieved the thrown bone. Brittany moved with the precision and speed much like a ninja would, taking out any zombies that came near her.
Everyone was too busy to notice large hideously mutated dog creatures lurking in the trees. There were three of them, all had devilish glowing red eyes, sharp jagged teeth and blackish-green goo oozing from their mouths. The mutated zombie dogs split up. One moved towards the school and crawling up the side of the building, the second moved towards Dwayne, his Wife and fellow Seals, the last one made its way to the girls.
XxXxX
'God dammit, Mav!' Cassandra cursed in her mind knowing her Captain could hear her. 'Where the fuck are you!'
'Whoa, calm down babe. I'm almost there.' She heard Maverick reply.
'You better be. Next time answer me, okay. I was worried when you didn't. And I can't exactly marry you if you're dead, y'know.' The short-haired blonde sighed in relief, feeling better knowing that her fiance was okay.
'Don't worry, babe. And I'm sorry I had you worried. I'll see you when I get there, okay? I love you.' Maverick said.
'Okay. I love you, too.' Cassandra smiled softly before focusing on the last of the zombies.
XxXxX
Santana, Rachel, Brittany and Quinn slumped against each other breathing heavily. The girls exhausted from using using their powers for a long period of time. Santana waved her arm at the Demons that instantly disappeared, her eyes turning back to deep brown. Rachel muttered something in Hebrew and her shadow copies evaporated into thin air. Quinn let out a heavy sigh as her ice armor melted away. Brittany took a deep breath and exhaled as her bone Katanas receded into her hands.
"That was awesome, but now I'm hungry and tired." Rachel yawned, which made the other three girls yawn.
Santana chuckled tiredly, hugging the Diva from behind nuzzling the girls dark brown locks, "That's contagious, babe. But I totes agree with you. I could go for a double bacon cheeseburger, bacon fat fried French fries and an extra large chocolate milkshake then a nice long nap with you in my arms."
"I second that except, I'll have Britt in my arms." Quinn agreed, hugging Brittany closer to her.
"San, please don't talk about eating those poor defenseless piggies and cows in front of me." The tiny Diva pouted at her girlfriend who just rolled her eyes before kissing Rachel's pout away.
"Really? What's so wrong with tofu dogs?"
XxXxX
Silence.
That was never a good thing in horror movies. And it wasn't a good thing right now.
There was a loud sound of glass breaking followed by growls, a scream of someone's name and several gun shots.
"ARTIE!"
Everyone outside looked to the school's second floor window to see the zombie dog jump out of the building with the bloody and lifeless body of Artie between its jaws. Puck and the others came out of the loading area also seeing the creatures. And a dead Artie.
"NO! You bastard! You killed my best friend!" Puck rushed the zombie dog in a state of rage when he saw his dead friend. Because of his rage the boy's body was engulfed in flames. He hurled fireballs at the creature who dropped Artie's body before trying to flee only to be set on fire at the last second.
Breathing heavily, Puck moved to his friends body after the flames around his body died done. Dropping to his knees, the Mohawked boy cradled Artie's bloody body and began to cry not caring if it was unmanly. He didn't even acknowledge Santana's parents and the three arrivals when they gathered around him after dealing with a creature of their own.
XxXxX
"No, not Artie." Brittany choked out, running to Puck and the others.
Even though Brittany and Artie had broke up in their sophomore year the two stayed friends. The boy was like a brother to her. He was always there for her. Like when her mom was deployed in Iraq or when Quinn was having second thoughts about their relationship when they first started dating. Basically, Artie was her rock whenever Santana and Rachel couldn't be there. Or they were her 'island', she dubbed them when Quinn was being stupid again, if they were all there. And to see his lifeless body. It just broke her heart.
Quinn, Rachel and Santana were also saddened. They were close friends with Artie, not as close as Brittany, but pretty damn close. The three girls looked at a visibly heartbroken Puck and Brittany sadly. They knew the two wouldn't be the same now that Artie was gone. The girls began to move to the group. Rachel and Quinn didn't even have time to react when they were knocked over then a shriek rang out behind them.
"Santana!" The blonde and tiny brunette cried out scrambling to their feet. The shouting of the Latina's name gained everyone's attention.
Santana was on her back on the ground struggling to keep the creature that tackled her from biting her face off.
"Get off my girlfriend!" Rachel snarled, sending a flurry of kicks to its head while Quinn stabbed the zombies back repeatedly with an ice dagger. "Get off of her! You ugly fucking mutated zombie dog thing!"
The two girls were knocked away again effortlessly. Santana was growing tired and her vision was starting to blur. When she was tackled the Latina hit her head on the ground hard. There was a tiny amount of blood under her head. Gritting her teeth together she continued to fight the zombie dog off of her.
"I. Said. Get. Off. Of. HER!" Rachel bellowed punctuating each word with a punch. The Diva could tell her girlfriend was getting tired and she knew Santana was hurt having noticed the blood on the ground. If she and Quinn didn't do something now the Latina could be eaten alive. It also didn't help that the zombie dogs jagged teeth were getting closer to Santana's face.
Rachel was thrown away again, but this time she was sent flying into Quinn. There was a loud thud when they collided. They slide a couple feet away from Santana. Both didn't move. They were knocked out cold.
Santana's parents took over trying to get the creature off the their daughter. Brittany, Puck and the three Navy Seals rushed to the unconscious girls. Shane picked Quinn up and Brittany picked up Rachel before they ran back inside. Mia and Puck with Artie's body in his arms followed them. Cassandra opted to stay with the still struggling Lopez's.
'Cass, tell Dwayne and Verona to move out of the way!' The short-haired platinum blonde heard in her head as a white blur brushed past her.
"Dwayne, Verona! Get out of the way!" Cassandra ordered as she caught sight of a white wolf the size of two large horses sprinting towards the Lopez's.
"Are you crazy! Why would we d-" Dwayne was cut off by a warning bark from behind them. The two older Lopez's understood what their fellow Seal meant and moved away quickly. Just in time to see the wolf tackle the mutated beast off their daughter. The wolf took a protective stance in front of Santana who was staring at the beautiful white wolf in awe.
"Mija, are you okay?" Verona asked worriedly, her mother instincts making its presence known.
Santana tried to smile but it came out more of a grimace. Dwayne knelt beside his daughter and picked her up gently cradling her. Santana cuddled her father's strong chest as he stood and moved towards the school with Verona hot on his heels. Santana glanced over her dad's shoulder to see the wolf limp away from the now dead zombie dog and over to Cassandra nuzzling its large head against the woman's face. That was the last thing she saw before her world went black.
A/N: There you go, guys. Second chapter done. I hope you liked it. Remember that reviews make happy Hawaiians. And happy Hawaiians write more. Flames are welcome, too. The criticism really helps me.
Okay, before I go. Here's a little question for ya:
What do you guys want to see in the next chapter or the Fic in general?