... SPOILERS, ANYONE?! Seriously, who else is absolutely freaking out about the Klaine spoilers? I've been panicking since the moment I heard them. BLAEDJBADJBFDGVUDKS! That is all, enjoy the story!

~*~xo~*~

"Alright, what do you think?" Blaine asks the rest if the group.

"I think you're an idiot."

"Do you really think that'll work?"

"I'm not going to be the one going out there."

Puck raises his hand at the others, signalling for them to stop talking. He then turns his attention back to Blaine. "So you want us to find a zombie, chop it up, cover ourselves with guts, and waltz outside, hoping that the others can't tell that we're human? That's pretty risky, man."

Sighing, Blaine raises his hands up, "I know, I know. Which is why I think only two of us should go. Me, and one of you. I was thinking that maybe we could create some sort of distraction, and then drive in here in a car, picking up the rest of the group. Do any of you know how to hot wire a car?"

In silence, all eyes go to Puck. "What, just because I look like a criminal means that I know how to steal a car?"

"Do you?"

"Well... Yeah. But not because I'm a criminal," Puck responds, sounding annoyed, "And anyways, I don't need to start any cars like that. We drove a truck in here when we first came. It's parked just outside of the city where we left it."

Blaine smiles at this. "Awesome! That's perfect, but we still need the distraction. I was thinking that maybe we could find another car and break into it. You know, so the alarm goes off. Then, Puck, you can start it up and lead the walkers away from this building."

Santana, who had been desperately trying to hold her tongue throughout the whole conversation, finally speaks up. "Yeah, this is all such a great plan, officer. But what about your incredibly flawed and stupid first step? The one where you smear your body in blood and guts, hoping for the best? What about when that fails, then what?"

"Do you honestly believe those things are smart enough to tell the difference, Satan?" Puck asks, obviously annoyed. "I think it's a good plan. Hell, what do we have to lose?"

"Our lives?" She snaps.

Rolling his eyes, Blaine points to Ryder, Mike, and Sam. "What about you guys, do you have any complaints?"

All three men look between each other, shrugging and shaking their heads. "Nah, I think we should go for it," Sam says.

"Good. So, Puck and I will be creating a distraction. He'll be driving the smaller car with the alarm, luring the walkers away. Once you guys hear the alarm of the car, I'll be here shortly in the truck and pick you all up. I'll drive right up to those exit doors," Blaine points to the large double doors, leading to outside the building, "and you all will get in as fast as you can. Puck will drive back to your camp, leaving the walkers behind. We'll follow him in the truck. Any questions?"

"Yeah," Ryder speaks up, "What part of the police department were you in before this all started? Just curious."

Blaine smiles at the simple question, providing his answer. "I was the sheriff's deputy."

The other man nods. "Awesome."

"Alright. Enough small talk, ladies. Let's get the hell out of here," Santana claps once, walking out of the room. The rest of the group follow behind her. "There are a couple dead people in the back over here that we came across. But you're chopping the things up, I'm not gonna touch them."

"Deal."

~*~xo~*~

The group found a body to use, sharing looks and hesitating greatly before actually cutting into it. Luckily, they had found gloves to wear, so reaching into the body wasn't as bad as initially thought. Blaine and Puck both found white robes to wear over their clothes, in an attempt to stay as clean as possible.

After about a half an hour, both men were covered completely in blood and guts. They know it is somewhat immoral to do this, and it absolutely disgusts Blaine. But, without these guts, he would never even come close to Kurt; so Blaine has had no second thoughts.

The group decide to send Blaine and Puck out the back door, trying to keep the lowest profile possible.

Both men pretend to stagger across the streets, trying their best to fit in with the walkers. For safe measure, Blaine even mimics the noise that they make.

Both men tense greatly as they begin to move through the giant hoard of walkers. Hopefully, the creatures don't catch their smell, giving them away. The men keep staggering through, feeling extremely relieved when the walkers don't seem to pay any attention at all to them. It's working. It's actually working!

After twenty minutes, they've finally reached the truck. They're far away from the walkers now, so the men strip off their robes, tossing then aside.

"Dude, I cannot believe that worked. You're a fricken genius!" Puck exclaims, excitedly.

Blaine lets out a short laugh. "Maybe, but we're not out of the woods yet. We have to find the other car with the alarm, after starting this truck. Do you have the keys?"

"Of course I do," Puck states, reaching into his pockets and grabbing the keys. He throws them over to Blaine, watching as he easily catches them. "Okay, so I'm gonna go find this car. I spotted a cool looking one back there, I'll go get it. Wait ten minutes after you hear the alarm starting, then get into my truck and do your thing. See ya, man. Good luck." With that, Puck runs off back towards where they just came from, searching for the car.

A little over five minutes pass before Blaine finally hears the booming sound of the car alarm going off. Wow, that was fast, he thinks, walking over to the truck.

