As they weave their way through back roads, Kurt realizes just how much he owes Sam. The warning, time to accept it, and taking the chance being in town when it hit is what's probably going to save all of their lives. The main roads are clogged with cars trying to escape or get home, most still inhabited by living people, but panicked ones. One thing most apocalypse movies have in common is the idea that the real threat is other people. Hell, Kurt had known that since Black Friday, 2008.

After they get away from Allentown Road, they cut through yards and side roads until they get back to Kurt's. They stop once for a break because, while Sam works out regularly, Kurt is more of a yoga kind of guy, and he's winded something fierce by the time they get back. It's been hours, and Kurt can tell the guys have been working. He can't see inside any of the windows and the place looks abandoned. They'd managed to make it back before dark, but barely. The sun had set while they were cutting through someone's backyard two streets over.

Climbing off the bikes, Kurt bangs on the garage door while Sam starts unwrapping the straps from himself. When the giant metal door lifts, they dart inside, Kurt closing it before pulling off his own bags and guns. They hear Finn from the other side of the door leading into the actual house.

"Hey guys! Did you both make it back, uh... in one piece?"

Kurt laughs. "Yes, Finn. We're fine! We got way more than I thought we could. I may need some of those muscle relaxers after this." He says the last part to Sam, glaring at him for making him carry so much.

Sam just shrugs, "That is an option, thanks to the awesome haul." When Finn still makes no move to unlock the door, Sam shrugs and turns to Kurt. "So now what?"

Kurt bites his lip before calling out, "Finn! We're going to just wait in here for an hour, so you know we're not gonna turn. We never even saw one too close up though, getting there before it started really helped."

After a few seconds of mumbled debate from behind the door, it opens. "Good enough for us. If you were willing to wait, you're probably fine." Finn, Puck, and Dave are the only ones standing there. The only other noise in the house is coming from upstairs.

Sam shakes his head but moves inside, dragging the bags. "For future reference, that's bullshit. We are fine, but from now on, make anyone that returns like this wait for an hour. Especially if nothing pressing is going on. Better safe than sorry."

As they pull the bags up on the dining room table and start unwrapping the extra rifles, Kurt asks, "So did anything else happen while we were gone?"

"Nope. We mostly just gathered whatever we could. We were going to start on clothes next." Finn opens the hiking backpack and starts pulling things out.

Sam is unloading the Walgreens stuffed-bag, Kurt picks the sports duffel, and Puck takes the last backpack. Dave just nods at them. "I'm going to go tell them that you're back. Thanks for going, guys."

Puck flops down in a chair, still pulling out bullets, batteries, and duct tape, and sighs angrily. Sam glances at him, "What's up, man? Just normal 'end of the world' shit, or...?"

Puck looks up at him, definitely seeming pissed at something. "Everyone has clothes... even Santana, because Brittany packed her some. Sebastian doesn't, but we're headed to his house. All you guys live here. Hell, even I apparently have left enough stuff here that I'll be alright, not to mention we're the same size so I could use yours. What the fuck am I going to do about Sarah? My dumbass didn't believe you, so we didn't bring a damn thing with us. She has one set of clothes to her fucking name now."

Surprisingly, Kurt giggles. When he's met with a hazel glare he puts his hands up, "Sorry! I wasn't laughing at you. I just saw this coming. While we were in Walmart I hit the girls' section." Digging through the other side of the duffel, Kurt pulls out three pairs of small, sturdy jeans and four t-shirts, including a long sleeve one. He also pulls out a pack of underwear and a lightweight jean jacket. "That'll probably be too big, but I figured she needed growing room. I probably also have some stuff stashed away in the attic that would fit her, if we had to. From freshman year... I was tiny."

Sam and Finn just grin knowingly at each other and keep unpacking. Puck looks shocked into stillness. After not getting a response, Kurt adds, "I also got some hairbrushes, hair ties, pins, and clips for the girls. And some good scissors. I think you should consider letting me cut Sarah's hair off to chin length. We won't have time to play with it or take care of it. As long as she can pull it back in a pony, that should be long enough until this settles a bit." Nothing but more silence. "Or... um. Not. Whatever. I'm gonna just shut up now?"

