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Author's Note: Okay in all honesty I've written out SOOO many endings for this, but I believe this one right here would be the best...it'd be happy and well hopefully end it on a better note. If your interested in the non-happy version please let me know and I'll try to get it fixed up so it's ready to post. I'm actually going to do a POV in this too. I'll make sure to note it..that way this actually makes sense. Thank you all for your lovely reviews.
Dusk Til Dawn Final Chapter
"What time is it?" Quinn called to no one in particular as she paces the small hallway, her teeth biting down on the corner of her thumb.
"It's been five minutes since you last ask Tubbers. Chill okay? Berry's got this shit on lock." Santana snapped back even though she too was starting to worry. I has been forty five minutes since the trio left.
"Don't call me that!" Quinn growled out, her hazel eyes flashing dangerously.
"What are you gonna do about it, Preggers?" A finely drawn eyebrow raises as the Latina takes a step forward.
"Don't push me, S, I will kick your ass." The pink haired girl takes a matching step.
"Maybe someone needs to whoop your ass back to the blond side. I'm from Lima Heights." Brown eyes narrow.
"Oh, yeah your from Lima Heights...Adjacent!" Quinn rolls her eyes. "You live across from me. Your parents are doctors!"
"Bitch, you don't knows me!" Santana screeches. Everyone in the room has been watching the argument like one would a tennis match.
"Umm...yeah, I do. We've been friends since kindergarten!" Quinn scoffs out.
"It's so on Tub-" Santana starts advancing, the same time the doors swing open.
A solemn looking Beiste leads the group, her blue eyes flicker across the room. She side steps to allow Sue to carry the now unconcious Rachel in to the room.
"Oh god...What happened?" Comes the soft spoken voice of Kurt.
Sue gently lowers the small girl to the ground, a look of dedication in her green eyes. Quinn lets out a choked sob, Santana stares wide-eyed at the petite diva.
"She saved me." Sue softly informs the others.
Brittany wraps her arms around Santana, tears streaming down her face. Everyone in the room was in varying degrees of shock or horror. Their leader was down, even the adults could feel the impending chaos from this small girls injuries. A groan pushes past full pink lips as the smaller girl's eyes move quickly behind her eyelids.
"Wait...She wasn't bit right?" Comes from Mercedes. The group, all but Santana, Brittany and Quinn, voice the same question.
"No she wasn't. I think she's waking up so keep it down." Coach Sylvester snaps.
Rachel's POV
A searing pain is all the I can feel on my right side, what happened I'm not particularly sure. Hushed voices feel my ears, their words are a jumbled mess. A hand brushes across my cheek and I try to move towards it, my body won't respond.
What is going on? Where am I?
The questions keep running through my mind, no answers following. My eyelids feel like they are held down with weights as I push to open them, a bright light and blurs of colors flash into my line of sight before I quickly close them. The voices around her seem to get louder, still making absolutely no sense.
Rachel lets out a low moan as a hand prods the fire that seems to be spreading over her injured half. It stops almost immediately at the sound, a soft hand makes its way on to her cheek and stays there. It seems familiar to her in a way, as if she knows who this is just by the hand alone.
She manages to blink her eyes open again slowly, a ring of gold surrounds a pale face above her. The hand strokes her cheek with a whisper of pressure. Red, white and black cover the person above her, who by now she is convinced is an angel, hazel eyes meet hers.
The angel is crying, why is she crying? She is to beautiful to ever feel pain.
Rachel's eyebrows furrow together, causing another sharp gasp of pain to leave her, a stinging sensation following the movement. The angel shakes her head, leaning down her rose petal lips brush against the diva's temple. A tear drops onto a tanned cheek. She is saying something but it doesn't make sense, the words are garbled in her ears.
Concentrating with everything left in her, she gets her left arm to move, she raises her hand to the cheek of the beauty above her. Her thumb brushes away the tears on alabaster skin as she gently cups the silken cheek. A pale hand almost immediately covers her own, a warmth spreads through her body as a shaky smile is flashed down to her.
"A...A-ngel..." She whispers out, her voices echos loudly in her head. This causes the girl above her to heave with another sob. "Do...Don't ...c-ry." She pushes out again, her throat burns with the effort.
"Rachel..." The heavenly voice finally makes it to her ears, it sounds husky to her, but it makes her heart beat a little faster.
"Wh...why are you cr-crying." She pushes out again, taking in a breath and wincing as a searing pain in her side hits her again.
"Baby..." The girls sobs again, turning her head to place gentle kisses in to Rachel's palm. "You got tackled by two of the guys from the opposing team. I told you that being on the football team was a stupid idea. You just wouldn't listen." She sobs out. "The paramedics are on their way, the school nurse said that it looks like you have a few broken ribs, your shoulder is dislocated and you may have a severe concussion. You just wouldn't wake up."
Rachel takes this chance to move her eyes over the rest of the group. The tall cheer leading coach stood off to the side behind, Quinn Fabray was her head cheerleader after all. Santana Lopez stood slightly to the right of her, tanned arms wrapped around a teary eyed Brittany. Huddled in a small group by her feet were Mercedes, Kurt, Tina and Mike. The huddled football players consisting of Puck, Artie and Finn stood by her feet looking at her with concern. Beiste was kneeling on her right side with a worried looking Emma and Will. The large frame of Lauren could be seen heading over to Puck, her hands wrapped around a cadbury egg as her eyes looks over the small football player.
"But...what..?" Rachel's voice was clearer now, but it had a thick air of confusion in it. "There were...zombies and.." Her eyes dart back to the blond. "You had short pink hair...and a nose ring." Everyone stared at her, Sue Sylvester had both of her eyebrows in her hairline.
"I think your midget is broken Q." Sue calls out harshly.
"Baby..there is no zombies. We were going to do a zombie half time thing remember?" Quinn eyes narrow slightly as if willing the small girl to know this.
"No." She whispers out. "I don't remember...I don't even know how I got here."
This causes the group to look worriedly at Coach Beiste, the teachers blue eyes were trained intently on the small singer. Her gaze snaps to Will before she gives him a quick shake of her head, this causes the Spanish teacher to clench his eyes shut and lower his head slightly. He inhales a deep breath, seeming to be trying to calm himself, before looking up at the group.
"It looks like Rachel has a severe concussion guys, this means she may also have some sort of amnesia...possible brain damage. So she may not remember a lot of things, don't try to push her okay?" His voice seemed strained, the sounds of sirens in the distance are getting louder.
"Oh Rach," Quinn lets out another small sob, dropping her head to gently rest on the diva's neck. Her tears dropping on the skin there. "I love you." She whispers.
"I love you too Quinn." Rachel whispers back, her eyes fluttering shut and her left hand raises to rest against the soft neck of the cheerleader.
Okay. Here is my end. Trust me this is the happy ending. They aren't getting mauled by zombies, no one dies and hey they are totally together. So woot.. um I know you all probably hate me. But, this is how it is gonna be. I'll post the bad ending if you all want it. Just let me know. It has been fun riding this all out with you. I hope this ending pleases you all. Till next time Faberry readers. =) Love it? Hate it? Let me know.