"So what now?" Sam asked, looking at the rest of the group, their eyes just as shocked as his own. "What are we suppose to do?"
"What do you think, dude?" Finn said, taking a deep breath. "We gotta keep moving. We need to gather up as much stuff as we can find and just...keep going."
"Where?" Sam asked, rubbing the back of his neck, his skin sore and tender.
"Anywhere." Finn replied, gulping loudly for the group to hear.
Puck was still crouched over on the floor, the mangled radio clenched tightly in his grip as he wept silently. Tears fell down his nose and on to the blood stained floor.
"Hey, it's gonna be okay." Finn said, still patting the shaking boy's back.
"Get off me!" Puck suddenly shouted, startling all of them. He got up quickly, the radio in one hand. Looking at all of their faces, with all his might, he threw the now piece of junk hard against the wall next to him, parts flying everywhere.
"What the hell?" Blaine said, shielding his face.
"Don't you all understand? We. Are. Stuck. Here. There's no fucking way of getting out. They were our last hope! They were our last everything! I'm sick and tired of all this shit, I want to see my sister, my ma, my family. These people were the last shot I fucking had to see either of them and now it's gone!" He was yelling, his voice echoing throughout the airport station as tears fell from his red eyes and down his scruffy face.
"Puck, listen -" Quinn started out, moving closer to the boy.
"No, you listen, blondie -"
"Don't you dare talk to her like that!" Rachel yelled out, pushing herself in front of Quinn, her eyebrows furrowed and her face as hard as stone. "We all want to get out of here, Noah, but yelling at everyone over something we can't control isn't going to help, understand? Now calm down!"
It was finally quiet, Puck dropping his head and walking over to a vacant chair where he put his head in his hands, Sarah's cloth still tied crookedly on his head.
"Now, -" Rachel started, noticing everyone, including Quinn, staring at her with dropped jaws. " I wan't all of you to...look around for anything we can use. Search the backpacks and look for any type of weapon. And food. Food is important too." Her voice was slightly rigid after yelling at Puck. They all continued to stare at her. "Now." She snapped, all of them jumping before breaking apart.
"Wow." Quinn said beside her, her arms crossed over her chest. "Very impressive, Berry. Are you gonna make us all do laps now?" She teased.
"Be quiet." Rachel said, pushing her gently, knocking her off balance.
Making her way over to Puck, Rachel sat down next to him, her hands awkwardly on her knees. "N-Noah?" She stuttered, a bit scared now.
"What do you want, Rachel?" He replied, clenching his jaw and continuing to look down.
"I'm sorry, I just -"
"Lost your temper?" He finished her sentence. "Yeah. I understand. I was just...I don't know. Something hit me. I gotta get outta here. I need to make sure Sarah and my Ma are okay." He choked out, balling his hands into fists.
"We're going to get out of here, Noah. You have to have faith and you need to stay strong like you have been. We're all changing, some faster than others, but it's happening." Puck only stared at her as if what she was saying was completely ridiculous. "Look over there. Finn's trying to help you. Ever since the store, he's been all about taking control, do you honestly think we would be here if he were still complaining? And what about Tina? She helped you all with the majority of the hunting, I'm sure you're thankful for that."
Puck nodded, a small smile on his face. "Yeah. She did catch most of our food." Rachel smiled at him before looking up again.
"Sam's been our hope throughout all of this. You can't say that there hasn't been a time where you felt completely hopeless before looking at him and having all faith restored. Right?" Rachel said, turning back to the boy who only nodded. " And you, Puck. You've been the rock. Our rock. You always have been, even before this. You can't stop now, if you do we wont last. You've showed us where to go, what to do. When it doubt, you got us through every obstacle. We need you to stay strong." Turning away from him, she heard the boy sigh before getting up.
"Alright." He shouted for everyone to hear. " Change of plans. There's no doubt the fucking zombies heard me yelling, so take what you can right now and lets head up the escalator." Rachel smiled, standing next to him proudly, with her arms crossed over her chest.
"What's up the escalator?" Quinn asked, pulling a camel pack off of a seat, she shook it and heard water splash around inside. With a smile, she held on to it tightly, knowing it would come in handy sooner or later.
"Planes." Puck said simply. "We'll take the first terminal and...well, we'll see from there." He said yet again, turning around and grabbing his own bag off the floor, leaving his own radio on the center of the floor. Before turning back around he looked to Rachel, thanking the girl and shooting her a soft smile before turning back around and walking towards the escalators, everyone else joining right behind him.
Walking towards Rachel, Quinn automatically connected their hands, everyone else too far in front to see them. "What was that all about?" She asked, rubbing Rachel's hand with her thumb as they began walking.
"He just needed a good talking to." Rachel replied, leaning her head on the girl's shoulder. She felt lips on the top of her head and a small laugh.
