They let Puck lead them out of the gym and into the hall, the two couples trailing closely behind him. It wasn't long until they heard sounds of fighting. The zombies groaned angrily as dull smacks echoed off their skulls and Kurt could hear Sam shouting "HIYAH!" over and over again.

Puck ran forward, around the corner into the fray with a loud war cry.

"Really?" Kurt asked with a shake of his head.

A high shriek pierced his ears, and it could have been Brittany, but Kurt was betting it was Finn.

Blaine grabbed his hand and tugged him forward. "Come on."

The hallway leading to the main office was filled with combat. The police had definitely returned as zombies, and humans were outnumbered three to one. Bodies littered the floor and Kurt almost tripped over one, but Blaine kept him steady.

He straightened just in time to see Puck body slam a zombie away from Finn. Right into Sam.

"Sam!" Blaine shouted as his friend collapsed under the weight of a zombie and landed in a heap on the floor.

Blaine shot forward, and Kurt felt uncomfortably untethered without the reassuring weight of his hand in his own. He shook his head to get rid of the sensation and knocked a zombie reaching for Blaine into the wall with his baseball bat.

"Where's Santana?" he shouted at Finn.

"In Britt's office. Some zombies got in."

He pointed to Mike and Tina. "You two help Ms. Lopez and Ms. Pierce in the office. Now."

They dropped all but one of the weapons they were carrying and started to make their way through the mass of zombies. He felt fingers start to wrap around his ankle and he stomped on the hand with the heel of his boot before smashing the zombie's head in with his bat.

"Puck, help Tina and Mike get through," he ordered, hitting the zombie a few more times when he saw its jaw move.

Puck ran in front of the teenagers and started swinging wildly. Kurt pointed at the pile of weapons they'd left behind and told Finn, "Hit dead things."

He gulped and nodded and Kurt turned back to Blaine and Sam, who were crouched over the zombie that Puck had accidentally pushed into Sam. Its head was bashed in and the two boys were covered in gore.

Blaine was staring up at him with an open mouth. "God, you're hot when you take charge."

His face flushed red under the flecks of blood covering it. "Sam, did it bite you?"

He shook his head.

"Great, can you go watch Mr. Hudson's back? I've got Blaine."

"On it." He jumped up and grabbed the shovel he'd been fighting with before heading to Finn.

Kurt reached out a hand and helped Blaine off the ground. Blaine bit down his grin like he did when he wanted to kiss him in public, and for the first time Kurt really wanted to give in. Even though the situation was more inappropriate than ever.

He didn't have time to talk himself out of it though, because at that moment the PA system started playing…

Baby, can't you see? I'm calling. A guy like you should wear a warning.

"Is this Britney Spears?" Kurt asked incredulously before bashing a zombie's head against a wall while it was distracted.

"Soundtrack!" Brittany's voice announced over the music.

Sam and Blaine nodded at each other like it was expected and Finn looked, if possible, even more scared than before.

They continued fighting, and Kurt couldn't help swaying along to the music. He tried not to think about the fact that he was shaking his ass along to a 90's pop hit while his arms were getting tired from smashing walking corpses over and over again, but Blaine was making it difficult because he was singing along.

"I need a hit," he grunted, whacking a zombie in the small of the back. "Baby, gimme it. You're dangerous. I'm lovin' it."

"For fuck sake's," he muttered. He couldn't believe how simultaneously aroused and horrified he was.

"Kurt!" Puck called, pointing behind him. "More incoming. Fuckers must have escaped the locker rooms."

Losing my head. Spinning 'round and 'round.

Kurt might have done a few pirouettes to knock the zombies to the floor.

Blaine bashed in a zombie's head, growling, "Do you feel me now?"

"With a taste of your lips, I'm on a riiide," Brittany sang along through the PA system.

"Brittany!" Santana's yell was heard through the speaker.

"Coming!" There was a bang, but the music kept playing.

With a taste of a poison paradise. I'm addicted to you. Don't you know that you're toxic?

"If this is the last song I hear before I die, I swear to god-" Kurt huffed, wiping his blood-stained face on his shoulder. The shirt was ruined anyway.

"Shh. No dying, only singing," Blaine said, back to him so he could properly defend them.

