Warning for chapter 4: Violence

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee

This story is unbeta'd and my first language isn't English

Chapter 4

The next day Kurt, Blaine and Santana had a serious discussion with Rachel, where she ended up explaining why she had lied to them about Finn. It got a little bit heated when Santana tried to accuse Rachel of lying about not taking the vaccine herself, but in the end they all felt like Rachel was telling them the truth.

Santana and Blaine then proceeded to almost tear the house apart in their search for things that could be useful, while Rachel and Kurt took stock of how much food they had left. They were almost done searching inside the house, when Blaine shouted for everyone to get into the living room.

"Guys look what I found!" He had apparently managed to find an old radio in the attic and was smiling like a maniac. "If we're lucky maybe they haven't stopped broadcasting the radio signals yet." He started turning the tuner around and after some searching he finally found one channel that was still on the air. So they all started listening to the local radio station, which was based in San Francisco.

The radio host was at the moment telling his listeners a story, involving him not getting out of the city before the zombies took it over. He had been broadcasting the whole time, but that was only because he couldn't get out of the building since the radio station was constantly surrounded by zombies. The whole of San Francisco had been in utter chaos after the outbreak started. Still it had looked like everything had been taken care of when the military had moved in to clean out the streets, but then they too had turned and that had made everything even worse. The radio host had tried to get out of the station, but hadn't dared do it again after his colleague had been torn to pieces right in front of his own eyes, he himself had barely made it back inside alive.

All his ways of communicating with the outside world was gone, but before everything had disappeared he could tell them about all the different horror stories from around the world that he had heard and read about. It seemed like most of the world had been affected and it looked like it really was a worldwide disaster. He himself was soon out of food and he had no chance of getting more, so he was using his last hours to live talking to whoever was listening and wishing them better luck surviving than he had. When he started rambling about his wife and kids and how much he loved them, Kurt signaled for Blaine to turn the radio off. It was dead quiet in the room afterwards and they all looked like the world had ended.

Santana was the first to pull herself together and she cleared her throat to snap the others back to life. They all looked back at her with fear in their eyes and Santana quickly decided to take charge. "Since we apparently won't get any help any time soon, we have to try to survive on our own." She pointed to Rachel. "How much food do we have left?" Rachel shook her head sadly.

"Not so much. A couple of days worth of food, maybe a week if we ration it. There's a little more food for you guys to eat, since there's some meat in the freezer." Santana gaped in shock. She knew they were lacking food, but she hadn't believed that they had so little. She looked at Kurt and Blaine before she turned back to Rachel.

"Okay, Kurt, Blaine and I will eat mostly meat, then you can take the food we have left that you're able to eat."

"But-"

"No buts Rachel. You don't eat meat and we do and I don't want you to starve." She ignored Rachel's protests and turned back to Kurt and Blaine again. "You guys are cool with that right?"

"Yeah of course."

"Totally."

"See, everyone is fine with it, so don't argue." Rachel nodded in defeat and looked down to her hands. Santana sighed.

"Since we have so little food left, I'm afraid that we'll have to relocate and that means that we have to walk, since the car is out of gas." Everyone in the living room had looked rather pale after the radio broadcast, but when Santana told them that they had to leave the house they all looked like ghosts. Santana didn't look any better herself. "Yeah I don't want to do that either, but we have no choice. If we stay here we will most likely die from starvation, but if we leave we at least have a better chance of surviving. We do have Finn's gun to protect us and you all saw that I know how to use it. I even found some extra ammunition in Finn's bag, so we do have some protection against those lunatics out there. Still I suggest that we try to find some type of weapon for you guys too. There's probably something we can use in the tool shed or the garage, but it's too dark outside to go check it out today. So we'll have to do that tomorrow. I also think that we should start packing for the journey ahead. I did see some backpacks in the basement and I think that it would be better for us to use them rather than our bags and suitcases. Those backpacks will be better suited, because we need to pack lightly. We can only take with us what we truly need like clothes, supplies and food. Not too much, since we'll have to be able to carry it and also run with it if we get chased." Santana looked at the three other people in the room. "Are there any objection to my plan?" Blaine raised his hand. "Umm, yes Blaine?"

