"What I'm saying is that it makes absolutely no sense that Bruce Wayne can be a master ninja and a billionaire playboy and the world's best detective and not even be thirty yet!" Sam was gesturing as he explained himself, then finally pulled on his shirt. Showering, drying off and getting dressed had taken longer than it ought to have because they had started to discuss Batman. Whatever, they could stand to miss one Rachel solo and be a bit late to Glee.
"The timeline is so messed up wi--" A loud sound interrupted him, followed by several screams. Then another. Shots, those were definitely shots. More of them now.
Sam wasn't thinking, he looked around and grabbed Blaine, pulling him onto the ground behind were the towels were piled up. He held his friend close, staring at him with wide eyes. Was this really happening?
"No, I mean, he's a genius but time still exists, you know? I guess maybe if he trained as a ninja at twelve or something." Blaine agreed as he pulled his shirt on and started doing up his buttons. He felt his pocket vibrate and assumed Kurt was wondering where he was. The downside of him and Sam having gym together, it always took them forever to get anywhere.
The noise shook him out of his thoughts and he didn't even have time to process it. He stumbled along with Sam and dropped down, eyes wide as he looked up at the ceiling in horror.
What the fuck was that? "Gun?" Blaine whispered quietly, not sure what to do. Another shot rang out, people were yelling and then suddenly, horrible, it went entirely silent.
Sam nodded, keeping an arm around Blaine as if that could somehow keep them both safe. He tried to whisper as quietly as he could. "I've heard guns go off near the motel."
So he knew more about this than he'd have wanted to, for all the grim reasons that he didn't want to. "And hunting." There was that too. Saying the word right now was worse somehow.
He turned his head to peer out, glancing toward the door. They had to do the important things. "I can block the door with a bench. Can you turn off the lights?"
Was there anyone else still here? Sam had no idea.
"I-I can. Is anyone here?" Blaine looked around and then looked at Sam, giving him a small nod of determination. Every move they both made was slow and deliberate as Blaine crept close to the light switch and turned it off, looking towards the window in the door that Sam was blocking. They couldn't see anyone out.
God, someone was outside. With a gun.
Was Kurt okay? Was he in the choir-room? He pulled out his phone and swiftly tried to text Kurt but there was no ticks - the gym always had the worst signal. "Sam, come on, get down. They might see you."
Sam nodded his head and got down, after he'd made sure the bench was lodged there, blocking the handle from being moved. The football team had locked nerds in here before - not that he had partaken - but he was fairly sure it would hold.
He crawled back over to where Blaine was slowly, glancing over at his phone. "I left my phone in my locker, damn it."
There were shots again, only two this time. Sam flinched and glanced up. "I think that was by the cafeteria?"
"There's no signal anyway, I'm trying. I think I have to move to the back but we shouldn't move too much." Blaine whispered as he held his phone and looked at the message he had just sent Kurt, hoping it went through eventually.
in locker room. u safe?
He hoped everyone else was in the choir room. He hoped no one got hurt. Blaine bit his lower lip as he heard someone yelling angrily. Was that the guy with the gun. Blaine stilled and looked at Sam. He didn't want to die in school of all places!
Sam moved his lips, praying silently, but his mind wasn't really thinking of the words. Instead he was just here, hoping desperately that God could keep everyone safe. He reached out to Blaine again, putting his hand on his shoulder. At least they were together. "I'm sure Kurt's safe. And Mercedes. And everyone. Mr Schue will keep them safe."
He was trying to feel any kind of certainty as they heard more yelling from out there. Suddenly there was some movement in the half-dark from the showers. "Who's there?" Sam whispered urgently, pulling himself in front of Blaine.
"Karofsky," Dave whispered back, "That you, Sam?"
"Blaine and me. Come here, it's safer."
Karofsky crawled across the floor toward them and Sam saw the fear on his face. They were all so afraid. This was horrible.
Blaine knew it wasn't super cool to hide behind his best friend right now, it wasn't fair to Sam and it wasn't very brave either but he was terrified. He held onto Sam's shirt as he looked at Karofsky, just relieved it was him and not a shooter.
"I can't get through to anyone. Do you have a phone?" Blaine asked Karofsky, assuming he was in a similar situation to Sam. Blaine was just lucky he'd taken his phone out of his locker right away.
Looking around, Blaine eyed up the back of the locker room and tried to debate if there was an accessible and safe window for them. Probably not. This rooms only windows were tiny.
"No phone," Karofsky muttered back, coming to sit near them now, with his legs pulled up and his arms around them. There were tears in his eyes, of course, "Is Kurt all right?"