"And killing," he quipped. He bent down to slip a gun out of the hand of a fallen cop, only to find that it wasn't quite dead.

Its cold fingers grabbed his wrist, and Kurt pulled the trigger reflexively, hitting the zombie in the hip.

"Double tap!" Sam shouted from down the hall.

Blaine jumped on the zombie's arm a few times to get it to release its grip on Kurt, and then he aimed for the head and shot it twice, leaving his arm feeling shaky and unstable from the kickback.

Too high, can't come down. It's in the air and it's all around. Can you feel me now?

"Save those fucking bullets and use your goddamn baseball bat," Santana ordered, finally out of the office and at the front of the hallway.

Brittany was right behind her, wielding one of Figgins' lamps high over her head. She covered her nose with her other hand and said, "Oh my god, this place reeks!"

"Are we done here?" Kurt asked, chest heaving as he took in the pile of dead covering the floor. He could barely take a step without the sickening sensation of a squish or crunch underneath his boot.

"What about the last ones?" Finn asked, bouncing on his heels and pointing to the few remaining zombies with his gore-covered stick. Looks like he'd gotten into the spirit of things.

And I love what you do. Don't you know that you're toxic?

"Waste 'em."

And with that encouraging order, Santana stomped over a few bodies until she reached a still-standing zombie and cut its head off its shoulders. With (unsurprising) grace, Mike swooped down and knocked a zombie off its feet before Tina smashed its face in. Puck and Finn participated in what looked like a practiced move- Puck hit a zombie's face, and Finn smashed the back of its skull at the same time, causing the head to cave in from both sides.

Intoxicate me now. With your lovin' now. I think I'm ready now... I think I'm ready.

As the final chords of the song filtered through the speakers, the last zombie fell to the ground, collapsing among its incapacitated brethren.

"Any requests?" Brittany asked.

"NO."

She shrugged and went back into the office to retrieve her iPod she'd hooked up to the PA system, and Kurt reminded them that they still had to decide what to do with all the kids in the gym.

"I'll bet you my rations in water that they all got the fuck outta dodge when Britney Spears started playing," Santana scoffed.

"Hey, don't bet your water, you need that," Sam advised seriously.

"We don't have rations!"

"Yet."

"No, I'm serious, this hallway smells worse than the boy's locker room," Brittany said, returning with her iPod. "Let's get out of here."

She was right. The only reason Kurt hadn't gagged from of the stench yet was because he was standing close enough to Blaine to smell his raspberry hair gel.

Santana nodded and addressed the group as a whole. "As you're leaving, grab any guns you see off the zombies, but for the love of god, make sure that the safety is on."

They slowly made their way out of the hallway, packing all of the guns they found into Brittany's fluffy pink purse before heading to the gym.

"And nobody got bit?" Sam asked for the hundredth time.

"No, just covered in blood," Kurt said. He pulled his scarf out of where it was tucked around his neck and wiped his face. "And sweat. Ugh, I'm gonna need like a hundred showers to feel clean again."

"We'll have to start conserving water," Blaine said. Kurt huffed and Blaine added under his breath, "So I'll just have to join you."

Kurt slapped him in the arm just as they reached the gym doors. Puck did a secret knock, in case there was anybody still guarding the other side, and then waved them in. As Santana had predicted, most of the students had fled.

There were a few kids who'd fallen asleep waiting for something to happen, and a couple others crying softly, so Santana just cupped her mouth and shouted, "Everybody go home!"

The ten or so stragglers sluggishly left the building, and Kurt went to speak to Santana while Puck and Finn recreated their best zombie kills for Sam, Blaine, Tina and Mike.

"So what do we do now?" Kurt asked.

"Get to a secure location and prepare for the oncoming zombie invasion," Brittany replied with a nod. "Possibly contact aliens for help. Do you know any?"

Santana waved their questions away. "What you need to think about, Kurtie-boy, is what you're going to do with him."

She didn't even need to point at Blaine and his head swiveled around to look at him. He played dumb anyway. "Who?"

She crossed her arms over her chest. "I'd never have guessed you to so scandalously disobey the law-"

"He's eighteen," he argued through clenched teeth. "It's not against the law, it would just get me fired and unhirable."

"Yeah, that's obviously your very biggest concern right now." She started picking dried blood out from under her fingernails. "By the way, how many murderous zombies do you think you killed in the last hour?"