"I nominate Santana to be our leader." He gave her a determined look.

"Well I don't think-"

"I second that." Kurt nodded his head.

"But-"

"Me too." Rachel reached out and shook Santana's hand. "Congratulations Santana, you're our new leader."

Santana was floored, this was not what she had envisioned, she had just wanted to make it to a new place and survive. Now she was suddenly responsible for three other people's lives and she didn't know what to think about that. Rachel saw that Santana had started to panic.

"Relax Santana. This doesn't mean that you have to babysit us. This only means that if we need to make a decision as a group, you're the one that have the final word. You're the one that organizes and decides what we have to do. Just like you were doing right now, before Blaine decided to make you our leader. So nothings changed, except that you now have a title to go with you bossing us around." She smiled at Santana and it was clear that she had calmed her down, she wasn't panicking any more. Rachel turned and looked at Blaine and Kurt. "I think we all should go to bed. We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow." Kurt yawned.

"Yeah I'm beat. Come on Blaine, I have to change your bandage before we go to bed. Night girls."

"Night Kurt."

After the boys had left, Rachel grabbed Santana' hands and looked her right in the eyes. "I believe in you Santana. There's no one better to lead our group than you and I trust you with my life."

Santana suddenly had this strange urge to cry, but she pushed it down and instead opted to hug Rachel (but only to get her to shut up about all this mushy stuff.) She tried to secretly dry away a stray tear without Rachel noticing it. Rachel saw it anyway, but she didn't say anything about it. Instead she squeezed Santana's hand and started to walk up the stairs to their bedroom.

"Let's go to bed."

Early the next morning Santana and Kurt went through the tool shed and the garage to find things that they would need for their pending journey. Blaine and Rachel were still inside, packing food and necessary supplies into their backpacks. Santana found some useful things in the shed and when they opened up the garage they were met by the sight of an old rusty blue Ford pick-up truck standing there. Santana smiled.

"Maybe if we're lucky we could get that piece of junk to work." But when she tried the driver door, it was locked. "Perfect!" Was it really too much to ask for to have a little bit of luck, after everything they had been through already? Santana quickly started to look around for the keys, but abruptly stopped when she heard a high pitch scream coming from Kurt.

Kurt had ignored the instructions, Santana had given him earlier that day, to not leave her side. He had, without thinking too much about it, wandered further into the back of the garage, where he had found a door. He knew that he probably should get Santana, but his curiosity won and he opened the door. Before he knew what was happening he was standing face to face with a huge zombie, who immediately attacked him. All Kurt could do was to scream in fear, as he fell down to the cement floor with the zombie on top of him. He desperately tried to push it away, so he could run to safety, but the guy was so heavy that he had more than enough with keeping it from biting him. He could feel that his arms were giving away, because of the weight of the other guy on top of him. He certainly wasn't strong enough to hold the zombie away from himself much longer. All he could think about was that this was it, he was going to die and that he had been to busy today to tell Blaine how much he loved him. He felt his arms give away and saw the zombies gaping mouth coming towards him.

When Santana heard the girly scream coming from Kurt, she quickly grabbed Finn's gun and ran to the other side of the car. She saw the open door in the back of the garage and the outline of two struggling bodies on the floor. She could see that, what she believed to be, Kurt was losing the battle against the other one. So Santana just went with her instinct and aimed the gun to shoot the one on top, hoping that she had picked the right one.

As Kurt was about to give up the fight, he heard a gun shot and then his whole face was covered in blood from the zombies head. The body he was holding up went limb and then it sagged down on top of him. Not long after that Santana came running and pushed the body away and helped him up. He could see that she was furies and she immediately started screaming at him.

