Part XI
In the end they left soon after that, all of them, as Kurt managed to jumpstart a car that had been abandoned in the streets and Rachel insisted that they were going to try and find some of their friends too.
They decided to let Finn and Rachel in charge of Tina, Mike, Santana and Artie, who were the ones that lived closer to her house and, really, the only ones she knew where they lived. Kurt was driving to Quinn and Britt's houses and Sam's motel. If they managed to find him they'll convince him to go with them, with or without his siblings. Heck, Kurt could even drive around town looking for them if he wanted, but he didn't stand the thought that there was someone who they knew was alive but was wandering around defenseless.
They went to Quinn's house first, mostly because it was the first on the way, but really, they were all pretty far from each other or as far as you can get in city like Lima.
The house was small, as it was only Quinn and her mom who lived there, so they only needed a few minutes to realize it was empty. There was a lot of blood in the backyard, but no sign of a struggle or fight. Just… blood.
Out of instinct Puck searched inside the kitchen, looking around cabinets and the fridge.
"Kurt, take a look at this" he said, opening the door.
The inside was empty, there were a couple of bottles and empty Tupperware containers, but all the food was gone.
"You think they got the munchies too?" Puck asked, looking at a ball of waxed paper that once had butter.
"I really hope not, but she is obviously not here. Let's go look for Britt" Kurt said, closing the door and wanting to get out of there as soon as possible. The blood on the kitchen floor made him nauseous.
They got inside the car in silence and drove in silence. They looked at the streets, the trees, the snow, the blood; there were some fires in this neighborhood too, but neither felt like going to check on those. It took about 6 minutes to get there and neither of them spoke, as if they were somehow making a minute of silence for Quinn.
It felt like it; like they had lost hope as soon as they took a look on the fridge to find it empty.
Britt's house was… not exactly lively but obviously not uninhabited. Someone was sitting on the floor in the front door, a blond girl.
"It's Britt!" he exclaimed, parking and getting out of the car without thinking. Puck was after him, a bit slower and always carrying his gun, but obviously happy.
"Hey, Kurt, you are here too!" she said, looking happy to see them.
"Are you ok?" Kurt asked, coming to the girl and hugging her tight.
"I'm ok. Just… my family said they were going to get more food but they haven't come back yet and I'm hungry" she said, shrugging.
"When was that, Britt?" Kurt said, tensing in her arms and stepping back a little.
"Yesterday" she answered, going inside the house. It looked fine, a bit messy, but without blood at least. "I tried to cook something, but there was nothing to cook with, so Lord Tubbington went to find my mom, but he never came back. Charity went to look for him, and didn't came back either"
"So you've stayed all alone here all weekend?" Kurt asked, noticing that the kitchen looked empty of food.
"No. Just yesterday, you two are here today" she said with a smile.
"Britt, have you seen anyone else?" Puck asked, looking around and pocketing the gun he had picked up when he got out of the car.
"I saw Sam going back to his motel with Stacy and Stevie this morning" she said while going to her room and getting a bag that was obviously previously prepared. "I was trying to break into Sportscasters to steal their cocktail olives and he said that we were going to meet at your house"
"And you were prepared for us to come?" Puck said with an odd smile.
"I don't know how to get to your house, but I figured that if we were going to meet there at some point you'd come to get me" she said, shrugging.
"Yeah, we are going to go see if Sam is at the motel too now, so hop in to the car" Kurt said, smiling at the girl. He was used to her weird antics and half the time he found them tiring and the other half he found them endearing, right now he was so happy she was alive that it was one of the last ones.