Ack! Sorry for leaving for so long on a cliffhanger. I've had to perform every night for this concert for the past couple of days, so I had no time for the interwebz. Buuut I'm back, so enjoy chapter 9. :)

Trigger warning: There's a molestation trigger possibility in this chapter, so if you're one to be triggered by that kind of action, skip over the large part written in italics.

~*~xo~*~

"Please be okay," Blaine chants frantically to himself as he nears the location of the screaming. "Kurt! Kurt, baby, where are you?!"

"Blaine!" Kurt screams, running out of the trees and onto Blaine's arms.

"Oh, thank God! Are you okay, what happened?!" Blaine yells, panicked.

"T-they're over there! A bunch of them, Blaine! One almost got me, we have to go!" Kurt screams, grabbing Blaine's arm and pulling him towards the camp. Just then, Finn, Puck, Ryder, Sam, and Mike are at their sides, each man carrying a weapon.

"Where are the fuckers?!"

"Is Kurt okay?"

"How many are there?!"

Kurt points over towards where he had just run from. The men can each make out many figures running towards them. "Oh, shit!" Puck yells, raising his gun and pointing it at the pack of walkers. The other men do the same, each firing their guns at the figures.

Just then, they hear more screams back at the camp. These screams belong to the ladies who were left back at the campfire.

"Oh, God! You left them alone?!" Blaine exclaims, grabbing Kurt's hand and running back to the campsite. Sam and Mike, cursing under their breath, both run back to the camp site to help the girls. To their horror, another group of walkers had already reached them, causing the girls to scatter and scream in panic.

With guns raised, the two men shoot the walkers one at a time, each in the head. The screaming continues, although one can be heard far above the rest.

"BRITTANY! BRITTANY, NO!"

All heads turn towards the sound of Santana's voice, gasping in terror as they spot Brittany in the grasp of one of the walkers. It has already sunken its teeth into her arm, tearing a huge chunk of flesh off of it. She screams in pain and panic as her arm is ripped open. Santana runs forward, clutching her pocket knife in her hand and quickly stabbing it into the creature's head. It falls to the ground, lifeless, just as Santana catches Brittany in her arms.

Turning away from the horrific sight, the men continue to fire their guns, picking off the walkers as they neared them.

"Kurt!" Blaine yells, "Kurt, I want you to stay by my side, okay? Cling to me, I'm not letting them get you, you hear me?"

Nodding his head, Kurt grabs a fistful of Blaine's shirt, squeezing tightly. Blaine grabs his pistol from its holster, pointing it at the nearest zombie's head and shooting. Ten minutes, and one painful scream later, the zombies seem to be gone. The second scream belongs to Ryder, who had gotten swarmed by zombies out in the forest. Puck and Finn had managed to kill the zombies, but were too late to save Ryder.

The two men stagger out of the forest, out of breath and terrified. "W-we got them all… Ryder didn't… Didn't make it," Puck breathes out.

"Oh, God," Kurt cries out, covering his mouth with his hand.

Rubbing Kurt's back in comfort, Blaine answers Puck. "We got the last of them here, too… Brittany's not in good shape. At all. One of those… things got her."

Rachel suddenly runs up to Kurt, grabbing him and hugging him tightly. "You're okay. Thank goodness you're okay."

Kurt hugs back tightly, breathing a small sigh of relief that his best friend was alright.

Everyone turns to look at Santana and Brittany, who were in no such luck. They all watch over in pure sadness and sympathy. The Latino woman is lying over the blond, sobbing hysterically as she strokes her blood-covered cheeks. "Brittany," she sobs out miserably, "My Brittany…"

Sniffling, Kurt turns away from the sight, burrowing his head into Blaine's chest. He starts shaking in his arms as he begins to cry. Blaine tightens his hold on Kurt, stroking his back. "Shh, it's okay. Everything's going to be okay," he breathes out against Kurt's head. "I'm here, you're safe. Nothing's going to get you, I promise."

The reassurances cause Kurt to wrap his arms around Blaine, pulling him closer as he cries.

