So, I've been wanting to write a Glee Shooting/Hostage/Suspense fiction for a while now- I'm a sucker for action stories. Those of you who have read my other story (That is currently on Hiatus) 'Death and All It's Friends' will probably notice similarities between this story and that one. Though you'll be happy to know, this one won't be going on hiatus at any point, even if I have writers block, because- I've already written all the chapters! I'll upload one everytime I get the opportunity, so this should mean quicker updates.

Okay. Enough Rambling. The story takes place sometime after the Superbowl episode, HOWEVER no spoilers that could shape the show's characters are included (IE, the Fuinn kiss or Finchel being reunited.)

Main Characters: Quinn, Santana, Brittany, Puck, Finn and Mike. A little bit of Rachel and other characters at some points throughout the story.

Pairings: It's not really a shipper story, but there'll be hints of- Quinn/Puck, Quinn/Mike, Santana/Finn, Brittany/Artie. While I think of Brittana as very close friends, feel free to take my writing as romance between the two! As I said though, It's not really too focused on these pairings, so don't let any you don't like put you off this story

Summary: I really suck at these, but it's basically: When Quinn, Santana, Brittany, Finn, Puck and Mike become the targets of a sinister hostage plan in the school, it's up to them to find out not only where their friends are, but find out the real reason why they've been targeted in the first place.

Themes: Mainly suspense and friendship, with underlying darkness, romance and angst.

'Okay, I'm in. South entrance by the parking lot. Where are you?'

'By the Science labs and Sport Department- the other two are covering the North and East entrances.'

'Artie!'

Artie turned from his locker and smiled instinctively as Brittany hurried up to him, books hugged to her chest (none of which, he knew, were schoolbooks and just notepads with her doodles in) and blonde ponytail swishing behind her. The others had been right all those months before he got to know Brittany- her smile really was infectious.

'Hey Brit- did you remember to match them..' He trailed off, his smile widening as she gave a proud smile and leant down towards him so that he could see that she'd managed to match her earrings for once. 'Awesome.' He told her, giving her a kiss on the cheek as she plonked herself down onto his lap and he began to wheel towards his first class.

'So.' She began to play with the collar of his shirt, 'Me and my parents were talking about you last night..'

'Oh?'

Brittany looked at him blankly, and Artie sighed. 'Continue.'

'Oh okay. Anyway, they want you to come over for dinner this Friday. I was thinking either hot dogs or meatballs.' She gave a thoughtful smile, looking up at Artie expectantly as he stopped, worry evident on his face. He gave it some thought, staring into his lap- he'd never been good with parents- hell, his humour hadn't impressed Tina's stubborn parents- but looking at Brittany's carefree face at that minute, how hard could her parents be to impress?

'Sure, why not?'

'Just saw that wheelchair kid and that blonde cheerleader-'

'Are you kidding me? They're not supposed to be able to see you-'

'Relax, relax! I'm hidden, only one person kind of saw me, and he ran off after I threatened to break his mic and camera. I don't think he was particularly interested in anything other than giving me an interview as to why I'm wearing a balacla-'

'Hold up, I think- yep that's definitely him coming out of Science 1.'

'Which one?'

'Stupid fucking teacher, who calls someone's house at like 9 in the morning to make sure a student stops by to receive a detention slip before classes? I'll tell you who, Mrs fucking Adams-'

'Relax Puckzilla, live true to your name and quit being so whiney.' Santana snapped back, glaring at a freshman that ran past her and almost toppled into her as Puck pouted. 'What did you do anyway?' She queried, leading him over to her locker as they stopped so she could put her Cheerios duffle bag away. They'd both had early Cheerios/Football practice and had bumped into eachother on the way back to classes. Not that they had anyone else apart from teammates they weren't really friends with to hang out with anyway. As suckish as it was, all their other friends were too loved up to give a crap about them, by the looks of it.

'A petty reason for a detention, it just involved a fire extinguish and Jeffrey's glasses-' Puck cut off then, glaring harshly at the other side of the hall as Santana looked up at him curiously, taking in his frown and set jaw before looking to see what he was staring at.

'What are you-' It didn't take Santana long to spot Sam and Quinn down the hallway, completely oblivious to anyone else as Sam's hands wandered over Quinn's sides lazily and her arms wound themselves around his neck, giving eachother the gooey eyes as they did so. Santana rolled her eyes almost reflexively- so freakin cheesy. As if early stage Quinn and Finn hadn't been bad enough...

'Give it up, Puck.' She told him sternly, whacking his shoulder slightly as he tore his eyes away, his jaw unclenching before clenching again. 'She's with Sam now.' Not that that's ever stopped either one of us. She added silently.

'All's fair in love and war.' Puck told her coolly, before turning to smirk slightly at her. 'And if you wanna talk about going after what you can't have, stick around, I'm sure Finnocence will be passing by his locker sometime soo-'

'Seriously? Where is he now?'

'Just outside S6, that Latina girl's hitting him with a book.'

'Excellent, so our numbers are up to 3 out of-'

'Hold that thought, got a call on the other line.'

'You wanted to see me Mr Schue?'

'Hey Finn, I just wanted a quick word.' Mr Schue put down his sheet music on the piano and turned to Finn, who stood there quite awkwardly.

'Sure..'

Mr Schue paused, trying to judge Finn's face. He'd known these kids for over a year now, but when he wanted to give them some advice, he never knew quite how to go about it. 'How are things with you and Rachel?'

