The shot came out of nowhere. It surprised people and before anyone could process it, there was another shot. There was a scream.
Sam came from the countryside and he had lived in a rough area when he'd been homeless with his family. He recognised a gunshot. Clearly, the teachers did too. Mr Schue gave instructions, telling them all to hide, while he went to close and lock one door. Ms Beiste closed the other door and Sam turned around on his heels, trying to think. Never his strong point.
But he spotted Artie and then he walked over right away, lifting him up and out of his wheelchair while Blaine moved the piano to the corner. Blaine was smart, as always, so Sam took the cue and lowered Artie down in the corner, then made sure Blaine had sat down as well. He put a hand on Blaine's shoulder, the other arm still around Artie.
Mr Schue told them to text, tweet, whatever, and Sam took his phone out, yet his mind was blank.
"Who do we text?" He was whispering. They were all whispering. Apart from some, who were sobbing quietly. They were all listening out. For more shots. More screams.
Blaine looked at Sam, not even sure how to process his question. Who did they text? Good question. "Someone you love." He had never been in a position to have to decide the hierarchy of his loved ones and who to message first - it was weird to have to. He watched everyone else texting rapidly and then decided to follow suit. "Text who you love, Sam."
Blaine sent a quick and short text to his mom, telling her he loved her. Then he copied it and sent the same thing to Ed. He didn't really text his dad. Should he tell him? Fuck it, he may as well.
He looked over at Sam, curious if he had managed yet. "Tina is outside..." Did they text Tina?! Was she safe? Was she shot? Was he going to be shot? He didn't want to be shot. He gripped his phone tight, listening to people cry and trying to tune it out.
Blaine didn't want to die. He didn't want his friends to die either.
Sam gave a nod and texted his mom. Just an 'I love you all', because she was at work and he didn't want to worry her. What good would that do? He didn't bother texting his dad, he never checked his phone, his mom always relayed texts to him, and his siblings didn't have phones yet. Then, because Blaine was still texting - and so was Artie - he texted Mercedes.
I will always love you
What else could he say? He shifted a little after he hit send, trying to get closer to Blaine. "Oh man, Tina..."
Suddenly, his eyes widened, "Brittany! She went to the bathroom, she must be--" He looked at the door, just as there was another set of shots. Then he started scrambling to his feet.
"What are you doing, Sam?" Artie whispered urgently, trying to reach for him.
"I have to get her!"
"Sit down, Sam!" Will spoke firmly, trying to keep things under control. "We need to stay put."
"Woah, Sam, no! No, stay down." Blaine wrapped both arms around Sam's arm and tried to keep him yanked down so he couldn't get up. He gripped him tight and prayed that Sam didn't do anything stupid. If Sam tried to leave the room, the shooter would know they were here. Or shooters. They couldn't give away their hiding position.
In his brain, he couldn't help but think of Spock: the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few. He wanted to tell Sam but it seemed cruel. Unfair. He didn't want that. He didn't want Brittany to die.
"Text... text Tina. And the glee chat. Focus on that." There were a lot of people they loved. A lot of people to say goodbye to. He didn't want to do it. It seemed too final.
"Tina's phone is here, she just went out to get something from her car," Artie explained, gesturing to the other side of the room where he could recognise Tina's bag. She still had the same bag as when they had dated. He hadn't thought about that in such a long time. Right now he felt as if his whole life was flashing before his eyes.
He looked at Sam, who still looked as if he was about to leave at any point, staring at the door. Keeping his voice low, Artie talked to Blaine. "If you have to run, just leave me. Please."
He didn't want to be the reason any of his friends died.
Him saying that did shake Sam out of it, he turned his head to look at him. "No way, man! I can carry you no problem, I've had insane gains lately."
"No one is running," Will said, as calmly as possible, "Has anyone reached someone who's talked to the police?"
They had to be alerted by now, surely. Will didn't have his phone on him and he was preoccupied with keeping an eye on his students.
"No one is leaving you, Artie." He couldn't stand the idea of his friend being left behind, what sort of a man would he be if he did that? He looked at his phone and listened while people tried to get in touch with people. It was a work day, it was after lunch time - most people weren't answering.
