A/N Yes, yes I know the last chapter spun off into crazy vile but there are reasons for everything, trust me in that? So this chapter isn't completely from Quinn's POV but just as a fore note the majority of the chapters are completely from Quinn's POV, let me know your POV preferences. I thought this was necessary for the plot progression.

Somehow the full night's sleep hadn't effectively revitalized me in the slightest; I was as tired as I would be if I'd only had a few hours' worth of rest. Willing my muscles to move I rolled back against Kurt- who wasn't there? Opening my eyes I surveyed the tent, Kurt was nowhere to be seen in fact I was currently lying across his empty sleeping bag. Attempting to wake myself up I lay onto my back staring at the supporting pole above me sifting through my consciousness. Kurt was already up, my belly was rumbling, the belly which had a baby inside, we were currently living in a zombie-apocalypse, the status of my parents was still unknown and I dreamt last night; it was a ridiculous dream that questioned my sanity. The weird thing was that it felt so incredibly real.

Crawling out of the tent the sun blinded me, bringing my hand up for protection I analysed the fact that the sun was directly above me. It was mid-day, I'd slept in; Okay I'm a teenager, that's normal, teenagers are lazy and yeah I'd accept that but it wasn't normal. From the age of thirteen I had woken up every single day at 6am, so much so that I no longer needed an alarm clock, it had become engrained into my body clock. It took work to be the perfect daughter and head cheerleader. So this was pregnancy eh?

Trudging my way over to central camp, squinting against the unwelcome sunshine all thoughts on my lack of food, I ignored the other campers who were for no apparent reason gawking at me, was my hair really that bad? Once I had gotten my hands on a bowl of steaming porridge and was securely seated on the closest log I began scrutinizing the stares still being directed at me, seriously guys were you already so deprived of entertainment that I had become really that interesting?

Rachel perching herself beside me was a welcome distraction from the boring stares.

"Morning"

"Or Afternoon" She corrected gently.

"Yeah, afternoon" I grumbled suddenly feeling thoroughly anti-social.

"Are you feeling okay Q?"

Touched by her casual use of my nickname I warmed again to her presence.

"Tired, which may I add is weird?"

"I'm not surprised" She was right, she didn't sound surprized.

In return I threw her a quizzical look but she chose to stare at her Mary Jane's instead of enlightening me.

Standing up, empty bowl in hand I looked down at her,

"As fun as this has been, have you seen Kurt?"

I'm not a morning person. Or afternoon person as the case may be.

"Err, no. Maybe he went with Mercedes and Tina?"

"With Mercedes and Tina where exactly?"

"To find their families, they're on the first expedition into the town. Stealth in small numbers you know."

"No" I was aware of how in denial I sounded and I was. In denial that is.

I walked away attempting to forget the whole conversation, I washed my dish and began searching the camp grounds for Kurt. I even started calling out for him like a lost pet dog; kissy noises and all. He really wasn't there, he was really gone and he was really in an even more life-threatening position. Unfortunately for the both of us Finn chose that moment to approach me.

"Err Hi Quinn; we haven't really spoken much have we?" He mumbled from in front of me. I looked up to see him shuffling his feet with his hands in his pockets.

He was being awkward which wasn't so much cute, more annoying as hell.

"Yeah" And with that I made to walk away but he reached out to stop me. Big mistake. I gave him my full force death stare.

"This really isn't the time Finn"

"Well if you need anyone to talk to, you know I'm here. I don't like seeing you so scared…"

"Scared?"

But he just shrugged and walked off.

What the actual fuck.

I'd been sitting on the log for two hours when they came over, waiting patiently for Kurt to return, well externally patiently; internally dying with frustration and fear.

"Quinn, are you okay?"

Looking up I found them all standing in front of me, Artie taking lead role and speaking, how could this day get weirder? After a moment I replied

"No, but who is?"

"Well, we just don't think you're coping very well…"

"Why would you thi- wait! Is this a- an intervention?" My voice got progressively higher the more I spoke.

"Not in so many words…" Artie was obviously trying to diffuse any potential situations.

Santana was blunter.

"Yes. Because you've been acting bat shit crazy since this all started, I mean who are you? You've lost all your badass Fabray. And that stunt last night? It's bringing down my rep being associated with you."

"Stunt last night?" Okay there was seriously something they weren't telling me. "Look if you're talking about me having a conversation with Rachel then I've got news for you, we are living in a zombie a-p-o-c-a-l-y-p-s-e. We're not in high school anymore."

"Eugh! You what? Out of your own free will?" I ignored her because it was quite obvious I wasn't going to get any sense out of her.

"No, look Quinn it was later. I stayed on watch all night because Puck was a no show." I watched Rachel give a particularly pointed look towards the boy in question before she continued.

"You came out of your tent talking in tongues, I walked over and you were still asleep, like sleep-walking. Anyway so you start walking out of the camp site and I couldn't stop you so basically it took five people to hold you down until you lulled back into normal sleep."

My head started banging, I couldn't cope with this. Standing up sharply I ignored the bombardment of head-rush and stormed off to my tent where I proceeded to curl up and cry. I needed Kurt.

MERCADES POV

Getting through the town wasn't easy. Getting through my house? Well that was just plain devastating. My mother? Gone. My father? Gone. All the family photographs on the walls? Gone. So they at least left alive, but where were they? Were they still alive? Seeing the empty rooms left my heart equally empty.

