As always,
Dosqueen67: Yes, I felt a good chat between all the parties implied in what happened in the hospital was needed. Now everthing is cleared and they can put it behind them. I'm glad you like the Seblaine-friendship, 'cause there is going to be more of it (and yes, they're going to talk about Sam, of course). Thank you so much!
Myan: Oh, ok! XD Now you've got more! Thank you so much! :)
Darrinia: Hahaha, I agree Santana made a mistake and was being a bitch, but I'm not sure that's reason enough to deserve to die ;) Awww, you're so sweet! My stories aren't perfect at all, but after the struggle to write this next chapter that made me feel so much better. Un beso muy grande para ti también! Y muchas gracias!
THEMoDePo: Of course, even if the others were wrong to just leave him there, we got to see that Blaine really didn't give them any other option! And yes, Santana will probably have to eat her own words, you're right! Awww, no, you're the best! Thank you so much!
StyxxandBethany: Really? Sebastian dies a lot in other stories? Well, don't worry, he's safe here (for now) XD. Yes, some of them have guns, but I don't think if they will be enough with so many walkers waiting for them... We'll see ;) Thank you so much!
Gleeville: Wow, thanks! What a nice review! Hahaha, yes, Santana is a bit Shane XD Thank you so much!
Angellovercriss: I know, Santana is just scared, as the rest of them... well, and a little bit bitchy but well... we'll see what the future holds for her XD. Hehehe, glad you liked the blam moments, as there are going to be tones of them. Thank you so much!
Raiderva: Hey! I was so missing you indeed! :) Although I'm sure there are a lot of mistakes and things that doesn't make sense, I refuse to aknowledge I got it wrong with the milk thing! XD At least here in my country we don't need to keep milk in the fridge unless the tetrabrick is open, and the milk doesn't go bad! Sam just opened a new brick just for him, you know? XD I thought about naked blam under the blankets, but decided it was too soon :) But they're napping together, so that's something :) Well, in any case, I'm glad to see you again, and I hope you continue enjoying it. Thank you so much!
A/N: First of all, sorry for the delay! This chapter was an absolute nightmare to write, so I really really hope it's not a nightmare to read too!
I don't know if I've managed to make myself understood in all the action scenes about what was really happening (I already warned you at the beginning, action is not my thing!). I've tried my best, I swear, I hope you don't have too much trouble understanding what the hell is happening!
Please, enjoy! And let me know if I should stop writing forever and bury myself under the sea after this!
CHAPTER 7
Blaine forgot about his injured leg as he stood up and ran for his life across the halls, Sam close at his heels, towards the main entrance.
"The fence is falling!" he yelled on his way out, hoping his voice would reach the people in the choir room. "Quick, we need to stop it!"
He didn't even stop to see if he was been followed, but all the noise that suddenly erupted behind him told him that everyone had heard his plea for help. He hoped they wouldn't be so selfish or naïve this time and be ready to fight. Because they were going to need to fight alright.
"Grab all your weapons you have. Knives, guns, whatever, you're going to need them!" he yelled over his shoulder, and he was sure he could hear some of them starting to murmur and even cry, and he corroborated that way, as he had imagined, that they had hardly had to fight until then and didn't have any idea of how to do it.
When he opened the main door of the building, he only stopped for a second to do a quick scan of the situation: one portion of the fence was almost to the floor by then, and a couple of the walkers were making their way in through the sides. Not taking the time to think about it twice, Blaine got his knife out of his pocket and ran to them.
"Blaine, wait!" Sam begged after him, as Blaine's speed had left him quite a long way behind, but he chose to ignore it and kept running.
Some of the students behind him shouted at they saw him running towards danger like that, but they didn't know how much experience Blaine had had with those monsters while at the hospital. With one quick and sharp movement he embedded his weapon in the first walker's head, eliciting a horrible noise from the creature before it fell at his feet. The second walker was just at arm's length from him when he attacked again and also finished him off without hesitation until it landed on its knees.
From the corner of his eye he saw a third walker making his way through the tiny space created on the fences and he turned around to face it too. But when he tried to get his knife out of his previous victim's skull, he was appalled to discover he had embedded it so deeply that it was now stuck.
Blaine searched in his other pockets for more weapons, but he remembered he had lost them all in the car accident from the night before. He only had that knife he had taken from McKinley's kitchen now and even that was not an option anymore. He pulled with all his forces, even if his hands were shaking like crazy, but the damned knife wouldn't move. And he could already feel the putrid and disgusting odor of the walker just inches from his own face. Knowing there wasn't anything he could do, he kept pulling on the knife desperately, but he closed his eyes in fear: if he had to die, at least he didn't want to see it.
