Kurts POV
I guess it all started at around 11:30 today. I was in my AP English class, when IT first happened. We were studying Oscar Wilde and his contribution to English literature.
"Right before we move on does anyone have anything else to say about Mr. Wilde, inquired Mr. Taka.
I raised my hand and Mr. Taka gestured towards me, "He was gay". The class barely flinched, as Mr. Taka continued,
"Yes, That's good Kurt. It was the societal hatred for Mr. Wilde's sexuality that lead to his downfall as that periods greatest authors."
"He was gay", you can't imagine how good it was to say that. Before HE came alone there would have probably been sneers of, "FAGGOT" or "HOMO" from the student in the class. Now, either nobody cared or they respected HIM enough that they knew not to pick on the one he LOVED.
"Moving on, let's move to Jane Austin. She is famous-" , when Mr. Taka was cut off.
BOOM! Even the students sleeping in the back corner of the room woke up.
"What the hell was that", Mr. Taka said out loud completely oblivious to the students in the class.
It sounded like it came from the direction of the athletic department, where Sue Sylvester's office was located. BOOM! Again the sound echoed through the hallway. Then it came for a third time, BOOM!.
When the second shoot came I slowly say the faces of some of the more "masculine" students begin to twist in fear. I knew that was a bad thing. Those students were tough, they played football and they hunted. Before I could put it all together the third thunderous roar out it all the facts together.
"GUNFIRE", as I yelled out with the majority of students. We sought safety from the chaos outside underneath the "protection" of our desk. Before I got under my mind moved to the only thing that mattered, Sam. HE WAS MY ONE AND ONLY. I tried to do something, but I wasn't able to move. My paralysis was suddenly broken when HIS ringtone came from my phone. It was a email message,
From: Sam
TO: Kurt
Kurt I think someone is shooting up the school. I'm safe don't worry about me. I with Mr. Schu inside the Glee room. Just stay safe! I love you.
END MESSAGE.
My attention was suddenly directed to the intercom. A load siren emanated from it, then Principal Figgans, came on. He was frantic,
ACTIVE SHOOTER! WE HAVE AN ACTIVE SHOOTER! ALL TEACHERS THIS SCHOOL IS GOING UNDER LOCKDOWN PROTOCAL!
The message offered some assurance. Last year, after MY Sam transferred to our school there was a school shooting two counties over. As a result, all schools in the state had been hardened against possible attack. Computer controlled doors that automatically lock in case of this emergency, shatter proof glass, and security cameras offered what I thought was a sense of security. Like clockwork the door Mr. Taka was holding open began to close, then lock.
If I was safe, then Sam was safe too…