Kurt and Blaine were sitting on their bed and looking at the ceiling. "What are you thinking?" Kurt asked as he turned to look at his boyfriend. "My parents." Blaine said sadly. "I wonder if they are safe somewhere or with the soldiers or if they were attacked or worse." Blaine said as Kurt held his hands.

"I believe that you should try to think that they are safe and sound, just like us. That they have found some peace and safety wherever they are." Kurt said as Blaine turned to look at him as well. "Do you think they have though?" Blaine asked.

"I don't know. I want to believe they did. It will help you, trust me." Kurt said and Blaine nodded. "I do." Blaine said as he leaned and kissed Kurt. It was slow, delicate almost as if they would break if they went further.

They needed this. They needed to believe that the people they had cared about was still out there, safe and alive. That's all they should think about.

Meanwhile, another couple was also cuddling together and it was no other than Brittana. They were snuggled up on each other, almost as if they were one. Brittany was caressing Santana's hair while the brunette and an arm wrapped around the blonde's waist.

"How crazy is this now, San?" Brittany said and Santana nodded. "Too crazy, Brit-Brit. Too fucking crazy." Santana said and Brittany smiled, at least some things have not changed despite all the said craziness that their lives have become.

"Quinn has been amazing and so strong, don't you think?" Santana nodded. "She has always been strong, but now she is proving to be stronger than anyone had thought." She said and Brittany asked.

"Do you think we will survive this San?" Santana sit up and looked at her girlfriends. "I promise you we will, no matter what. I'm not going to lose you and I will do anything for you not to lose me either. You're all I have left Britt. I can't do this without you." Santana said and leaned in to kiss her girlfriend trying to assure her than they would be fine even if herself doubted that a little.

At another spot, the so called Finnchel couple were talking or better, arguing. "I can't believe you are on her side Rachel. You are my girlfriend, my fiancée. You should stick with me, not with Quinn." Finn was saying and she sighed.

"I side with Quinn because she has been doing right by all of us so far Finn. She is a great leader and unlike you, I'm trying to help instead of questioning her every move." She said back at him.

"Please Finn, for the past couple of days I have heard you only complain about Quinn being the leader and I want to know why." She asked as she was really curious. "Because everything was taken from me." He started.

"My dad's memory, my chance at getting into college, our chance at getting married, my life and now Quinn has taken the only thing I knew I was good at: leading the glee club. Why did she have to take that away from me? Besides you, it was all I had left." He said and tears formed in his eyes so she stood up and hugged him.

"You know it was never her intention to take that away from you. If everyone thinks she is a better leader right now, she shouldn't be blamed for it, Finn. It's not fair." Rachel said softly wanting him to see reason.

He hugged her tighter and smelled her scent. "Thank God, she won't take you away from me." He said and at that moment, her eyes went wide at his words as she remembered the kiss she shared with Quinn not too long ago.

And she felt guilty. Why? Because she wasn't sure anymore that Quinn had no chance at stealing her away. Santa Barbra. What is she supposed to do now with this new information?

With that, the night has given way for another day and another and before they could believe 2 weeks had passed. Quinn was the first one to wake up as she has put herself to always make sure everything was okay before everyone else started to wake up.

She put on a black tank top, grey pants and a pair of ankle boots and a jacket, the holster she got from her father's office, then she attached the gun and ammo and the necklace her mother gave her before she…

She couldn't think about that now, she need to continue to do her job. She kissed her daughter on the cheek and did the same with Rachel before walking out of the room. The sun was still rising. She went to check on every room to see if everyone was okay.

Once she was finished doing that, she went out of the house. The ones in patrol were Burt and Mike. She went over to where Mike was. "Hey Quinn." He said and she nodded. "Hey Mike. How's everything?" She asked and he looked around.

"Well, so far everything is quiet. No sign of anything, Quinn." He said and she smiled a little. "Lucky us, Mike. Keep checking." She said as he nodded and she left to go check with Burt. She came up to him and smiled.

"Good morning, Burt. How is everything from up here?" She asked and he looked at her. "Good morning to you as well, Quinn. Everything is the same." He said. "Could I have a look?" She asked and he nodded, giving her the binocular as she looked around. Thankfully, nothing seemed to be out of normal.

"Thank you Burt." She gave him the binocular back and climbed downstairs and went to what was now her office. She went to have another look on the map and making plans for how to get the supplies.

She was so absorbed by the work that she forgot about time and didn't notice when someone entered the office until a voice said from behind her. "What are you doing up so early?" Quinn jumped a little before recognizing the voice.

"Rachel, you scared me." She said without turning to look at the brunette who walked up to stand beside her as they both looked at the maps. "What are you doing?" Rachel repeated her question.

"I'm studying which will be the best way for us to get our supplies in the run we'll make in a couple of weeks. I need to plan very well or else, it could be a suicide mission." Quinn said as Rachel watched her so focused.

"I can't send a team to a part of the city full of those things, they would die. I need to find a way of making sure that everyone comes back alive, safe and with the supplies." Quinn said and before she could continue she felt herself being pulled until she felt a pair of soft lips on hers.