He lowered his head and winced at what was about to come, but suddenly he heard some movement behind him and the by now too familiar noise of breaking bones told him someone had come to his rescue. And he knew who that was even before he opened his eyes.
"I told you to wait!" Sam angrily reproached him as he unceremoniously grabbed Blaine's hand and placed another knife in it. "You stubborn knucklehead"
Blaine knew Sam's anger only came by the fear at seeing him almost eaten alive by one of those walkers, and he wanted to thank him for that and for saving his life, and reassure him that he was alright, but unfortunately they didn't have time for that.
Blaine crouched next to the partially fallen portion of the fence and tried to lift it, but the walkers were still pushing onto it and soon it was quite evident he was not going to be able to do it on his own.
"Don't stay there, help me raise the fence again!" he yelled at his back, hoping his classmates would react once and for all.
His cry for help put most of them into action, and they ran towards where Blaine was holding the fence and Sam was trying to keep the walkers from making their way through the still present gap in the fence by killing any of them who dared to try. Soon Sebastian, Puck, Trent, Tina, Mike and Brittany were there too and they copied Blaine's action at grabbing the fence.
"On the count of three!" Sebastian said, knowing how important it was to work as a team. "One… two… three!"
With a collective cry of effort, the seven teenagers pulled the fence up with all their forces until it was standing again, pretending not to hear the crushing noise one of the walkers made when being caught up in between the different segments.
"We need more people here!" Blaine shouted when he noticed how the walkers kept pushing against the fence he was holding with all his forces.
Fortunately, more and more people were beginning to understand how important and necessary it was for them all to collaborate, and they responded to Blaine's cry by running to the fence and helping them hold it in place.
"We need something to shore up the fence!" Blaine explained in a rush, his voice sounding determined and confident in spite of the terrible fear he was experiencing and the panting from all the effort. "Sam, we need the wood from the pitch stands as we talked, go and get it! We can hold it until then!"
"No, Blaine, I…" Sam hesitated as he saw how hard they were all holding against the dozens of walkers trying to push their way in. There was no way they could hold it in place until he was back with the wood, especially if some of them left to gather the wood.
"Please, Sam, I need you to do that for me! We'll be alright" Blaine tried to convince him, wanting him to see he only trusted him with that job –although he had a second reason for wanting him to go, and that was having him away from there in case they couldn't hold the fence until they were back.
"But Blaine…" Sam insisted, having the exact same worries about his friend.
"Go!" Blaine yelled, as he didn't have the time to try and convince him.
"Come on, Sam" Puck said as he grabbed Sam's arm and started pulling him away, accepting Blaine's leadership as he had seen enough to see it was the wisest thing to do. "All of you, help them with the fence!"
Everyone who had been just standing there moved to do as Puck had ordered, as the latter pushed Sam away, followed by Mike, Sebastian, Kitty, Jake and Marley, who wanted to help.
"Sam, start walking, for God's sake!" Puck angrily ordered him as he shoved him rudely towards the pitch. "They will be alright!"
"What if…?" Sam tried to say, his voice shaking with fear and sorrow for the people they had left there –and who was he trying to fool, mostly for Blaine–. But Puck often saw and understood more than he showed, and knew just the right thing to say to get Sam into action.
"The fence won't fall, it's in our hands to see that it doesn't" he reminded him. "Blaine trusted us, let's not let him down, okay?"
"Right" Sam answered before he started fully running towards the pitch. Puck was right: Blaine had trusted him with a mission and he was not going to fail him.
"Blaine, we're not going to be able to hold on for long" Trent, standing just at Blaine's side, whispered to him, not wanting to spread panic amongst the already very frightened people around them.
"I know" Blaine admitted, just pushing on the fence even more strongly at Trent's words. "But Sam will be back in time, don't worry"
No one dared to say a word after that, as they were too preoccupied at giving the best of themselves in holding the fence against the walkers continuous onslaughts, but the horrible noise those monsters made, mixed with the sobbing of some of the students, filled the air in a way Blaine knew he was not going to forget in a long time.
The other group reached the pitch in record time, and Sam was all over the stands in one jump. He grabbed the first plank of wood he could reach and started pulling like a madman, only to be disappointed that it seemed to be well nailed.
"Shit! It won't come off!" he yelled in frustration, though the fact that the plank had not even moved an inch wasn't enough to make him stop pulling.
"It's strongly nailed" Sebastian observed, looking at Sam from the corner of his eye, almost expecting him to try and gets the nails with his teeth or something like that. "We need tools"
"We don't have the time for that!" Sam protested, still trying to get his work done.