"No answer yet," Sam explained for Blaine, while looking up in the same direction Blaine was looking. No, he didn't think any of them could fit through those windows. Blaine's phone vibrated, startling all three of them.
"Everyone is safe in the choir room. Two shooters."
Blaine read it aloud and his stomach sank. Two shooters. They could be anywhere, especially if they spread out. Blaine felt his chest tighten and fought back against the panic that was spreading through him. Should he tell Kurt that he loved him? They were just friends right now so maybe that wasn't okay but also how did he not? He fought the urge and focused on texting instead.
with sam and karofsky trapped but safe rn
Another load of gunshots went off and Blaine nearly dropped his phone, looking at the door in terror. If one of the shoots hit the glass in the door, they were beyond fucked. There was no escape. Blaine took a deep breathe and looked at Sam, gulping. "It sounds closer..."
"It will be okay," Sam promised, though he had no way of knowing it. He moved the towels to be more in front of them as if that would stop a bullet. Maybe he could move the lockers? But that would make so much sound, if it was even possible.
Karofsky covered his mouth to keep from sobbing, shaking his head. "You two don't deserve to die, that's not fair!"
"No one's dying," Sam said, as calmly as he could. Blaine's phone vibrated again and it scared him again. They were all on edge.
"No one deserves to die." Blaine promised as he reached his hand out and placed it on Karofsky's leg in assurance. He looked down at his hand and felt the vibration, reading the message again and again. I love you. He loved him? His heart was racing and then he had a horrible thought - was this a deathbed type of confession?
There was yelling and Blaine was right, it was definitely closer to them than before. Blaine dropped as flat onto the floor as he could. He was close to Karofsky, fumbling to get his phone out.
i love you im so sorry I LOVE YOU
"We can't die here. I hate this place. It always smells of sweaty socks." Blaine choked a small sob out, trying to use some humour to diffuse the horrible situation.
"I always liked gym," Sam complained, moving so he was right next to Blaine on his other side. He looked over at Karofsky and they both turned a little, agreeing silently to sandwich Blaine between them. He was smaller, after all.
They were all silent, and Sam could have sworn he heard steps right outside. He didn't want to die. He wished he could at least talk to his family one last time. Hug Mercedes.
The glass smashed and it was like white noise took over as the loudest sounds he'd ever heard ripped through the room. It was bullets, he knew it was, but he still couldn't connect it in his head. He felt Sam basically shove him flat into the floor, preventing him from trying to yank Sam down with him. He felt something clip his ear but he could barely register it.
After the bullets fired off, whoever it was tried to see inside and rammed the door a few times. It didn't open. After a few silent moments, the footsteps started to go away.
Blaine smelled a coppery smell and something was dripping onto his head.
"Sam?! Sam, man, are you--" Dave sounded panicked, even as he kept his voice down. Sam had rolled on top of Blaine and when Dave reached out to touch him, there was liquid. Sticky, coppery. Blood. He wanted to scream, but instead he just tried to get a better look.
"Only my shoulder," Sam said, sounding very pained but at least he was alive.
"Blaine, use your phone torch." Dave tried to move Sam enough for Blaine to be able to get out from under him, "We gotta see."
Blaine was in shock, it took him a few to get his torch on and shine it where there was blood all over Sam's once light blue shirt. Blaine reached up daringly and yanked a towel from the cart, coming back so he could press it against Sam. "Apply pressure, you're strong. We have to stop the bleeding."
What did he even say to Sam? How did he make this right? Sam basically just took a bullet for him. His heart was pounding and swiftly opened up his chat with Kurt.
tell mr schue we need help sam got shot what do we do??
"We need an adult. I don't know what to do!" He was panicking but he couldn't stop himself, he knew he shouldn't raise his voice but he couldn't keep himself from freaking out.
police are outside ambulance baby stay put stay safe im sorry i love you
"He's right," Dave whispered, having looked at the screen. He was focusing on putting the towel against Sam's shoulder, wishing he had any kind of medical expertise, "We have to stay here."
"'s not so bad, man. Upper arm. Rolled low on damage." Sam was in a lot of pain, feeling a bit delirious from it.
"There's an ambulance outside." Blaine felt himself moving before he even thought about it, rushing to the back of the locker room and trying to find purchase to push himself up to where the small rectangle windows were at the top of the room. He tried to shove one open, wondering if he could see help, if he could flag someone down.
He didn't think about the noise it made, he was just freaking out. Sam was in pain and he had to help him. "I can't get the stupid window open."
