A/N: Okay guys, here's the next chapter as promised, only one day late! Only one more chapter after this one! I hope this chapter will give you a little break from all the death. It's not as bad and it's FULL of Faberry. So, enjoy it!

CHAPTER 14: AND THEN THERE WERE FOUR

When Quinn got to the field Mike and Tina had been at, the fire had burned itself out. The whole bottom of the plane was scorched, one of its wings bent from hitting the ground. The landing gear was completely missing, and its propeller was stuck up with bones and blood.

"Tina?" Quinn called, holding her gun up. Five zombies rushed out of the plane, Tina being one of them.

"Shit!" Quinn yelled, quickly letting five bullets fly from the barrel of her gun and through each zombie's skull. She frowned, looking down at Tina's dead body. She would have played with them had it not been someone she knew. Quinn sighed, left with nothing to do. She swung back her foot and kicked, sending a zombie's head flying off its dead shoulders, just for fun.

Quinn surveyed the wreckage with a look of evident disgust on her face. Then an idea crossed her mind, and she moved closer to take in the damage done to the plane.

They could fix this. Right?

Kurt spent lots of time in his dad's garage right? He knew his way around the inside of a car. Quinn knew it really wasn't the same thing but she was desperate. They were smart, they could figure it out. If he could fix a car, they could fix a plane, right? And then… then they could get out of here.

She didn't want to be hopeful, but she was pretty happy with her plan. They could at least try. She hopped back in her car, taking Mike and Tina's stuff with her, and drove back home.

It was nearly seven, Quinn noticed as she drove the route home, she hoped the others weren't worried about her.

When Quinn pulled into the garage, she was discouraged to see Rachel's sweater lying over what could only be a body in a puddle of blood. Her stomach lurched in worry and fear as she approached it.

She let herself feel some relief in the fact that it was too tall to be Rachel, and she lifted the sweater to see Mrs. Lopez. She looked as if she was just casually taking a nap on the floor, never mind the blood.

Quinn hurried into the living room to find Rachel sitting alone, weeping, and sipping slowly from a mug.

"Rachel… where are the others?"

Rachel looked up and smiled, stumbling into Quinn's arms. Surprised, Quinn wrapped her arms around the smaller girl.

"I'm so happy you're alive." Rachel breathed.

Quinn smiled at her, allowing herself to place a soft kiss to the girl's forehead, "I'm fine, Rach. So… where is everyone?"

"Santana and Brittany are in their room. Sam and Kurt aren't back yet." Rachel sniffed, removing herself from Quinn.

"What?" Quinn asked her, surprised.

Rachel nodded.

Quinn looked out the window, noticing how dark it was getting, "I'm going to find them." She said, heading toward the garage.

"I'm coming with you!" Rachel said, immediately following the pink haired girl.

Quinn spun around to face her, "No, you're not."

"Quinn… you've kept me locked up ever since Blaine died. That's the last time I was out! I am going with you!" Rachel argued.

"How many of us are left Rachel?" Quinn shouted, "Not very many! There were THIRTEEN of us, Rach! And now there are six. Maybe five or four. I'm not going to risk losing you, too."

Rachel stared at the other girl for a moment. She understood. She didn't want to lose Quinn either. But she loved Kurt and Sam too, and she was just as anxious to find out if they were alive.

"Then you'll just have to try extra hard to protect me, right?" Rachel said, strolling past her and getting into Quinn's car without another word.

Quinn rolled her eyes at Rachel's stubbornness, grabbing her bat and a few extra guns and getting into the car.

"Should we have told the girls we left?" Rachel asked, halfway down the road.

"They'll be sleeping… or cuddling… or fucking." Quinn concluded.

Rachel laughed, "True." Her cheeks were going red at the thought.

Quinn thought Rachel was cute when she blushed. She giggled too, leaning over to ruffle Rachel's hair.

"Quinn!" Rachel exclaimed, desperately trying to flatten her hair back down.

Quinn smiled at Rachel for a moment before getting serious again, "Do you know exactly where they went?"

Rachel shook her head, "No, but I do have an idea…"

She began rummaging through her pockets, looking for something.

"What are you doing?" Quinn asked her, confused.

"Last year, my parents bought me the new iPhone for my birthday. It has that 'Find My Friends' app on it. It can track anyone on my contacts list. Do you think it will still work?" Rachel explained.

"It should… Internet shouldn't be down yet." Quinn said, glancing at Rachel's phone every once in a while.

"I don't know if it needs Wi-Fi. I've never used it…" Rachel muttered, trying to get it to work.

"Got it!" Rachel exclaimed triumphantly after a few moments of fiddling around with her phone and muttering frustrated under her breath.

"So what's happening now?" Quinn asked, watching the screen out of the corner of her eye as she drove circles within the borders of Lima, not knowing which way to go.

"Now my phone track's Kurt's phone and we'll find out where they went!" Rachel sighed happily as she watched the app search for her friend.