Blaine opened up Kurt on his phone, knowing he had to text him.
I love you and I'm sorry.
What else did he say? All that potential, so many feelings and wants, and now he didn't even know if he'd ever see him again.
"No one is texting back yet." Blaine whispered to Sam, as quiet as he could. "My mom is in the Philippines..."
you don't have to keep apologising, and you know I love you too
Leave it to Kurt to text back right away. Within less than a minute. It made sense, given he was a big time... texter at some fashion website? Something like that, Sam wasn't entirely certain.
Sam looked at the door again. Brittany had to be so scared. Tina, he just hoped she was still outside the school. And nothing they could do. Nothing he could do to protect the people in here either. Although he kept his ears alert. If he heard steps, maybe there was something he could do. At least keep the door shut if anyone tried it.
"See? Kurt loves you." He tried a smile, hugging Blaine close against himself. "Just stay down, yeah?"
Blaine was smaller than him. He had the muscle, he was the strongest in Glee club without Finn around. He had to do something, if he could.
"Kurt replied." Shit. Kurt replied. Someone replied. This was his chance.
theres a shooter in the school can you call the police for us? please
"I'm asking Kurt to call the police." Blaine whispered to Sam, knowing he had to use whatever contact he could. No one was getting any hits but, of course, Kurt came through. Kurt always came through. "Maybe he can tell his dad."
Blaine moved a bit closer to Sam, feeling safer just to be closer to someone. He looked at Artie and half smiled. This was terrible. This was all so fucking awful.
Kurt clearly wasted no time, as there was no other text. Yet Sam felt reassured somehow. They all knew how efficient Kurt was, especially in a crisis.
"Kurt will have the national guard out there in no time," Artie also said confidently, chuckling a little despite it all and, yes, sounding slightly choked up.
"Tell Kurt that it has been going on for fifteen minutes so far," Ms Beiste instructed and Sam shook his head.
Only fifteen minutes? It felt like eternity.
police en route
Keeping it quick, Kurt was clearly texting while still on the phone.
Still.
stay safe, baby boy
'Baby boy'? Sam just mouthed it, hugging Blaine closer.
"The police are en route, they know." Blaine informed Will and coach Beastie, holding his phone up a little as if to prove it before he dipped back under the piano.
its been fifteen minutes lots of gunshots we can't find brittany or tina
Blaine explained as quickly as he could type, his hands shaking a little as he did it. He was terrified, his heart was racing and any minute now, there could be more shots, more screaming... someone might come.
"He, uh, he used to call me that." Blaine whispered, feeling a little awkward that Sam was watching him text his ex but whatever. It was their lifeline.
"It's sweet," Sam whispered, reassuring his friend, "Klaine forever."
He was Blaine's best friend, of course he shipped it.
stay put
"Now's a good moment to get back together with him," Artie suggested, mostly in jest. Anything to distract them from the horror of all this.
"Shh." Will said it and then, yeah, there were steps outside. Heavy steps, like someone wearing boots. And then the door handle was rattling and Sam tense, moving a little. Ready to sprint over should he have to cover the door with his body.
Sam was very dumb but very strong, a bad combo. Blaine set his phone aside and held tightly onto Sam. He didn't want him to do anything stupid. He whispered to him, practically mouthing it instead of being audible. "Stay low."
There was noise again, it sounded like someone kicked the door. Then they kicked it again. Blaine closed his eyes and prayed they'd just walk away. Maybe it was just another scared student. Maybe it was a shooter.
He looked at Artie, unable to cover himself, and braced himself. If they had to, he knew that him and Sam could get to their friend and protect him if they had to. No one was going to be left alone.
The room was dead silent and the doorhandle was jiggled again. Fuck.
swat team is going in please stay safe baby boy i love you
There was no way anyone was checking their phone right now, yet Kurt texted anyway. And then there was a shot right outside their door. Maybe just to intimidate them? Coax them out?
Sam was praying, his eyes on the door. He could take a shooter down if he had to, if anyone came in. The younger kids were crying and he wanted to help.
