A/N: Here's the next installment. Thank you for the reviews on the last chapter. Let's dive right in shall we? :D
Chapter 10
"I think we should help them." Mercedes said without hesitation.
Santana glanced at all those assembled, waiting for their opinion as well. She had put it to a vote as to whether or not to help or trust the two newcomers.
"I disagree. They admitted to spying on us for who knows how long? They could have ulterior motives." Rachel said.
"I agree with Rachel. I mean why spy on us? Why not just introduce themselves and be done with it?" This from Quinn who was still casting suspicious glances at their 'guests'.
"They want something. Their story was too rehearsed. Too convenient." Mike said nodding along with Quinn.
"The big one, Dave, he kept throwing glances at Sebastian. You know like when you're trying to figure out if you're doing or saying something right? I don't trust them." Brittany said quietly.
"Well I think we should give them a chance. The more people we have the easier it will be to get out of here." Puck gave his opinion.
"We can't think in numbers Noah. We have to be smart about this. They're strangers. Suspicious ones at that." Rachel chastised.
"Well they're human beings. I was raised to help people in need. I can't in good conscience turn my back on those two knowing they asked for help. I just can't." Mercedes protested.
"This isn't about your ideals Mercedes. This isn't about religion or hospitality. This is about survival. Just because zombies are out there now doesn't mean we forget the fundamental fact that humans are dangerous as well. Maybe even more dangerous." Rachel said to her.
"I don't think we should judge them based off of those beliefs. I think we should judge them by their actions and so far they've been nothing but nice." Mercedes responded, looking ready to argue.
"Hold on you two. Let's not argue about this." Santana intervened. "Rachel, Brittany, Quinn and Mike believe we shouldn't trust them. And Mercedes and Puck want to help them. So far the majority is against this."
"What do you think Santana?" Quinn asked.
"I think all of you have valid points. But I'm honestly getting a bad vibe from them. Given the situation I think I would get a bad vibe from just about anyone. That's why I need your opinions. You guys wanted me to lead you to New York and I can do that but only with your help. We have to rely on each other and make these kinds of decisions together. So I'm with the group that disagrees." She answered.
"Well majority rules it seems." Quinn said.
"This is bullshit. We didn't take a vote when Santana and her group showed up. Maybe we should have." Puck glared at them.
"Well if we did we would still be right where we are now because they're the best thing that could have happened to us." Mercedes snapped at him, obviously fed up with his attitude.
"Sam what do you think?" Puck turned to his silent friend.
"I really don't care." He answered monotonously.
"Dude come on, you gotta snap out of it." Puck said placing a hand on his friend's arm.
"I said I don't care." He said, shrugging off Puck's hand and walking away.
"Just leave him alone Puck. Not everyone has the ability to be an asshole and not care like you do. He's obviously still taking what happened earlier really hard. I mean he snapped. You saw him." Mercedes scolded.
"He was justified in his actions!" he protested.
"No he wasn't. You said something to him Puck. You wanted someone to do your dirty work for you and you chose him because he trusts you." Rachel chimed in.
"Oh please. He's a man. He can think for himself. Besides, his whole family is gone except for his little brother, he was trapped in a mall for six months, he watched his friends die and he's had to watch his girl get cozy with someone else. Someone whose family ironically is responsible for all the suffering he went through. Say what you want but he was justified in what he did." Puck defended.
"First of all I'm not his girl. Secondly we've all lost something. We've all suffered the exact same fate he has and yet we're holding it together as best we can. Santana is not responsible for what her mother did as much as you want to believe she is. The truth is you have an inferiority complex and Sam was an easy target for your ego. You've always been like this. You call him your best friend but the truth is you're nothing but a bully." Brittany intervened.
"Preach!" Mercedes exclaimed.
"A bully? I worked my ass off to help keep you guys safe and I'm a bully for not trusting these guys? We're debating not trusting them," he said pointing to Sebastian and Dave, "but we blindly put our trust in these people? You don't find it strange that they showed up right on time when we needed them? That her mother is responsible for all of this and we were lead right to her? How do you know we weren't going to be an experiment as well? They practically hand delivered us to the science freaks." He argued frustrated.
"Not this again." Mike muttered.
"We just went over this. We're on the same side. Are you really trying to stir shit up right now?" Quinn asked.
