The Unforgotten

A/N The story takes place in "Nationals" season 3.
It only has one OC and it is that of the shooter.

Warning: Non graphic violence and minor character death.

and I do not own Glee or any of it's characters.

Shooter POV

Dylan Smith wanted to go to college. He certainly did not want to turn out like his father. The poor excuse of a human being was downstairs asleep in his throne, the tattered couch that seem to grow out of him, holding the remote like a scepter as the television blared like an obscene jester in front of him. He had but one mortal enemy with whom he was in constant battle – personal hygiene, and he was winning. He sat there all day forgotten by the world, in his own personal fortress of empty beer bottles and cigarette buds.

Dylan's cringed at the thought of the man, his nose crinkled in distaste. Dylan wanted to go to college, but there was no way he could afford it – which is why he needed that scholarship so bad.

He rubbed his eyes in frustration and looked into the mirror, his reflection was dressed in a fitting white shirt and black jeans, and stared smartly back at him. His usually bright brown eyes were unnaturally dark and dull; his black hair was coiffed perfectly, it stood in sharp contrast to his pale white skin. The only thing off about his reflection was the unusual stretch of his jeans' pocket; the strain was made by something that was much too large to be a cell phone.

Dylan sighed and shook his head slowly massaging his temple.
There had been two finalists for the McKinley High Scholarship – Aditya Dey and himself. Everybody knew that he was the better deserving of the scholarship but when he was just about to claim his prize when it was ripped from his grasp and given to Aditya by principal Figgins. He had worked so hard. Aditya got it because he was an Indian like Figgins and he was gay. Everybody was sympathetic to them since Hummel and his boyfriend came to McKinley.

Hate boiled deep inside Dylan's heart, anger licking his spine, fraying his nerves and making his mind white hot. His features didn't change though, his face remained untouched by emotion, a deathly calm exterior hid the inferno inside of him burning away his sanity.

He gave himself one last fleeting glance before slipping on a navy blue jacket and walking out of the house.

His hands were clenched into fists inside his jacket, his jaw bone jutting out while he shut his mouth tightly. His breath was coming out in short jabs, nostrils flaring and his eyes looking even darker with his brows furrowed. He walked rigidly brisk into his high school.

He forced a smile on his face as he saw a few familiar faces, everybody's eyes just grazed by him. He didn't get stared at like the kids from the chess club and the glee club but wasn't gazed upon like the jocks in the letterman jackets either. He was unimportant and forgettable for the last time he added in his mind. He made a beeline for the auditorium where the assembly was to take place. He sat on an uncomfortable red plastic chair next to a faceless person. He looked so inexplicably normal, lost in the sea of bored young faces.

The spotlight on the stage was switched on and the murmur of the audience died down into stillness.

Kurt POV

Kurt just wanted his last performance in McKinley to be flawless. Something he'd dreamed about since he was a freshman and something he'd remember for the rest of his life. Winning nationals had been a dream come true, this performance would just make his glee club journey perfect. His mind was caught up in nostalgia when somebody grabbed him from behind. He yelped softly in surprise.

"Shh… It'll all be over soon beautiful." A deep velvety voice whispered in his ear.
"Blaine! you can be so creepy sometimes!" Kurt whined, turning around and kissing Blaine on the cheek.
"I personally thought it was sexy." Blaine said in mock defiance. He leaned in to kiss Kurt when he heard Puck say "Get a room dudes!" Everybody around snickered softly. Blaine hung his head while Kurt felt his ears heat up.

"…now the award you've all been waiting for – Teacher of the Year…to announce the winner, please welcome to the stage so called Finchel"

"We'd better take our positions, the curtains can go up any time now." Kurt said. Blaine was just about to start complaining when he added; "besides I think we should keep the celebrations for later" Blaine smiled naughtily and headed to the opposite side of the stage.

Kurt heard the applause and knew that Finn and Rachel had finished their speech. Everybody hurried back to their positions. He chanced a glance at Blaine who winked and then the curtains went up.

