Last Chapter (Except for the Epilogue)
The minivan bumped a long for a moment.
"Is it finally over?" Santana asked.
"I think it is finally over." Kurt said.
"I guess that means that we are all the stars of the show." Wes joked.
"Yeah, I didn't think I had enough lines to qualify," David joked again.
"I still don't know if people know who I am," Jason quipped.
"Guys, you are the senior council for the Warblers. Of course you are important." Blaine reached up and clapped their shoulders.
"I feel like we should celebrate or something," Finn said.
"There's got to be a song that expresses how we are feeling right now." Rachel announced.
"Got my guitar," Puck announced. He started strumming and Rachel began to sing,
"Safe in Your Arms" by Paula Cole
Sometimes I'm too bold for my own good,
I go out swinging hard and fast.
This world is beating me broken.
I need a home to rest.
Too quick in the first round,
Too slow in the second,
Now I'm here in the third,
And I need your attention.
With everyone joining in on the chorus…
I wanna be safe in your arms,
I wanna be safe in your arms,
I wanna be safe in your arms,
Safe in our home,
Safe in our land,
Safe in our world,
Safe in your arms.
It don't matter how strong I think I am,
I always need another heart,
To bind me to the moment.
To help me see myself.
Alive in the fourth round,
Collapsed in the fi fth,
Now I'm here in the sixth,
And I need your belief.
I wanna be safe in your arms,
I wanna be safe in your arms,
I wanna be safe in your arms,
Safe in our home,
Safe in our land,
Safe in our world,
Safe in your arms.
(And everybody sings oooh...)
"Guys," Brittany suggested, "Maybe we should wait until we've made it all the way out of the swamp before we start celebrating too much. I think we may be out of gas."
The minivan gave a couple jerky chugs.
"But don't worry, I think I see an abandoned place up ahead."
"What, no!" There was a collective gasp.
Brittany started giggling. "Just kidding, Yo! I'll have you back in Ohio in no time."