"I'm looking out for my friends. I happen to think we don't need you. We can get to New York on our own, get Summer and Stevie, find a safe place and be done with all this zombie shit." The irate boy answered.
"Get to New York? With what Puck? Do you think Santana and her friends are gonna give us the bus and their weapons and wish us a safe journey?" Mercedes asked exasperatedly.
"We can find our own weapons and transportation. There's a city going mad out there. We just need to steal a van or something and loot one of the weapons stores and be on our way." He said.
"Ok. That's a decent idea." Santana said, surprising everyone gathered.
"Really?" Puck asked.
"Santana what are you saying?" Brittany asked worriedly.
"I'm saying I thought we had called a truce not five minutes ago and now here we are again. I'm sick of it. You and anyone who wants to go with you are free to leave. No one's stopping you." She addressed Puck, gesturing to the door.
Santana watched as he looked to each of his friends, waiting for someone to step up with him. When they all looked away he shook his head and walked over to Sam. She watched as he spoke to the other boy, no doubt spewing all the nonsense he did a second ago and waited patiently to see what would happen next. When the blonde boy shook his head and turned away from Puck, Santana did her best to contain her smirk.
"Ok so you have two choices." Santana said loudly, intending for the newcomers to hear as well. "You can either stay with us until we get to New York and happily part ways or you can go it on your own with those two over there." She finished.
"Wait you guys aren't going to help us?" Dave asked nervously.
"My friends and I don't trust you. And as you can see we have some issues of our own that we need to iron out so really it's best for us to go our separate ways. What we will do is give you guys some food to last you a day or two but that's it." She answered.
"What about weapons?" Dave asked.
"We don't have any to spare." Santana said.
"Didn't you say you guys had baseball bats? Those are useful." Brittany said.
"We don't have them anymore. We uh…had to run when the zombies kept coming. We dropped the bats. It was stupid I know." Dave replied.
"Well we're in a museum so I'm sure you can find something to fight with." Santana said narrowing her eyes.
Looking over she saw Brittany shared the same suspicion. More and more she was starting to believe her vibe was right. Those two were hiding something.
"Well I'm not leaving my friends alone with you so I guess we'll go until we get to New York." Puck said.
"We'll let you stay here with us until the morning and then you're on your own." Santana said to Dave.
She watched as the two men shared a look, communicating something without words. They seemed to have come to an agreement and nodded silently at Santana.
"Brody watch them. Mike will take over in a few hours," Santana instructed, "everyone else get some rest. We leave at dawn."
Everyone silently did as they were told, going into their respective corners and settling down for the night. Santana lay next to Brittany and did her best to close her eyes and rest, but her mind was too much of a mess to really settle down.
She thought of the earlier incident with Sam. She wouldn't admit it to anyone but she was scared. She was afraid the boy was too far gone to be talked down. The feel of the gun pressed to her head and being alone with him as he made all his accusations was frightening.
She was pretty sure she would have been able to fight back, but she wasn't so sure both of them would have been able to walk away if Brittany and the others hadn't shown up. And self defense or not if she had killed him, she's certain that his friends would have retaliated.
She startled a bit when Brittany threw an arm around her and paused for a minute listening as the other girl's breaths evened out. She was glad the others had no problem sleeping. Even Quinn and Mike were out already.
She turned silently on her back, careful not to wake the sleeping blonde, and glanced over to the two men that showed up earlier. The fat one was asleep, leaning slightly against the smaller one that was wide awake and taking in his surroundings.
Santana knew the look on his face. He was looking for something specific. She wasn't sure what but she knew they were right not to trust them or keep them on their trip to New York. First thing they would do in the morning was send them on their way. She didn't want them following behind their bus either.
Before they all knew it dawn was breaking. Santana felt someone nudging her awake and cracked her eyes open to see Mike above her.
"Hey it's time to move." He said softly.
"What time is it?" she asked.
"Five in the morning. The sun will rise soon. I figure you would want to move earlier since we've got those guys to deal with." He said nodding towards the sleeping strangers.
"Yeah you're right." She said, dislodging herself from Brittany's hold, noting the other girl was still fast asleep.
Brushing a few stray wisps of blonde hair from her face, she decided to let the girl sleep in a bit longer. Every moment of sleep was so precious right now. She looked over to Mike, ready to deal with the two men, when she caught the knowing look on his face.
"What?" she asked self-consciously.
