Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or its characters; if I did Santana would have her own show…
WARNING This story is very emotional and very dark. I know this might be too soon to put up anything about gun violence in a school or even at all yet but this was in my head after watching April Showers so I had to share it. If you have not seen the movie then I suggest you do. IN NO WAY AM I CONDONING GUNS IN SCHOOLS. This story has death and character violence so don't read if you cannot handle it. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
Summary: Tragedy strikes the students and teachers at William McKinley High School. How some will cope with the loss and how some will rise above the devastation. Set after the nationals win in 3x21.
Prologue
Tears, that's all anyone could see in the small gym at the Little Lima Elementary school. Tears from parents who got news that their child didn't make it, tears from those who had no idea where or what happened to their love ones, and tears of joy during the long awaited reunion of those who were lucky enough to get out of that hell hole that once their school. The scene was heart breaking for everyone who dared peer around them to take in the site. Friends embraced one another. Without the will to let go for fear that they might be lost again. Brittany stared at them, that's all she wants to do. To hold her friend, her lover once again. She was here for that reason. Little Lima Elementary was the only place large enough to hold all the refuges and parents who were looking for their children.
The blonde walked aimlessly through the crowd of crying teachers and students, lightly pushing her way to the sign in table in the back of the gym with the tiny basketball hoops. a lone volunteer sat behind the large white table with a huge stack of sheets of papers with what Brittany assumed was names of all the people who came up to sign in. she stopped just shy of the table eyeing the woman with long dark hair shoved in a messy bun, she took a second to clear her already hoarse throat, "excuse me I was wondering if my friend came by here?"
The woman peered up from the sheet she was examining closely, when her voice caught in her throat. The blonde cheerleader looked terrible. Her hair was going every which way and her cheerios uniform was torn at the end, along with some dried crimson color liquid leading from the H in her uniform all the way down her leg to her once white shoes. The volunteers eyes grew wide at the site, "Oh my God, do you need me to call 911? Are you hurt? You should sit down." The woman got up from her perch. Panic was evident in her small feminine voice.
Brittany shook her head no she only had one thing on her mind and that was to know where her girlfriend was, "I need to find my friend can you help me?"
The woman's heart nearly broke at the slight crack in the young girl's voice. She sat back down in the chair she was sitting in moments ago. Taking in a deep breath she nodded, "yes of course, what is your friends name?" she asked preparing herself to look through the large stack of papers with the name of everyone who had arrived earlier.
"Santana Lopez, she is about this high," Brittany brought her hand up to her shoulder. "She has long dark hair pulled up in a high pony, and… and she is Lebanese, wearing the same thing I have on."
The woman smiled sadly at the show she just got from the cheerleader. She sure hoped she would find the girl the blonde was looking for. God knows she already gave enough bad news to last a thousand life times. The volunteer turned her attention to the L pile to search for the young woman this blonde was talking about. After finishing the pile the Volunteer's smile faded and she closed her eyes. This could not be happening, she thought to herself. Letting out the breath she didn't know she was holding, she peered up at the blonde with sad wet eyes, "I… I'm s… sorry, maybe she went home to her parents." The woman said hopefully." that was all she could say before Brittany turned and walked away. Brittany knew Santana wasn't home because that was the first place she looked.
She hurried her steps to almost a run and before she knew it she ran into someone almost sending them flying on to the cold gym floor. The girl looked up sending the blonde a death glare with her hazel eyes.
"Hey watch it… Oh my God Brittany!" Quinn yelled before throwing her arms around the taller blonde. "You're alright, I prayed so much for you and Santana." After saying that she let the cheerleader go noticing for the first time the tears flowing from her bright blue eye. "Oh honey it's alright, it's over now, they got him. He will never hurt anyone ever again." She said while rubbing her hands up and down Brittany's arms. For the first time Quinn got a good look at the cheerleader and it wasn't a pretty site. She didn't have the heart to ask Brittany what happened. They both already been through enough and she didn't want to bring them both back to that place.
The tall blonde just continued to sob uncontrollably letting the last twelve hour all at once. Quinn wrapped her small arms around her and just stood there holding the weepy woman.
They don't know how long they stayed like that, it could have been hours or it could have been minutes, but the blondes didn't mind. After what happened nothing really mattered anymore. Quinn peered around Brittany and for the first time a thought popped in her head, "Hey B," she whispered not wanting to scare the girl, "Where is Santana? I know she left the Choir room searching for you." All Brittany could do was shrug her shoulders. The shorter blonde pulled away and stared into her blue Eyes. "Britt…"
"I don't know…" the tall blonde began to sob again.
Quinn's eyes grew wide, grabbing her phone from her pocket; she slid the lock screen and pressed 2.
Ring…
Ring…
Ring…
Ring…
Hi obviously I didn't answer my Phone who knows maybe I'll give you a call back, unless you are Frankenteen in that case don't call me ever again. Yours truly Santana…
Beep.
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