They'd driven out of Amarillo and found a nice field. The grass in it was green, and not a single lace of blood was found upon it, as far as the Anderson brothers could see. They had spent most of the rest of day digging a hole in the ground with a shovel they'd stolen from a gardening shop.

Well, Blaine had. Cooper had spent the time making a makeshift gravestone out of wood.

Three hours before sunset was due, it was ready. They slowly lowered her body into the grave, Blaine trying his hardest to keep on his brave face; trying not cry.

They filled it in silently and neatly, and when Cooper stuck the gravestone/wood into the ground, Blaine noticed he'd painted on 'Here Lies Lucy Quinn Fabray. Daughter, Friend, Mother. 1994 – 2012.'. Blaine had seen him take some waterproof paint from a store, but hadn't questioned him on it. Now when he saw this he understood.

And this was when he broke down and cried, tears falling from his eyes hurriedly,

Cooper hugged him tightly after placing the bouquet of Marigolds they'd found in a flower shop. They'd been the only set that hadn't wilted from neglect.

He couldn't say anything. He couldn't think of anything to say. And it hurt that Quinn couldn't have a proper burial. A proper funeral. One that showed how amazing she was. One that someone who wasn't Blaine could've done for her.

They'd slept in the truck beside the grave that night, knowing the place was safe and deserted.

They'd started driving again the next morning after a quick glance at the grave again. One day behind schedule. But not that either of them cared at this point.

They drove in silence until Cooper put the Ed Sheeran CD in. Blaine actually listened and realized he liked a lot of the guy's music.

They made it to Tulsa without any more unnecessary stops, and slept on the outskirts again. The next day they headed to Lima as their final stop. Blaine's mind was suddenly wiped of Quinn's death, even if he still felt sad about it. But he was filled a sudden anticipation and maybe a little dread.

He was afraid.

He'd convinced Cooper to stay just outside of Lima for the night, even though it pained him to do so. But it was nearing dark and he didn't want to risk anything. Not his life, or Coopers, or anyone else that might be in Lima. He wasn't risking anything.

He wasn't risking the possibility that Kurt might be there.

When he woke up, Blaine was literally shaking with anticipation, which was now clouding out the fear and dread from his mind.

He forced Cooper awake and practically shoved an orange down his throat before they finally drove into Lima.

They had their windows rolled down and their music off. Their eyes scanned everywhere, not missing even a tiny speck of dust, driving incredibly slowly. Blaine noticed they were still quite a few miles from Kurt's house. The place they were headed first. Because it was just the logical thing to do.

Blaine grimaced as they drove passed Scandals.

And then floods of questions he'd never dreamed of thinking about before suddenly entered his mind. Finally thinking about people who weren't Kurt.

Was Sebastian alive? Nick? Jeff? Wes? David? Thad? Burt? Carole? Finn? Rachel? Tina? Mike? Mercedes? Puck? Sam? Santana? Brittany? Artie? Rory? Sugar? Mr Schuester? Miss Pillsbury? Coach Sylvester? The creepy swimming coach?

His thoughts were interrupted by a gunshot, and then a yell. The voice was very distinguished, coming from the closest building.

Blaine and Cooper shared a look before jumping before jumping out of the truck, the guns loaded and aimed.

In the back of his mind, Blaine was annoyed that it had to be outside of Scandals.

They walked closer to the club, until they were directly in front of the door. They wouldn't usually risk going into buildings during the day unless it was important, due to the zombies hiding in them. Blaine guessed it was important once Cooper kicked the door open.

As they walked in, they saw dead zombies, rotting flesh and reeking of death, scattered everywhere. There wasn't a live one in sight. Someone was behind the bar, his back to them. He had some sort of sniper gun on his back, and two SKORPION hand guns lay forgotten on the bar.

The guy was mumbling to himself as he fumbled with bottles of alcohol. Blaine stepped closer quietly, listening.

"-try to steal the alcohol now mother fuckers! I swear you damn gay zombies are worse than the straight ones-"

Blaine groaned, making his presence known, and dropped his aim as the teenager whipped around in shock.

"Out of all the people in Lima, we had to find you?"

The teen was shocked at first, but then he raised an eyebrow at Blaine's comment and his expression morphed into a familiar sneer.

"It's a pleasure to see you again, too, Anderson."

Blaine rolled his eyes and folded his arms.

"Do you know every living person we find, Blaine?" Cooper asked, his own aim dropping as he stepped over a body, looking confused.

"Apparently so."

"You met someone alive!? Who?!" Sebastian said, his eyes widening, in what Blaine thought might be hope.

"None of your business, Sebastian. And why are you getting alcohol? What's the point?"

"What else is there to do during a zombie apocalypse?" Blaine scowled, but said nothing, even when Cooper went over to the bar, further down from Sebastian, to find some alcohol himself.

"What're you doing in Lima, Blaine? I heard you were in California. What happened? You miss me?"

"I happen to be holding a loaded gun, Sebastian. Don't push your luck."

Sebastian shrugged, not bothered, and waiting for an answer.

"I'm not sure how you found out I was in Cali, but I don't care. And isn't it obvious why I came back?"

"Are you still holding out for lady face?"

"Again, don't push your luck."

Sebastian shrugged again, getting some bottles of alcohol and putting his SKORPIONS back in their holders before vaulting over the bar and stepping towards Blaine.

"Here's how it's going to go down, my adorable piece of walking sex." Blaine scowled at the name. "We're going to get in whatever vehicle you came here in. And I'm going to drive me, you and McHollywood to a safe place. The place I've been staying at for the last half of a month."

"How can I trust you?"

"I survived in this shit hole, haven't I?"

Blaine narrows his eyes but sighs.

"Now come on, Stud. Let's go get wasted."

Sebastian walked passed Blaine calmly. Blaine sighed, having no interest in getting drunk at all, let alone with Sebastian. But he was the only lead they had to Kurt right now. Blaine frowned and turned to follow him, mumbling about how much of an asshole he was, as Cooper followed, some bottles of his own in his hands.