"You two are so cute together." He cooed teasingly.
"Shut up. It's not like we're official or anything." She said nudging him.
"When are you going to ask her?"
"What? I don't know. I'm not sure if she would even want me to." Santana huffed.
"Why wouldn't she?" he asked confusedly.
"Because you know what it's like in the heat of the moment and all that. Who knows what will happen when we get to New York and things settle down. I'm not sure if you noticed but I'm a bit moody and my mother is a maniac. Not something you would willingly want to associate with for too long." She answered.
"If that's what you see then I feel sorry for you. Just don't go assuming things ok? Let her decide what she wants." He cautioned.
"What about what I want?" she asked.
"Oh we both know what you want." He said laughing at his friend's red face.
"Whatever Chang, just let's get this over with." She instructed walking away, neither noticing the pair of blue eyes watching them.
Approaching the sleeping figures, Santana debated on how to handle the situation. If her calculations were correct they should be in New York by early afternoon, barring no obstacles. The food they had with them was enough to last a few days, so they had enough to spare these guys some.
"Mike grab a few tins of food in a bag for them. I'll wake them." She said.
Once Mike went off to gather the supplies, Santana gently shook Sebastian's shoulder. When he stirred she stepped back and watched him get his bearings. When he finally noticed her standing above him, his expression turned belligerent.
"Ready to kick us out?" he snarled.
"More like ready to escort you out but whatever. Wake your friend and get ready." She said.
"Dave. Wake up." She watched as he tried to nudge his friend awake. She raised an eyebrow as the larger boy burrowed further into Sebastian, almost cuddling.
"I said wake up you idiot!" Sebastian snapped, pushing Dave away from him.
"What? What's going on?" Dave asked, looking disoriented.
"It's time for us to go." Sebastian answered, rising to his feet.
"Oh. We're really going?" He asked, still looking groggy.
"Shut up. Yes we are. Now get up." Sebastian ordered.
"But you said…"
"I said shut up!" Sebastian said, grabbing the other boy by the collar and shaking him hard.
The sight would almost amuse Santana if what Dave hinted at didn't send warning bells through her head. Gesturing a subtle shake of her head to Mike, she saw him halt his movements.
"It's quiet enough that you guys can make a run for it. We'll help you get transportation then you're on your own." She informed them.
"Fine. Where's our food?" Sebastian all but demanded.
"We don't have enough to spare sorry." she told them.
"Yeah I'm sure you are."Sebastian muttered, walking towards the door.
Santana paused for a second to wake Quinn and let her know they were getting rid of their guests. After she promised to keep an eye on everyone and get everything in order, Santana and Mike left.
"You guys are making a huge mistake. Some of those guys don't trust you. We would. It would be more of us against them." Sebastian said to Santana.
"I know Puck and Sam don't trust me. I know where I stand with them. You two on the other hand I don't know. Your words mean nothing to me. Keep walking." She urged, gun pointed at their backs.
By now they had reached the stairs to take them to the first floor. The four slowed down as they looked for signs of any danger, specifically the undead. When all that greeted them was silence, Santana urged them onwards, hoping this would be over and done with as quickly as possible. Now would have been a really good time for everyone to leave. But first things first.
"Please you guys can't do this. We won't hurt you." Dave said, a slight tremor in his voice.
For a moment Santana felt her resolve weaken. She wasn't cruel. Sure she did what she had to do but never out of cruelty. This boy, Dave, he seemed genuinely scared. But then she recalled their exchange from earlier and felt herself harden once more. She wouldn't allow herself to be taken in. She would not put her people in danger.
"You should be more concerned about us hurting you. We have the weapons and the numbers." Mike said to him.
"Look just stop. Our decision is final." Santana said quietly now on high alert as they made their way towards the doors that would take them outside.
Before exiting the museum she and Mike scoped out the area, noticing a few zombies ambling up and down the streets. It wasn't a lot but they couldn't risk drawing attention to themselves. After they had walked a good five minutes or so, they made it to one of the main roads.
"Look." Mike whispered, pointing to an SUV closest to them.
As they made their way over, the stillness of the air began to unsettle Santana. She knew a lot of zombies were probably in the heart of the city as well as on the highway, but the highway was close enough that a lot more of them should have been out there.