"Blaine! Blaine, fuck!" Dave got up and moved away from Sam, because the bleeding was not as bad right then and Sam pressed down on the towel himself. Dave wrapped an arm around Blaine and pulled him back, away from the windows and against the wall. "Man, quiet down, yeah? We need to stay safe. You wanna see Kurt again, right?"
Maybe talking about Kurt could centre him. "Sam is built, we couldn't get him through those tiny windows anyway."
"I could get help..." Blaine whined, knowing he was being a pathetic idiot but he didn't know what else to do. He couldn't move on Karofsky's grip and lost his drive to fight pretty fast. "We can't stay here. What if they come back? Sam can't run..." Or, at least, Blaine wasn't sure he could.
He relented on the window and inhaled shakily, wanting to just get out of here. "I'm going to die. And Kurt will never forgive me. Not really. I won't ... it's bad." He didn't want to die a terrible person.
"Forgive you for dying? I think he would, man. He's forgiven me, so." Seemed like he was a pretty forgiving person. And obviously Blaine dying wouldn't be something to even have to forgive. Dave pulled Blaine even closer against the wall, looking over at Sam and making sure he was still breathing and looking at them.
"I cheated, man. I cheated on him. I'm a terrible person. He says we're just friends but we don't really talk. I'm a bad person and I'm going to die a bad person." He was just so scared and he knew it wasn't fair to burden Sam and Karofsky with this but he couldn't help himself. He sniffled and raised his hand, wiping at his eyes. "I screwed it up."
He was a dumb, idiot asshole who sabotaged the best thing he'd ever had. "But I don't have to screw this up. Shove me out of the window, I can get help or-- or I can go through the door. I can be quiet. Please. We need to get help."
"You're young, right? And you look like that." Dave could only imagine what he'd try to do if he looked anything like Blaine. Maybe he was hornier than Blaine, so that was a possibility. "Kurt loves you. And you are brave cause I'd be scared to cheat on Kurt."
He could be kind of terrifying. maybe that was just him. "You can't go, Blaine. Remember the rules for a shooting. We've got to stay put."
"I know. I know. I just -- We have to get back to Sam." He eyed up Sam and took a few swiftly breaths in and out before letting Karofsky lead the way back to Sam. The blond boy didn't look great and Blaine reached out, taking Sam's hand.
"You okay, bud? You're gonna be okay. No one will leave you behind. Dave will carry you, if he has to. I can't make the same promise." Blaine admittedly with a scared little smile.
"I'm fine," Sam promised and he gestured to Blaine's phone with his free hand, "You gotta tell Mercedes that I don't get it when she sang. Does she love me? Why aren't we dating? It's so confusing..."
Life often was. Dave looked at them both, smiling despite himself for just a moment. "You Glee kids have to stop dating around so much. No one can keep track. No wonder you got confused, Anderson."
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"The timeline is so messed up wi--" A loud sound interrupted him, followed by several screams. Then another. Shots, those were definitely shots. More of them now.
Sam wasn't thinking, he looked around and grabbed Blaine, pulling him onto the ground behind were the towels were piled up. He held his friend close, staring at him with wide eyes. Was this really happening?
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The noise shook him out of his thoughts and he didn't even have time to process it. He stumbled along with Sam and dropped down, eyes wide as he looked up at the ceiling in horror.
What the fuck was that? "Gun?" Blaine whispered quietly, not sure what to do. Another shot rang out, people were yelling and then suddenly, horrible, it went entirely silent.
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So he knew more about this than he'd have wanted to, for all the grim reasons that he didn't want to. "And hunting." There was that too. Saying the word right now was worse somehow.
He turned his head to peer out, glancing toward the door. They had to do the important things. "I can block the door with a bench. Can you turn off the lights?"
Was there anyone else still here? Sam had no idea.
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God, someone was outside. With a gun.
Was Kurt okay? Was he in the choir-room? He pulled out his phone and swiftly tried to text Kurt but there was no ticks - the gym always had the worst signal. "Sam, come on, get down. They might see you."
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He crawled back over to where Blaine was slowly, glancing over at his phone. "I left my phone in my locker, damn it."
There were shots again, only two this time. Sam flinched and glanced up. "I think that was by the cafeteria?"
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in locker room.
u safe?
He hoped everyone else was in the choir room. He hoped no one got hurt. Blaine bit his lower lip as he heard someone yelling angrily. Was that the guy with the gun. Blaine stilled and looked at Sam. He didn't want to die in school of all places!
