1000 Beautiful Things
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Chapter 4: Something so Right
A/N: I'm sorry it's taken me so long to update. I feel terrible. This semester has been hell for the theatre majors, but we just closed our last show, so I should have plenty of time to update more regularly from now on. Just wanted to let you guys know that I haven't given up on it yet. Thanks for sticking with me.
When the sun began to shine through the window, Rachel stirred. She was aware that she was in an unfamiliar room, in an unfamiliar bed, and that there was someone spooning her and snoring softly into her ear. She yawned and rolled over, coming face to face with Brittany. The other girl was beautiful while she was asleep. Her corn silk hair spread out on the pillow they were sharing, mouth slightly open, the early morning sun lighting her face so that Rachel could count her every freckle. There was not a trace of makeup on the other girl's face. Rachel thought she liked her best this way.
Watching the blonde sleep reminded her of the assignment she was given the previous day in English, though it felt like several weeks had passed since then. 100 things she liked about someone. She decided that number one on the list was Brittany's kissing skills. Number two was Brittany's hugs. Number three went to waking up in Brittany's arms and now four was watching her while she slept. She made a mental note to grab some paper to write these down on, though she doubted that the assignment was even on her English teacher's mind at this point, if Mrs. Simmons still had a mind, Rachel silently corrected herself.
A quiet groan ripped her from her reverie as the girl that had been occupying her thoughts as of late stirred and blinked her eyes open.
"Good morning." Rachel reached out and pushed a strand of blonde hair behind Brittany's ear. The other girl's voice was deeper than normal and scratchy when she spoke.
"Morning. Did you sleep okay?" Rachel nodded. They lay in silence for a few moments, just holding one another, but she knew that they couldn't stay there all day.
"I'm afraid to get up. It will mean everything that happened yesterday was real." Seeing the slightly wounded expression cross the blonde's face, she quickly expanded on her previous statement. "Not the kiss. That was… absolutely incredible. You're incredible. I just wish that I could get up and not have to deal with the virus or whatever it is that is turning everyone in this god forsaken town into rabid killing machines."
Brittany smiled, pecked Rachel on the lips and sat up, stretching. A siren was heard in the distance and the grin disappeared, a stoic expression taking its place.
"I care about you, Rachel, a lot, and I am going to do everything in my power to make sure we get through this. Together."
Rachel sat up and took Brittany's face in between her palms and kissed her deeply, moaning when the blonde opened her mouth into the kiss. She was in the middle of laying the taller girl back on the mattress when the door burst open, the intruder giving a small squeak of surprise at the sight that greeted her. The two girls on the pull out sprang apart to face Quinn. Her eyebrows were almost in her hairline and she cleared her throat a couple of times before she spoke.
"I don't mean to be a cockblock or anything, but everyone is downstairs and we thought we would talk about how we're going to handle our current situation. Do you think you could maybe join us and then you could get back to… doing whatever it is that you were about to do."
Rachel knew her face was probably verging on purple but Brittany didn't even bat an eyelash, just whispered in her ear that she was going to go to the bathroom and that she'd be back. The pregnant girl in the doorway moved into the room to let Brittany by and as soon as the other blonde's footsteps faded down the hall, she moved to sit on the edge of the mattress.
"So, Brittany, huh?" Rachel blushed and shrugged.
"I didn't exactly expect it, but yeah."
"Look, manhands, I still don't trust you and I still think you're after Finn. I don't even want to know what you're trying to do here. I have no idea what Brittany sees in you, but if you hurt her, I swear to God that will sic Santana on you."
Rachel just stared wide-eyed at the pregnant girl who was threatening her. She wasn't even sure what was going on with herself and the cheerleader. She just knew that the peppy blonde made her stomach flutter like Finn never did, especially now that his reputation was marred by the baby drama. She also knew that she would feel terrible if she ever hurt the girl who had been nothing but sweet to her when everyone else persisted to mock her. The sound of her phone ringing saved her from having to respond to the other girl in the room. She retrieved her phone from the desk next to the pull out and, seeing that it was one of her fathers, flipped it open.
