"P-p-please," he pleaded. "Y-you d-don't have t-to do t-this. May- maybe we can h-help." While all of school has been released from the building after the lock down, Glee Club with Mr. Shue and Coach Beist were all still trapped and they weren't alone. The police hadn't made it to them just yet, which caused great frustration and fear. The shooter wasn't only still in the building, but pointing a gun at a innocent victim. Staring up at the barrel of a gun, Blaine is face to face to what can be the end. He continues to try to talk down the stranger, with his hands in the air, he steps closer. "We could get you some help. Maybe a counselor, teacher, or possibly a psychiatrist? You have so much to live for, we all do. Just please put the gun down so we can just talk," he tries to reason with their attacker. A quick look of regret shone over the shooter's face before anger followed soon after. Raising the gun a little higher at Blaine finger on the trigger, Sam and Jake tackle him while Blaine tries to wrestle for the gun. Suddenly the sound of the gun echos through the air, followed by a pained grunt and screams of horror.


"We have a white male, 18 years old, a student of William McKinley. He was shot in the lower abdomen," the paramedic speaks through to the dispatcher. The sirens whine as they rush to Lima Memorial.


Carole was just heading home from work when she heard of the McKinley High student being brought in for a gun shot wound. She didn't know who it was, but she knew it couldn't be good news. She ran to the first paramedic to get his medical and contact information before the poor boy was brought in. She handed over his information to be processed immediately by Nurse Nancy. Just then the second paramedic came into view with a gurney. She gasped as the boy came into view with a familiar head of dark curls, "Oh my God, Blaine!"


"Nooooooooooo! Oh my God! Dammit Blaine!" Sam yells as his best friend collapses in his arms. Jake successfully pins the shooter, while Sam falls to Blaine's side applying pressure to the wound. Coach Beist returns with the cops who were close by upon hearing the gun shot, who in turn called the paramedics. Within the next ten minutes or so, sirens were heard in the background as Sam continues to apply that pressure while also whispering in his best friend's ear, "Stay with me buddy. Come on, Blaine, stay with me," he pleads desperately. Falling into further unconsciousness, Blaine's breathing picks up before his world becomes completely dark, "Kurt."