Kurt looks at Finn for help, trying to convey, 'He's your friend, do something!' without actually saying it. He's not looking, so he gets no warning, just a sudden bear hug that almost puts him on his ass. Steadying himself with a hand on the back of a chair, Kurt realizes he'd been tackled by Puck who is murmuring into his neck, "Fuck... thank you. I can't believe you'd think of getting her clothes while you're out there waiting on people to try eating you. Thank you so fucking much, Kurt."

Patting Puck on the back, Kurt giggles again. "It's fine, Noah. Of course I thought of her. Right now she's the most vulnerable member of our family. Well, besides Finn, but at least his size would scare off live people. They've never seen how bad he sucks at COD."

When Puck finally steps back and resumes unloading the last bag, they all start talking about other stuff, pretending nothing happened. Standard practice with Kurt. Sure, they all snuggled with him to watch movies and keep him warm, but they sure as hell didn't talk about it. They're dudes.

When everything has been spread out, Kurt looks at it in amazement. "How the ever loving shit did we get all this home?!"

"Damn! That's what I want to know, Lady Lips." Santana walks in, followed by everyone else. As they all stand around the table, Brittany squeals, grabbing for the Cocoa Puffs.

Sebastian blinks at Kurt. "Why the hell are you wearing leather... let alone two?"

Realizing that he's still wearing both jackets, Kurt strips the bigger one off. "Oh! Well, Sam said to wear tough but thin layers, I saw these and thought they were perfect. I put on a second one for someone else. Given recent events..." Kurt holds it out to Puck. Even if he does have a few shirts and jeans here, he definitely doesn't have a coat. And yeah, he's about Sam's size, but having something that's just his isn't a bad thing.

Puck takes the jacket and nods, trying not to make an ass of himself again. He's already beating himself up for his little display over a couple pairs of jeans for his sister. Not that he doesn't appreciate both, but let's not turn into a total wuss right when being a badass is most important, okay?

Looking back over their new stock, Santana laughs. "Okay, which one of you got tampons? Because seriously, that's hilarious."

Kurt mutters "Shut up, Santana. You're going to be a big enough bitch when the time comes. If it's before we manage to do a good store run, I'd like to not be tempted to kill you just for convenience."

Brittany is still just hugging her new box of cereal. Shaking his head, Kurt looks over to Sarah and hands her the clothes he got her. "Here sweetie, take these and go try them on. Make sure everything fits okay, then go put them on my bed. I'll pack them with my stuff since I don't think Noah has a bag yet."

Sarah squeals, a bit too much like Brittany had, and takes the clothes upstairs after giving Kurt a quick hug and thanking him.

Sam finally speaks up when she's gone. "Okay, speaking of clothes, we need to gather up whatever we have and get it packed. For those of us that live here, time to get sorting. For future reference, everyone should be aware of a few things. Shoes are now a hot commodity but things like heels and sandals are useless. If you can't run in them faster than you can barefoot, don't put the damn things on. For probably the rest of our lives, you need to always be able to run. The world can go to shit at any minute, no matter how settled we get. Especially since we don't actually know what started this."

Looking around at everyone, he continues, "Layers are your friend. Have as many light layers as you can. All of us will need at least one light jacket made of jean or leather, a hoodie to wear under it and a parka for when it gets cold. Other than that, as many jeans as you can find because they last longer than anything else and they're hard to bite through. Socks too, as many as we can find. I grabbed four sets of camo gear to wrap the guns in, they should fit most of us. Kurt and Dave, probably not."

Dave laughs, "Yeah, no. Walmart never has my size. Usually I have to go to big and tall places. It's why I didn't hesitate to pack everything I own and some of the sturdier things my dad has, because we're close to the same size."

Finn clears his throat. "Kurt and I should go through our parents' room. See if there's clothes and stuff that can be used. Especially for the girls." Kurt agrees, rubbing his hand on Finn's arm as they all turn back to Sam.

"We've got tonight. It's still early, barely dark, so we have a few hours before we need to sleep. Pack up as much of the house as we can but only take things that we need. We'll start bringing everything in here. We're taking the Navigator, obviously, and Dave's truck, since it's an extended cab. We'll pack them up first thing in the morning. I don't want to make too much noise at night."

