𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 | s. lopez + b. pierce

Thirteen

a/n - trigger warning, school shooting

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According to Brittany, it was the end of the world. A deadly asteroid/comet/meteor was on its way to earth to kill them all.

"I'm really surprised that Jesus Christ Superstar has chosen to end the world this way instead of the way he killed off the dinosaurs, which was a global yeast infection," Brittany said as she stood around the piano with Jayden, Iris, and Ryder. Oliver sat on top of the piano with a container of cheerios, and he tilted his head curiously to the side as he listened to the conversation happening around him.

Not that he understood a word of it, of course.

"I thought the dinosaurs died from a 6 mile wide asteroid?" Iris frowned. "Like how the Titanic sank from that iceberg?"

"What does the Titanic have to do with anything?" Ryder asked, his brows furrowing in confusion.

"Do you think God will let me be a girl angel in heaven?" Unique asked as she walked into the choir room.

"Wait, there are girl and boy angels?" Sam asked, a small smirk spreading across his froggy lips. "Does that mean you can have angel se–"

"Don't finish that sentence with your son in the room," Leilani interrupted, scoffing with a shake of her head as she sat down next to August.

"Seriously, at least pretend to set an example," Iris grumbled. She took a cheerio out of the small container in Oliver's lap and threw it across the room, laughing quietly when it hit Sam in the back of his head.

The blonde boy turned around, his brows pulling together in confusion as he looked for what had hit him. When he saw nothing, he shrugged it off and went over to the piano.

"Hey, little buddy." Sam ruffled Oliver's hair, and the one year old giggled. "It sucks that the world is ending. You haven't even gotten to really experience life yet."

"Get the fudge away from my son," Santana spat as she came into the choir room. She picked Oliver up off the piano and kissed his cheek, her eyes narrowing dangerously at Sam.

"Oh, Yahweh, not again," Jayden groaned. "Guys, can you please not have this fight right now?"

"He's not even your son!" Sam scoffed.

"You're nothing more than his sperm donor, you perv," Santana spat.

"Guys seriously–"

"God, for the billionth time, I did not ra–"

"Stop with the lies! She never consented to anything! You just assumed."

Oliver began to whine softly, fear in his ocean eyes as he looked between his mami and daddy. Brittany took him out of Santana's arms, protectively holding his head as she carried him away from the arguing co-parents.

"Alright. Show of hands," Mr. Schue said as he walked into the choir room. "Who is worried about Brittany's meteor-asteroid-comet prediction?"

A few of the club members raised their hands. Jayden sat down next to Brittany in the middle row of the risers and handed Oliver his cup of cheerios. The baby babbled happily and took them.

"Okay. Well, here's how I see it. There are two possible outcomes. First, the meteor misses us and we go to regionals and we kick butt, which will only happen if we prepare. Or, we only have a few days to live. And if that's the case, we need to say everything we need to say to the people we love," Mr. Schue declared. Jayden looked across the room to Santana, who looked like she was plotting Sam's no body, no crime as she glared into his soul. "I can tell you from those couple weeks where I couldn't talk to Emma that there is nothing worse than unfinished business with the one you love. And meteor or no meteor, any moment you have with those people might be your last one."