He looked over at Mr Schue and Ms Beiste, figuring they might have similar thoughts.
A shot came through, shattering the window in the choir room door. Blaine covered his ears and winced, his heart in his throat. He watched the teachers move for cover, pulling the other students with them so they weren't in the line of fire.
Blaine pulled his hands off his ears and slid himself forward, putting himself in front of Artie. What else did he do? He was Nightbird - Nocturnal Avenger.
He couldn't be a coward. Even if he wanted to be.
Whoever was outside, they were yelling. They knew they were in here but Blaine couldn't process anything, he just looked at the others with shock. They were all about to die, weren't they? He looked at Artie and then Sam. They were dead. It wasn't fair.
Sam looked at Artie and Blaine, blurry eyed for the moment before he blinked it away. He touched Blaine's back briefly for one last contact and then he crawled along the floor to the door as fast as he could. He didn't have a clear plan, he just wanted to use his much bigger body to defend all the others somehow, no matter what.
Then a lot happened at once. Beiste called out his name and tried to hold him back. Outside in the hallway, there were sudden quick steps and an angry yell that sounded suspiciously like Sue Sylvester.
And one more shot rang through and then there was Artie's voice. "Oh God!"
Unsure where to go first, Sam made it the last few steps to the door. He looked through the window and saw Sue on top of someone, saw a gun on the floor. He unlocked the door and dashed outside, grabbing the gun and disarming it as quickly as he could before assisting Sue in pinning down the shooter.
And Mr Schue was by Artie and Blaine, seeing blood and talking. "Who got shot?"
"I don't-- It's Blaine!" Artie sounded horrified and Will was taking off his sweater vest to use it to put pressure on the wound, where he saw blood on Blaine's colourful outfit.
"Stay still, Blaine. I'm here, okay?" Will tried to keep calm, keep all of them calm.
"Everyone, stay down," Beiste instructed. They didn't have an all clear yet, there might be more than one shooter.
Blaine didn't feel it at first, his ears were ringing from the shot and then suddenly it hit him. Hard. He had been shot. He was shot and it hurt. It really, really hurt. "Oh God--" Was he shot? He could hear yelling outside, he could hear Sam and he could feel Artie but otherwise, he was in shock. Very painful shock.
He heard Marley crying and the war cries of Sue, it was keeping him present for sure. Will tried to move him to get to the wound better but Blaine didn't want to, he refused. It hurt way too much. He gripped onto Artie's pant leg to stay grounded.
"It's okay," Artie said, not even sure what else to say, "You're my hero, Blaine."
Will had to force Blaine when he tried to resist, which was an awful thing to do, but he knew he had no choice. He managed, finally, to press his vest down against the wound. "They'll treat you soon, Blaine. You'll be fine, kid, yeah?"
He said it as reassuringly as he could.
Beiste had picked up Blaine's phone, dialling Kurt's number. When she reached him, she spoke clearly, standing in the room. "The shooter is disarmed, Kurt. He's down, neutralised. Tell the police to come in. Tell them we need medical assistance."
Kurt was asking questions, but Beiste knew there was no time. "Do it NOW, Kurt."
Blaine cried out in pain but he knew he was supposed to be quiet in case someone else came. He put a hand to his mouth to try and not draw any attention. He heard Beastie talking to Kurt and he snapped his head to the side. Kurt. Hey, that was his phone. His phone. Oh no, his mom was in the Philippines. His dad was probably not looking. Kurt was in New York. Everyone was too far away and he was dying or something.
"My mom's asleep." Blaine told Will as if it was very important, aware that it wasn't. "She won't see..."
She won't be there with him today. He was alone and it was terrifying. He closed his eyes tight as Will adjusted him slightly. He gritted his teeth, panting through the pain. "I didn't tell Kurt that I miss him. Can he come? I'm scared."
He didn't think he was making sense any more, he was just rambling. Panicked. He was bleeding a lot...
"Kurt will come," Will assured him because it seemed like a nice thing to say and, well. These kids always came to Lima at the drop of a hat, of course they would come now. "You are gonna be okay, Blaine. Just stay with me, kid, stay awake."
