Chapter 10:
Brittany swung her quaterstaff sharply through the air, bringing it across the chest of a tall, lanky deadite with a crack. Once he was on the ground, Santana got to work slicing him up with her dagger.
The deadite swore and hissed at her, screaming terrible things and calling her mean-lady names.
"Hey!" Brittany barked, smacking her stick against his head. "That's no way to talk to a lady!"
Santana smiled up at her, her hand pausing on her dagger, which was currently buried into the deadite's jugular. "Thanks, Britt." She said. She pulled the dagger out, and they jumped back as blood spurted everywhere. Brittany noted that this ones blood was a bright orange colour. She smiled. She might not like these monsters very much, but at least their blood came in fun colours.
"Um, has anyone else noticed that we're not just fighting cheerio's anymore?" Finn asked, swinging his bat at three deadites who were clamouring around Rachel.
"I noticed," Brittany said. She motioned for Santana to join her by Finn's side, and the girl smirked and darted in front of one of the deadites. She held out her dagger, making upper cutting motions and trying to stab it, and the deadite walked backwards- and skewered itself on Brittany's staff.
Brittany grinned. "Who wants shish kebab?" She asked, swinging the stick around and offering the wriggling deadite to someone.
Ash nodded. "I could go for some," He said, his glinting as he sliced his chainsaw through the deadite-kebabob.
"Why didn't you say something, if you noticed?" Finn asked, still beating down one of his own deadites. Rachel stomped on another one's head with her shoe, trying to make it stop wiggling.
Brittany shrugged. "I don't know- probably because whenever I notice something, it usually something everyone else noticed like yesterday." She leaned on her staff, like a crutch. "I don't want to say something if it's gonna make me look stupid, right?"
"But-" Santana countered, wiping multi-coloured blood off her blade, against the tattered remains of her cheerio's skirt, "Sometimes you notice things no one else does, ever. And that's like, the opposite of stupid."
Brittany had to pause for a moment, because Santana never said nice things like that to her in front of other people- only when they were alone. She wondered what had changed-
"Blonde-girl, watch out!" Ash snapped.
Brittany turned around in time to see a a short, vaguely nerdy looking deadite with shark like teeth lung at her. "Oh..." She said, too stunned to react. So much teeth...
Before the deadite could reach her, she was knocked out of the way by Santana. She screamed, as the deadite instead sank it's sharp teeth into Santana's thigh. It took less then a second for Brittany to realize where she'd gone wrong, and she corrected it quickly. She'd been thinking before, and she hadn't reacted fast enough. She'd always known thinking was dangerous, which is why she preferred to not. Not thinking at all, she scrambled over to Santana and kicked her leg hard into the deadite's chest. "No," she shouted, tossing her quaterstaff away and sitting on the deadite's chest. She pulled her arm back and punched the deadite in it's stupid face with too much teeth. "No no no!"
"Easy Britt," Puck said, coming over and loading his gun. He aimed at the deadite's head. "I got it from here."
"No!" Brittany said again, this time to Puck. "This one is mine." She grabbed Santana's dagger from where she'd dropped it, and jammed it into the deadites skinny neck. Once she'd severed it's head, she stood up and bunted it down the hallway.
Puck looked impressed. "Alright, then."
Brittany nodded, and then rushed back over to Santana, who was lying on the floor, clutching her wounded leg. "Santana, are you alright?" She asked frantically. "Can you hear me? How many fingers am I holding up?" She quizzed, forgetting to hold up any fingers. "Walk away from the light Santana, I'm serious!"
Santana smiled, and put a hand on Brittany's shoulder. "Britt, calm down. I'm ok." She insisted.
Brittany sighed. "No light?"
She shook her head. "No...but remember that time I got that Brazilian wax, and said it was the most painful experience of my life?" She asked. Brittany nodded. She remembered very well. "Yeah, not anymore."
Brittany frowned. "Can I kiss you better?"
Santana gulped. She looked at the fight going on around her, and all her friends covered in different shades of blood. Fuck the closest...She thought, sitting up. She grabbed Brittany around the neck, and pulled her in. "You can sure as hell try," She said, pressing her lips against her. Brittany put her arms around Santana's shoulder, and wondered if kissing in public meant Santana could be her girlfriend now. She smiled against Santana's lips- that would be the best thing ever, if her best friend could be her girlfriend too.
"I love you Brittany," Santana whispered, tangling her fingers in her hair. "You're the only thing I've ever loved."
"I thought you said sex was the only thing you loved." She reminded her.
"I love you more then sex." Santana said.
Brittany smiled widely. "You're my best-girlfriend."