"Good job, Sargent." Quinn joked.
They continued to walk until they got to the escalators. Climbing the steps, Puck was first to see terminal twenty-four. "No. Not that one." He said quickly to Sam who began walking towards the entrance. "Let's pick one that isn't right where they can see us."
They made their way down the dark, dirty path, each step they took echoing throughout the rest of the way. Wires stuck out from the ceiling and a few lights flickered. It was the setting of your ordinary, cliché horror movie which made Quinn very uncomfortable.
"Stay close to me." Quinn spoke to Rachel, holding her hand tightly. Kurt accidentally kicked a stray rusted pipe on the floor causing Quinn to jump almost ten feet high.
"Sorry!" Kurt whispered out. Rachel only laughed.
"I should say the same to you." She said, pulling their locked hands up to her own lips and sneaking a kiss on Quinn's pale skin. Quinn laughed nervously, holding tightly to her gun and Rachel's hand.
"I think we're here, gang." Puck joked, walking towards terminal eight, the chairs were pulled out from the floor and the tunnel leading to the plane was dark. Lights were flickering inside just as they were outside. First it would be pitch black then a shot of light would illuminate the tunnel. Quinn could see wires coming out from the ceiling inside as well as junk cluttering the floor.
"I don't feel good about this." Brittany said, her pinky locked with Santana's.
"Well, its either that or stay out here and -" Puck's sentence was cut short by a growl behind all of them. "Perfect fucking timing." Puck groaned. "Go, go, go!" The words sounded far too familiar to be comforting. Last time they were in this situation, Quinn was about a millisecond away from death.
Before Quinn could move though, Rachel locked their fingers together more securely. Looking at the girl, she saw worried, brown eyes. "Don't let me go this time." Rachel said through gritted teeth. Quinn nodded.
They began to follow the rest of their friends through the tunnel leading to the large plane. Right as the two girls entered, it looked as if a strobe light had been set off. Each step they took was pure terror as they could only see in front of them for a split second before pitch darkness took over. Quinn could feel Rachel's palm sweating in her own as both their breathing increased.
"I hear them coming in." Rachel said to all of them, her voice worried. Instead of hyperventilating, as Quinn was use to, she pulled her gun from the holster on her waist, broke apart her grip with Quinn's hand and cocked her gun only to tangle their hands together yet again. If Quinn wasn't desperately trying to maneuver her way around the junk on the floor, she show Rachel just how sexy she thought that was, but this was not the time nor the place.
They were moving as fast as they could through without tripping over the debris on the floor. They could hear at least two of the zombies following them close behind, tripping and falling just as they were, but much more carelessly.
"Hurry up, get in here." Finn said, being the first to reach the door to the airplane. Each of them made it in safely, Rachel and Quinn breaking apart just as they reached the door. Once Quinn's body was inside, Finn shut the door hard enough to hear the first zombie smack head first into the metal of the closed plane door.
There was deep breathing everywhere as they all scattered the floor, Rachel falling against the door to the front bathroom, Quinn joining.
"Everyone alright?" Tina asked once their shaking breath turning normal. After hearing a check from everyone, they all relaxed a bit, a few of them getting up to sit in a plane seat.
Looking towards Rachel, Quinn smiled at the sweating girl, her gun finding it's place back in the holster. "You alright, ba-" Quinn quickly stopped herself from saying the next word. "Rachel." She spoke, gulping lightly and hoping she hadn't noticed.
"I'll be okay." Rachel said, a smile on her face.
"Looks like this'll be home for a little bit." Blaine said, coming from the back of the plane and pushing a box of salted peanuts and another box of cookies at them. "There are about four boxes each of these back there." He said, opening a coke can. "Even more boxes of soda." He took a sip and sighed. "I've missed that."
Everyone quickly got up to stuff their faces with the peanuts, cookies and cans of soda. "Wanna go?" Quinn asked, rubbing Rachel's shoulder.
"Not quite yet." Rachel replied, massaging her knee.
Before Quinn could say anything else, a loud bang was heard against the metal plane door causing all of them to jump in their seats. They all looked around at each other before Quinn got up from her seat and opened one of the windows. She slid it up cautiously before seeing about four zombies scratching and ramming into the door, their growling being heard from the other side. She noticed a few more making their way down the path as well, stumbling on top of each other and continuing to claw at the door.
"What is it?" Puck asked, moving closer.
"We're trapped in here." She said, sliding the window down and sitting back down in her seat. "They're all over the door." She said once again.
"The door will keep them out, right?" Sam asked while holding his gun close to his chest.
"Hopefully." Quinn replied.
The sun had set long ago, Quinn estimated the time to be somewhere around ten o'clock. She heard faint whispering throughout the plane. They had all spread out evenly. In times like these, they all liked their privacy even if it was crouching low so that the seats blocked all of them.
