Blaine Anderson is sitting under the piano in his favorite room at school. The choir room. It all happened so fast. He didn't know what to do, where to go, or what was even happening.
*30 minutes earlier*
He was sitting in math class doing equations the teacher had assigned. Everything was so calm and quiet. Then, the ear-shattering noise ran through the halls.
A gunshot. A single gunshot followed by a scream.
Everyone was rushing through the hallways. Blaine was being pushed in every direction.
More gunshots were heard. But more importantly more screams were leaving people's mouths.
Blaine was thinking about a safe place to go. Then the thought clicked in his brain. The choir room. At least he'll be in one of his favorite places.
Racing down the hallway, Blaine found the door he was looking for. The hallways were empty as he carefully opens the door. He slips into the room, closing the door so it doesn't make a sound. The only place he can think of that would be safe is under the piano.
Memories flashed through his mind as looked at the empty chairs in front of him. Were his friends okay? Were they hurt, or even worse, dead? So many people he wouldn't be able to say goodbye to. Then the most important person in his life popped into his mind.
Kurt Hummel.
He had to tell Kurt goodbye, this might his last chance to. Blaine gets his phone out of his pocket and dials the number he knows by heart. Blaine's heart is shatters when Kurt doesn't answer, he then decides to leave a voicemail.
"Kurt, there has been a school shooting at McKinley. I didn't know who else to call." Blaine breaks down crying into the phone, "I miss you so much Kurt. It's not the same without you in my life. I'm sorry for hurting you like that. You were the best thing that ever happened to me." Blaine pauses as he sobs uncontrollably.
He then hears faint footsteps walking down the hallway. Doors are being opened and slammed shut.
"He's coming, I hear him." Blaine whispers into the phone. The footsteps are getting louder and louder. Blaine holds his breath as the choir room door creaks open. He remains quiet as a pair of black boot walk into the room. They turn to the face the piano. The boots take steps forward until they stop right in front of the piano. The shooter kneels down until he's face to face with Blaine. He raises the gun to Blaine's forehead.
Blaine puts the phone to his ear. "I just wanted to say, I love you so much Kurt." Blaine manages to say just in time with tears rolling down his cheeks. He closes his eyes not wanting to see the devilish smile on the shooter's face as he pulls the trigger.
Bang!