"Honey? Are you okay? Are you safe? I've been trying to get through all night. Cell service is getting really spotty." Her dad's voice was rough and tired sounding as he frantically questioned his daughter.
"I'm fine, dad. I'm still at Brittany's. We barricaded all the doors and boarded up all the windows on the first floor like the news said to do. And she has a small arsenal here and we have plenty of food and water for now. I mean, how long is it going to be like this?"
"Thank God. We were so worried about you. They closed down the hospital early this morning. There was no way to deal with everyone who has been bitten. There's nothing we could do for them anyway, except watch while they slowly go crazy."
"You and daddy are okay, right? Neither of you has been bitten?"
"No. Got close, but we're fine."
"Where are you now?"
"We made it to a gas station with some of our coworkers." Rachel became aware of the background noises on her father's side of the line. Inconsistent pounding and shouting. And moaning.
"Dad, what's going on over there?" Her dad was silent. All she could hear was his shaky breathing. "Dad!"
"There're all around us. The barricades aren't going to hold up much longer. We're getting ready to make a break for it. I didn't want you to worry about it."
"Dad, no. That's suicide! You know the chances of you all getting through the crowd without one of you getting bitten are next to none. You don't even know how many there are out there!"
"Maybe, but we're not going to wait for them to get in. We'd really have no chance against them then. Look, we found a way to get on the roof. We're going to make a stand from there. We've got a friend with a van coming to get us."
"Are you sure he's coming? What if I-"
"No! Don't you dare! You are going to stay in that house until we come to get you."
"But dad, you're all the way on the other side of town. Just get somewhere safe. I'll be okay here. Promise me you won't worry about me." She fought back a sob. She felt a hand on her other wrist rubbing comforting circles and met Quinn's eyes that were filled with something akin to empathy, or at least friendly concern, something that she had never seen before. She went back to her conversation with her dad. "Just promise me that I'll see you again."
"Sweetheart, you know I can't make any promises." She heard her dad swallow hard over the line. "I want you to know that your daddy and I are so proud of you and that we love you more than you could ever fathom." Rachel's tears were flowing freely.
"Dad, don't say that," she managed to choke out.
"Honey, promise me you'll stay there. That you won't come looking for us. I could never forgive myself if you did and something happened-" he stifled what sounded like a sob.
"I-I promise. I love you dad." She could hear her other father telling everyone that everything was ready to go. Her father's voice was choked with emotion when he responded.
"We love you too, sweetheart."
She managed to close her phone before she broke down. Quinn's comforting touches moved to her back as she bent over, her face almost in her own lap, sobbing uncontrollably. She was suddenly aware that she was being bodily lifted until her weight was resting on someone else's thighs. She was about to berate Quinn for trying to pick her up while she was pregnant when the sugary sweet, candy like smell of Brittany's shampoo drifted into her nose. She opened her eyes to take in flaxen locks and concerned blue eyes looking down and promptly buried her face in the chest of the other girl and squeezed her tightly.
It took another five minutes for Rachel to gain control over her emotions and tears. She took a couple of deep breaths before disentangling herself from the blonde. She noticed that Quinn had left, probably when she was blubbering into her maybe girlfriend's cleavage. Brittany peppered her face with kisses and used her thumbs to wipe away the trails the tears had left down her cheeks.
Rachel leaned forward and pressed a delicate kiss on the blonde's upper lip.
When she had changed and finally made it down to the den where all the other club members were, she saw faces that matched her own; hopeless. She knew she couldn't have been the only one concerned about her family's whereabouts. Most had lost contact at some point in the night. The only ones who were sure of their loved ones' safeties were Kurt, whose dad was securely locked in his garage, and Brittany, whose parents were in Holland at the moment. They were aware that cell service had become anything but reliable, but it didn't keep them from thinking, and imagining, the worst.