At the moment, Quinn was slouching on the window seat chair, watching the zombies attack the door still. They would leave sooner or later and the door only had a few scratches on it. She found her small blanket in her bag, pulled it out and covered herself with it, the warmth feeling glorious on her skin and almost causing her to fall asleep. But she stayed awake. For Rachel.
They didn't want anyone suspecting anything so both girls agreed to wait until everyone was asleep before moving together. The last time she saw Rachel, she was eating some of the salted peanuts in the aisle, picking out a few burnt ones. Quinn couldn't help but smile at the adorable way her nose would crinkle every time she would a black one.
They weren't a thing, Quinn thought. They just cared a lot about each other, wanted to protect each other, kissed each other, had sex with each other. Friends.
"Finn's finally dozing." Rachel said, smiling at Quinn and settling down next to her in the middle seat. "He said he wanted to make sure everyone was okay before falling asleep." Pulling the armrest up between them, Rachel allowed her head to fall on to Quinn's shoulder. Quinn welcomed her warmly, covering the both of them with the small blanket where their hands locked together.
"Do you think things'll ever go back to normal? Once we're out of here?" Quinn asked, her mouth suddenly getting dry.
"I don't think things'll ever be the same, actually. We've all changed. It's scary, but it's true." Rachel spoke, her eyes on the seat in front of her. She felt soft lips on the top of her head yet again. That was probably her favorite type of kiss, how simple it was, but still filled with the urgency to touch.
Looking up, Quinn smiled at her, her beautiful eyes sparkling in the darkness. Rachel couldn't help herself as she leaned up to attach their lips, Quinn automatically breaking apart their hands and instead grabbing Rachel's face and deepening the kiss.
Finally they broke apart, their breathing heavy and their cheeks red. Searching for something, anything, in Rachel's eyes, Quinn spoke first. "I've been waiting so long to kiss you like that." Her voice was shaky as if she had just finished running a marathon.
"Then do it again." Rachel replied, tangling her hands in blonde hairs and pulling the girl closer. They tried their hardest to keep the noise level down but quickly forgot as hands began to roam.
Quinn let her fingers trail down to the waist of Rachel's jeans, before pushing her cold fingers inside only causing Rachel to moan into the kiss. Breaking it, Rachel then attached her lips on to Quinn's jaw, sucking lightly at the area and hearing a satisfied groan. Rubbing her fingers up and down against the now wet patch on Rachel's panties, Quinn felt her own stomach clench at the sight in front of her. Her own fingers rubbing soothingly in Rachel's pants, under the blanket.
Before she could move any more, she felt Rachel's hand on her own. Looking up Rachel nodded towards the cockpit. Getting up, Quinn noticed everyone fast asleep then she nodded, taking Rachel's hand and walking, quietly, towards the entrance.
She checked everything cautiously to ensure their safety before shutting and locking the door behind her. Right as she turned, she felt Rachel's hands guide her to the captain's seat where she sat her down eagerly.
Rachel began tearing her clothes off quickly, eager to have Quinn's body against her own. Quinn got the hint and began pulling her own shirt and pants off until she was pulling her own panties off. Rachel waited patiently before climbing on top of the girl, straddling her.
In her peripheral vision she could see the full moon shining down on them through the front window shield. Her own hands roamed as Rachel began kissing down her neck.
"You locked the door?" Rachel asked, her nose rubbing slightly at Quinn's neck.
"Yeah. Of course." Quinn whimpered out, her head falling to the headrest. Rachel's breath hitched when she felt Quinn's fingers sliding up and down her folds between the both of them. "You're so wet." Quinn spoke, her finger now teasing Rachel's wet hole.
"Mmhm." Rachel agreed, putting both her hands on Quinn's shoulders and readying herself. Pushing her mouth up, Quinn caught Rachel's mouth and sucked on her bottom lip eagerly while Rachel let herself fall on Quinn's waiting fingers. Quinn groaned into the kiss, her eyes closing as she felt Rachel's pussy clench around her until she was in up to her knuckle. " Q-Quinn.." Rachel whimpered, breaking away from the kiss and her eyes shut tight.
"What is it?" Quinn asked, kissing her neck.
"So..good." Rachel cried out. She began moving up and down on Quinn's fingers, her juices dripping down the digits only causing Quinn's mouth to water profusely.
Rachel began a quicker speed, her breasts bouncing in rhythm. "Quinn, I'm close." Rachel stuttered, her eyes clenched tight. With her free hand, Quinn let it fall between their bodies and landed on Rachel's clit where she began circling the sensitive nub. "Don't stop, don't stop!" Rachel repeated through gritted teeth, her body still going fast against Quinn's fingers.