Wanting to get this over with as soon as possible, she walked over to the SUV, making sure it was clear before signalling to the others. Santana started the SUV to make sure they had enough gas for some of their journey and felt a spike of irritation when she noted the full tank, thinking back on their own depleting levels.
Looking around, she noticed some more abandoned vehicles and made a note to drive this way to siphon as much gas as possible.
"Well I guess this is it. Thanks at least, for helping us find transportation and giving us a place to stay." Dave said to her and Mike.
"You're welcome." Mike answered, and Santana could hear a tinge of regret in his voice.
"Get in the car. We're leaving." Sebastian said to Dave.
"Bye." The larger boy muttered.
As Santana and Mike watched the two drive away, she felt relief course though her that that particular problem was over. As they made their way back to the museum they did their best not to draw attention to themselves. The zombies nearby didn't seem to care about their presence either way and for that they were grateful.
When they got back to the museum, Santana was relieved to see that the group was already downstairs and waiting by the bus. She noted that Brittany had gathered her things and sent the blonde a smile of gratitude.
"We're all ready to go when you are Santana." Brody said already settling into the front seat of the bus.
"Let's get out of here then." She said, and noticed the look of relief and anticipation on everyone's face.
"We found some cars on one of the main roads, let's take a detour there to get some gas then head to New York." She said as they prepared to get on the bus.
The sudden squealing of tires in the quiet morning startled everyone. Looking around for the source of the noise she saw a vehicle barreling towards them.
"Are they out of their minds?" Mercedes exclaimed.
"Why aren't they stopping?" Quinn demanded.
Getting a closer look at the vehicle Santana realized exactly who it was coming towards them. Glancing quickly at Mike she saw that he realized it as well.
"Those fucking bastards. Everyone get out of the way." She screamed at the group, grabbing Brittany and pulling her to the side of the building.
"Brody get out of the bus!" she heard Quinn yell and glanced up in time to see the SUV heading straight for the bus that Brody had yet to exit.
"Shit." She said and took off running to her friend.
"Santana!" she heard Brittany yell for her, but she couldn't stop. She had to help Brody.
Mike and Quinn seemed to have the same idea because they were also running towards him. Finally snapping out of his shock, Brody attempted to move the bus out of the SUV's path. Santana knew it was already too late and could only watch in horror as the SUV slammed into the bus, the momentum taking it all the way into the walls of the museum.
The alarms of both vehicles suddenly went off, not giving anyone time to process what happened. Quinn and Mike made a run for the smashed bus, desperately trying to get to their friend. Santana on the other hand was livid. She marched over to the SUV that was holding the bus in place and yanked open the driver's door.
Seeing a disoriented Sebastian trying to maneuver away from the deployed air bag, she dragged him out by his collar unto the ground and proceeded to kick the crap out of him. She didn't care that he was apparently injured. She didn't care that the alarms were drawing zombies towards them. She didn't even hear her friends call out for her to stop. She didn't care. All she wanted to do was hurt this weasel who had endangered her friends. Who'd probably killed one of her friends.
She felt arms pry her away from her target and struggled to get away. She wasn't finished with that son of a bitch. She wouldn't be done until he was dead. Letting out a feral scream, she wrenched herself away from the person holding her and launched herself at the immobile body of Sebastian. Before she could pick up where she left off, she felt a punch to her gut. Doubling over in pain, she looked up to find a pissed off Quinn staring down at her.
"We don't fucking have time for this. We are two seconds away from becoming breakfast!" She exclaimed.
Looking around the area, Santana focused on the new development. No bus to take them away, the entrance to the museum blocked by the mangled bus and now hordes of zombies slowly coming towards them. Just fucking great.
Nodding at Quinn she avoided asking the obvious question. She wasn't ready for the answer and needed to focus on this new situation.
"Five guns Santana. There's too many of them. We don't have a vehicle anymore and Brody is too injured to make it very far."Quinn said urgently.
"Let me think Quinn. Just give me a minute." She said. At least now she knew that Brody was alive even if his condition wasn't good.
"There are a few vehicles where we came from Santana. How about we go that way and get some?" Mike asked coming to stand next to them.
"Good idea. But first we have to go around them." she said gesturing to the zombies coming from all sides.
"Someone is going to have to stay here with Brody. He can't move."Quinn informed her.
"Ok. Can you and Brittany do that Quinn?" She asked, already running her plan through her head.
"Yeah we can, but what will you two do?" She asked.