Suddenly, there was more movement out in the hallway. SWAT team moving in and taking over for Sue and Sam. Sam rushed to Blaine's side, his eyes wide. He stared at the wound, as much as he could see. Was Blaine dying? "Blaine? Hey, they'll take you to the hospital. I'll bring you so many comics, bud."
In the hallway, Sue and Beiste were trying to rush medical aid towards them.
"You gotta visit me." Blaine insisted as he struggled to keep his eyes open. It hurt a lot and it was hard to not pass out from the pain. He was struggling to stay focused on what was being said to him.
Before he knew it, there was a bunch of people around him and Mr Schue wasn't there any more. He didn't know if that was good or bad, he just knew that someone was ripping his clothes.
He closed his eyes when someone touched the wound again, blacking out from the sudden pressure returning.
And Kurt made his way over there in swift strides. He was dressed in black leggings and a skin-tight black long-sleeved shirt, only happy he hadn't worn a leotard today. Just barely. The outfit didn't overly pair with his Dr Martens, but needs must.
So here he was, gently pushing aside the people that were trying to fine his brother. "Excuse me. We need to get to the hospital."
He walked around to the passenger side, some very theatrical tears brimming in his eyes. "My lover was shot."
That said, he got in and put the seatbelt on, not wanting to waste even a moment. Although he did look into the rear-view mirror. Ugh. His hair was flat and uninspiring. His eyes were red-rimmed from tears. That so wasn't the priority right now, but still.
He felt he should be wearing bright colours. "Hurry. Yeah?"
"I told you, man. It's a crisis. You got the plates, bill me later." Finn told the guys as he started to reverse, ignoring whatever the guy was saying to him. He pulled out of the spot and took off down the airport road. He was hoping Burt would cover that fine for him or hell, maybe Will would.
He was broke right now but it didn't matter. He knew Kurt would be freaking out.
"I packed clothes when you said you were coming. I got you a yellow shirt cause you said to wear colourful stuff when people are sick." Or something like that. Kurt lectured him once when Burt was having a check up cause he wore dark blue so he figured this would help.
He wanted to be a good brother. He wanted to take care of Kurt, even if he knew he couldn't. "We'll be there fast, promise. I'll speed."
"Thanks," Kurt said, his voice sounding too breathy to him. He hated it. Digging through his backpack, he got his disinfectant and used it for the third time since leaving the plane, staring out at the passing traffic.
"My dad will pay any fine you get," he assured Finn, "He already told me he'll cover my flight ticket too."
So there was that. Finn and him were both beyond broke, he knew that. "Is-- Is anyone hurt? Other than Blaine."
"I don't know much. I know Sam stood in glass while trying to follow Blaine and it went through his sneaker. Then he hit a wall." He had no idea if that was a big injury or a small one, he just knew what Will told him briefly on the phone. "Another kid got shot in the art block. I don't know if he's okay. I'm not sure about anyone else."
Finn hadn't had much time to talk to Will, he had to down cold medicine and prepare to get Kurt. "Mr Schue is staying with Blaine until one of his parents can come. Apparently his mom is abroad and no one can reach his dad."
That was all he managed to get. "He saved Artie from being shot. That's pretty... pretty cool." At least there was that.
"His dad doesn't check his phone much and his mom is in the Philippines right now. And his brother had a concert in Chicago yesterday." He had a google alert for any news on Ed, for not at all obsessed and not over his ex reasons, so Kurt was pretty informed on that front. "I'm going to stay with him."
In case there was any doubt on that front. "Sam is texting me, but it's just quotes from movies I haven't watched. And Star Wars. Which I have watched, but I often wish they had not."
It could get pretty exhausting. Kurt shook his head slowly. "Of course he's saved Artie. He's too damn brave..."
Looking over at Finn, he placed a hand on his brother's shoulder. "I'm sorry we weren't there."
"I picked a bad time to be hit with the flu. I'm almost there, on the cusp. I could have helped, you know? I wish I had gone to school today." Instead, he had wanted an extra day just to make sure he wasn't super headachey. Maybe if he was there, he could have been the one protecting Artie or the door - doing something.