They all looked at Brittany to start the meeting. Her blue eyes went wide and she searched her friends' faces for an answer for all the attention directed at her.
"Well, this is you house." Tina cleared her throat at Mercedes and gave her a pointed look. "And you obviously know the most about how to survive this, since we wouldn't even believe you. We're really sorry about that."
Rachel took Brittany's hand in hers in the space between them on the couch and squeezed in a silent apology. She was rewarded by a shy grin and twinkling blue eyes. She then turned her smile on the rest of the room.
"It's okay. I know I must have sounded kinda crazy to you guys."
"B-b-but you were r-right and we were horrible t-to you."
"Just tell us what you know," Mike prompted sending the blonde a smile that had Rachel sending him a protective glare that resulted in a very confused looking Mike Chang.
"Well, we're safest here. We have enough water and food for the time being and since the electricity is still on, that makes it even better. I guess the first thing we need to do is gather anything we could use as weapons and plan out what we will do if the zombies get in here."
"But that would never happen, right?" The grave faces starring back at Mercedes was answer enough.
Quinn looked warily at the crowbar that had been shoved into her hands.
"We won't get close enough to them for me to actually have to use this, will we? I mean, shouldn't the pregnant chick get a gun?"
"Quinn, you know shooting a gun wouldn't be good for the baby," Rachel chastised gently.
"Yeah, and they'll have to get through me first," Finn said while taking a practice swing with the Louisville Slugger he was wielding, nearly taking off Kurt's head in the process.
"Wow, I feel so reassured. I just don't get why Treasure Trail over there," Brittany sent her a scathing look, she sighed. "Sorry, I don't get why Rachel gets a gun and I don't."
"Quinn if I may," she ignored the pregnant girl huffing and rolling her eyes, "I think Brittany chose me to have a firearm because since you are pregnant, you have extra hormones running through your system, which can hinder you ability to make rational decisions in times of stress. My lifelong training for stardom has provided me with nerves of steel, which allows me to function almost normally in moments of great peril."
"Thanks for that Berry. I'm glad you think I'm a hormonal teenager who makes bad decisions." She squinted, thinking about what she had just said. "Wait- please don't respond to that."
The teens spent the remainder of the morning reinforcing their surroundings and taking turns listening to the radio set up in the living room, hoping for more positive news. They had started boiling the water they were using for drinking and food preparation because Brittany insisted that contamination was possible. No one argued with her logic.
By mid day, reaching anyone via cell phones became next to impossible. Rachel hadn't been able to reach her parents since the emotional phone conversation of that morning. She tried her best to block out the throbbing in her chest, but every time she looked into the face of a fellow glee club member and saw the baggy eye lids and worried frowns that she was sure mirrored her own, her body betrayed her and she had to stare at her feet, blinking back tears.
Although Rachel was a firm believer that distractions were created by Satan to prevent the lazy and weak from contributing to society, she knew that they all needed a distraction in the worst way. Thankfully, that distraction came in the early evening.
Around five o' clock, Rachel was in the kitchen attempting to prepare a meal high in nutrients that would also keep them full for a fair amount of time since they hadn't begun to ration their food sources. Suddenly a loud banging was heard on the front door, much like the previous night. Brittany, who had been on radio duty at the bar, grabbed her shotgun, cocked it and walked towards the stairs with her jaw set. Rachel found her maybe girlfriend's badassedness incredibly sexy and followed closely to see how everything would play out. The gleeks that had heard the commotion also followed her to the office.
The blonde threw open the window and leaned out, gun raised.
"For the love of God and all things holy, don't shoot us!"
"No, it's Gandhi. Now let us in!"
"All the downstairs entrances are barricaded." Santana shot Brittany a panicked look.
"Why the fuck would you do that!?" Puck's mother shot her a disapproving look as she covered her daughter's ears. "What? You expect me to grow a fucking conscience when we're trapped outside in a fucking town full of fucking maniacs and we just watched your neighbors get their fucking brains eaten out by fucking zombies? Fuck!"