Once he jumps in the driver's seat, he waits for what he believes to be ten minutes before starting the car and pulling away from the curb it's parked at. He drives into the city, careful to go quickly, so he doesn't get swarmed by any walkers that had not followed Puck. There are still plenty of them around, but they were widely dispersed since Puck had driven through. He hears the alarm far in the distance, signaling that Puck had done his job, and that he's already making his way away from the city.

Blaine speeds up to the building, slamming his breaks and stopping the car once he reaches the entrance. He quickly jumps out of the car, running up to the double doors and slamming then open.

"Let's go, let's go, let's go!" He screams to the 4 group members. Luckily, they're all standing right by the door, ready to go.

Following Blaine, the group quickly piles into the truck, slamming the doors shut as he punches the gas pedal, swerving the hell out of there.

The group start yelling in celebration and excitement when they speed by the walkers, who are making useless attempts at getting ahold of the car.

"WOOO! We did it! We actually did it! Holy crap!" Sam screams in excitement.

Santana sits in the back of the car, closing her eyes and sighing in relief. "I'm coming, Britt. Hang in there."

As they exit the city, the group seems to be ecstatic. They never actually thought that they'd escape from there. This was amazing. Suddenly everyone had a deep feeling of gratitude for the curly-haired man who had saved them. He came up with the entire strategy, and had risked his life for them.

After a few minutes of enjoyed silence in the car, Mike speaks up from the passenger seat next to Blaine, "So, what's your story, Blaine? What were you doing all alone in the big city? Anyone who's anyone knows that the place is overrun. No one goes in alone without a death wish."

Sighing, Blaine glances at Mike. "Well, I actually recently woke up from a coma... I was shot months ago, and this whole thing started while I was apparently sleeping."

"Woah, hold up a second," Santana interrupts, sounding dumbfounded, "You just woke up from a coma and into a fucking zombie apocalypse?"

"Uh, yeah. I guess you could put it that way."

"Holy shit, man," Ryder breathes out, with his mouth wide open. "That is tough."

Santana speaks again, feeling slightly confused. "Wait, but still. What were you doing in the city? Shouldn't the abandoned tanks and army crap be a huge sign that this place is not the safest place to be?"

Blaine hesitates for a moment, not sure of what to say. He didn't want to tell them that he was looking for his husband.

What if any of them were homophobic? Santana did mention having a girlfriend, but what if she was just referring to a girl who was only her friend? Girls seemed to use the word girlfriend a lot, anyways. Blaine decides to tell the truth, but keep it vague. He didn't want to take any chances of pissing someone off, or losing their trust, no matter how ridiculous their reasoning would be. Better play it safe.

"I, uh, was looking for someone. Someone I was separated from. I'm not only a cop and a dumbass, I'm also a husband. A husband who will stop at nothing to find his love again. I guess I was just so desperate, I wandered into the city without thinking. I thought maybe... Maybe we'd be reunited here." Blaine's face falls completely in the time that he's talking about Kurt. Although he kept it extremely vague, the words hurt him greatly.

The rest of the group looks at Blaine in sympathy. Noticing his miserable state, Sam leans forward in his seat, patting Blaine's back gently. "Cheer up, man. You'll find your wife, I know you will. I'm sure she's fine." He gives him a soft, encouraging smile.

Blaine nods, smiling back. He doesn't bother to correct Sam on the fact that he has a husband, not a wife. He decides that it doesn't matter, and again, he didn't want to risk anything. These people were the only ones he had right now, and there was no room for mistakes.

The car ride continues in silence for 10 more minutes until Santana finally speaks.

"Thank you, Blaine" she says, surprising everyone, especially Blaine, who raises his eyebrows in shock.

"For what?" He asks, feeling partially confused.

Santana takes a deep breath, already regretting her apology. She hated admitting to being wrong, but she figured that it was necessary. "For getting us out of there. I mean, it was a crazy-ass plan, and it could have easily gotten you guys killed, but it worked. I'm really... Really grateful for that." She shifts in her seat for a moment before speaking again. "It's mostly because of Brittany. My, uh... My girlfriend back at the camp.

"I knew it was an awful idea leaving her there in the first place. I mean, if something were to happen to me, she'd never make it on her own. She's just so innocent and sweet. She, out of all people in this world, diserves all this the least. I left her there, knowing that she'd be completely alone in the world if I didn't come back. When you shot off those bullets, attracting the walkers... That's what I was afraid of. Her. Not me. In reality, you coming by was nothing short of a miracle, considering the fact that we'd never get out of there, anyways. So, thank you."

