my laptop is messed up, and the spacing has gone cray-cray, and I can't be arsed fixing, although it looks like its easier to read.
Here you go :-)

We stay like that, wrapped in each-other's arms, not caring what the world thinks, until the ship starts to shudder. Brittany looks up and her eyes widen, and she yanks on my arm, pulling me away from where we stood. I open my mouth to ask her what she's doing, but a giant chunk of ice falls where we just stood. The falling ice knocks over two men standing in front of us.

Britt runs to the edge of the boat, looking over as the iceberg that we've hit passes. It's huge, and part of me doesn't understand how they didn't see it in time to turn.

We're walking back up the stairs when some crew, and Mr Schuester walk past us, talking about the state the ship is in, when we realise the gravity of the situation.

"This is bad." Brittany looks after the group, face stony.

"We should tell Mother and Finn."

When we approach the room, Figgins is standing the corridor. "We've been looking for you, miss." He walks unusually close behind us, but then again, he's always been a creepy man.

I sigh. "Here we go."

I grip Britt's hand tighter when we're standing in the room, the look on my mother's face enough to make me want to run away. "Something serious has happened."

"Yes it has." Finn says, looking towards Figgins. "Indeed."

"Two things close to me have disappeared this evening, and now that one is returned, I think I know where to find the other." He turns his head to the master-at-arms. "Search her." He nods in Britt's direction, and she looks lost.

"Take your coat off son." I'm confused as to why they've called her son, but her hair is short enough to look male, and with the clothing she's wearing, it'd be easy to be confused.

"Finn, what are you doing?" My confusion grows. "We're in the middle of an emergency, what's going on."

One of the men searching Britt pulls something out of her pocket and holds it up. "Is this it?" Finn nods, and Brittany's eyes widen more. They've pulled the necklace Finn bought me from her pocket.

"This is bullshit! Don't believe them, Quinn. You know me." Her eyes are pleading, and I'm sure I remember her putting the necklace in the safe, but how is it in her pocket? "They put it in my pocket!"

"It's not even your pocket, is it?" Figgins holds up the coat. "Property of S. Ryerson."

The master-at-arms takes the coat. "That was reported stolen today."

I look at her, searching for an answer. "I borrowed it, I was going to take it back!"

"An honest thief!" Finn has a habit of making situations 10 times worse when he opens his mouth.

Britt leans close to me. "You know I didn't do it." Her voice is small, and she looks so confused. She probably doesn't even understand what's happening.

They pull her from the room, but she strains away from them, looking at me. "You know I didn't do it!"

I'm standing in my room with Finn, while he looks at me with an unreadable expression. He walks towards me and looks like he's going to say something, but his hand shoots out faster than I thought possible and he slaps me across the face.

"Oh, you are the little slut, aren't you?" He grabs me, "Look at me when I talk to you!"

A man knocks on the door, then enters. "Mr Hudson?"

"Not now, we're busy."

"Sir, I've been asked to tell you to put on your lifebelts and come up to the boat deck."

Finn is losing his temper again. "I said, not now!"

"I'm sorry to inconvenience you, but it's the captains orders, sir." The man walks through to our room, pulling the life jackets from the top of the wardrobe. "Dress warmly, it's quite cold out."

I put my hand to my cheek, feeling the sting from where he slapped me. The attendant is blabbering, and Finn huffs. "This is ridiculous."

The attendant approaches me, mistaking the pain in my eyes for worry. "Not to worry miss, I'm sure it's just a precaution."

We're walking through the boat, Finn fuming about being interrupted and my mother more concerned about our room being cold. I don't think she understands we're going to sink. She turns to Rachel. "Go back to our room and turn the heaters on."

If I'd known that was going to be the last time I saw Rachel, I would've stopped her from going. I would've thanked her for being my only friend the past year. Just for being Rachel.

I see Mr Schuester walk past and quickly approach him.

"Mr Schuester?" I grab him, and he turns. "I saw the iceberg. And I see it in your eyes. Please tell me the truth."

He looks in pain as his answers. "The ship will sink."

"You're certain?"

"Yes. In an hour or so, all this will be at the bottom of the Atlantic."

Finn pipes up over my shoulder. "What?"

"Please, tell only who you must. I don't want to be responsible for a panic. And get to a boat, quickly. Don't wait." I can see the tears in his eyes. "You remember what I told you about the boats?"

The realisation hits me like a tonne of bricks. "Yes… I understand." He nods at me before turning and walking away.