"I know where I can find them" Puck announced. "I'll be as fast as I can. Jake, come with me!"
The Puckerman brothers didn't wait for an answer as they ran in the direction Puck was signaling as the others nervously watched them go. Except for Sam, who was still pulling on one of the planks stubbornly, as if he couldn't conceive just stopping and waiting while the others –and Blaine– were in so much danger.
"Sam, stop, you're going to hurt yourself" Mike warned him, his own heart breaking at the precious time they were losing, but Sam was a whole other thing.
"We've got no time to lose!" Sam answered as he tried even harder.
"Sam, that's enough" Sebastian said as he grabbed Sam's arm in an attempt to stop him, though the latter angrily shrugged him off and turned to yell at him.
"Why aren't you helping?" Sam screamed, and for a moment Sebastian felt real fear at Sam's rage. "Why are you all just standing there?"
"We'll get to work as soon as Puck brings the tools, Sam" Sebastian answered, trying to sound reasonable.
"That's not good enough! They could be dying as we speak!" Sam raised his voice again, but Sebastian didn't let himself be intimidated by Sam's wrath this time –as he knew he was not really angry, but terribly scared– and grabbed Sam's biceps to get his attention.
"They're going to be alright, Sam" he answered, shaking him slightly to make more of an impression, and then he lowered his voice so only Sam would hear. "He's going to be alright"
"I can't lose him, Sebastian" Sam answered, equally low, before turning to work desperately again.
Blaine noticed one of the girls he knew from the Cheerios, Bree, was becoming increasingly hysterical as minutes passed: her sobs were getting louder and she kept saying they weren't going to make it. It was not that he couldn't understand –he was terrified too, and he had had to fight those monsters a thousand times before, while she probably hadn't needed to kill even one of them– but she was starting to spread his fear amongst some of the other students, and the last thing they needed was to break into panic.
"You're doing great, guys!" Blaine tried to encourage them. "We just need to hold on a bit longer"
"This is not going to work!" Bree yelled back at him, and Blaine wondered if he had made a mistake while trying to help.
"It's going to work, Bree, we just need to keep calm and the others will…" Blaine tried to reason with her, but she was beyond any control of herself by then.
"They won't make it in time, and you know it! All of you know it! They are going to eat us!" she yelled, and Blaine noticed the increase in the sobbing and murmuring in some of the people around them.
"They are not because we're not going to let them! But we need to fight together for that!"
"You do what you have to do, Anderson, but I'm not going to stay here waiting to die!" she yelled as she finally let go of the fence and stopped trying to hold it. "And if you all know what's good for you, you'll do the same!"
Bree didn't wait to see if anyone was going to follow her as she ran away from the place. And at first nobody moved a muscle. But then some of those students, especially some of the cheerios that had been in the squad with her, started letting go of the fence too.
"Don't move!" Blaine screamed desperately at them, as they needed everyone's strength to be able to keep the walkers at the other side of the fence. "We need you to hold it in place!"
"We're sorry, Blaine" Dottie, another one of the cheerios that Blaine had come to like and respect a lot during his time in the team, apologized, her eyes filling with tears as she ran after all the other people.
"Don't go inside!" Blaine yelled after them, pushing on the fence all the more strongly now that there were only the remaining glee club members –plus Trent– that weren't with Sam left for the job, worried about their safety even above his anger at their selfishness. "You'll get trapped in there!"
"We're not going to make it now" Ryder said, his face strained with the doubled effort to not let the fence fall now there were only ten of them holding it.
"We just need to do a bigger effort!" Blaine tried to encourage them. "Just a little more time and…"
But before he could finish the sentence, the fence finally gave in under the walkers' weight.
"Here!" Puck yelled as he and his brother ran towards the others, their hands full with all kinds of tools and a toolbox.
"Quick!" Sam pleaded, running towards them to meet them halfway. "We've lost enough time as it is"
Without even saying a word, all of them took some of the tools the Puckermans had brought and started working on pulling off the planks that acted as seats from the damned stands. Even with the tools, it still proved to be very difficult, and Sam prayed they would still have time as he furiously removed some unshed tears from his eyes.
Blaine felt an explosion of pain as the fence fell on him and made contact with the wound on his leg. He knew he had opened it again, as he could feel blood already soaking his pants, but he had more important things to worry about. As the walker lying on top of him, on the other side of the fence, and which was trying to reach him. But fortunately he was quicker than him, and he pulled the knife Sam had given him from his pocket to stick it in the walker's skull.
"Blaine" a terrified soft voice sounded to his side, and he turned his head around to see that Tina was in a very similar situation to his and a walker was trying to get her through the fence.