Blaine listens to her speak, nodding his head in sympathy at her words. Santana was actually a really good person. The one thing that Blaine noticed, was that she had a big heart. "You know," he starts, "When you pointed that gun in my face, I thought you were a little insane." At Santana's offended expression, Blaine quickly continues, "I judged you at first sight, and I'm sorry for that. You were just panicked, I completely understand that. I would have reacted similarly if something like that happened to me. It's really sweet that you're so protective of this Brittany girl. What's she like, anyways?" Blaine asks the question, trying to create some light conversation.

Blaine smiles slightly at the way Santana's face absolutely brightens at the question. She must be extremely fond of this girl, "She's the most beautiful person I've ever met in my life. Inside, and out. She's so sweet... She wouldn't wish a paper cut on her worst enemy. Wait until you meet her, you'll get what I'm talking about. It's like... She has this different view on the world. She lives in this magical world in her head, and all she wants to do is share it with our world." Santana's face falls slightly as she hesitates for a moment. "People call her crazy... Which pisses me off." She quickly shoots Blaine a warning glare and continues, "If you ever do that, you will feel my wrath, I am not joking on that. You'll get it worse than you already have. And you've gotten it pretty bad."

Nodding his head, Blaine replies, "Got it." Not gonna lie, Blaine did feel a little concerned at this threat.

"Good," Santana says, crossing her arms. "As I was saying... People call her crazy. But I think she's a genius."

Mike, who has been utterly quiet for the majority of the ride, quickly raises his arm, pointing to the right side of the road.

"Pull over right there, we're here."

Blaine blinks his eyes, surprised at how fast the time went. He swiftly obliges to Mike's words, pulling the car over to the side of the road.

Without any hesitation whatsoever, Ryder, Mike, and Santana jump out of the car, running towards to camp, leaving Blaine and Sam in the car alone, getting their things together.

"Brittany! Brittany, I'm back!" Santana yells, running into the camp. Seeming to have heard her name being called, a tall and skinny blonde girl steps out of her tent. Her eyebrows furrow in confusion as she spots her girlfriend.

"San? Is that really you?" She asks, squinting her eyes and walking forward. She doesn't quite believe that Santana's actually here at first. Finn had told her that she had visited unicorn land, and might not be back for a long time. Finn was terrible at making up an excuse, but Brittany bought it.

Santana quickly reaches Brittany, tackling her in a warm embrace. "Yes, yes it's me. Britt, I'm back; I'm not leaving again. Never." Santana nearly starts crying in Brittany's arms, but refrains; she promised herself that she wouldn't.

Only a few feet away, Tina and Mike had reunited in a very similar fashion.

"I knew you'd come back, I knew you would!" Tina exclaims into Mike's shoulder as he squeezes her tightly.

Mike smiles at his wife, breathing out, "I promised you that I would."

She sniffles into his shoulder, only tightening her arms around him more.

Puck stands there, watching everyone as they have their reunions. "Took you guys long enough! I was starting to think that maybe you all got eaten."

Ryder walks up to him, holding out his fist and bumping it with Puck's. "Never, man. Those wimps have nothing on us."

Everyone else at the camp seemed to be extremely relieved that the rest of their group had returned. Most of them have made good friends with each other during the couple of months that they've known each other. All of them have bright smiles on their faces. All except for one.

The lone brunette man stands silently against a tree, leaning his back onto it. He gives a sad, supporting smile at the group as they all reunite with each other. He's happy for them, he really is; but, the way all the couples and friends are showing their affection... The relieved looks on their faces. The love in their eyes. He can't say that he isn't a bit envious of them.

Meanwhile, Sam and Blaine still sit in the car, preparing to leave.

Blaine is lost in thought, wondering what he's going to say to everyone. Sam seems to notice this, as he slowly leans forward in his seat, resting his hand on Blaine's shoulder gently.

"Come on out and meet everybody. They're all super nice people, I promise," he says, giving Blaine's shoulder a reassuring squeeze. With that, he opens his door, hopping outside.

Sam walks down towards the camp as Blaine is just undoing his seat belt and grabbing his bag that he's been carrying this whole time. A tall, brown haired man appears from his tent, smiling down at the returned group. "Dude, how did you guys get out of there? Weren't you, like, swarmed with zombies or something?" The man asks, clearly shocked.

"New guy, Finn," Sam states as he walks into their camping site. "He came by and helped us out," he says, turning around and facing the direction of the car.

"Hey, deputy boy! Come say hello!" He calls back.

Right on cue, Blaine steps out of the car, keeping his eyes mostly on the ground. He walks slowly, hands in his pockets. As he nears the group, he finally looks up, attempting to smile warmly at the first person he sees.

The first person that he happens to see turns his head to Blaine at approximately the same time that Blaine spots him.

The curly-haired man and the brunette both freeze in shock as hazel eyes meet blue. Both step forward slowly, their jaws opening in surprise.

The first of the men to speak is a very shaken up and surprised Blaine.

"... Kurt?"