I couldn't kill of Santana, so she's in boat. :') This website has been driving me insane tonight! Eating my chapters like they're oreos. Anywhoooo, I'm almost done, yay for me! I hope you're all liking this, because I have to watch titanic to write it and it makes me cry little bitch baby tears for almost the entire last hour.
I take off running through the ship, trying to get back to her, bumping into people and stumbling a few times. I reach her just in front of the staircase she met me on when she took me to the party. She throws her arms around me, not trying to stop the tears falling from her eyes.
"You're so stupid." She kisses me. "Why'd you do that Quinn?" She kisses me again. "You're so stupid. Why did you do that, why?"
I run my hand along her face, not caring who's looking. "You jump, I jump, right?"
She smiles at me a little. "Right." I kiss her again, pulling her close to me.
"I couldn't do it. I couldn't go, Britt."
"It's alright, we'll think of something."
I don't think that Britt had realised that Finn had followed us until she pulled me out of the way.
"Come on, move!" She yelled, just as a piece of wooden décor behind us exploded. We keep running, her pulling at my hand relentlessly as Finn fires at us, using what I assume was the pistol Figgins kept on him. We descend the spiral staircase as he fires again, missing and hitting the water. I scream a little.
We take off through the flooded dining room, hoping that he still isn't following us. A few more shots are fired after us, but they stop as we continue to move.
We come out of the other end of the dining room, stopping in the kitchen, on a set of stairs and listening to see if he's following. While we listen, we hear something. At first I can't tell what it is, but I quickly realise it's the sound of a child screaming. Britt turns and looks down the corridor, searching for the source of the sound.
We descend the stairs and see a little boy standing in front of a door about to burst, screaming for his father. Without thinking, Brittany rushes forward, scooping up the boy and moving him away from the doors.
His father comes out of a corridor while we're looking for a way to escape, grabbing the boy from Brittany and pushing her away. He rushes away in the direction of the straining door.
"That's the wrong way, come back!" I yell at him, but he ignores me, and it's too late. The doors burst open, and the water swallows them.
Everything feels like it's running in slow motion, Britt pushes me down a corridor, screaming at me to run, and I move as fast as I can, my feet feeling sluggish in the water.
We aren't fast enough though, and the water soon catches up to us, sweeping us off our feet and down the length of the corridor, until we hit a gate, pinning us.
Britt looks around and spots a stairwell, grabbing me and pulling me up to it. She pushes me up the stairs, staying close behind.
There's another gate at the top of the stairs, this one locked. "Oh god." I mumble to myself, shaking at the gate.
"Help" Britt starts yelling, throwing herself at the gate, trying to get it to open.
A man runs along the corridor and up the stairs in front of us, not seeming to notice us.
"Wait, sir! Help, please."
He's looks as though he's considering it for a second before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a set of keys. He fumbles with them, trying to find the right one to fit into the lock.
The water's rising quicker and quicker. "Come on!" Britt tells him, and I echo her.
He fumbles again, this time dropping the keys to the ground.
"I'm sorry, I dropped the keys." He tells us, before turning up the stairs.
"Don't leave, please! Send for help!" I cry, but it's ignored and his disappears.
I hear Britt take in a large gulp of air before she disappears under the water. She pops back up about 30 seconds later, holding the keys the steward had dropped.
"I got them! Which one is it?" She hold them up for me to look at.
"The short one, try the short one!" I tell her, and she reaches around, trying to get it into the lock.
"It's stuck!" She tells me, panicking now. The water is up to our chins, and if we don't get this gate open, we'll be dead in a few minutes.
"Hurry Britt" I yell, trying to keep my mouth above the water.
At the last second, the gate opens, and we're pushed through by the water pressure.
I turn around when I reach the second set of stairs.
"Britt?" I can't see her. "Britt?" I try again, more loudly, and this time her head breaks the surface of the water. I reach for her. "Come on!"
"Move" She tells me, pushing me up the stairs. We keep moving, further and further up the stairs. "Keep going Quinn." Britt tells me from behind me. I can hear gunfire above us. Has it really gotten that bad up there? That they'd resort to shooting themselves, and each-other? I can only wonder as we continue to climb.
We reach the lounge, and continue our climb. The ships now tilted at such an angle that every surface is a mountain. We have to hold on to things as we make our way through.
At the top of the room, eyeing the clock hung over the mantle, is Mr Schuester.
"Wait!" I tell Britt. "Mr Schuester."
He turns to look at me, his blank face immediately becoming pained. "Oh, Quinn."
I approach him. "Won't you even make a try for it?"
He swallows. "I'm sorry that I didn't build you a stronger ship, Quinn."
Britt comes up behind me and takes my hand. "We have to move Sweetie."
"Wait." Mr Schuester approaches me, and hands me a life jacket. "Good luck."
"And to you." I tell him, hugging him for a second, before we turn away and carry on through the ship.