We eventually come to a staircase with a door at the top. The door however, is locked, so Britt breaks it down surprisingly easily.
"What do you think you're doing!" A steward is behind us as we look for a way up the ship. "You'll have to pay for that, you know. That's White Star Line property."
We both turn around at the same time. "Shut up!" We shout in unison, continuing to move through the corridor.
We reach a gate up to the higher decks to find it filled with screaming people. They aren't letting anyone up.
I see a familiar face moving down the stairs.
"Britt!" The man yells, coming toward us.
"Rory!" She smiles a little. "Can we get out?"
"It's hopeless that way!" He tells us, looking a little deflated.
Britt looks at him, determined. "Whatever we've gotta do, we've gotta do it fast."
"Britt!" Britt turns and is blindsided by Santana, who pulls her into a fierce hug.
"Santana!" She's smiling even wider now.
"The boats are all gone!" She tells us, eyes wide.
"This whole place is flooding, we've got to get out!" Britt frowns.
"There's nothing this way." Santana tells us, lacking the usual spark in her voice. She sounds defeated.
"All right." She grabs Santana, then turns and grabs me. "Let's go this way, come on." We move along the corridor, away from the throngs of people, Rory and a few others following behind.
We run along, up E deck before Britt stops at a junction.
"Come on!" Rory yells from behind me, impatiently.
"No, let's go this way." She runs up the corridor, still holding my hand.
She finds another staircase, this one with less people. A man at the top is telling us to go back the way we came.
She pushes her way to the front of the people "Open the gate." Her voice is quite menacing.
"Go back down to the main stairwell." The steward tells us, his voice nasally.
She sticks her hand through the gate, pointing.
"Open the gate, right now!"
"Go back down to the main stairwell, like I told you." She backs off, looking a little exhausted before she turns, grabbing the gate and shaking it. "God damn it!"
She pushes back through the people, looking around before she spots a bench. She begins pulling at it. "Rory, Tana, give me a hand!"
"Move aside." I start telling people, pushing them away from the gate.
The man standing behind the gate is outraged. "Put that down!"
They've picked the bench up, aiming it at the gate. "One, Two" The steward is still protesting, but it falls on deaf ears. "Three!" They lunge forward, pummelling the gate with makeshift weapon. "Again!"
It falls open on the second hit, and they drop the bench as people start spilling out.
The steward begins protesting again, but is silenced by a swift punch from Rory.
When we reach the boat deck, it looks a lot emptier at the top side. "Come on Quinn." Britt pulls me through the door. We found a blanket two floors down, and I'm wrapped in that. I keep offering it to her, she's only wearing her usual shirt and pants, but she refuses.
"The boats are gone!" I yell, dismayed.
Britt runs and jumps up on the railings, looking down the boat.
I spot a familiar face. "Colonel, are there any boats that way!" I ask.
"No, miss, but there are a couple all the way forward." He looks at me, "This way, I'll lead you." But we don't wait, we run down the boat, Santana and Rory close behind.
We run past the dinner band, who are still playing. "Music to drown by, now I know I'm in first class." I hear Rory chuckle behind me.
We reach a lifeboat that hasn't launched already and stand in the throng of moving people. Britt turns and tells Rory to check the other side.
I watch them take a small girl away from her father, watch her cry for him.
"It's goodbye for a little while, but only for a little while. There'll be another boat for the daddies, this boat is for the mummies and the children." The girl is crying, clutching to her mother. "You hold mummy's hand and be a good little girl."
I turn to Britt. "I'm not going without you."
"No, you have to go Quinn. There isn't enough room for all of us." She turns and grabs Santana, pushing her towards the boat. Santana tries to protest but Britt just shakes her head. "Get in the boat, both of you." Santana does as she's told, sinking down into the seat.
"No, Britt."
"Yes, get on the boat!" She pushes me further towards it.
"Yes, Quinn, get in the boat." Finn is standing behind us, looking serious. I can't believe he hasn't already bought his way out of here. "My god, look at you, you look a fright!" He takes the blanket from round me, shoving it at Britt, then offers me his jacket. "Put this on, come on."
Britt puts her arm around me. "Go on, I'll get the next one. " I can see the officers are getting annoyed at waiting for me.
"No, not without you." I tell her, a little desperately.
"I'll be alright, listen. I'll be fine." She wraps a hand around the back of my head. "I'm a survivor, alright. Don't worry about me."
"I have an arrangement with an officer on the other side of the ship." Of course he does. "Britt and I can get off safely. Both of us." She looks like she doesn't believe him, and I'm pretty sure I don't, but she nods none the less.
"See, got my own boat to catch."
"Go on, they're full." Finn tells me, nudging me forward.
An officer grabs me, "Step aboard, miss." I step into the boat, wobbling slight, and grab Britts hand. She looks at me, and tears fill her eyes for a second, before she shakes them away. The officer to lifted me into the boat pushes her back.
"Lower away!"
They start to lower the boat down, and I keep my eyes locked with Britt. She exchanges a few words with Finn, still staring at me. I look to my left and notice that Santana has sunken in on herself, crying. I look up to see Britt and Finn still talking, but she looks even more defeated than before, watching me with watery eyes. She nods at me little, and I look around the boat. I take in the crying children, waving to their father, the broken look on Satana's face as she stares up at Brittany.
I turn to whisper to her. "Don't you dare get out of this boat, don't try and stop me either, you need to get out. At least one of us does. For her." She looks at me questioningly before I lift myself up and jump from the life boat, hitting the side of the ship and scrabbling to keep hold. I can hear Britt yelling at me as people pull me back into the titanic.