Tragically the worst was still to come.

My house no longer resembled my home; all that remained was a big ass buzzing question mark. Eventually the buzzing grew until my whole head seemed to be filled with bees, bees that stole my concentration when I came to need it most. And so we left the shell of my house behind and set course to Tina's house in my father's Jeep.

"Maybe they're in an s-s-sanctuary! The a-army might have come in and collected all survivors but we w-weren't in tow-"

"Just, please stop Tina." She'd been doing that since we left my house, trying to console me when I just wanted to break down and cry or be distracted. Since breaking down wasn't really an option here I'd have to settle for the latter. Something that Tina was making very hard.

I'd never really spoken to Tina before; this was probably the most I'd ever seen her speak.

"Tina, I'm emotionally tired. Can we just do this?"

"I-I'm sorry"

We'd reached her house; I pulled up onto her driveway.

"I-I want to g-g-o in alone."

"That wasn't the plan Tina…"

"Look you're probably going to be more of a hindrance than a help in that state." Tina's fierce attitude caught me off guard, I looked her over with fresh eyes, maybe there was more to her than a stuttering wallflower. She was right, my wet cheeks and blurred vision told me that much.

"If you happen to have any tater tots don't hesitate in getting them"

I observed a small smile tug her lips.

I should have said no. I should have forced my protection upon her. I should have wiped my tears and sorted my head out because it wasn't the time. I should have…

I didn't.

Her screams pierced my consciousness sitting me bolt upright, too late I wiped the tears, too late I ran to her rescue.

QUINNS POV

After a while I forced myself up, Rachel's sweet voice floated through calling me to dinner. As I sat down silence fell, ignoring scrutinizing gazes I sat with the group and ate my share of soup.

"Don't worry Q, they're just worried." Rachel whispered settling down next to me with her own vegetable soup.

I wasn't used to public weakness.

"Well they should be worried about themselves because if I catch one more stare…" I spoke at full volume, piercing on-lookers with my signature death stare.

Out of the corner of my eye I caught Santana smile.

I needed to reaffirm my positioning in the group. Without Kurt I'd lost my willpower to be Lucy. Making sure the gesture was entirely visible I looked Rachel up and down in plain disgust then stood up. The expression of hurt on her face broke my heart but I couldn't help it, I couldn't be weak or maybe this was being weak. Walking over purposefully with my soup I sat myself next to Finn who happily let me burrow myself into his side. Just as I had expected Santana and Britney followed suit and came to sit by my side.

We spent the evening laughing and making snide comments as though it really made sense to do so in our situation.

I was tired and worn to the core by the time I escaped to my tent, having had to bat off Finns requests of joining me. All I expected to be waiting for me was a warm sleeping bag and a goodnights sleep. I was wrong.

"Well that made for a most regaling show out there my dear lady."

Robin Goodfellow, as in dream-fairy-elf-magical-being-Robin-Goodfellow lay across my sleeping bag, confronting me with his head propped up by his arm making him look almost seductive. His voice was confident with a tinge of mocking. He was entirely as striking as he had been the night before; in fact his pale glow seemed to be illuminating the tent.

I found myself rather speechless, stock-still in the entrance of my tent.

"Well that's a dazzling greeting my lady, care to enlighten me with more words of your wisdom?"

"Hi…" I said lamely.

"Hi" He mimicked me eerily.

Suddenly my voice returned with force.

"Well would you like to enlighten me and explain why you're in my tent? Or for that matter what happened last night?" My voice was dripping with sarcasm. Though it was hard to do so; he was emitting that whole warmth and love thing.

"Oh hello Quinny, I wondered where you were!" A smile spread lazily across his face.

I actually looked behind me, dick.

"Well come on in, make yourself comfortable!"

I hesitantly crawled in and sat Indian-style in front of him.

"So."

"So…"

"What are you?" I wondered if that was a rude question, like asking a woman her age.

"Fae, though you might know me as a fairy." Amusement was definitely present in his voice.

"And why are you here? Why did that other- other Fae want me?"

"Sometimes it's best not to know the answer." He was still smiling but I knew he was being serious.

"He tried to kidnap me didn't he?"

For a moment he sat silently staring at me.

"Do not ever say yes to a Fae, do not ever follow a Fae. Stay away from them; they are not friendly no matter how beautiful they are. Do you hear me?" Jovial expressions all but forgotten, his voice had grown hard and serious.

"Aren't you a Fae?" I said trying to lift the mood.

At first he looked upon me disapprovingly but after a moment the most beautiful laughter filled the tent.

"Indeed."

"So I shouldn't trust you?"

"No, I don't suppose you should"

I found myself leaning forward, drinking in the familiarity of this extraordinary being.

"Is this a dream?" My voice was soft and dazed, I felt drunk on his very presence.

"Oh yes, of course this is a dream my dear." And there it was; that cheeky wink.

When I woke up it was morning, Kurt was beside me as though he had never left, the day before wasn't a dream though; I couldn't have been. Yesterday's clothes were sprawled across the floor and Kurt was definitely in different pyjamas, were they all back? Kurt, Tina and Mercedes?

A/N: Sorry for the length of this chapter, it really isn't my favourite but it really was essential link in the plot development. Please look past this one's faults and stick around for the next chapter? Opinions, thoughts, questions and reviews are welcome.