After that, they split up. Kurt tells Santana and Britt to head to the attic and look for anything they can use, especially old clothes that could work for Sarah, not just now, but maybe in a few years if they're in good enough shape. Sam and Puck head up to Finn's room to pack up everything any of them could use. Sarah is still in Kurt's room doing god knows what. Dave and Sebastian hit the kitchen after being told what to look for nutrient wise. Kurt and Finn head for the last bedroom.

When they walk in, they take a minute to look around before moving forward. Finn takes Burt's stuff and Kurt takes Carole's, because it just seems easiest that way. As Finn starts pulling out boots and flannel shirts, Kurt sorts through jeans and thicker shirts. Deciding to take three of Carole's nicest but simplest dresses, Kurt tosses them on the bed. Maybe one day they'll be comfortable enough that it won't seem too frivolous. After dragging out every jacket and belt she owned, Kurt turns to the mountain of clothes Finn has unearthed.

Smiling sadly, Kurt notices that a good portion of them are clothes he'd told his dad to throw out. Now he's glad he didn't, they need work clothes. Grabbing their biggest suitcases, Kurt starts folding and piling everything inside while Finn walks to the dresser. He sits on the corner of the bed and opens the jewelry box. It's too big and unwieldy to take with them, but the actual jewelry they can take. Finn tucks most of it in a side pocket inside the suitcase, only keeping one long chain and the wedding rings his own dad had given her. After slipping them around his neck and tucking them under his shirt, he nods at Kurt before looking around one more time and walking out.

Kurt zips up the last bag and looks around too. They'll send someone in later to gather up the blankets and sheets, but it won't be him. He can't come back in here. He goes to the closet and pulls out the heavy scarf he'd given Carole for Christmas a few months after the wedding. He also takes his dad's favorite hat. He'd stopped wearing it last year because it was too frayed, but he'd kept it. Kurt goes into his room, and puts them on the bed next to Sarah's clothes. He can hear her chattering to Puck in Finn's room and starts his own packing.

A lot of his things are useless now, too delicate or restricting. He packs up his favorite outfit that doesn't require too many layers though, even if he doesn't really have a use for it. He packs every pair of jeans and long sleeve shirt that he owns. He's actually pretty lucky. Since he gets cold so easy, he has more long sleeves than most and will have more layers than probably any other two people combined. And his stuff should fit the girls in a pinch.

He's just set his second, and last, bag down on the floor when there's a knock on his door frame. Turning, he sees Puck looking hesitant. "Santana and Britt found your clothes from freshman year. A few pairs of jeans will work for her with a belt, and most of the shirts are closer than they should be. Did you not eat back then?"

Kurt huffs, but smiles. "Shut up, Noah. Yes I ate... sometimes."

Puck looks around the room for a few seconds, walking over to the giant mirror above the dresser and all the pictures stuck to it of the New Directions from various competitions. Kurt walks over with a box and starts putting them inside it. He'd already added his prom pictures to the already full box of school events and friends. This one small box was all that remained of most of his friends. Or at least it would be, by the end of the week. Puck puts the last picture on top, nationals just a few short weeks ago, Kurt sucks in a deep breath.

"Life sucks."

Puck chuckles, but it's more sad than anything. "Beats the alternative." Kurt turns to smile at him. After a few seconds, Puck clears his throat and goes to say something but is interrupted by Finn who barges in.

"Hey guys, move! We need to get the mattress." He's followed by Sam, Dave, and Sebastian. Sam tells Seb to take the suitcases downstairs and put them with the others and tells Kurt to grab anything else out of here that he wants to take and get it down there too, including any bags or suitcases he hadn't packed; they need empty ones too.

He just watches, confused, as they quickly strip his comforter and flat sheet off the bed, Dave and Finn carrying the mattress out the door and down the hall while Sam gathers the linens back up and follows them. Kurt and Puck turn to stare at each other before shrugging. Puck follows them and Kurt takes one last tour around his room, gathering up anything he can think of that would still be necessary. When an idea hits him, he goes to his closet and pulls out his sewing machine, still packed up in it's heavy duty case. He opens it and throws in his sewing kit and all his extra needles and spools of thread that he can fit before closing it back up and dragging it out to the hall.