"I'm not, baby." Quinn let the words fall from her lips before thinking. Before she knew it, Rachel's body tensed and her fingers were drenched while Rachel hollered in ecstasy, her body twitching while Quinn continued to rub at her overly sensitive clit. Quinn watched as Rachel's face fell, her mouth wide open and various combinations of 'yes, Quinn, more.' fell from her lips.
Finally Rachel calmed down, falling on top of Quinn, her breathing erratic and her body still twitching from the aftershock. Pulling her fingers out, Quinn wrapped her arms around the girl and buried her face in the brown locks that smelled of vanilla. Quinn only smiled before the girl pushed herself up, smiling. "What?" Quinn asked, a smile on her face.
"Your turn." Rachel replied, simply. Quinn grinned, pushing herself up to kiss the column of Rachel's neck. "Sit back." She said quietly before getting off the chair and getting on her knees. Adjusting herself so that she was right in front of Rachel, Quinn let her head fall back on the chair before flinching up when Rachel began sucking on her inner thigh, her hands on either side of her thigh.
Rachel kissed higher and higher until she was in contact with Quinn's entrance, her own juices dripping out. She stuck her tongue out and began lapping up her juices, it tasting so much better than what she had been consuming the last few days. She couldn't help but moan around Quinn's center.
"You taste so good." Rachel whispered against her. She heard a satisfied moan above her before feeling fingers tangle in her hair, pushing her forward slightly.
Licking a line up to Quinn's clit, Rachel began circling around the sensitive bud before capturing it between her lips and sucking even more only causing Quinn's body to tense, her body arching up into the air.
"Fuck! Rachel!" Quinn cried out, her eyebrows furrowed and her breathing erratic. Bringing one of her fingers to Quinn's entrance, Rachel pushed in slowly, curving slightly. "Just like that, Rach." Quinn panted. "Faster."
Rachel moaned her approval which only caused a tremor to shake through Quinn, her moaning getting louder. Rachel could feel Quinn tensing around her fingers and decided to add another before thrusting in yet again. "So fucking good." Quinn said through gritted teeth, her face pleading and her nails digging into Rachel's head.
"Like this, Quinn?" Rachel asked, picking up her speed and staring directly into Quinn's eyes from below. The girl above could only nod, her face looking as if she were about to cry.
"Rach -" Quinn started before letting a wave of arousal shoot through her. " Rachel, I need to tell you something." She panted, her orgasm dangerously close. Still staring at her, Rachel quickened her pace, noticing just how eager and close Quinn was.
"What is it?" She asked, moving to kiss Quinn's knee cap that was currently shaking from her anticipation.
"I lo-...I l-" She tried to spit out before Rachel did a particularly hard thrust and caused Quinn's insides to explode, her orgasm shaking throughout her body. "Oh, fuck!" She cried throughout the cockpit, hoping no one outside could here them. Rachel continued to fuck Quinn's hole, her juices coating the girl's finger and dripping down to her knuckle until she finally slacked over the chair, her breathing hard and her eyes shut tight. Before she could open her eyes, she felt Rachel pull her down on the floor where they both laid down, close together.
"What was it that you needed to tell me?" Rachel asked, scooting close to Quinn, their foreheads connecting while their hands locked together.
"I don't remember." Quinn said quickly.
They stayed there for thirty minutes, talking, kissing, playing with each other.
"I think we better get going now. We need sleep and someone might suspect something if we both walk out of here tomorrow morning." Rachel said, pushing herself up. Quinn nodded and went to grab her close, both the girls dressing and watching each other. It was obvious that neither of them wanted to leave or wanted to get dressed, in fact, Quinn could have stayed the whole night in the cockpit, making lo-...having sex with Rachel. But she knew it was wrong. Putting themselves as well as everyone else in danger was just selfish.
Once they were both dressed, Quinn opened the door quietly, cautiously, and slipped out, hearing the faint breathing of everyone. She turned and smiled at Rachel. "We're good." She said, then made her way back to her row with the blanket. "You sleeping with me, or...?" Quinn asked, getting comfortable on the seat.
"I'll sleep in the row behind you. That way we can both lay down." Rachel said, making her way behind Quinn and sitting down at the window seat.
"Here. Let's try this." Quinn said, getting on her knees on the floor. She popped her head up and motioned for Rachel to do the same. Laying her head down across the floor, below the seats, in her own row, she waited for Rachel. Suddenly, in the row behind her, she saw her, laying down just as she was, with a smile on her face. "Better?" Quinn asked, pushing her hand out.
"Better." Rachel agreed, locking it with Quinn's. She noticed a jacket draped over her body and smiled at the way it almost completely covered her frame. She cuddled close in her own blanket and let her eyes shut, Rachel's warm hand comforting in her own.
With their feet sticking out in the aisle, they fell into a peaceful sleep, both of them failing to notice the absence of the banging against the door.