He hated that this happened to the glee club. That choir room was a safe space and now, it was trashed. Blaine's blood was on the floor.
He didn't want it to be. He wanted to clean it.
"We'll be there for Blaine. Burt said he'll help handle anything until his parents get here." The Hummel-Hudson family always had time to help, just seemed to be their thing.
Kurt nodded, unable to think of much else to say. He didn't want Finn to have been there. He wanted it to not have happened. He hated that Mercedes would be waking up to this news - he had written her the most concise and least alarming message possible - and he hated that the Glee chat group was buzzing constantly right now, wanting updates.
Updates on Blaine. He hated that he wasn't by Blaine's side yet. He hated that Blaine could have died today, not knowing that he was forgiven. Not knowing that Kurt already knew that they would be together again one day, just because he was trying to be sensible. Waiting with getting together until things were more certain.
Nothing felt certain now. "...how much further is it?"
He had to see Blaine. "If I have to say that I'm his husband to get in, go along with it. We had a winter fairy-tale themed wedding. Think Narnia meets Ice Queen." He had a vision. "With a dash of Nutcracker."
"What's a Narnia?" Finn asked and then paused, nodding his head a little. "Oh, wait - it's that thing with Indian food. I like Indian food." A weird theme for a wedding, winter, christmas and spicy food but he was down. He would back his brother up. "We'll get you in there, you watch me. Even if I have to distract them like in an action movie."
Finn turned off the highway and started going down the main road to the hospital. "Given I ran like three red lights - should be there in five minutes. Maybe less." He was really gunning it here. It was kinda fun in a horrible way.
"I know what floor and room so we can just go straight there."
"Narnia is a fantasy world in a book series abou-- We will watch the mini series, yes? Remind me." That was better than trying to explain this right now. He just had his vision of his beautiful, handsome, perfect Blaine on a throne with an ostentatious white fur - obviously fake - cloak and it did sustain him until they reached the hospital at long last.
Kurt ran after Finn, whose way too long legs meant that he had to run in order to keep up, dashing down the hallway. When they were in the elevator, Kurt stared at himself in the mirror. Damn, he had forgotten about the yellow shirt. Maybe he could change into it later. For now he was horrified at the drabness of his outfit almost as much as the general lack of style. He twisted his body a little, glancing down. Well. At leas this ass looked good in these leggings.
And then they were down yet another hallway, reached a door, and Kurt walked through. Sam was seated by Blaine's bedside, clearly mid-impression, and Will stood nearby, smiling at them both but immediately hugging Finn.
"Furt!" Sam called out in excitement and Kurt didn't even register it. He rushed to Blaine's side, falling on one knee and wrapping his arms around him, only barely remembering to be careful, given everything.
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Sam came from the countryside and he had lived in a rough area when he'd been homeless with his family. He recognised a gunshot. Clearly, the teachers did too. Mr Schue gave instructions, telling them all to hide, while he went to close and lock one door. Ms Beiste closed the other door and Sam turned around on his heels, trying to think. Never his strong point.
But he spotted Artie and then he walked over right away, lifting him up and out of his wheelchair while Blaine moved the piano to the corner. Blaine was smart, as always, so Sam took the cue and lowered Artie down in the corner, then made sure Blaine had sat down as well. He put a hand on Blaine's shoulder, the other arm still around Artie.
Mr Schue told them to text, tweet, whatever, and Sam took his phone out, yet his mind was blank.
"Who do we text?" He was whispering. They were all whispering. Apart from some, who were sobbing quietly. They were all listening out. For more shots. More screams.
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Blaine sent a quick and short text to his mom, telling her he loved her. Then he copied it and sent the same thing to Ed. He didn't really text his dad. Should he tell him? Fuck it, he may as well.
He looked over at Sam, curious if he had managed yet. "Tina is outside..." Did they text Tina?! Was she safe? Was she shot? Was he going to be shot? He didn't want to be shot. He gripped his phone tight, listening to people cry and trying to tune it out.
