Bang!Everyone in the choir room jumped with surprise. The McKinley High School students shot a look of fright at Will Schuster, their beloved Glee club teacher.
"Now, class. That was an awfully strange sound, but a single shot is not very likely to be a g-"
Bang!The students scrambled out of their seats, desperate to hide from the gunshot.
"Nobody leave the classroom!" Mr. Schuster instructed. "It's not safe out there. Stay low to the ground and find a hiding spot. Try not to make a sound."
The students hid to their best ability, whispering at a low, yet panicked level. No one seemed to keep totally quiet. All except one student.
Blaine Anderson.
Blaine, like all others, was scared. He worried for his life, and the lives of everyone else in the room. Being a senior, he worried that his dreams of moving to New York and going to NYADA would never come true. He might never get married, have kids, or see his loved ones ever again.
Blaine's eyes flared wide and his heart started beating a million miles a minute.
Kurt.He might never get to see his one true love again. He might never get to see his smile or his beautiful eyes. He might never get to hear his high, sweet voice or his giddy, light laughter. He might never get to taste his soft, delicate lips, or laugh at his horrendous jokes.
He had to make sure that Kurt knew how much he loved him, at the least. Quietly pulling out his phone, Blaine wrote his heart out to Kurt. Paragragh after paragraph he formed the most emotional text he had ever written. His eyes were bloodshot from crying, making it harder to stay quiet.
After texting his last words, Blaine hit send, hoping that Kurt would call for help, if there wasn't any already. Surely someone had to of called the police by now.
Bang!Everyone jumped at the sound that proved the gunman was still not taken care of. By this time, even Mr. Schuster had tears streaming down his cheeks.
Time rolled on, and more gunshots were fired. Everyone was quietly whispering to others or even themselves, about the most personal of things. Secrets, confessions, or just anything they had to get out. This way, if anyone didn't make it, they would have more to remember them by.
"Hey guys," Unique spoke a little louder than a whisper. "Can you all come over here? I have something I want to say."
Slowly but surely, the glee club made their way toward their classmate, making their seat in a small, hunched circle.
"Look, I don't know what's going to happen here, but if we don't make it out of here, I just want you all to know that this has been the best year of my life. Transferring to McKinley was the best decision I've ever made. Sure, this school is just like any other old school, with bullies and cool kids and all, but glee is different. Here, I can really express myself and be who I am. I feel that even if we have our moments, we will always be a family. I love you guys." Unique choked between sobs.
Unique's speech really moved the other students. One at a time, each glee club member made a heartfelt speech about how their life had changed since glee.
"Before I came here, I was scared to be myself. I had a stutter, I was goth, and I was shy. Glee has made me a completely different person." Tina said.
"I was always just that kid in a wheelchair. Now, I'm that kid in a wheelchair that can sing," Artie laughed.
"Before glee, I was a horrible, stuck up snob who didn't care about anyone but herself. I've changed since then, and glee really taught me what it meant to be a good person," Kitty shared.
A long pause filled the room. Everyone looked at the next person, Blaine, who had his head buried into his phone.
"Blaine, would you like to say something?" Mr. Schue asked.
Blaine's head shot up and he immediately covered his phone. He didn't want anyone to see what he was writing. The words were meant for only one person to see.
"Um.. sure," he cleared his throat. Singing has always been part of my life. Even before I joined The Warblers, I knew that music would play a big role in my life." Blaine knew that he would never make it through his speech without crying. He already felt the tears welling up in his eyes.
"Don't get me wrong, Dalton is great and everything, but McKinley has made itself a second home to me. To be honest, I was really nervous about this year, but you guys have made it a great one. I don't know what I'd do without you. Thank you so much for making this easier for me. Being without my K-Kurt is-"
Blaine couldn't say anymore. He broke down at the mention of his love. He couldn't help but think that he would never see him again. He had one of those feelings; the ones in your stomach that make you nervous and just don't go away, and those feelings usually mean something.
Everyone gathered around Blaine and gave him a hug. They all knew how much Kurt meant to him, after all, they had just recently got engaged. Something about the two, however, seemed different. They seemed to be truly, madly, and deeply in love with each other, which was hard to find these days.
"I'm so sorry this is happening Blaine. I know how much you love Kurt and-"
"No you don't Mr. Schue! You have no idea how much I love Kurt! You have no clue what it feels like to love someone so much that you would do anything for them. Be anyone for them. Even die for them..." Blaine interrupted, yelling at nearly the top of his lungs.
"Blaine! This doesn't matter right now. We are in hiding, you need to lower your voice or the gunman could-"
Mr. Schue was interrupted once again, not by Blaine, but by the slamming of a door behind them. The glee club turned around and gasped at what they saw.
"So... who's first?" the gunman asked, a smug grin forming on his face.
The world seemed to slow down. Nobody could believe it: their worst nightmare was unraveling right before their eyes. The only thing that caused anyone to cone back to reality was the sound of a loading gun.
"If you all don't pick someone, I will." The gunman pointed the gun up and waved it in a semi-circle, making the glee club yet again speechless.
"Fine. Have it your way." The gunman fired the gun. The shot could not be heard over the cries of students rushing to the wounded body.
"Mr. Schue!"
"Oh my god!"
"Is he alright?!"
"This can't be happening!"
But it was happening, all too fast. By the time the students had made their way to their fallen teacher, they were too late. Mr. Schuster's eyes were blank, his skin was cold, and he hadn't a pulse. The shot had went right through his heart.
The students weren't just just terrified at what had just happened, they were outraged. Their favorite teacher was dead, and he was never coming back.
"I told you all to speak up. It's too bad that you all didn't get to save your teacher. Sorry," The gunman gave a synthetic pout. "Now do you all want to tell me who is next?"
Blaine closed his eyes and blocked out his surroundings. He couldn't bare to see what was happening. He knew that at least two more of his friends had to have been shot by now, and possibly killed, and it was all his fault. If he had just kept his cool and hadn't exploded at Mr. Schue, everyone could be safe.
Blaine zoned back into his surroundings and glanced around the room. He saw at least three dead bodies, including Mr. Schue's. The floor was covered in blood, and the only sounds filling this hell of a room were the screams of his peers.
He knew it was time. Blaine knew it was time to say his last words, to think his last thoughts, and to breath his last breath. Blaine knew he was right, but he couldn't find himself enough courage to even move.
"What's wrong buddy?" a voice asked from behind Blaine. He turned around to find himself face-to-face with the gunman, the same gunman that had just murdered the people he loved.
His breathing started to get heavy as the gunman loaded his gun once more. He knew this was it, he was going to die. In just a matter of seconds, his short-lived life would be over.
"Any last words, kid?" The gunman joked with the cheesy line.
Blaine spoke these treasured words automatically.
"I love you Kurt."