"We'll make a run for it. They may be man eating monsters but from what I've seen they're slow. Mike and I can make a run for it and get two vehicles. We'll meet you all back here." Santana said.
"But what about the rest of them? They're sitting ducks." Mike whispered.
"Get them to the bus. If they can stand on top of it out of the zombies reach then that should buy us enough time." She answered.
"And him?" Quinn asked, nodding towards the unconscious Sebastian.
"Leave him." Santana said coldly.
Mike and Quinn glanced at each other before nodding their agreement. Running quickly towards the others, Quinn ushered them towards the bus, breaking one of the windows thoroughly, before urging them to climb. By now both Mercedes and Rachel were crying, sure this was the end for them. Santana was glad to see that Brittany at least kept her composure.
She stood in front of Quinn, gun raised as she became a shield for her friends. Glancing over quickly, her eyes met Santana's and behind the fear there was strength. She trusted Santana to get them out of this situation. The same way Santana trusted her to protect everyone while she and Mike were gone.
Nodding to the blonde, Santana and Mike ran towards the main road, occasionally shooting down a few of the zombies that got too close for comfort. She made a mental count of how many bullets she'd already used, and knew she would have to stop or she would run out. Mike seemed to have the same idea and holstered his, picking up his speed as they drew nearer to the site of the vehicles.
"Damn it." Santana said as they saw the spaces between the vehicles lined off with more zombies.
"I have an idea." Mike said as he slowly started walking towards them.
"What are you doing Chang?" Santana asked.
"A distraction." He said.
"What are you going to do?" she asked skeptically.
"Did I ever tell you about the time I auditioned to be a stuntman?" he asked casually.
"No. What do your weird professional choices have to do with anything?" she asked.
"Well it's no secret that I'm an action man. I'm going to create a diversion by jumping from car to car until I get to one of the furthest vehicles on this road. I'll set off the alarm and draw them to me. Then you can pick two cars and I'll meet you back here." He said grinning.
"That sounds well and good but how will you get back here when you'll be surrounded?" she asked.
"We'll cross that bridge when we get to it." He said before hoisting himself up on top the nearest car. Throwing a wink at a still protesting Santana he was off.
Santana couldn't help but worry about, yet be in awe of, her friend. She watched as he jumped on to several different car roofs. His actions were starting to draw the attention of the undead and some had slowly started following him.
The good news was that no one was paying attention to her. She slowly made her way to the nearest car, cursing when she saw no keys. She continued on, pausing only when her actions seemed to have alerted some that had lingered behind. Holding very still she watched as they seemed to sniff the air, before deciding that whatever it was wasn't worth it.
Breathing a sigh of relief she went back to her task. She knew Mike wanted her to wait until they were lured away but she knew that if she got an early start the quicker they could get this done and return to the others. She wondered briefly how they were faring but didn't dwell on it, determined not to be distracted.
The sudden blaring of a car signaled Mike's success. She quickly locked herself into one of the cars so the sudden swarm of zombies wouldn't see her. Keeping her head down, she counted slowly to fifty, hoping that was enough time to draw them all away.
Glancing over the dash she saw the coast was clear. Well the coast next to her anyway. She could still see them swarming up ahead with Mike on top of the highest vehicle he could find, an ice cream truck.
Quickly running from car to car she checked as many as she could. Some didn't have gas, others were completely locked and those that weren't had no keys. Getting frustrated she slammed her hand on the steering wheel of a car she was in, both startled and relieved when a set of keys fell off of the visor.
"Come on come on come on." she murmured putting the keys in the ignition. When it purred to life and showed a full tank of gas she almost screamed for joy.
Leaving the car running she took off to find another one, glancing quickly to make sure Mike was still ok. He must have felt her eyes on him because he started waving like a lunatic. Shaking her head at his antics, she approached a Hilux Pickup truck. This made her think of Brody and she faltered for only a second. They needed to hurry this up so that they could get back to the others and get Brody some help.
Turning the keys in the ignition she was relieved to hear the engine roar. There was only a half a tank of gas but it would be enough. It was perfect.
Getting out and giving Mike the thumbs up, she watched as he debated what to do. He looked around at the creatures yapping at his heels and back over to Santana before shrugging and leaping off the ice cream truck on to another car. This car was lower and the hands that reached for him were surer than the first time around.