Blaine didn't want to die. He didn't want his friends to die either.
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I will always love you
What else could he say? He shifted a little after he hit send, trying to get closer to Blaine. "Oh man, Tina..."
Suddenly, his eyes widened, "Brittany! She went to the bathroom, she must be--" He looked at the door, just as there was another set of shots. Then he started scrambling to his feet.
"What are you doing, Sam?" Artie whispered urgently, trying to reach for him.
"I have to get her!"
"Sit down, Sam!" Will spoke firmly, trying to keep things under control. "We need to stay put."
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In his brain, he couldn't help but think of Spock: the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few. He wanted to tell Sam but it seemed cruel. Unfair. He didn't want that. He didn't want Brittany to die.
"Text... text Tina. And the glee chat. Focus on that." There were a lot of people they loved. A lot of people to say goodbye to. He didn't want to do it. It seemed too final.
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He looked at Sam, who still looked as if he was about to leave at any point, staring at the door. Keeping his voice low, Artie talked to Blaine. "If you have to run, just leave me. Please."
He didn't want to be the reason any of his friends died.
Him saying that did shake Sam out of it, he turned his head to look at him. "No way, man! I can carry you no problem, I've had insane gains lately."
"No one is running," Will said, as calmly as possible, "Has anyone reached someone who's talked to the police?"
They had to be alerted by now, surely. Will didn't have his phone on him and he was preoccupied with keeping an eye on his students.
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Blaine opened up Kurt on his phone, knowing he had to text him.
I love you and I'm sorry.
What else did he say? All that potential, so many feelings and wants, and now he didn't even know if he'd ever see him again.
"No one is texting back yet." Blaine whispered to Sam, as quiet as he could. "My mom is in the Philippines..."
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Leave it to Kurt to text back right away. Within less than a minute. It made sense, given he was a big time... texter at some fashion website? Something like that, Sam wasn't entirely certain.
Sam looked at the door again. Brittany had to be so scared. Tina, he just hoped she was still outside the school. And nothing they could do. Nothing he could do to protect the people in here either. Although he kept his ears alert. If he heard steps, maybe there was something he could do. At least keep the door shut if anyone tried it.
"See? Kurt loves you." He tried a smile, hugging Blaine close against himself. "Just stay down, yeah?"
Blaine was smaller than him. He had the muscle, he was the strongest in Glee club without Finn around. He had to do something, if he could.
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theres a shooter in the school
can you call the police for us?
please
"I'm asking Kurt to call the police." Blaine whispered to Sam, knowing he had to use whatever contact he could. No one was getting any hits but, of course, Kurt came through. Kurt always came through. "Maybe he can tell his dad."
Blaine moved a bit closer to Sam, feeling safer just to be closer to someone. He looked at Artie and half smiled. This was terrible. This was all so fucking awful.
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Kurt clearly wasted no time, as there was no other text. Yet Sam felt reassured somehow. They all knew how efficient Kurt was, especially in a crisis.
"Kurt will have the national guard out there in no time," Artie also said confidently, chuckling a little despite it all and, yes, sounding slightly choked up.
"Tell Kurt that it has been going on for fifteen minutes so far," Ms Beiste instructed and Sam shook his head.
Only fifteen minutes? It felt like eternity.
police en route
Keeping it quick, Kurt was clearly texting while still on the phone.
Still.
stay safe, baby boy
'Baby boy'? Sam just mouthed it, hugging Blaine closer.
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its been fifteen minutes
lots of gunshots
we can't find brittany or tina
Blaine explained as quickly as he could type, his hands shaking a little as he did it. He was terrified, his heart was racing and any minute now, there could be more shots, more screaming... someone might come.
"He, uh, he used to call me that." Blaine whispered, feeling a little awkward that Sam was watching him text his ex but whatever. It was their lifeline.
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He was Blaine's best friend, of course he shipped it.
stay put
"Now's a good moment to get back together with him," Artie suggested, mostly in jest. Anything to distract them from the horror of all this.