Dylan POV

Somewhere in the midst of his chaotic mind Dylan could hear music. He snapped out of his thoughts, the person sitting next to him was singing, "…we are the champions of the world…" with his eyes transfixed on the stage. Dylan's eyes followed his stare, the Glee Club was performing. He looked just in time to see Kurt walking in front and sing "… I've taken my bow and my curtain call…"

Anger spiked in his head again and all he could only see red. Dylan couldn't hear him over the roaring in his ears and the thumping of his heart. He could feel his fingers tremble; his whole frame seemed to vibrate, while the weight in his pocket seemed to get colder and heavier. He closed his eyes and bent down resting his head in his palms. It was Hummel's fault, if he hadn't come back, Aditya would not have gotten the sympathy and the scholarship would be his today. He kept his head down for a long time hearing nothing but the beating of his heart.

"…and the McKinley High Scholarship of 2012 goes to…" Dylan's head snapped u, his body stopped moving, he was deathly still and all of his senses were sharpened to the point of perfection. For one wild moment he thought his name would be called out.
"Aditya Dey!"

Dylan's heart dropped and he just felt a cold space where his heart once was. He never felt his heart again.

The audience burst into applause while Dylan got up and walked calmly toward the stage. The applause started to die down as his classmates' puzzled and uncomprehending stares bored down on him. He saw the smile on Mr. Figgins' face fall and his expression slowly changed into a look of anger as he spoke into the microphone again "Mr. Smith could you please sit down."

Everything started to move in slow motion for Dylan, all his senses were sharpened and pointed in one direction and he could see everything so clearly. He knew he was walking smoothly, casually towards his destiny. His face was serene and he felt flushed, so he shrugged off his jacked and let it fall to the floor. He heard the soft clump as the jacket connected with the wooden floor, he heard the mumble in the audience grow louder, more confused. Mr. Figgins step in front of the dais to shout something at him. His face was pink with exertion, a nerve throbbing out on his forehead. He saw the confusion and anger in his eyes and even the spit that flew from mouth as he said his name in contempt. He knew he was about five steps away from where Figgins stood. That is when he reached into his pocket. He felt the cool metal on his fingertips before he pulled out his father's silver pistol and brandished it in the air.

Screams pierced the relative stillness of the room as reality slapped everyone in the face. Figgins stumbled backwards and fell on the stage as his face changed from anger into raw and naked terror like the flicking of a light switch.

Dylan saw the blood draining from the face of the man that had taken away everything from him- his whole life, his hopes, his dreams and everything that he could have been.

Dylan let wrath take over him and time slowed down, Figgins was on his back raising a weak arm in defense. Dylan allowed all the hate, the anger and the grief to take over him, his face twisted, his eyes glinting with emotion like the metal of his gun.

He grabbed Figgins' raised arm and looked into the hopelessness in the man's eyes. He pointed the gun at his face and let out a loud hoarse blood- curdling road; a roar that chilled everybody down to the bone.

At this moment- Time stopped. The moment was frozen, a picture that would be tattooed in the hearts of people. Dylan's face would be flash on television sets around the world. Principal Figgins would be looked as the martyr and Dylan; the villainous murderer. But the future didn't matter and neither did the past. Because this moment would transcend time, it would out live everyone that witnessed it –

The image of the moment – Two figures stand out in the chaos of panic, shock, incredulity and fear. One of Dylan, on stage under the spotlight, muscles tense in anticipation, face twisted with anger, eyes shining with bare emotion, mouth open, his hand holds a shining silver gun trapped inside a cage of white knuckles. The other figure is of the principal, helpless and one the floor, trying in vain to defend himself as he stares into the eyes of his harbinger of death.

Dylan had uncannily painted a picture, one that would move people's hearts as they saw the villain on the spotlight and the victim on the floor, in the darkness. His glory would live in infamy forever. His name would taint the lips of every freshman that ever walked these hallways.

Dylan had gotten what he wished for at that very moment – He would not become his father. He would forever be unforgotten.

Blaine POV

A gunshot echoed through the school. Screams filled the air but one voice could be heard above the din and it screamed, "You're next Hummel!" Blaine's heart stopped.

A/N sooo...? how was it? Love it? Hate it? Should I continue? Please review!