A/N: Request for TrustInFaith

"Okay guys for our next assign-" Mr. Schue stopped when lights were flashing around.

"Zombies!" Brittany yelled. Her girlfriends instantly tried to calm her down.

"Babe, I'm sure there's not zombies attacking us." Quinn said, massaging her shoulders. Rachel nodded in agreement, squeezing her hand and Santana was rubbing her thigh.

"Yea, baby, its okay." Santana said.

"Excuse me. This is your principal. We are currently being attacked by zombies. Please evacuate quickly."

"Told you!" Brittany said, as everybody rushed. Mr. Schue instructed them to go his apartment. When they got there, they realized he had picked up Ms. Pillsbury as well, something Santana rolled her eyes at.

"Okay. Puckerman, Hudson, Chang, Evans, Abrams and Rutherford in this room. Mercedes, Tina, Lauren, and Kurt in this room. Santana, Brtitany, Quinn, and Rachel in this room. Everyone be careful." Mr. Schue said. Santana instantly walked between Rachel and where Finn was standing, knowing the giant would try something. He'd been trying something ever since Rachel had rejected him at Nationals. Soon, they were all settled in their room.

"No matter what happens, I love you guys." Brittany said, kissing all of her girlfriends.

"I love you guys, too." Quinn said, hugging all of her girlfriends.

"And I love you as well." Rachel said.

"I love you guys too." Santana said, hugging Quinn and kissing Brittany. Rachel looked down. Santana had yet to tell Rachel that she loved her. Santana treated her well and she was sweet when they were alone and making out, but she'd only told Brittany and Quinn that she loved them. The three Cheerios began talking, and Rachel just sat there, quiet. She didn't say a word for three hours, but none of her girlfriends said a word acknowledging it. When Quinn went to the bathroom, Santana went to get some blankets, and Brittany went to get food, Rachel went on the roof. She figured they'd at least notice she was gone, but she sat on the roof for three days, and no one came to get her.

"Wait... where's Rachel?" Quinn said.

"She's been really quiet. I think she's under the bed." Brittany said.

"She's not there, Britt... Damn it... Berry!" Santana yelled, running downstairs. Rachel tried to stand up and go in the window, but her foot slipped and she screamed.

"Help!" she screamed. She heard footsteps running up the stairs and the doo slamming open.

"Rachel!" Brittany screamed.

"Rachel get in here!" Finn yelled. The entire glee club began yelling.

"Everyone shut the fuck up!" Santana yelled before turning to the window. "Rach, babe, please let us help you." Santana pleaded.

"I don't want you to help me! Didn't you get my note?" Rachel said. Santana looked around and saw a piece of paper.

Dear Brittany, Quinn, and most of all, Santana,

I love you (ALL of you) very much, but I have to break up with all of you. I just can't handle this anymore. I'm finding my dads as soon as we can leave.

Love, Rachel

"Rachel, you can't break up with us!" Quinn said, ignoring the girl's request and pulling her into the room through the window.

"I love you all, but you all just love each other." Rachel said.

"Rae, we love you. I love you." Brittany said, kissing her before Quinn did.

"Seriously, Rachel. You know I love you." Quinn said. Santana remained silent and Rachel held back her tears as she wobbled back to the window, only to fall before actually being able to climb out. Santana screamed when she saw two zombies in the window. Finn slammed the window shut and Santana surged forward, tears in her eyes.

"Rachel, baby, I love you! I love you so much. I love you." she yelled, kissing the diva. Rachel smiled as she kissed back. "So much." she whispered. Quinn and Brittany immediately joined in the group hug. Santana looked around. "Get the fuck out." she growled. Quinn stood up and pushed everyone out of the room.

"Go downstairs and leave us the fuck alone!" Quinn yelled, locking the door and turning around with an evil smirk.

Santana woke up in bed to Rachel screaming. "Rachel... Rach, baby calm down. Baby girl, what's wrong?" Santana asked, pulling the girl closer to her.

"I had a dream. You me, Quinn, and Britt were all in a relationship." Rachel said. Santana smirked.

"Uh... B and Q are in a relationship and you and I are in a relationship, but we aren't in one together." she laughed, kissing her girlfriend on the side of her head.

"Anyway, Britt and Quinn had already said they loved me, and the three of you had said it, but you had never said it to me and then we were attacked by zombies. I went on a roof and no one noticed for three days, but then I slipped and you guys saved me, but you still wouldn't say it and then the zombies came and you saved me and then you finally told me that you loved me and then the four of us had sex." Rachel said.

"Now excuse me. But when I suggested a foursome, you got mad at me!" Santana teased. Rachel rolled her eyes.

"There's one truth to that dream." Rachel said, rolling over so that she was on top of Santana.

"Zombies are gonna attack us." Santana said, smiling.

"No, you dork. You haven't told me that you love me." Rachel said. Santana frowned and wrapped her arms to keep the girl close.

"I love you." she whispered.

"You just saying that?" Rachel asked. Santana smiled softly and shook her head. Rachel stared into her eyes. "I know." she whispered.

"I do love you." Santana said.

"I love you too." Rachel said, kissing the Latina.

"Let's get to school. We have Glee Club and I don't want to miss the zombies." Santana said, earning a slap on the shoulder from her girlfriend along with a smile as she rolled off the bed.

"I can't believe you dreamed that Quinn and Britt and us were in a relationship together." Santana said, laughing as she pulled on her Cheerios uniform.

"You're the only girl I wanna be with, San." Rachel said wrapping her arms around the Latina's neck.

"And why's that, diva?" Santana asked, arms around Rachel's waist.

"Because I love you." Santana leaned down to kiss her girlfriend.

"Mmm... I love you too. Let's get to school." Santana whispered.