Finn sighed slightly, his shoulders drooping as he gave the question some deep thought. 'I...don't know.' He answered uncertainly. 'I mean...we're not- we're not together, but it's as if she thinks we will be in the end.' He suddenly looked at Mr Schue, who cleared his throat, realising he was asking for some guidance.

'But you're not sure...?'

'Kinda. I mean, I love Rachel, but...it doesn't mean we work out, y'know, it's not as simple as it should be. And somehow I don't want to work to keep us together. I'm okay now, I- I feel like I need to just be me for a bit, not Finn and Rachel.' He answered finally, before looking between Mr Schue and the floor awkwardly as the first one nodded sympathetically. 'Sorry for springing this on you, Mr Schue, I-'

'No no it's fine Finn. You guys all need someone to talk to sometimes, and I noticed you're a little distant lately. I just wanted to make sure everything's okay.' He clapped Finn on the shoulder and the boy grinned crookedly- he really needed someone to talk to about these things sometimes.

'Thanks again Mr Schue.'

'Hey- okay, that tall kid you were on about just went into the choir room, I think Schuester's in there too.'

'Damnit! We can't go on with the plan if he's with a teacher. Okay...where's Damien?'

'He's near the cafeteria, and this'll cheer you up- he's got two of them in viewing range.'

'Ergh I'm sick of this Tina! Nothing is ever good enough-'

'Oh don't start this again, you sound like Artie-' Tina told him bitterly, folding her arms as Mike threw his hands up in the air, raising his voice as a startled freshman besides them jumped.

'Oh great, we're back to Artie! Seriously T, when is this about us instead of him? I like Artie, but this is just-'

'Just what? If you're saying I still have feelings for him, you couldn't be more wrong-' Tina snapped at him, sick of him accusing her of still loving her ex boyfriend.

'I'm not- I mean- GOD I can't do this anymore T!' Mike shouted out as random passerby's started to take interest at the Asian couple.

'Do what?' Tina asked carefully, lowering her voice.

'This, us! I can't take the pressure, how you're always going on at me for everything, I mean when was the last time we actually had a talk and a laugh together?'

When Tina didn't answer, Mike sighed, bowing his head as he spoke the next part. 'I'm sorry Tina, just- I can't do this. I gotta go.' He told her coolly before turning in the other direction, needing to just get away from it all, ignoring her calls behind him.

'Mike-'

'So we have the fifth, excellent. Keep an eye on the last, will you? We don't need one of 'em slipping away when the game hasn't even started yet.'

'On it ma'am.'

'I'll see you later?'

'See you later Sam.' Quinn told him firmly as he gave her another kiss before turning away, meeting up with a few other jocks down the hall. She couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief once he'd gone.

She liked Sam. She really did. At first he'd been a fresh start, a popularity boost- but somewhere along the way she'd begun to actually care about them, and had fallen for him ever so slightly. The scary thing? She knew it wouldn't last. She had no hope- it was like as soon as he'd put that promise ring on her finger, he'd given them a death sentence.

The clock was ticking, and the fact that he claimed to be in love with her and she was battling feelings for other people made it all the more worse.

Sighing and turning to walk towards the cafeteria where she was due to meet Mercedes, a lone figure leaning against a broom cupboard caught her eye.

'Mike?' She called curiously, walking towards him- she'd always had a soft spot for the boy after being in the same Friendship circle for years. He'd even been the first boy to give her a Valentine 's Day card.

His head darted up at her call, and he looked at her for a bit before turning his eyes back to floor, looking thoroughly upset. 'You okay Mike?'

He frowned, before turning to meet her eyes. 'I broke up with Tina.'

Quinn gasped- while she'd never thought they'd worked as a couple, she certainly was shocked. 'What? Do you think-'

'I dunno. I dunno what to think anymore-'

'This is it, quick getaway. I've got my eye on both of them, it's perfect for step one.'

'This is just too easy. Where are you now?'

'Just a few more steps...'

As Quinn began to ramble about relationships and how he could work it out with Tina, Mike noticed something to the right over her shoulder. A dark figure, face covered and whole body covered in black clothing right down to the leather gloves over large, manly hands.

Way too sinister to be in a high school. And he was getting closer to the two of them, his head turned to the side, obviously not noticing Mike's staring. He moved closer to Quinn, who seemed none the wiser as the figure drew closer.

'Keep an eye out-'

'I am, my eyes are on the hall, it's a secluded area so no-one seems to have noticed. They probably just think I'm the guy's Asian Goth chick girlfriend-'

'Are you not even listening to me?'

Everything happened at once as Quinn realised that Mike's eyes were elsewhere, and the figure suddenly lunged forward, quick as a flash while someone to their right yelled 'heads up' and a football came spiralling towards them, hitting the wall right between the figure and Quinn, causing the man to yell out as he leapt backwards, giving Mike just enough time to grab Quinn.

'Damnit, what the heck was that?'

'Jackass's football got loose, almost hit me in the-'

'Never mind the football, where are they?'

'They're-'

Turning his eyes to the spot where the jock and cheerleader had just been standing, he saw nothing, not even the faintest evidence that they'd ever been there. It was as if he had imagined it.

And now he was left with the hallway slowing down, students looking at him in complete shock as he panted, looking wildly around for the boy and girl. He looked at the nearest tiny brunette, and grinned when he saw the panic flit across her face.

So be it then. If the pair thought they were getting away that quickly, he'd just use the rest of the students to find them.

And so at 8.56am on a late January morning in 2011, the first shot went off in the halls of McKinley.

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