After he's moved everything else to the dining room in a big box, he hunts down Sam. He finds him in Finn's room putting the blankets back on Kurt's mattress. Finn's furniture had been stacked against the window or moved out to the hallway to make room for it in the floor. The room is now at least 75% mattresses. Shaking his head in confusion, Kurt flags down Sam.

"Hey! I don't know where we'll end up, but if there's a chance of us going somewhere with electricity, we should take my sewing machine. I've been making my own clothes for years, so I could conceivably make us more when we run out or if the kids get too big or whatever. It's heavy, so I put it in the hallway."

Sam grins, "Good idea, Kurt! Yo, Dave! Can you go grab that and take it downstairs?" As Dave starts moving toward the door he adds, "Tell everyone to wrap it up and get up here, we need to sleep."

That's when Kurt notices all the guns are propped in the corner. There's a flat of water bottles next to them and all the blankets in the house had been piled on the beds. Oh my god. We're all sleeping in here... this is gonna get awkward.

When everyone starts crowding around in the hall trying to get through the door, Sam calls out, "Everyone make sure your shoes are super clean. We aren't taking them off to sleep so unless you want to hear about it for the rest of your life..."

Kurt is already in the back of the room and as he watches everyone pile in, he has a really bad feeling about how this is going to go down. Santana right away claims her spot with Brittany on the actual bed. It takes a lot of squabbling, but eventually they settle on Finn and Sam sleeping up there on either side of them. It was their room and having Finn sleep on the same bed as Dave was pretty impossible.

Kurt's bed is bigger but they have more people. It's only as Kurt catches Sebastian's eye and gets a huge wink that he points at him. "Hell no. I'm not sleeping with Sebastian Smythe. Gratz Dave! You get to play buffer!"

They finally lay out with Puck pressing his back against Finn's bed, Kurt curled up facing him, with Sarah between them. Kurt is back to back with Dave, who has Sebastian all but pinned to the wall. It's a tight fit, but it's not as bad as it should be since Sarah and Kurt are so thin. Kurt is a little uncomfortable with his face less than six inches from Puck's but it beats the hell out of having Sebastian touch his person.

Sam and Finn are both sitting up and holding guns. They'd gotten first watch. In a few hours or whenever they start to get too tired, they'll wake up Santana and Britt. Eventually they'll wake up Kurt and Puck. Good thing I don't sleep much anyway.

Tomorrow night it'll be Dave and Sebastian that take first watch. Kurt doubts there will ever be a time when everyone will be asleep at the same time ever again. Not even in their 'home', where ever that turns out to be.

Sam and Sebastian had both called their brothers again and they'd all seemed fine. Travis had apparently just been staying online while it lasts and trying to learn as much as he can about things he deems important. The Netflix he'd been watching was zombie movies. Kurt had thought that seemed a little stupid, because that was their life now, no need to watch a movie on it, but maybe he'll pick up tips or something. As Kurt finally drifts to sleep, he feels finger tips brush against his arm but doesn't open his eyes.


Kurt is jolted awake by Puck flicking his ear. When he sees the mohawk'd boy staring down at him with a grin, he groans softly, attempting to roll over. Only when he fails to do so does he remember that Dave is behind him. Puck sits up, putting his back against the bed. Kurt gets up and moves to sit beside him, adjusting Sarah to give her more room where their heads had been and a place to put their feet. After that he accepts the gun he's handed and the half bottle of water, which he drinks.

He turns to watch Santana and Brittany settle between the boys, clearly able to slide right back into sleep now that they're allowed. Lucky bitches. If I had been woken up in the middle like that, there's no way in hell I'd be able to go back to sleep. I need to talk to Sam about keeping me on first or last watch.

When he checks his phone, Kurt sees it's 3am. Puck whispers, "Apparently Sam wants us up at 5 to pack the trucks. Out by 7 at the latest. Preferably 6."

Kurt just nods, afraid of waking anyone else up. It only takes Kurt about five minutes to get restless. He's not stupid enough to say he's bored, because those are famous last words, but...

Someone, probably Sam, had covered a lampshade with some of his thinner shirts so that it gave off very little light, barely more than a nightlight, but it was placed over their heads so at least they could see to read or something... if only he had a book. Turning to Puck he sees him sitting with a spiral notebook, writing or drawing something. Kurt wants to look but knows that it's rude... instead he huffs and pulls out his cellphone. He tries to find something to do to keep him busy but without sound he can't really focus on anything and being on guard duty is useless if you can't hear noises.