They stand there for a few moments, holding each other close. They break apart when Blaine hears his name being called. He turns to see Puck walking towards him, limply pointing towards Santana and Brittany's body. "We got to do something about that. Britt's gonna turn any second, man. I don't think Santana will be the one to volunteer to take her out, so one of us has got to do it."

Blaine narrows his eyes in confusion. "She's gonna…turn?" He asks.

Nodding, Puck replies, "Yeah. Everyone who gets bit turns into a walker. It could happen at any second, so we have to be ready to shoot her. In the head. That's the only way to be sure she's dead."

Blaine cringes, but nods. "What about Santana?"

"What about her?"

"I don't… I don't think she's going to let us shoot Brittany, even if she's not…alive anymore. We have to have some morals, man. Let's just wait it out, I'm sure Santana won't let herself get bit once Brittany turns."

Raising his hands in defeat, Puck replies, "Alright, I get you. What I need you to know is that you have to be on your toes in case Santana doesn't react the way she should."

"I will."

~*~xo~*~

As everyone calms down from the walker attack, Kurt goes over the memory of the previous night in his head. He gulps deeply at the awful memory as it all comes flooding back to him in a rush.

"Come on, Kurt," Finn says, walking in closer. "I know you want to give in. It's okay. Blaine being here doesn't have to change anything."

"No, it doesn't change anything," Kurt hisses out, attempting to push Finn back. "I'd never give into this, even if he never came back. But, you know what? He did come back. And I'm so grateful for that."

"Remember what I talked to you about a couple weeks ago?"

"Yes, I remember. And have you noticed how I've been avoiding you since then?" Kurt snaps back.

"Believe me, Kurt. I've noticed. And you're not being fair about it."

Kurt furrows his brows. "Fair? You admit to having major feelings for me, and I'M not being fair? I'm not comfortable around you, Finn! I have a husband, and I didn't want you to try to distract me from that! I thought that since he came back, maybe I could try to be friends with you again. Maybe you'll get it through your head that I am off limits. But, no. You're still the same Finn."

Finn moves closer again, grabbing Kurt's hands and pinning them up against a tree. "I know you feel something. You're denying it. Just try, Kurt," Finn almost begs, moving his face closer. "I want you."

Kurt shakes his head, trying to squirm away from Finn. "Get away from me. You're wrong, leave me the hell alone!"

Finn ignores Kurt's words, leaning his face into Kurt's and connecting their lips harshly. He pushes his body up against Kurt's, trapping him between Finn and the tree.

Kurt's eyes widen in shock as he comprehends what is happening. Finn is kissing him. Finn is kissing him against his will and he's too small to push him away. Although he knows it's useless, Kurt attempts to pull his face away, trying to squirm out of Finn's grasp.

This only encourages Finn further. He pushes himself against Kurt harder, travelling one hand lower and lower. He slips his hand violently under Kurt's waistline, finally grabbing what he's looking for. Kurt screams against Finn's lips, his own tears streaming down his face. Unfortunately, his screams are muffled, so no one can hear.

He finally wrenches one of his hands free from Finn's clutches, connecting it with Finn's face in a hard slap. It seems to daze him a little, but he still doesn't stop. In a second attempt, Kurt grabs Finn's cheek with his hand, digging his fingernails into the flesh and dragging his fingers heavily across his cheek.

Crying out in pain, Finn finally releases Kurt, pulling his hand from his pants and backing away. He clutches his cheek in agony, moving his eyes down to a very frightened Kurt.

Kurt wipes the tears off his face before straightening out his pants. "Bring the water back to the camp," he growls out before quickly running away from Finn.

Kurt doesn't realize that he's crying until he hears himself sniffle. Blaine walks up to him with concern in his eyes.

"Kurt, are you okay? I know what just happened was horrible, but you don't need to cry. It'll be okay, baby," he says as he gently slips his hand into Kurt's.

Nodding, Kurt squeezes Blaine's hand. "Yeah, yeah. I'm just very shaken up about this. I'll, uh… I'll get over it."

Blaine hesitantly nods back to Kurt, studying his face. "Alright…" He speaks, unconvinced with Kurt's words. He knows something else is bothering him. He wonders why Kurt's lying to him. "Are you sure…? You know, you can tell me if anything else is bothering you. Anything else at all."