"Shh." Will said it and then, yeah, there were steps outside. Heavy steps, like someone wearing boots. And then the door handle was rattling and Sam tense, moving a little. Ready to sprint over should he have to cover the door with his body.
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There was noise again, it sounded like someone kicked the door. Then they kicked it again. Blaine closed his eyes and prayed they'd just walk away. Maybe it was just another scared student. Maybe it was a shooter.
He looked at Artie, unable to cover himself, and braced himself. If they had to, he knew that him and Sam could get to their friend and protect him if they had to. No one was going to be left alone.
The room was dead silent and the doorhandle was jiggled again. Fuck.
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There was no way anyone was checking their phone right now, yet Kurt texted anyway. And then there was a shot right outside their door. Maybe just to intimidate them? Coax them out?
Sam was praying, his eyes on the door. He could take a shooter down if he had to, if anyone came in. The younger kids were crying and he wanted to help.
He looked over at Mr Schue and Ms Beiste, figuring they might have similar thoughts.
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Blaine pulled his hands off his ears and slid himself forward, putting himself in front of Artie. What else did he do? He was Nightbird - Nocturnal Avenger.
He couldn't be a coward. Even if he wanted to be.
Whoever was outside, they were yelling. They knew they were in here but Blaine couldn't process anything, he just looked at the others with shock. They were all about to die, weren't they? He looked at Artie and then Sam. They were dead. It wasn't fair.
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Then a lot happened at once. Beiste called out his name and tried to hold him back. Outside in the hallway, there were sudden quick steps and an angry yell that sounded suspiciously like Sue Sylvester.
And one more shot rang through and then there was Artie's voice. "Oh God!"
Unsure where to go first, Sam made it the last few steps to the door. He looked through the window and saw Sue on top of someone, saw a gun on the floor. He unlocked the door and dashed outside, grabbing the gun and disarming it as quickly as he could before assisting Sue in pinning down the shooter.
And Mr Schue was by Artie and Blaine, seeing blood and talking. "Who got shot?"
"I don't-- It's Blaine!" Artie sounded horrified and Will was taking off his sweater vest to use it to put pressure on the wound, where he saw blood on Blaine's colourful outfit.
"Stay still, Blaine. I'm here, okay?" Will tried to keep calm, keep all of them calm.
"Everyone, stay down," Beiste instructed. They didn't have an all clear yet, there might be more than one shooter.
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He heard Marley crying and the war cries of Sue, it was keeping him present for sure. Will tried to move him to get to the wound better but Blaine didn't want to, he refused. It hurt way too much. He gripped onto Artie's pant leg to stay grounded.
"Fuck." He was bleeding on Artie. "I'm sorry."
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Will had to force Blaine when he tried to resist, which was an awful thing to do, but he knew he had no choice. He managed, finally, to press his vest down against the wound. "They'll treat you soon, Blaine. You'll be fine, kid, yeah?"
He said it as reassuringly as he could.
Beiste had picked up Blaine's phone, dialling Kurt's number. When she reached him, she spoke clearly, standing in the room. "The shooter is disarmed, Kurt. He's down, neutralised. Tell the police to come in. Tell them we need medical assistance."
Kurt was asking questions, but Beiste knew there was no time. "Do it NOW, Kurt."
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"My mom's asleep." Blaine told Will as if it was very important, aware that it wasn't. "She won't see..."
She won't be there with him today. He was alone and it was terrifying. He closed his eyes tight as Will adjusted him slightly. He gritted his teeth, panting through the pain. "I didn't tell Kurt that I miss him. Can he come? I'm scared."
He didn't think he was making sense any more, he was just rambling. Panicked. He was bleeding a lot...
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Suddenly, there was more movement out in the hallway. SWAT team moving in and taking over for Sue and Sam. Sam rushed to Blaine's side, his eyes wide. He stared at the wound, as much as he could see. Was Blaine dying? "Blaine? Hey, they'll take you to the hospital. I'll bring you so many comics, bud."
In the hallway, Sue and Beiste were trying to rush medical aid towards them.
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Before he knew it, there was a bunch of people around him and Mr Schue wasn't there any more. He didn't know if that was good or bad, he just knew that someone was ripping his clothes.