He's almost to the point of pulling his hair out when Puck nudges him. Looking over, he sees Puck holding out a pencil and showing him the pad of paper he'd been using. He'd filled an entire sheet of paper with dots, evenly spaced. At the top he'd scrawled,

You know how to play this, right?

Nodding, Kurt makes the first line. They spend the next hour and a half playing Dots and Boxes. A few times they'd both growled or huffed loud enough to worry about waking people up, but at the end, Kurt had been the undisputed winner. They only stop when Sarah shifts a little, making them wonder at the time. With only ten minutes to spare until 5, they stop and stretch a little, preparing for what will probably be the longest day of their lives. If not the last one.

None of the shifts had been disturbed enough to get up and even check the windows but they'd all heard shuffling and the occasional distant scream. It had tapered off awhile ago, though. They hadn't heard anything at all for an hour, so Kurt figured the zombies were migrating back toward town now that people were settled in for the night. He can't imagine anyone is stupid enough to go scavenging at night. If they had, they would have just been more food for the undead. Or whatever they were.

When the time comes, they start waking people up. Sarah pops up like a daisy, like she'd just been waiting on her day to start, which according to Puck was normal. Dave sat up easily enough but Kurt had left him in charge of poking Sebastian into getting up, since he'd just glared and tried to roll over. It had taken the reminder that they needed him to text Travis to get his ass moving.

Everyone else got up fairly easily except for Finn who slept like the dead. Kurt waved everyone out. As they shuffled to the door he explained that he had waking Finn up down to an art-form. Once everyone was standing in the hall, but still watching, Kurt reached behind Finn's nightstand and grabbed a squirt bottle. Making sure that it was on the right setting, Kurt sprayed Finn in the dead center of his face five times before running for the door.

Finn swung his arm out to take a punch at whatever it was, growling out grumbling noises. After about 20 seconds he finally blinked his eyes open, looking around. Seeing Kurt standing at the door he grumbles out, "Thanks, Kurt." and gets up. Kurt just shrugs at the assembled group and walks out the door.


The girls take charge of making breakfast out of whatever food is left but too perishable to take with them while the guys load everything into the two trucks. They collapse the biggest part of the back row of seats to make room for more stuff in the nav, which means they can only fit five people.

At 6:45 they manage to load everything in. The two handguns are given to Sam and Santana, so each car has one. Everyone but Sarah also has a rifle. Dave is driving his truck with Sebastian riding shotgun and the girls in the back. Kurt will drive the Nav with Sam up front, Puck and Finn in the middle row, and Sarah in the back.

Just before they loaded in, Puck had stopped Sam who was mumbling about a lack of pistols. He'd explained that there was a pawn shop pretty much right across the street from his apartment building and that he got to know the owner really well. He'd said that between pawning off gifts he'd gotten from cougars and the guy watching Sarah if she made it home a few minutes before he did after school, the old man had taken a liking to him.

He'd never questioned where Puck had gotten the 'gifts' and he'd always been really glad about that. Sure, they were given to him, but he's also pretty sure they were taking them from their husbands as punishment for neglecting them, or whatever. Women were crazy, Puck didn't try to understand.

Eventually the old man had shown Puck where he kept merchandise that had a bit of a shadier background. He didn't take stuff from just anyone, and he definitely didn't sell it to just anyone, but he did deal with certain people. And he had to keep that stuff hidden in case cops showed up. Given that the man lived on the outskirts of Lima, he probably wasn't there to defend his shop last night. The guns upstairs that were left out on display have almost certainly been taken, but anything he'd hidden would probably still be there.

Deciding that it was worth the risk for a few more guns, especially since it was pretty much on the way to I-75, Sam had agreed to stop by there.

While they talked about it, Kurt tapped Sebastian on the shoulder. I have to tell him, and it needs to be before we get to his brother.

When Sebastian turns around he cocks an eyebrow at Kurt.

Ignoring the mocking smirk aimed at him, Kurt asks, "Uh... when was the last time you heard from your father?"