Puck looked up at the window, winked at Quinn, who shot him a disgusted glare and moved out of his line of sight. "So, are you people going to let us in or what?"
Rachel surveyed the situation. They could unbarricade one of the windows or doors, but that would take time and possibly compromise the structure. There was the possibility of climbing up to the window, but that would be dangerous, especially for Puck's mother and little sister. She heard a sound and looked up the drive way. Zombies. Four of them. Fuck dangerous, they were going to climb.
"You're going to have to climb, Noah! Climb up the terrace to the window! We'll pull you in!"
"Are you out of your fucking mind, Berry?! There is no way I'm climbing that thing!" Santana crossed her arms and stared up at the open window defiantly.
Rachel arched an eyebrow at the angry Latina.
"Well, I guess you're okay with becoming dinner then." The brunette shrugged from the window. The foursome standing in the front yard slowly turned to see the horde of zombies quickly approaching.
"Holy shit!!!" Puck immediately shoved his mother and little sister towards the terrace before hoisting Santana over his shoulder and following closely. The dark haired cheerleader flailed her legs and arms and shrieked unattractively.
"Puck, put me down! I have legs. Oh my god! They're getting closer! Run faster, run faster!!!"
It would have been comical had it not been a matter of life or death. Still, Rachel had to resist the urge to smirk at the fact that one of her constant tormentors was currently scared shitless and she was perfectly safe. She sighed despite herself and touched Brittany's arm, knowing that the terrified girl was her best friend.
"Maybe you should give them a little help."
"I think you're right," the blonde nodded.
She aimed the shot gun out the window and blew off the closest zombie's head. The gagging sounds Santana made led her to believe that the Latina had been splattered with diseased brain matter. She took out one that reminded her a bit of a crazed lumberjack when it got too close to the house. The last three were easy shots. Moments later, a small face appeared at the open window and the group helped hoist Puck's sister and his mother into the small room. That was followed by Puck himself dragging a carnage covered and cursing Santana behind him.
As soon as he released her, she slapped him hard on the face, punched him in the chest three times and cussed him out in Spanish before storming out of the room, everyone providing her with a wide berth. Puck just held his face and chest, looking as if her was trying not to cry. As soon as the Latina was down the hall and out of earshot, Rachel reached for the bottle of air freshener on the desk and sprayed copious amounts throughout the room causing the other occupants of the room to cough. She was not going to sleep in a room that smelled like zombie.
Brittany made her way from the window over to the brunette, wrenching the can from her death grip and putting it back in its place. "I think I understand what you meant now about me protecting my friends by shooting the zombies. I didn't even think about it this time. I don't even feel bad about it, really. They were going to eat S and Puck and his mom and his cute little sister. Does that make me an awful person?" She met the other girl's gaze with wide blue eyes and a protruding bottom lip.
The other occupants of the room deserted, feeling an emotion riddled make out session coming. The girls thought they were being sneaky, but the unresolved sexual tension that surrounded them whenever they were together was undeniable. Mercedes muttered a, "horndogs" under her breath as she left. Quinn sent her friend and the girl she hadn't given enough credit to in the past an unreadable smile before closing the door behind her.
"Hi," Brittany grinned at the singer shyly after bidding her friends goodbye.
"You're not an awful person." Rachel tucked a blonde strand of hair behind the cheerleader's ear. "You're the most beautiful person I know, inside and out."
Brittany smiled. "You're pretty all over too."
The two teens stared at one another before Rachel lunged and tackled the other girl to the couch and connected their lips. The next five minutes were filled with teeth, tongues, hands roaming over clothes, and small moans and whimpers. The two were so lost in one another that they didn't even notice the door opening.
"Jesus H. Christ!"
So I have been working on an AU Quinn/Rachel story involving storm chasing Quinn and Broadway star Rachel. I've still got a ton of work to do on that one and I want to get a bit more into this one before I post anything else, but please tell me what you think. I am pretty stoked about it. I am going to start working on another chapter for this one as soon as possible. Please review!