Santana nodded, smiling despite the intense pain in her leg. "Yeah, I-"
"What the hell is going on here?" Sue roared, tossing the mostly-dismembered body of a deadite out of the way. "We're fighting a war here and you two are exchanging valentines!"
"Coach Sylvester-" Quinn said, trying to defend her friends.
"Can it, Q." Sue snapped. "You and Puckerman were doing the same thing 10 minutes ago, and if Mike hadn't been there to stop those chess teamers you'd both be nerdite food!"
"Sorry, Coach, but this could be the last chance we ever get." Puck shouted, busy taking down a deadite with Mike.
"Look," Ash said, jumping in. "I get it, alright. There's nothing like killing an army of the undead to put you in the mood-" He said, looking around at them. Rachel made a face. "But from here on out, there is to be no more declarations of love? Kapiche?"
"Yes, Ash." They said together.
"Kurt, I need to tell you something." Sam whispered. He was leaning back against the wall now, his hurt arm elevated on one of his knees. Kurt was sitting next to him.
"Yeah?" Kurt asked, looking into Sam's eyes.
Sam swallowed, and looked back into Kurt's. "I do dye my hair," He confessed. "I lied."
Kurt put a hand on his face, leaning forward a bit as he laughed. "Oh my god..."
Sam smiled. "Sorry, I just needed you to know."
Kurt shook his head, his shoulders still shaking a bit. "Thanks, Sam." He said, chuckling. "I appreciate that, but honestly-" He bit his lip.
"What?"
He sighed. "I thought you were about to say you liked me or something." He whispered.
"Oh," Sam mumbled. He put his hand on Kurt's cheek. "I sort of thought that was obvious."
Kurt bit his lip, suppressing a smile. "I still wouldn't mind hearing it,"
Sam grinned, and Kurt thought he saw his cheeks turn a bit pink. "I like you, Kurt." He said, definitely blushing now. "I like you a lot and- I really wish I hadn't waited until now to tell you that." He looked away, swallowing a bit. "I was just scared, you know?" He smiled. "But 'scared' kinda has a new meaning now, what with the monsters from hell and all..." He looked back, and their eyes met. "But the whole day, I just kept thinking: 'I'm gonna die, and Kurt's never gonna know how I feel about him.' Never gonna know how much I think about him, or how I go over that conversation in the shower, where you broke off our duet, I go over it in my head and I wish so much I hadn't just let you go. I wish I'd fought for you- I should have fought for you-"
Before he could finish his sentence, Kurt's mouth was pressed against his, his fingers tangling in his hair, pushing him back against the wall behind him.
Sam's mouth hung open a bit, as Kurt pulled away, breathing heavily and smiling. He blinked rapidly. "Kurt, I- that- you-"
Kurt grinned, and pressed their foreheads together. "Now's probably a good time to shut up," He whispered.
Sam's lowered his eyes, focusing on Kurt's lips, just an inch away from his. "Oh. Ok. Yeah, I'm shutting up..." He murmured. He put his hand on the back of Kurt's neck, and pulled him in for a longer kiss.
"Where the fuck are Fancypants and Sugar Lips?" Ash snapped, slashing down another deadite. As usual, there seemed to be an endless supply of them.
"Uh, I dunno." Finn lied, looking away. He had seen Kurt drag Sam into a classroom down the hall, probably to deal whatever had happened to make Sam gush blood all over the place. Hopefully they'd also deal with whatever had been going on with them all day, and Finn thought he owed it to Kurt to cover for him...he'd sort of botched things up the first time around, with that duet project. But in his defence, how could he have known that Sam would actually turn out to be into dudes? There was no way he could have...
"We're almost ready to detonate," Sue informed them. "If Porcelain and Ladylips aren't here they better get here soon or we're leaving them behind."
Finn and Rachel exchanged nervous glances.
"Well," Rachel spoke up, sitting on the floor by Santana, who's leg she was bandaging up. "I think I saw them go down there, after Sam got hurt..."
Ash looked down the hallway, which did indeed have a trail of blood leading down it, and into the classroom they'd gone into. "What the hell they'd do that for?"
"Well, since all that blood came from Sam I'm going to guess something about that," Quinn snapped. As she spoke, she shoved her gun into a deadite's eye socket and fired, blasting off a good chunk of it's head.
Ash muttered what sounded like am imitation of Quinn under his breath, glaring at her out of the corner of his eye. "No need to be so snippy..."
"We need someplace to go," Sue said, coming away from the wall. "To get away from the blast."
"Perfect, we'll take a page from Fancy-Lips' book." Ash said, pointing with his gun down the hall. "Follow the blood trail."
Finn cursed under his breath. Well, hopefully they'd at least talked about stuff by now...
"Someone help me with Santana," Brittany commanded.
