A/N Hello everyone. I have started a shiny new story as you can see. I always wondered how the Warblers could have lost their way so much in canon since they seemed like such nice guys in series two. I didn't want to leave them being bad guys without any hope of redemption. I feel they need it. So this is my story about how our favourite Warblers redeem themselves.

I don't own Glee or the characters.

Chapter One

The tornado hit without warning on the town of Lima, Ohio. One week had passed since the New Directions had won their regionals competition in their own auditorium. At the time that the tornado was seen to be heading in the path of William McKinley High School, some of the glee clubbers were already inside the choir room. William Shuester, teacher and director had to break the news to his kids, who had, only just a few weeks back, been through hell in a school shooting incident.

"Guys, I need you to remain calm and follow me quickly to the basement shelter underneath the physical education locker rooms. To do that we need to skirt round the outside of the building. I suggest you each hold onto one another and pull each other so that we can get there as fast as possible."

Blaine looked around the choir room. Sam was not there. Tina was however. He grabbed Tina's hand and pulled her close.

"Sam's not here."

"Maybe he's already in the shelter. Wasn't he working out before glee practise today?"

"Yeah, you're right." Blaine nodded, keeping that thought in his head. He didn't really have all that many people in his life and Sam had become a significant part of that over the past school year. He was his best and closest friend. They had no secrets from each other. They understood each other better than anyone else. Since Kurt was still unsure about being in a relationship with Blaine and had become a little distant since his last visit, the visit in which Blaine was going to propose to Kurt but chickened out at the last minute. That meant Sam was the closest person in his whole life. He loved Tina too of course, but it wasn't quite the same. She was his shopping partner, his rom com movie night girl, his go to gossip girl. How she knew everything about everyone he would never know, but it always made for juicy gossip sessions.

They were led by Mr Shue to the basement shelter and was guided by him down the stairs. Blaine's radar immediately went on the search for Sam. He looked around frantically but could not see the golden haired boy. Blaine's heart hammered at an alarming rate. Sam was not there, which meant that he was still out there somewhere. In the path of the tornado. Not even taking a second to think over his actions, Blaine dashed back up the stairs before the teachers closed the doors to the basement shelter.

"Blaine no! You can't go out there, it's not safe." Mr Shue grabbed his arm and tried in vain to pull the small boy back inside.

"No I have to find Sam. Let me go!" Blaine, however, was stronger than Mr Shue had ever realised and shook himself free of his grip.

"Blaine!" Mr Shue screamed as he watched one of his kids run back out and into the path of the devastating tornado whipping itself a path towards the school. Coach Beiste had to physically restrain Mr Shue from running back out as well, and the children down in the basement were in a complete panic. Tina was screaming for Blaine, tears streaming down her face, and the rest of the girls weeping loudly. The boys looked shocked and pale and were gripping the girls tightly.

"These kids here need you Will. You can't do anything for Blaine now. He chose to go back out for Sam and now all we can do is pray that they find somewhere safe to hide. Come on we need to close these doors."

Will knew what Shannon was saying to him was true. He couldn't help the boys any more and the kids in the basement needed him too just as much. He helped Shannon to close the doors and went down to comfort his kids, especially Tina.

Blaine was running under the bleachers, desperately searching for his best friend.

"Sam! Sam!" He cried out in vain. The wind was so loud now that no one would be able to hear his cries. He spotted what looked like a lone person scrambling to hold onto the underside of the bleachers. It has to be Sam, please, oh please let it be Sam. Blaine frantically flew towards the person and felt a surge of relief when he could see that it was him. It looked like he had been hit in the head by something however, as blood was pouring down his face from the deep gash on his forehead.

"Blaine? Oh God Blaine." Sam openly wept and leapt into the smaller boys arms holding him tightly. At least he was not alone any longer. Even if they were probably going to die.

"Come on Sam. We need to get to the basement shelter." Blaine tugged the other boy by his right arm, when they heard a huge whine of the metal in the bleachers stands being ripped from the seams. Blaine, frenzied, looked around for anything that could shelter them. Spotting a drainage cover he pulled Sam towards it and got Sam to help open the cover doors. There was not much room inside, only a small rectangular box shape, but there would be enough room for the two of them. There had to be. Blaine shoved Sam down into it as he heard the first of the bleacher stands rip from the ground. Jumping in after he leant to close the doors shut and heard a gigantic crash as he had almost closed the doors shut and the door pushed him down onto the ground beneath. Dread took over Blaine as he tried to push the doors open again just a fraction but they did not budge. They were trapped inside.

"Sam. Sam, are you feeling ok?" Blaine asked a few minutes later after calming down. He knew the chances were this was where they would die. He didn't want Sam to panic though and so decided he would play the strong one right now. He could feel water dripping down his leg, soaking his trousers and ruining his shoes.

Sam groaned in response. His head felt very woolly, and he felt dizzy when he tried to move it. He knew that this was not a good sign. "My head really hurts." Blaine moved so he could examine it. He could hardly see in front of him but he could feel the blood still trickling out at an alarming rate. He needed something to stem the bleeding. Taking his shirt off proved very challenging but he wiggled out of it and ripped it into strips, winding them around Sam's head tightly. He waded the remaining part of his shirt underneath the strips to soak the blood until it clotted.

"Does that feel a little better?" Blaine asked, cold now that he was topless.

"Yeah, it doesn't feel like its floating quite so much. Thanks bro." Sam whispered. He had a headache and didn't want to be too loud.

"Thank you for coming to rescue me man. That means a lot." Sam added.

"It's ok Sam. You're my best friend. I couldn't just stand there and do nothing. I would have hated myself if I had." A lone tear streaked down Blaine's face. They were trapped. Sam had a head injury, and most importantly, they had no food or water. He shivered as he wrapped his arms around Sam to keep warm. Sam wrapped his around Blaine in return. They both cried silently, hugging each other tightly.