"Just because you don't have any morals to speak of doesn't mean you can tease me for still feeling conflicted about having an illicit affair with one of my students."

She rolled her eyes, so fed up with his petty worries. "You can't possibly be that conflicted if you've been fucking him long enough for him to fall in love with you."

"No, he's not," he argued immediately. It felt like his face had caught fire. "Santana, you can't just-"

"Do you love him?" Brittany asked, her eyes wide.

He gulped past a hard lump in his throat and cut his gaze to Blaine. He was crouched in front of the last student left, some terrified freshman who was huddled on the first row of the bleachers.

"He's eighteen," he repeated in a longing voice.

"So?" she asked innocently.

Which was a fair enough argument.

Kurt didn't reply, just bit his lip and watched Blaine speaking softly to the distressed kid in the stands. "Hey, are you okay?"

"I'm just so hungry," he replied, voice scraping past his teeth.

Kurt's blood ran cold.

Blaine patted the boy's knee. "I know, we all missed lunch-"

The sound of Kurt's baseball bat clattering to the floor was overridden by his cry of, "Blaine!"

He turned his head and had just met Kurt's gaze when the kid sprang on him.

"Blaine!" His voice tore out of his throat and he nearly tripped over his feet trying to get to him. "Blaine!"

He barely heard the harsh clacking of the zombie's teeth over his thumping heart, the sound of his boots pounding across the gym floor.

He recognized his own name being called, but he didn't stop running towards Blaine. He didn't know what he was going to do once he got there since he'd dropped his weapon, but every molecule of his body was buzzing with the need to save Blaine.

The zombie had knocked Blaine on his back, and he had it by the shoulders, so its gaping mouth was barely an inch away from his face. Kurt reached him and could think of nothing else to do but grab the zombie by its shaggy hair and heave it off of Blaine.

The zombie convulsed in Kurt's hold, like he couldn't decide whether to continue his assault on Blaine or switch his attention to Kurt. It quickly decided on Kurt, and tried to twist its head far enough to bite into his wrist.

Blaine rolled out from under the zombie and hopped to his feet. "Drop it, drop it!"

Kurt released his grip on its hair and it fell to the ground with a smack. Its nose probably broke, but that didn't deter it. It started crawling towards Kurt, and he jumped back, pushing Blaine behind him.

"Don't move!"

Kurt probably would have kept moving anyway, except that a shot louder than hell echoed through the gym which forced Kurt to cover his ears like a child.

He felt blood splatter against his closed eyelids, and when the ringing in his ears had subsided he wiped it away with his scarf before opening his eyes.

Kurt scowled down at the motionless zombie with a glistening red hole in its head while Blaine peeked over his shoulder and whispered, "Holy smokes, is that Sue Sylvester?"

An imposing woman with a shotgun resting over her shoulder walked towards the group gathered in the middle of the gym, and Kurt couldn't even dredge up any surprise. If anyone was going to show up out of the blue and save them from a zombie, of course it was going to be her.

Kurt and Blaine rejoined their friends in the center of the gym as Santana headed forward toward Sue. "You're a little late," she said, spinning her machete around on one finger. "We just killed like thirty undead colleagues and students, so you showing up to kill the last one here isn't as impressive as you expected."

"I didn't come here to be impressive, Lopez," she retorted, voice as sharp as ever. "I came here to ream out whoever released youths into the streets while there are zombies on the loose."

Sam stepped forward and saluted her. "Coach Sylvester, it's an honour to finally meet you. I'm Sam Evans, and I had ordered that the school be kept under a strict quarantine, but the situation got away from us when Brittany Spears started playing over the PA system, so I'm gonna lay the blame with Ms. Pierce."

"Oh, fuck off," Santana scoffed.

Sam jumped, unused to her uncontained scorn.

"Are you with the CDC now?" Mike asked Sue.

"Or a special zombie containment unit?" Tina guessed.

"Are you gonna blow up the school?" Blaine asked.

"Can we get out of it first?" Finn asked uneasily. Kurt shook his head at him. The students had nothing but ballooned gossip to go on, but Finn really should know better.