Puck and Mike both went over to her, and the three of them lifted the other girl up. They slung one of her arms around Mike's shoulder and the other around Puck's. Santana smiled at Brittany. "You take such good care of me,"
Brittany smiled, and Puck rolled his eyes. "Yeah, just ignore the guys actually carrying you...whatever..."
They made their way down the hall, and Ash put his hand on the doorknob.
"Wait!" Finn blurted. Ash raised an eyebrow at him. "Maybe we should knock?"
Ash look at him like he was nuts. "I don't knock." He said bluntly. Then he took a step back, and rammed his shoulder into the door, crashing it open and knocking away whatever barricades Sam and Kurt had put on the door.
A few of them filed in, but most froze in the doorway when they saw Sam and Kurt, who in turn seemed frozen as well.
Kurt was sitting in Sam's lap, straddling his thighs. They were both shirtless, and Sam had his hands on Kurt's pale back.
"This isn't what it looks like!" Kurt blurted.
Sam rubbed his back a bit, and Kurt gave him a helpless look. "I don't they're going to buy that."
A loud screech from the hall distracted them, snapping them back to their situation. "Oh yeah, deadites, right." Mike mummbled.
"I told you we should have knocked," Finn said, as they all filed the rest of the way into the room. Kurt was now hurriedly putting his shirt back on, and Sam was attempting to do the same with only one arm.
"Mohawk man and Skyscraper, re-barricade the door." Ash instructed. Then he turned to Sam and Kurt, who were wearing equally guilty expressions. "I am very disappointed in you. We've got a war going on, and you two are making whoopee."
"Actually, you interrupted us before we could get that far." Kurt pointed out.
"Yeah, thanks for that." Sam added.
"The point Neanderthal man is trying to make," Sue butt in, "Is that while we were fighting hordes of the undead, you two were in here getting your groove on."
"Exactly," Ash agreed.
"But Sam got hurt!" Kurt protested. He gestured to Sam's shoulder, which looked like it had been bandaged with paper towel and sellotape (it had). "I had to help him."
"And after you did that, you should have come back out!"
Quinn scoffed. "Would you have? If it was someone you cared about- that is, if you're capable of caring about someone."
"He is." Mike said.
Ash glared at him. "Ninja man, I told you that in confidence."
Quinn rolled her eyes. "My point is, if someone you cared about got hurt, would you have just been able to leave them alone, defenceless and in pain? I don't think so."
Ash through his arm and chainsaw up in the air, exasperated. "I give up! You goddamned kids and your hormones..." Suddenly his eyes went wide in horror. "Oh fuck, I'm my Dad..."
"Um, if I might turn your attention to something relevant?" Rachel spoke up. She looked at Sue. "I'm simply wondering as to when your bombs are going to-"
Rachel was cut off by a loud of explosion, which shook the entire room, sending everyone fall stumbling backwards. Sam and Santana screamed in pain as their wounds were aggravated by the shaking floor, and Kurt and Brittany put there arms around their respective love interests, holding onto them tightly until the room stopped shaking.
"Never mind." Rachel mumbled, as Finn picked her up off the floor.
"Everyone alright? Ash asked, looking around at them. Kurt was holding Sam's head against his chest, whispering that it was alright, and the shaking had stopped. Quinn and Puck were sort of leaning against each other, looking nauseous, Brittany was waving fingers in front of Santana's face.
"We're fine." Finn said, his arms on Rachel's shoulders.
"I'm fine too, in case anyone cares." Mike muttered.
There was a pause, and they all looked at each other. Brittany, following her usual plan of reacting instead of thinking, was the first to speak. "Of course we care!" She cried. She leapt over to Mike and wrapped her arms around him. "You're my favourite dancing buddy and I love you!"
"You've saved our butts a million times today!" Rachel agreed, throwing her arms around him as well.
Mike looked at Quinn and Puck, his eyes wide. "I don't know what's happening."
Puck grinned. "Group hug." He explained, before he and Quinn joined in, quickly followed by Finn and Kurt.
"Uh, Santana and I are hugging you in spirit." Sam said from his spot on the floor. Santana nodded.
Mike looked around at them, a wide smile on his face. "I love you guys."
"And we love you!"
"And I just swallowed my own vomit." Sue said, rolling her eyes.
Ash wrinkled his nose. "Eck,"
They broke apart, and Mike wiped his eyes. "We should, uh go." He said. "The dust should have settled enough by now..."
They nodded, and Puck and Mike both went back over to help Santana, while Kurt and Finn began lifting up Sam. Sticking close together, they moved away the door fragments and chairs that had been used to block the entrance, and made their way out into the rubble.
THE END IS NEAR.