Summary: Blaine knows about the gun in Sue's office before the shooting, so when he hears a gunshot the first thing he does is sneak into coach's office.

A/N: I had this idea ever since I saw the episode and found out that Sue brought a gun with her to school. I hope you guys enjoy and if you do please let me know.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

A Gun Makes Me Feel Stronger - PART 1

Bang!

Blaine had just finished showering when he heard the loud sound filling his ears. At first he wasn't sure what it was, but within no time the sound repeated itself and Blaine was pretty sure that it was a gun being fired. Without thinking too much about it he quickly put some clothes on, at least as fast as he could with his shaking hands. Blaine shouldn't be scared. He can't see the gun, so the gunman or woman can't see him. It's childlike to think like that. Blaine knows that, but he wished it was true.

Bang!

Blaine couldn't help but flinch at the sound even though it was much softer than before. Something in him tells him to hide in the nearest closet, but then there is this side of Blaine who wants to make sure his friends are okay. No matter how scared Blaine is himself, friends are always more important to him. Blaine signed deeply before he slowly opened the door and tried to make as less sound as possible. The door cracked softly and Blaine crushed under his breath, silently hoping that no one heard him.

When the door was finally fully opened Blaine was met with an empty hallway. Blaine didn't stop. He kept walking and walking until he was at the office.

0.0

A little bit less than a week ago Blaine sneaked into coach Silvester her office. This was all part of Sam's and his plan, but he sure as hell didn't expect to see the gun lying in one of the drawers when he opened them with the key he had stolen. You could say that Blaine had changed quite a bit since he transferred to McKinley and became friends with Sam.

"Anderson! What are you doing here?" For a short second Blaine stared up at Sue, but soon his attention went back to the drawer. He was fighting the urge not to reach for the gun and hold it. Come on. Blaine may be gay, but he's still a boy.

"Wh-why do you have a gun?"

"That's none of your business, but I can make it your business if you don't shut up about it." And even though Blaine knew that coach Silvester will never shoot him, it still scared him and he quickly left the office completely avoiding eye contact with his coach.

0.0

With the gun firmly in his hand he walked back towards the hallway. This time he wasn't as confident as before. He could hear footsteps not too far away from him, but he knew that when he ran they would definitely hear him. He had to stay quiet if he wanted to survive this.

Why did he think this was a good idea again?

Blaine walked a little bit faster when he walked closer to the choir room, but something knew that he was also walking closer to the shooter or shooters. He heard talking not from far away and Blaine quickly walked up to a wall and pressed his body hard against it. He always saw this in movies, but in those movies the person pressed against the wall isn't crying like a baby. Blaine on the other hand has tears rolling over his cheeks and really has to stop himself from sobbing aloud.

Blaine closed his eyes firmly when he heard someone laugh loudly. Footsteps were approaching him and Blaine was pretty sure that this is how his life was going to end. Here in the hallway with his hair curly, because he didn't have time to gel it minutes ago. It almost makes Blaine laugh. A guy, Blaine is pretty sure the laugh belonged to a male, was going to kill him and Blaine worried about his friends seeing him death on the ground without any gel in his hair.

"Well… well… well…" Blaine's eyes opened immediately. He didn't want any surprises. "Aren't you a pretty boy?" The man was tall, way taller than Blaine and in his hand he was holding a gun, also a little bit bigger than Blaine's or better said, Sue's. With shaking hands Blaine moved the gun until it was pointing towards the guy. "Pretty boy with a gun? I'm impressed."

"Shut up or I'll shoot!"

"You shouldn't play with that, little guy. That's not a toy." Blaine didn't like the way he was talking to him. Especially not because he knew that it was true. He'd never fired a gun before, how big of a chance is there for him to actually hit his aim. Blaine watched the shooter's face and hand in turns. On his lips was a small smile and his hand was holding the gun firmly and surely unlike Blaine who was shaking really bad.

"Why? Why are you here?" Blaine sobbed quietly.

"Me? I'm just having some fun. No big deal. And you? Trying to be the hero? This other guy tried that too, but he didn't make it." Blaine's eyes widened and his heartbeat increased and for a second he was sure that he was going to lose his grip on the gun and let it fall on the ground. "What? You don't wanna die? That's such a bummer."

Without a second thought, actually a milions thoughts were spinning through his head, he fired the gun two or maybe even three times and saw the guy falling to the ground. Only seconds later Blaine felt the pain in his own arm and when he looked down he saw a bullet deep buried in his arm. With a shaky breath he placed his hand on the wound and speeded his pass to come faster by the choir room. This whole time he didn't dare to look at the older man to see if he's okay. Too scared for what will happen if he's not.

It felt like hours when he finally saw the choir room, only a few inches away. He could barely see and was surprised that he didn't walk right into the door.

When he knocked on the door he didn't even think about the gun in his hand. The only thing he thought about was what he just had done. He shot a guy and maybe he even died. If so, Blaine Anderson killed a guy and he isn't sure if he'll be able to live with that.

At first Blaine didn't expect the door to be opened and he was almost going to leave. Out of nowhere he heard something move behind the door before it opened slowly. The worst possibilities were spinning through his head. What if they already died? What if his friends aren't there, but they are behind the door. He wanted to run away, but he knew it was too late. Instead he closed his eyes and stood there, tears slowly rolling over his cheeks.

"Blaine?" Blaine opened his eyes immediately and a small smile out of relieve formed on his lips.

"Mr. Schue." The teacher immediately reached for Blaine's arm to pull him inside. Blaine bite on his lip to make sure not to shout out in pain. Still Blaine whimpered softly, but it was hard enough for Mr. Schue to hear. Blaine stared at the ground and sometimes looked around the room. All his friends were shitting their pants on the ground and who could blame them. A few of his friends were watching Blaine's arm precisely. Others were more interested in the gun that was still firmly in Blaine's hand.

"Blaine, what happened?"

A/N: If you liked it let me know and I'll post a second part tomorrow if you do.

Thanks for reading.

Xxx Crissingirl123