Sue narrowed her eyes at Finn, then took in the rest of the group with very little change in expression. "Yes. Everybody get out. Since the high school has been compromised, the residents of Lima have been instructed to head to the community centre if they do not feel safe in their own homes."

"Are you in charge of Lima now?" Sam asked.

She smirked. "Kid, I've been running Lima for years."

Tina's shoulders slumped. "Really? Only Lima?"

Kurt was sure he'd heard rumours that she was secretly the president of the United States.

"It's a bigger pain in the ass than you'd think," she retorted with a pointed finger. "And as reigning overlord, I order you all to either return to your homes or head to the community centre. Stat."

Sue spun on her heel and headed back out the door without another word.

"I told you she wasn't as impressive as all that gossip," Kurt said.

"She's supreme overlord of our town!" Sam argued. "That's pretty bad ass."

"I don't remember voting for her," Brittany said, brow creased with confusion.

Kurt snorted a laugh into Blaine's hair. He hadn't let go of Blaine since he'd been attacked by the zombie and he did not look forward to ever releasing him. He would never again be annoyed by Blaine's refusal to leave his side because he never wanted to be more than an arm's length away from Blaine ever again.

"Kurt, why are you, like, hugging Blaine like that?" Finn asked.

He felt Blaine's shoulders tighten against the front of his chest, expecting Kurt to jump back and splutter out some excuse. Instead, he kept his arms around Blaine's waist and replied simply, "Because I want to."

Finn stared at them for a few more moments and then shrugged. "Whatever, can we go home now? I need to check on my mom."

Kurt slumped against Blaine's back, not realizing how anxious he'd been to hear Finn's reaction. If they stuck with Blaine (and god did he want to) Kurt would tell Finn what was up. But he wanted to talk to Blaine first.

"So glad she wasn't at the hospital today," he said in response to Finn.

"Wait, are you fucking the kid?" Puck asked. He let out a loud whoop of laughter. "Fuck, geddit Hummel."

His face flooded with colour.

"Wait, what?" Finn said.

"Guys, come on. We have a lot of stuff to get done," Tina said, completely unfazed as she pulled out her phone and read from it. "Raid the grocery story, get gasoline, board up windows-"

"Did you tell everyone about us?" Kurt asked Blaine incredulously.

"It was pertinent to zombie planning!" he said. "If there was a zombie outbreak and we weren't together, I'd have had to come get you and that had to be one of the scenarios we planned for."

"Is that why you guys have been so weird today?" Finn asked, realization dawning on him. "Isn't he your student?"

"Well the school's trashed now, so that isn't relevant, is it?"

"Um." He looked like he was thinking really hard. "No?"

"Aren't we supposed to be leaving?" Brittany asked.

"Yes," Tina nodded. "Gather your weapons and let's head out."

Everybody obeyed and Kurt let out a huge breath of relief. That hadn't been too bad.

"We're aware that not everybody can be the leader of a zombie survival group, right?" Blaine muttered to Kurt as they picked up their baseball bats.

"Maybe we'll have to split up," he shrugged.

"But you're with me, right?" he asked, worry flashing across his features.

He touched his cheek, and then thought maybe he shouldn't because his hand was filthy but then so was Blaine's face. "I can think of no better partner for the zombie apocalypse."

His grin was instant and as bright as the sun. "Great," he bounced on the tip of his toes in excitement before pressing a kiss to Kurt's cheek. "I should tell Tina so she can mark it down-"

Kurt rolled his eyes and tugged him back when he started to skip away. He kissed him solidly and murmured, "I love you."

"Love you more," he replied, smiling against his lips.

"Doubtful," he scoffed.

"Wanna bet?" he asked, moving to wrap his arms around his shoulders. His baseball bat almost hit Kurt in the face.

"Come on, idiots!" Santana called from the doorway. "We've got zombies to kill and people to avoid. Let's gooo."

"Coming!" Blaine replied, grin still plastered on his face. He looked at Kurt. "Ready for this?"

"For what? The collapse of society as we know it? Danger around every corner? A dwindling supply of moisturizer?" he asked.

"And hair gel," he pouted, patting at his frizzy hair.

He chuckled. "I think we'll survive."

"Me too."

Kurt took hold of Blaine's free hand and they followed their friends out of the gym, into an future full of uncertainties other than the fact that they would be together.

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