"I told you to stay by my side Kurt! What were you thinking?!" Kurt didn't know what to say and he looked down guiltily. Santana rolled her eyes at his behaviour, because he was acting like a five-year old that had been caught stealing cookies. She quickly took Kurt's hand and dragged him outside and mumbled out. "We'll have to get you cleaned up."

When neither Blaine or Rachel came running out to see what had happened, Santana turned around to face Kurt again. "I don't want them to know about this if we can hide it." Kurt nodded in agreement. Santana led him to a water hose beside the house and told him to close his eyes and then she hosed him down. When she was finished Kurt looked like a miserable drowned cat and Santana almost laughed, but she had more pressing issues to take care of.

"We'll have to try to sneak you back into the house, so you can get some dry clothes. Come on!" Kurt didn't move, so Santana grabbed Kurt's hand and led him silently back to the front door.

When they were standing safely inside the hall, Santana found out why nobody had come running because of the gun shot. Rachel had apparently put on her Broadway song collection as high as she could in the kitchen, so it was no wonder they hadn't heard anything. Santana quickly whispered to Kurt to hurry up and get upstairs to change and then to come back down. She waited impatiently for him to return and kept glancing worriedly at the kitchen door for any sign of Blaine or Rachel. Finally Kurt came down the stairs and Santana hurriedly dragged him outside again. He didn't look like he wanted to and Santana couldn't blame him for that, but she needed his help to get rid of the zombie laying inside the garage.

"We can't bury his body since we haven't got a lookout this time, but I think that we can manage to dump him inside the tool shed?" Kurt just nodded. He looked like he wanted to disappear, but he stayed and helped Santana move the dead man to the shed. Santana dusted off her hands when they had successfully gotten rid of the zombie and looked at Kurt. "I know that you want to get back inside, but we have to check out the rest of garage first. We still have to look for the car keys and see if there are other things we can use." Kurt nodded again. Santana knew that she probably should be a little concerned about the fact that Kurt hadn't said a word since the attack, but she had more important things to worry about so she didn't question it.

They went back inside the garage and searched everywhere for the keys, but they still couldn't find them. They did find some useful stuff and to Santana's delight she found a weapon safe inside the back room where the zombie had been, but when she went to open it, it was locked. That was the last drop for Santana and she started to kick and punch the stupid thing. Why was everything locked anyway, they were in the middle of nowhere, who was going to steal something here?

Kurt quickly came up from behind and put his arms around Santana to get her to stop. He murmured in a low voice into her ear. "Stop Santana, you're only going to hurt yourself." He hugged her tightly and that triggered something inside Santana that made her break down. She had tried to be strong, but everything was going wrong and now she let herself cry in the arms of Kurt, who tried to comfort her the best he could. After a while she untangled herself from Kurt's embrace and dried her eyes. She quickly looked at Kurt, who also had tears running down his cheeks, before she looked down and mumbled out a quiet "Thank you." She then quickly looked up again and pointed at Kurt. He could clearly see the fire in her eyes.

"This never happened!" Kurt gave her a sad smile.

"Never happened, got it."

Santana shook her head and looked at the weapon safe. "We really need that key." She looked back at Kurt, who reluctantly started to speak.

"I really don't want to do this, but maybe we should check if that dead guy has the key?" That made Santana smile and to Kurt's big surprise, she hugged him.

"That's a brilliant idea Kurt!"

It probably was, but Kurt wasn't trilled about going back to that thing that had almost killed him. Luckily for him it looked like Santana didn't have any qualms digging through that dead guys pockets. Kurt almost jumped ten feet in the air in fear, when Santana suddenly shouted in triumph and showed him the little key she had found. They hurried back to the garage and they both smiled when the key fit inside the safe lock and the door swung open. When Santana saw the content of the weapon safe, she turned to Kurt and they both laughed in joy over their discovery. Maybe their luck had finally changed.