"Are we almost there?" Santana huffed as she trailed behind Mike.

"Should be, yeah," He replied.

Mike enlisted the help of Santana and Puck to go to the bay area around the waterfall to collect fresh water. They had bags full of empty containers to fill with the water.

Puck, who was right behind Mike questioned, "How did you find this place, man?"

"I was just walking. I don't know."

The roar of the waterfall was in their ears. It wasn't long until they reached the bay. It was a picturesque destination. Under any other circumstance, it would have made for a beautiful vacation spot. The water sparkled under the sun. The lush forest surrounded the bay area.

"Wow," Puck muttered.

Santana dropped her bag and ran towards the water. She dropped to her knees and cupped her hands in the glimmering water, bringing it to her mouth. She slurped the content down and then let out a squeal.

"It tastes so good!"

"That isn't the first time she's said that to me," Puck grinned, nudging Mike slightly.

Mike rolled his eyes, "Sure. Come on- we've got to fill these up and get back. I'm sure everyone is thirsty."

"Don't be a party pooper, Chang. Let us enjoy this place," Santana said as she stood.

"Yeah," Puck agreed. He took a few steps towards the base of the pooling water.

Mike was ready to agree. He needed a break after the long walk through the dense thick of the forest. Just as the words were about to slip off his tongue, he noticed something.

"Puck- don't move."

"What?" Puck questioned, his eyebrows bushing together.

"You are standing on a beehive," Mike said slowly.

Santana perked up, rising to her feet and hurrying over.

Puck was standing on a beehive alright. It was massive, covering a large chunk of the ground.

"Beehives are supposed to be in trees," Puck panicked.

"What do we do?" Santana asked.

Mike was clueless, "I have no idea. If he moves, it will break."

The hive was already splitting. A trickle of bees emerged from the strange ground hive. One landed on Puck's exposed arm.

"I don't like bees," He rushed. "Not even don't like- like, I'm talking irrational fear. I'm pretty sure I'm allergic to bees. I don't-"

"Shut up," Santana hissed.

Puck's face was stricken with fear as more bees danced out of the hive and onto his body. They buzzed around him, as if taunting him. Saying, come on, man, move already.

"If you don't pull yourself together, I'll tell everyone you started crying," Santana tried.

"Irrational fear doesn't mean I can pull myself together," Puck whimpered.

"Just give me a second to think," Mike said, brushing a hand through his hair.

Just then, a bee landed on Puck's neck. It stung him.

"Ow!" Puck screeched. "Son of a bitch!"

His body shaking with pain, Puck stomped on the beehive. A dense cloud of bees erupted from the earth. The buzz was an eerie song. There were thousands of bees. It was a nightmare.

Puck panicked. He batted the air, a primitive roar coming out of his mouth. He collected sting after sting as he backed himself into a rock.

Mike and Santana both had no idea what to do. Santana turned and started running towards the water. Mike wanted to follow directly after her, but he couldn't leave Puck. With a grimace, he reached into the haze of bees and grabbed Puck's arm. The two stumbled as they tried to follow Santana.

Santana stripped her clothing off as she came towards the water. Mike tried to encourage Puck to remove his bee infested clothing.

They dove into the water behind Santana, who was swimming to the gushing waterfall. She disappeared under the stream. Mike hesitated for a second before pulling Puck into the water and ordering him to follow him.

The waterfall beat down on them with a tremendous force. It pushed the two down deep into the depths of the bay. When they emerged on the other side, they gasped for air.

"I'm over here!"

The water tapered off into wading length. Santana was sitting on a large rock a few feet back from where the water ended.

"Are you guys okay?" She questioned.

"A few stings," Mike said.

"Same," She nodded.

"Well, I was only stung like, several hundred times," Puck said grimly.

"I'll give you something when we get back to the camp," Mike said. "You should be okay for now."

"Yeah. Sure. That was only the biggest disaster ever."

"Suck it up," Santana sighed.

"Did you notice that you're missing a shirt," Puck said, changing the subject.

"It was full of bees."

"I'd have thought "C's"," He said with a smile.

Mike couldn't help but chuckle. Even under the most extreme circumstances, Puck managed to keep his usual demeanor.

"You are such an asshole," Santana smiled.

"We should stay in here for a few more minutes to make sure the bees are gone," Mike said. "But we need to get back to the beach soon. Quinn looked like she was about to die of thirst when we left."

"Lugging water back is going to be such a pain," Puck complained, though it was premature.

"I almost regret agreeing to help," Santana mumbled.

Mike wasn't going to disagree. They were going to have a little less than four gallons of water to carry back. Four gallons wasn't too heavy, but walking five miles back to the beach with four gallons of water was going to be a burden.

"There are only ten of us. This water should last us a few days," He finally said, trying to bring some positivity to the situation.

Santana rose, "We'll be off this stupid island in a few days. Come on. The bees are probably gone."

"Probably doesn't cut it," Puck crossed his arms. "I don't want to get stung anymore."

"That's it! I'm defiantly telling everyone you cried," Santana decided.

Puck twitched in protest, but before he could say anything, Santana had dove underneath the waterfall. Mike gave Puck a shrug before following. Puck trailed after, not wanting to be left alone. Once he popped up on the other side, he immediately began talking,

"Come on, Santana! I didn't cry."

Santana, a fast swimmer, was already at the edge of the bay. She was scooping water into the containers.

"I think I saw you crying," She said. "What did you see, Mike?"

"Don't drag me into this."

"Two against one," Puck grinned.

Santana rolled her eyes and tossed him an empty container. They filled the rest of the containers with water and tossed them in their bags. On the walk back to the beach, there was silence. Every now and then Puck would say something to Santana about not telling anyone any lies about what happened. She was more annoyed with the stupid prank and agreed to keep her mouth shut.

When they got back to the beach they expected to be greeted with open arms and dried lips. Instead, they saw a sullen group. A group that was missing one person.

"Where is she?" Santana rushed. She dropped the water on the ground. "Where is Brittany?"

"Santana," Finn started. "I'm sorry."

"What are you sorry about?" Her voice cracked. "Brittany!"

Puck and Mike gently laid their bags next to Santana's. They were just as confused as she was. The beach reeked of dread.

"She went into the water to swim. She just got… she went too far and the current pulled her under. I tried to save her."

"You're lying!" She screamed. "You are a lying bastard! Where is she? Come on! Just tell me. Please. Just tell me."

"I'm sorry," Rachel offered.

Santana's face was torn with pain. She had tried to keep her tears back, but they were flowing freely. She stumbled over her feet as she ran to the edge of the beach. The same water that had just taken the love of her life was a soothing call against her ankles.

"BRITTANY!" She screamed at the top of her lungs.

She repeated the name a few times before falling to her knees. Her fists pounded the wet sand leaving imprints that were washed away seconds later.

"What happened?" Mike asked softly.

"It was really hot. She just wanted to swim," Finn frowned.

"And you tried saving her?"

"Of course I did!" Finn defended himself.

Santana's cries were louder. They eliminated any chance of carrying on with any other activity. No one knew what to do. There was no way to console her. All they could do was sit and watch as she self-destructed.