She watched as Mike kicked out at the hands and kept coming in her direction. She held her breath and watched as he kept out of their reach, a little slower than before but still as effective. When they were almost to her, she ran back to the car, gesturing to Mike that the truck was his.
When he finally made it to the truck Santana watched in admiration as he slid through the window on the driver's side, making sure the glass was firmly back up before reaching hands could grab him. They both pulled off the road at the same time, eluding the persistent zombies who still hobbled after them even when they were far from their reach.
Exhaling the breath she didn't realize she was holding, the two headed back to the museum intent on rescuing their friends and getting out of there. When they saw Brittany and Quinn side by side, shooting at the zombies pressing in on them, Santana pressed the horn on the car, trying her best to lure them away. When only a few took the bait, she heard Mike rev the engine of the truck before charging towards them.
Sticking her head out the window she screamed for Quinn and Brittany to get out of the way, watching as the two girls turned and hopped on to the roof of the bus with the others. Mike's truck went barreling into the zombies, sending limbs flying everywhere. He reversed, and Santana watched in disgust as arms and legs were dislodged from the tires. Spinning in the opposite direction, he plowed through more of them with the same result. Realizing that he was clearing a path for her, she quickly urged the car forward, coming to a stop near to the bus.
Quinn and Brittany were the first to jump off, still holding their guns just in case. The others soon joined them and maneuvered their way to Santana's car, being careful to avoid the snapping heads of the zombies. Mikes truck suddenly came to a screeching halt next to them, and she heard Quinn order Puck and Sam to lift Brody to the back of it.
"The car can seat five. Brit you, Rachel, Mercedes and Kurt come with me. Quinn has some Medical training so she'll be better off with Brody. I'll give Brody's gun to Rachel and we'll lead from the front ok?" she asked.
"Yeah that sounds good." The blonde answered.
"Sam and Puck can go with Mike." She continued.
"Brody is hurt really badly; we have to get him help." Rachel said to her.
"We'll stop at the nearest pharmacy or clinic and get some medical supplies. Quinn will have to work with that for a few hours until we can get him to a hospital in New York." She replied.
"Santana we have to go. Looks like our friends have caught up with us."Mike yelled.
"All of you get into the car. I'll go get Brody's gun."Santana instructed.
"He dropped it in the bus Santana. Do we have time?" Quinn asked from the back of the truck.
Looking at the distance between them and the new wave of zombies, Santana debated with herself. It would be better for them to leave and not risk it, but if there's one thing she's learned, it's that there's no such thing as a sure thing. It wasn't a sure thing they would get to New York without obstacles. They needed all the ammo they could get.
"I'll get the gun. You guys circle to the back of the museum and I'll make a run for it and meet you there ok. We'll take the back exit." She said.
"No Santana. I don't think it's a good idea. Just leave the gun and let's all go together." Brittany implored.
"It will be fine Brit. Just go before they get here. Mercedes you drive for now. Rachel, hold on to my gun, I'll just keep Brody's." She said handing her gun off to Rachel.
By now the zombies were only about twenty feet away. Santana quickly urged them to go and watched as they reluctantly followed her instructions. Just before she turned away, Brittany ran to her and pulled her into a firm kiss. Santana could almost taste the fear and worry from the other girl. In the kiss Brittany was pleading with her to be safe, to come back. She just hoped the other girl could taste the promise on her lips. Pulling away with one last look, Santana pushed Brittany towards the car.
She only heard both vehicles drive away as she turned to the bus. Launching herself through the nearest window Santana set about finding the gun. She looked at the crushed driver's seat and steering wheel and silently cursed. She could only imagine the state her friend was in. They really needed to get those medical supplies. She knew they had bandages and pain killers but she doubted that would be enough to treat Brody.
Finally spotting the gun on the floor next to the pedals, Santana rushed for it. Holstering the weapon to her hip, she cautiously looked out the window. Seeing the zombies were still about 10 feet away she jumped out and made her way around the bus towards the back of the building.
She didn't make it very far before pain exploded in her head, only having enough time to make out the bloodied face of Sebastian before everything went black.
A/N: Will Brody make it? Will Santana? Where's Dave? What will Sebastian do? So many questions.
A/N 2: I was wondering, do you guys want to see what happened with Brittany and the others while Santana and Mike were away or should we just get on with it lol? Let me know. Reviews are always appreciated. Thank you for reading :D