Face shuttering a little, Sebastian straightens. "Early yesterday. About an hour before I told Dave and he talked to you. Why?"

Kurt crosses his arms and shifts his feet. "When... when I called my dad, he said he got out of the main room with a group of guys from Ohio. He said that one of them let in a guy that was infected and they didn't know it. That guy turned and managed to kill a few people, including my dad. And from what he said, although I didn't realize it at the time... probably yours too. He said 'Smythe'. There can't be too many of those in Ohio."

Staring at Kurt for long seconds, Sebastian asks, "Your dad... is Burt Hummel, right?" Kurt nods. "I should have put that together, but I never did. My dad said he was hiding with a congressman."

After several long seconds of silence, they're interrupted by Sam calling out for everyone to get in the trucks. Sebastian clears his throat and mumbles, "Thanks, Kurt. At least I know."

Nodding, Kurt gives him a sad smile and turns to get in the nav. As they all load up, Sam puts one of the CB radios in the glove box, but puts a walkie talkie in the cup holder. Apparently the CBs are for emergency use because of the high number of batteries needed.

No one knows what to expect when the garage door opens, but no one expected clear, resounding silence. As they pull out onto the road, Kurt looks all around and doesn't see a single sign of human or... non-human. Sam just grins.

"It's good news. Means people probably haven't gotten to the stores or anything yet today."

Puck directs Kurt to head toward his apartment, staying on Elm but to turn on Elizabeth Street. When they pull up in front of Kohn's, they find the store looking a little worse for wear, but intact. It's clear they aren't the first ones there. Kurt makes it a point to only look around for moving things. He has no desire to see what's in the abandoned cars in the middle of the road. The splashes of blood littering part of the sidewalk are bad enough.

As everyone but Sarah steps out, holding a rifle, Sam decides, "Okay. Since we don't know what's in there, Sarah and the girls stay out here with Finn to watch the trucks. Shoot anything that gets within ten feet. Even if it's living. Time for playing nice is over. Santana at least, shouldn't have a problem with that."

Smiling a little too widely, the Latina pipes up with, "Nope. I have no problem shooting anyone dumb enough to fuck with us. We got places to go and people to save from being eaten."

Shaking his head, Sam says, "Right." Turning to Finn, he says, "Just keep an eye on those two. We shouldn't be long."

As Kurt, Sam, Dave and Sebastian follow Puck inside, they see more evidence of a shoot out or something. There's no sound, but plenty of empty casings and some more blood is scattered on the floor. The first thing they do is clear both floors of the small shop. Finding no sign of movement, Puck, Sam, and Kurt leave Dave and Sebastian to go over the second floor, where most of the guns had been kept before. They're told to grab any ammo they find and then Sam leads the other two back downstairs.

Puck steps behind the counter and pulls up a floorboard. After digging for a bit, he pulls up a huge green metal army issue ammo can. Inside they find an assortment of jewelry, two iPads, a laser sighted .380, a .45, and a black Desert Eagle. Puck is especially excited over the .50.

They only find one box of ammo for each gun inside the can, but Sam assures them that some of the ammo he'd grabbed from Walmart had been for handguns. They had more for everything but the Desert Eagle, which he stressed to Puck would have to be for emergencies only. Finding more ammo for it would be hard, if not impossible.

They're taking the useless items out of the ammo can -because Sam seems really excited about keeping it- when Finn walks in.

"Hey guys, what the hell's taking so long? I'm bored out of my mind."

Having just finished packing in everything, Kurt and Puck had moved to look around the surrounding shelves, looking for anything else they could use. Sam glances up at him as he shuts the can.

"Sorry, it took awhile. We just-" He cuts himself off, looking up at Finn in exasperation. "Finn! Dammit! What are you doing inside? You're supposed to be watching the trucks, and more importantly, the girls!"

Finn jolts. "It's fine! We didn't see anything. And Santana is more than capable of looking after them. She has the .32 and a rifle."

Biting out, "Yes, but she's with her girlfriend! Now they're alone. Is there even the slightest chance that they're not taking advantage of that?! Dammit, Finn!" Sam stands and heads for the door, Kurt and Puck following close behind.