"Oh." Rachel frowned.

"What is it?" Quinn sighed, knowing the idea was too good to be true.

"Kurt lost his phone on his last mission. It's saying they're at Blaine's. I don't think they are, though. I'll try Sam's phone." Rachel typed frantically on the device and gave it a minute to calculate.

"They went that way." Rachel said, pointing down a road, "They're just outside town limits. Maybe an hour away. It will be that first farm with the big white barn that we passed on our way to Sectionals last year."

Quinn couldn't help but let out a burst of laughter, causing Rachel to frown.

"What did I say that was funny, Quinn?" she asked in her most disappointed tone.

"Nothing, Rach. It's just… the way you remember things. Even now your whole world revolves around Glee," Quinn chuckled, "It's cute."

"While it may be CUTE, Quinn, it is entirely untrue." Rachel said matter-of-factly, "Glee may have been very important to me in the past but now there are no people around to hear me sing. I'm not going to NYADA and I'm not going to be on Broadway. Everyone's dead. No, my whole world no longer consists of my dreams that died along with the rest of the population… my world consists of something much more important now."

"And… what's that?" Quinn asked quietly, in awe of the girl.

"Hm?" asked Rachel, looking up at her.

"What is it? That your whole world revolves around now?" Quinn persisted, watching Rachel's cheeks go red.

"Well…you," Rachel admitted, "and the others of course. Keeping everyone together… and alive."

"Oh." Quinn nods, trying to hide her disappointment.

They pulled up at the farm house Rachel had previously mentioned and loaded up on weapons.

When they got out of the car, they spotted Sam's truck, and shared a look of anxiety. If Sam's truck was here, they would be inside… but what had they been doing here all day? They were both scared to see what was inside the house.

"Here's to hoping they're fucking like rabbits." Quinn muttered, leading the way into the house.

"Sam? Kurt?" Quinn called.

There was not only no answer, but no undead rushing to investigate the sound of her voice.

"Quinn… it's too quiet." Rachel said with a terrified waver in her voice.

"I know," Quinn said, noticing the basement door that was torn to shreds and ripped off its hinges, "Come on, downstairs."

Rachel stuck close behind Quinn, clutching her gun tight.

Quinn got to the bottom of the stairs and saw what was waiting for them first. The stench of the hundreds of undead bodies was overwhelming. Quinn fought the urge to retch as she surveyed the area.

Scattered all over the floor like some sort of mass murder had occurred were a hundred DEAD zombies. Off to one side, a much larger zombie was crushing its fellows, and it lacked a head. There was blood and gore covering every inch of the place, including the two boys at the back of the room who were barely discernible from the other bodies.

Sam's body was mangled beyond all belief, but his face was perfectly peaceful. He was even smiling, as if he had died in a moment of bliss. Kurt's body was still perfect, untouched, except for his head which was still bleeding, even still, blown wide open from the gun that was still clutched in his hand.

Kurt was strewn over his boyfriend's body, his face buried in his neck as if they were embracing. It was the most morbidly sweet thing Quinn had ever seen. Like Romeo and Juliet, only surrounded by rotting corpses.

"Go back." Quinn told Rachel, "Go back, don't look."

"What? What is it? What's down there?" Rachel asked, ducking under the taller girl's arm and taking the first step onto the blood slicked floor.

Upon seeing the sight of the two boys lying dead, holding one another, Rachel collapsed, sobbing.

"Kurt! Oh Kurt! Oh Sam!" She cried, crawling on her knees over blood covered bodies to get to the two who had been her friends.

She laid herself over Kurt's back, blood soaking her clothes, her arms and legs covered in the gore from the zombies surrounding her.

She placed a kiss to Kurt's dead shoulder, sobbing into his back, "Why? Kurt! My best friend! Why?"

Quinn walked closer, hesitating for a moment before extracting the gun from Kurt's hand.

"Rachel… Rachel. Rachel!" Quinn tried to get the shorter girl's attention, dropping to her knees beside her.

"What?" Rachel sniffed, trying to wipe the tears off her face, but only succeeding in smearing the blood from her hands all over her face.

"He killed himself." Quinn pointed out.

"What? How do you know?" Rachel asked, surprised, looking all over Kurt's body.

"There's not a bite or a wound on him. And look at his head. And he was holding this gun, Rach. He shot himself."

"But why?" Rachel gasped, tears washing the blood from her face.

"I think Sam died protecting him," Quinn said, looking at Sam's body in comparison to Kurt's, "This is the second time Kurt had to watch someone he loved die. I don't think he could handle it."

"But… what about us? Didn't he thing of us?" Rachel cried.

Quinn shook her head, "He couldn't. It was the same with Noah when…"

She trailed off, reluctant to mention her daughter, angry with herself that she mentioned that night at all.

Rachel sniffed, nodding and standing slowly in the pool of gore surrounding her, "Let's go. I want to go home."

Quinn nodded, following the girl back out to the car.