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He was trying to feel any kind of certainty as they heard more yelling from out there. Suddenly there was some movement in the half-dark from the showers. "Who's there?" Sam whispered urgently, pulling himself in front of Blaine.
"Karofsky," Dave whispered back, "That you, Sam?"
"Blaine and me. Come here, it's safer."
Karofsky crawled across the floor toward them and Sam saw the fear on his face. They were all so afraid. This was horrible.
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"I can't get through to anyone. Do you have a phone?" Blaine asked Karofsky, assuming he was in a similar situation to Sam. Blaine was just lucky he'd taken his phone out of his locker right away.
Looking around, Blaine eyed up the back of the locker room and tried to debate if there was an accessible and safe window for them. Probably not. This rooms only windows were tiny.
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"No answer yet," Sam explained for Blaine, while looking up in the same direction Blaine was looking. No, he didn't think any of them could fit through those windows. Blaine's phone vibrated, startling all three of them.
every1 safe in choir room
two shooters
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Blaine read it aloud and his stomach sank. Two shooters. They could be anywhere, especially if they spread out. Blaine felt his chest tighten and fought back against the panic that was spreading through him. Should he tell Kurt that he loved him? They were just friends right now so maybe that wasn't okay but also how did he not? He fought the urge and focused on texting instead.
with sam and karofsky
trapped but safe rn
Another load of gunshots went off and Blaine nearly dropped his phone, looking at the door in terror. If one of the shoots hit the glass in the door, they were beyond fucked. There was no escape. Blaine took a deep breathe and looked at Sam, gulping. "It sounds closer..."
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Karofsky covered his mouth to keep from sobbing, shaking his head. "You two don't deserve to die, that's not fair!"
"No one's dying," Sam said, as calmly as he could. Blaine's phone vibrated again and it scared him again. They were all on edge.
i love you
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There was yelling and Blaine was right, it was definitely closer to them than before. Blaine dropped as flat onto the floor as he could. He was close to Karofsky, fumbling to get his phone out.
i love you
im so sorry
I LOVE YOU
"We can't die here. I hate this place. It always smells of sweaty socks." Blaine choked a small sob out, trying to use some humour to diffuse the horrible situation.
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They were all silent, and Sam could have sworn he heard steps right outside. He didn't want to die. He wished he could at least talk to his family one last time. Hug Mercedes.
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After the bullets fired off, whoever it was tried to see inside and rammed the door a few times. It didn't open. After a few silent moments, the footsteps started to go away.
Blaine smelled a coppery smell and something was dripping onto his head.
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"Only my shoulder," Sam said, sounding very pained but at least he was alive.
"Blaine, use your phone torch." Dave tried to move Sam enough for Blaine to be able to get out from under him, "We gotta see."
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What did he even say to Sam? How did he make this right? Sam basically just took a bullet for him. His heart was pounding and swiftly opened up his chat with Kurt.
tell mr schue we need help
sam got shot
what do we do??
"We need an adult. I don't know what to do!" He was panicking but he couldn't stop himself, he knew he shouldn't raise his voice but he couldn't keep himself from freaking out.
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ambulance
baby stay put stay safe im sorry i love you
"He's right," Dave whispered, having looked at the screen. He was focusing on putting the towel against Sam's shoulder, wishing he had any kind of medical expertise, "We have to stay here."
"'s not so bad, man. Upper arm. Rolled low on damage." Sam was in a lot of pain, feeling a bit delirious from it.
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He didn't think about the noise it made, he was just freaking out. Sam was in pain and he had to help him. "I can't get the stupid window open."
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Maybe talking about Kurt could centre him. "Sam is built, we couldn't get him through those tiny windows anyway."
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He relented on the window and inhaled shakily, wanting to just get out of here. "I'm going to die. And Kurt will never forgive me. Not really. I won't ... it's bad." He didn't want to die a terrible person.
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He was a dumb, idiot asshole who sabotaged the best thing he'd ever had. "But I don't have to screw this up. Shove me out of the window, I can get help or-- or I can go through the door. I can be quiet. Please. We need to get help."
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He could be kind of terrifying. maybe that was just him. "You can't go, Blaine. Remember the rules for a shooting. We've got to stay put."
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"You okay, bud? You're gonna be okay. No one will leave you behind. Dave will carry you, if he has to. I can't make the same promise." Blaine admittedly with a scared little smile.
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Life often was. Dave looked at them both, smiling despite himself for just a moment. "You Glee kids have to stop dating around so much. No one can keep track. No wonder you got confused, Anderson."
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