"Stay calm, Tina" he said, trying not to sound as scared as he really was when he realized there was no way he could reach her. "Do you have a weapon with you?"
"Yes, I have a screwdriver in my pocket" she answered, as calmly as she could even if tears were running down her cheeks.
"Ok, so grab it well and bury it in its head" he continued, still talking as serenely and comfortingly as he could manage.
"It's just a child" she sobbed and it was then that Blaine noticed what she meant: the body of the walker about to attack her had clearly belonged to a little boy, probably around ten or so, and that made it all the more difficult.
"It's not anymore" Blaine reminded her, as no matter the age or the condition the person had been before dying: they were all equally deadly. "They're not people. You can do it, Tey Tey"
"Ok" she let herself be convinced as she reached in her jeans pocket and slowly took the screwdriver as Blaine had told her. But the walker took advantage of her hesitation and had managed to reach a good position to attack.
"Now, Tina!" Blaine yelled, his heart in his mouth as he watched one of his best friends about to be eaten alive. "Stick it in its head!"
With a yell Tina did as she was told and aimed his weapon towards the walker, efficiently killing it in just one move. Then Tina started sobbing, but Blaine didn't have the time to comfort her when he felt arms grabbing his and he struggled to disentangle himself.
"Stop, Blaine, it's me" Ryder said as he tried to drag Blaine from under the fence, and one look at his side told the latter than Unique was doing the same with Tina, as apparently they both had been the only ones to have the fence fall onto them.
With all the commotion Blaine didn't know when the shots started, but as soon as he was on his feet thanks to Ryder's help he could see Joe, Sugar, Santana and Trent shooting at the walkers coming to them, now that there was nothing standing in their way.
"We can't hold them down!" Trent announced, and it was pretty evident that there were not enough shooters to take care of the dozens of walkers coming to them.
"Let's get inside the building!" Santana suggested, taking Brittany's hand and pushing her behind her.
"No!" Blaine immediately answered as he limped away from the walkers. "It's not safe, we'll be trapped there if they manage to enter!"
"Then what do we do?" Artie asked, and Blaine was both relieved and overwhelmed that they were turning to him for answers.
"Spread and hide! Run!" Blaine ordered them. "We need them to separate to finish them off! Those who have guns need to find a place to hide and keep shooting at them!"
"And what about us?" Sugar asked as she put herself behind Artie's wheelchair to push him.
"We'll reunite when this is over in this exact same place, okay?" Blaine suggested, implying with that that he needed everyone's help to finish all those walkers. "Now go! Hide and keep silent!"
He just waited a second to see everyone running away from the place on their own or in small groups before he started half running, half limping towards the pitch, knowing he had to be fast now that there was no one shooting at the walkers. And someone needed to warn the others –and Sam– that he had failed.
The group on the stands were working diligently, trying to get some of the wood planks free to use them on the fence, where the first shot was heard. They all stopped immediately and turned their eyes towards the sound, although they couldn't see the entrance from their place.
"What was that?" Marley asked to no one in particular, but before anyone could answer a serious of shots followed the first one and left no doubt about what they were.
"Work faster!" Sam screamed as he turned again towards his work, knowing the situation on the fence had to be getting difficult if they were shooting their weapons at the walkers.
They all got back to work, even in a frenzier rhythm than before, but Kitty raised her eyes for a second and she almost burst out crying at what she saw: some walkers were starting to appear round the corner of the building.
"Shit, guys, the walkers have entered!" she cried from fear at having to confront them and from the anguish of what that could mean to the friends they had left behind.
"No, no, no, no, the fence fell!" Sam exclaimed just before completely forgetting about the task at hand and starting to run towards the entrance.
"Sam, watch out!" he heard Puck yell behind him, but he didn't turn around or stop to check if they were coming with him, as he only had one thought in his mind.
"Gosh, Blaine, please, be alright" he said to himself as he took his machete out of his pocket and grabbed strongly onto it to kill whatever walker that would stand on his way to his best friend.
Blaine could have burst out crying when he realized his injured leg was never going to let him outrun the group of walkers chasing him, which meant he wasn't going to be able to warn Sam and the others about them in time. There was no way he could continue just running away from them if he wanted to survive, and fighting all of them on his own was also out of question.
So the only feasible alternative was to hide.
He waited until there was a corner on the building he was running next to so he could give the walkers a slip and then hurried behind a couple of rubbish skips he recognized as the ones McKinley bullies had used to throw their victims inside what seemed like ages ago and he squished himself between them and the wall of the building, making himself next to invisible. He wasn't sure if the walkers guided themselves by the sense of smell as much as by noise, but he hoped the stench of the two-weeks-old rubbish those skips gave off would be enough to make him go unnoticed if that was the case.