When they step outside, Sam pulls his .9mm up, training it on the asshole that, sure enough, is holding Brittany with a knife to her neck, having pulled her from the truck. Sam can tell from the redness on their faces that she and Santana had been making out, not watching out for other people. There are three guys hiding behind Brittany, who is staring wide eyed at Santana. While the smaller girl does have her gun aimed at the man, it's clear shes too afraid of missing to shoot.

Luckily the other two guys hadn't made it to the nav, and Sarah must be hiding, because she was no where to be seen. One guy had obviously been heading in that direction because he was stopped only about five feet from the back door.

All of the guys pull their rifles out and aim them. They start to edge closer to the group of men, Sam calling out, "You can't win this. At most, you'll be able to kill her, but I promise you, you do that, and not a single one of you walk away."

Kurt can tell by Sam's calm that he could make the shot. He just needs a distraction, and he's hoping that Britt will manage to move away a little more. He's just thought of a way to do both when he notices that the guy by the nav has been slowly moving closer to it this whole time.

Not wanting to draw attention too soon, by calling out to Sam, Kurt swears mentally. Gripping his rifle, he moves quickly to press the barrel against the back of the guy's head just before he can reach for the door handle. Looking over the guy's shoulder, Kurt can see Sarah staring at them with wide eyes.

Kurt swears again. "The only thing saving you from having your head blown off is that the little girl staring at me is having a rough enough week without adding seeing your brains to it. You make one fucking move and that consideration disappears. Sarah, sweetie, lock the doors and close your eyes, okay?"

After hearing the locks click, Kurt grabs the back of the guy's shirt and turns him to where he's between the group of assholes and Kurt. He notices that throughout his little moment of drama Sam hadn't moved, still pointing his gun at the asshole holding Britt. Trying to keep his voice calm, Kurt says, "Okay, here's what we're going to do." Taking a minute to make eye contact with Brittany, he calls out, "Single Ladies, Britt!"

In the next second, Brittany knocks the knife away enough to bend down, her hair flying over her shoulder. Sam takes the shot and the guy falls down, knife skittering away. Training his gun on the other guy, Sam calls out, "Come on, Britt, Tana, time to go."

As the girls move quickly, Kurt pushes the asshole he's holding forward to join his still living friend. Sam grits out, "You've got ten seconds to go, or we kill you too."

As the footsteps fade, Puck runs to the nav, calling for Sarah to open the door. Kurt glances over and sees her jump out into Puck's arms, crying and trembling. He turns just in time to be met with a slightly hysterical Brittany. "Thank you, oh my god, thank you so much."

Before Kurt can point out that he hadn't actually saved her, that was Sam, she moves on to the other blonde and glomps him too. Grinning, Kurt turns to tell Finn, "Go get Dave and Sebastian, they're upstairs."

Sam calls out, still buried in Brittany, "Also grab the green metal box, carefully, and bring it and anything else you see at a glance in there, we gotta get going."

Finn nods, obviously upset with himself for leaving the girls out here alone. Which he should be, but Kurt's really not in the mood to fight about it. Kurt is broken out of his thoughts by Santana reaching up to hug him too, harder but much less enthusiastically.

"Why the fuck did you yell 'single ladies'?"

Kurt grinned, pulling back. "Sophomore year, that was the only move in the whole routine she had trouble with. Couldn't get the hair flip right. We spent forever working on it."

When he steps back so that Santana can go save Sam from her hysterical girlfriend, Kurt grins at him. The blonde nods and pockets his pistol before slipping his rifle back over his shoulder. He turns to help Finn store the ammo can in the back of the nav, Dave and Sebastian putting another box back there too, mostly full of gun holsters, knives, and ammo. Finn seems to have explained what happened, because no one says much.

As they load back into the trucks, Kurt opens his door to get in only to be stopped by Puck who looks like he wants to tackle him the way Brittany had. Seeing the jock struggling with emotions, Kurt hugs him quickly and whispers. "It's fine, Noah. I love her too. I'm just glad she's okay."

He nods stiffly and climbs into the back seat, darting looks back at Sarah every few seconds. Kurt smiles, getting back behind the wheel.

Ignoring the dead body still spread out on the sidewalk, they pull away from the curb. The next thing they hear is Santana over the walkie talkie saying,

"That's one hell of a way to say goodbye to Lima."