Kurt sniffles again, attempting to smile softly up at Blaine. "I know."

~*~xo~*~

By the next morning, Santana hasn't left her place from above Brittany. She's been laying over his all night, stroking her face and crying. By now, she's cried out all her tears. Now, she's only looking over her dead girlfriend with an emotionless expression, as if she's numb to the pain.

"… Santana?"

She glances up from Brittany's bloody face to see Kurt standing above her, looking down at her with a sad and nervous look on his face. She only grunts in reply, looking back down at her girlfriend's face.

"We're worried about you. We don't think you should be alone right now," he says carefully, trying his best not to make her angry.

Santana looks back up to Kurt, her expression looking more angry. "Oh, now you don't think I should be alone? This is your fault, you know," she seethes out, "If you hadn't screamed with your girly-ass voice just because you saw a couple zombies, the men wouldn't have run to your rescue as if you were a fucking damsel in distress. We were all left alone, with no weapons and no one who could actually fight these bastards off. So, you're overreaction got my girlfriend killed. I should give you a fucking medal."

Kurt lets his mouth drop open in mild shock at Santana's words. Is she really blaming him for this? This was out of his control. Maybe she was just in shock from what happened. "Santana…" He starts softly, his voice breaking a bit on her name, "This isn't my—"

"Don't even try to defend yourself. It was your fault in my eyes, so I don't care about a single word that comes out of your mouth. Leave me alone."

"Santana, I—"

"Get the hell away from me, Hummel!" She barks out, clenching her fists.

Without another word, Kurt turns around, quickly walking away from the distraught woman. He felt horrible for her, and it made him feel even worse that she completely blamed him for what happened. Was it really his fault? Did he overreact?

Kurt only notices that he's crying when he feels himself sniffle as he makes his way toward his tent. Maybe he did overreact too much. It probably was his fault.

~*~xo~*~

After watching the whole scene go down with Kurt and Santana, Puck sighs. She was definitely beyond upset; there was no doubt about that. He turns his head to Blaine when he spots the other man walking towards him. "Hey, man. Your husband and Santana got in a squabble. Well, she mostly just yelled at him. He just walked back to your tent, I'm pretty sure he was crying."

Blaine frowns at this, already turning towards where Kurt was, "I have to talk to him, then."

"Woah, no way," Puck says, reaching out and grabbing Blaine's shoulder. "You have to stay here with me and watch this girl. She's going to turn into a zombie any second, and I need an extra person to be ready for when that happens."

"But I have to go comfort him. I can't just let him cry in there. He needs me."

"No, seriously, he'll be fine. I really need you out here with me. It's going to happen any second. I'm actually way surprised it hasn't actually happened; it never takes this long."

As Puck and Blaine are talking, neither of them notices the fact that Brittany's eyes have reopened. They don't notice the low growl escaping from her now open lips.

Santana watches the girl in shock amazement as she comes back to life. She almost forgets the fact that the girl isn't the same as she was before. Almost. She slowly reaches for her gun, pulling it out. She doesn't aim it; instead, she begins talking.

"I'm so sorry, Brittany. I'm sorry I let this happen to you. I'm sorry you'll never get to see me again, and I'm sorry that I'll never get to see your beautiful eyes again."

Brittany does nothing in response. She only continues her growling. She slowly starts leaning upwards towards Santana, opening her mouth and straining to bite her.

Santana only pushes their foreheads together as she cries, trying to savor whatever moments that she has with Brittany's almost alive body.

Thirty feet away, Blaine and Puck finally look up to notice what's happening. Their eyes widen at the sight as they both walk forward and raise their guns. They stop, however, when they notice Santana raise her own gun to the girl's head.

"I'm sorry," she repeats, "I love you." She finally pulls the trigger, sending her girlfriend's body to the floor.

~*~xo~*~

Aww, poor Brittana :( Sorry for the sadness! For anyone who had to skip over the molestation part, Finn attempted to rape Kurt, and Kurt scratched his face in defense. So no one misses that major plot part. See you guys soon. :)