He tried to breathe slower and more deeply so they couldn't hear him, but the effort of running with an injured leg and the fear he was fearing for himself and all his friends –and Sam– were still making him pant.
He had to repress another sudden urge to cry at just another failure, about being unable to warn the people at the stands about what was happening. If he had to think realistically, they must have heard the shots. There were a lot of them so they could look after each other, and if they were still at the stands, they were high enough above the ground to see the walkers way before they were upon them. But knowing all that didn't make it any easier to stop worrying. Knowing Sam was out there, in danger, and he wasn't close enough to make sure he was safe was breaking his heart.
With his knife still in his hands, just in case, he sat down against the wall and made himself into a ball so he could hide his face between his knees and pretend, just for a second, that everything was going to be alright.
Sam ran like a madman towards the entrance, completely ignoring the yelling behind him telling him to stop running towards danger and wait for them. But they didn't understand. They couldn't understand how important it was for him to make sure Blaine was alright. They hadn't lived what he and Blaine had had to live together. They couldn't understand the bond they had forged through their pain and grieving. They couldn't understand that if Blaine was dead, he would die too.
He had to kill two walkers on his way, but he already had the hang out of it so he didn't even need to stop to do it, and he had enough time to reach a point from where he could see the entrance before any more walkers reached him. And what he saw there made his eyes fill with tears and his throat narrow to the point he couldn't practically breath: the fence was totally down, the walkers could enter the place now completely at their will and there was no trace of anybody of the students that had been holding the fence. But where Blaine had been standing the last time he saw him, now there was only a small puddle of blood.
"Blaine!" Sam yelled before he could stop himself. He didn't know if he might be around –or even alive–, but he couldn't help himself from trying. Or it was just a way of expressing his grief through his friend's name, he didn't know. He just couldn't stop. "Blaine!"
A hand out of nowhere grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him towards the wall of the building. Sam got the fright of his life and spun around, his machete lifted in front of him and ready to attack and finish whatever opponent he might be encountering.
"Sam, it's me!" Blaine whispered as he instinctively raised a hand in front of his face and closed his eyes in case Sam didn't recognize him in time.
"Oh God" Sam exclaimed with a sob as he lowered his weapon and took Blaine in his arms in a embrace so strong that he feared he was going to crush him, even if he couldn't stop himself from doing it. "I thought you were gone"
"Not yet" Blaine reassured him with a shaky voice, as he had been just as scared about not seeing his best friend again as Sam had been, while taking advantage of their embrace to pull Sam more securely into the protection of his hiding place.
Blaine let himself slip to the floor and brought Sam with him until they were both sitting down next to each other, their backs to the walls and their bodies glued together from shoulder to feet, trying to make themselves invisible to anyone that wasn't them. Though that didn't even seem enough, so Sam picked Blaine's hand in his and intertwined their fingers together for extra comfort.
Sam couldn't believe the relief at having Blaine by his side, safe and sound. Well, not so much, as Sam could see the leg of his pants covered by blood at the bottom, just as it had been the night before when they got him out from under that damned car.
"Your leg is bleeding" Sam observed stupidly, as if Blaine wouldn't have realized that on his own.
"I know" Blaine answered as he made a motion with a finger to his lips to talk more quietly, his voice so low that Sam needed to get even closer to him to hear it.
"Is everybody safe?" Sam asked, as asking if everybody was dead seemed too terrible.
"They were, last time I saw them" Blaine answered, letting himself be comforted by Sam's presence for a second as he rested his head on the blond's shoulder before saying the words that he knew his friend wouldn't approve. "Sam, there are people inside, we need to get them out"
"What? We can't go in there!" Sam protested, as Blaine had been expecting. "You can barely walk!"
"We can't leave them like that" Blaine pleaded from Sam to understand, the pain on his leg the last thing in his mind as he thought of all the students trapped in the building.
"But Blaine…" Sam tried to protest again, although he perfectly knew the battle was lost and Blaine would do anything, with or without his blessing, to keep everyone alive.
"They don't know how to fight like we do, Sam, they will never make it on their own" Blaine tried to reason with him and, even if Sam knew he was right, he couldn't bring himself to let him sacrifice himself from them.
"We can't save everyone, Blaine!" Sam tried to convince him, cupping Blaine's cheeks with his hands to make more of an impression.
"But we can at least try" Blaine answered with a sad smile before he kissed Sam's cheek in a rush, and then he was on his feet and running towards the building before Sam could react, taking advantage of the fact that the walkers that had been around had already passed them by for the time being.
"No!" Sam yelled behind him in a desperate –and futile– attempt to stop him.