He closed his eyes when someone touched the wound again, blacking out from the sudden pressure returning.
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Are you nearly through security.
I'm right at the front
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And Kurt made his way over there in swift strides. He was dressed in black leggings and a skin-tight black long-sleeved shirt, only happy he hadn't worn a leotard today. Just barely. The outfit didn't overly pair with his Dr Martens, but needs must.
So here he was, gently pushing aside the people that were trying to fine his brother. "Excuse me. We need to get to the hospital."
He walked around to the passenger side, some very theatrical tears brimming in his eyes. "My lover was shot."
That said, he got in and put the seatbelt on, not wanting to waste even a moment. Although he did look into the rear-view mirror. Ugh. His hair was flat and uninspiring. His eyes were red-rimmed from tears. That so wasn't the priority right now, but still.
He felt he should be wearing bright colours. "Hurry. Yeah?"
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He was broke right now but it didn't matter. He knew Kurt would be freaking out.
"I packed clothes when you said you were coming. I got you a yellow shirt cause you said to wear colourful stuff when people are sick." Or something like that. Kurt lectured him once when Burt was having a check up cause he wore dark blue so he figured this would help.
He wanted to be a good brother. He wanted to take care of Kurt, even if he knew he couldn't. "We'll be there fast, promise. I'll speed."
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"My dad will pay any fine you get," he assured Finn, "He already told me he'll cover my flight ticket too."
So there was that. Finn and him were both beyond broke, he knew that. "Is-- Is anyone hurt? Other than Blaine."
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Finn hadn't had much time to talk to Will, he had to down cold medicine and prepare to get Kurt. "Mr Schue is staying with Blaine until one of his parents can come. Apparently his mom is abroad and no one can reach his dad."
That was all he managed to get. "He saved Artie from being shot. That's pretty... pretty cool." At least there was that.
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In case there was any doubt on that front. "Sam is texting me, but it's just quotes from movies I haven't watched. And Star Wars. Which I have watched, but I often wish they had not."
It could get pretty exhausting. Kurt shook his head slowly. "Of course he's saved Artie. He's too damn brave..."
Looking over at Finn, he placed a hand on his brother's shoulder. "I'm sorry we weren't there."
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He hated that this happened to the glee club. That choir room was a safe space and now, it was trashed. Blaine's blood was on the floor.
He didn't want it to be. He wanted to clean it.
"We'll be there for Blaine. Burt said he'll help handle anything until his parents get here." The Hummel-Hudson family always had time to help, just seemed to be their thing.
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Updates on Blaine. He hated that he wasn't by Blaine's side yet. He hated that Blaine could have died today, not knowing that he was forgiven. Not knowing that Kurt already knew that they would be together again one day, just because he was trying to be sensible. Waiting with getting together until things were more certain.
Nothing felt certain now. "...how much further is it?"
He had to see Blaine. "If I have to say that I'm his husband to get in, go along with it. We had a winter fairy-tale themed wedding. Think Narnia meets Ice Queen." He had a vision. "With a dash of Nutcracker."
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Finn turned off the highway and started going down the main road to the hospital. "Given I ran like three red lights - should be there in five minutes. Maybe less." He was really gunning it here. It was kinda fun in a horrible way.
"I know what floor and room so we can just go straight there."
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Kurt ran after Finn, whose way too long legs meant that he had to run in order to keep up, dashing down the hallway. When they were in the elevator, Kurt stared at himself in the mirror. Damn, he had forgotten about the yellow shirt. Maybe he could change into it later. For now he was horrified at the drabness of his outfit almost as much as the general lack of style. He twisted his body a little, glancing down. Well. At leas this ass looked good in these leggings.
And then they were down yet another hallway, reached a door, and Kurt walked through. Sam was seated by Blaine's bedside, clearly mid-impression, and Will stood nearby, smiling at them both but immediately hugging Finn.
"Furt!" Sam called out in excitement and Kurt didn't even register it. He rushed to Blaine's side, falling on one knee and wrapping his arms around him, only barely remembering to be careful, given everything.
Now he started crying.