Mr. Schuester stood in the center of the choir room, gesturing with his hands as he continued on with some nonsensical lesson. He introduced Coach Beiste to the students as a guest for another harebrained plan to prepare for regionals. The majority of the glee club was polite enough to act interested, nodding and smiling when it seemed appropriate.

Sam was usually among the polite ones, contributing at times to the lesson. But at that moment, he shifted uncomfortably in his seat, casting worried glances toward the door every few seconds. He couldn't focus enough on anything other than the fact that his girlfriend and her ex were both missing from the group. He didn't understand why Mr. Schue would ask her of all people to come back.

Tina nudged him, frowning when he barely acknowledged her. The whole club knew that something happened between him and Santana but no one knew the details. With a sigh, she raised her hand, ready to suggest a better theme to the Spanish teacher when the ominous ring of a gunshot erupted from the hallway.

Silence settled in the room as the adults ran to the door, their hands poised over the light switch. All the members of the glee club shared anxious looks with each other. Suddenly, another loud ring sounded and the teachers acted quickly, shutting off the lights, locking the doors and ushering everyone into an acceptable hiding spot.

On the other side of the school, Brittany quickly ducked into the bathroom, her heart racing for more reasons than one. She leapt into a stall, setting an example for a fellow Cheerio and lowerclassmen to follow. The quiet that filled the bathroom left Brittany unsettled as she crouched atop the toilet; her Cheerio issued shoes firmly in place as her body shook. Guilt and fear tugged at her mind, causing tears to well in her blue eyes. Was San alright? Her stomach churned at the thought of something happening to the dark haired beauty.

The sound of heavy footfalls broke the eerie stillness that had taken over the choir room, causing everyone in the room to hold their breaths. The sound of someone trying to desperately open the door caused Sam to flinch; what if it was Brittany? Whoever was trying to open the first door quickly moved to the second, only to be disappointed once more. A sigh of relief left nearly everyone's lips when they heard the retreating footsteps, everyone's except Sam's. He couldn't help but worry that they made a mistake not opening the door to whoever it was.

"Shit, shit, shit," Santana whispered irately to herself. She hadn't been able to find an open classroom and what was even worse was the fact that she didn't know if Brittany was okay or not. If only she hadn't been so stupid! If only she didn't push Brittany away the way she did!

Please be okay, Britt-Britt, I love you, she thought to herself as she continued her search for sanctuary.

The bathroom door opened with a crash, causing a sob to catch in Brittany's throat. The sound of heels hitting the floor tore the blonde Cheerio apart. The rhythmic click against the hard tile floor of the bathroom sounded so familiar to her, but could it really be the Latina? The sound stopped and the high creak of the stall opening felt amplified in the situation. A low grunt came from outside of Brittany's stall before quicker paced footfalls filled the room until the sound of the bathroom door opening and closing echoed against the stone walls.

"Brittany," the cheerleader from the other side breathed. "That was Santana."

"What?" she hissed angrily. Anger bubbled within her, and she felt an incredible urge to inflict pain on her teammate. "Why didn't you stop her?" The blonde didn't wait for a reply and took off, bursting out of the bathroom into the deserted hallway. She had to get to Santana.

Her head snapped up at the sound of a slamming door. The caramel skinned young woman felt her heart leap into her throat. It sounded as if it came from the bathroom with the Cheerio she once knew. The girl had been a supporter of her relationship with Brittany, keeping her mouth shut when she walked in on them in the locker room after practice. The Latina knew she had to help somehow.

With an annoyed grumble, Santana jumped from her position behind the trashcan and ran back toward the bathroom. If she had to, she'd scare a psychotic gunslinger with her razor blades to save her old teammate.

Back in the choir room, Sam couldn't handle Brittany's absence any longer and sprang up. Blaine immediately reached out and grabbed hold of his ankle, causing the blond to stumble. Sam attempted to shake the dark haired boy's grasp but wasn't able to. Their green eyed teacher got up and wrestled the emotional teenager to the ground, demanding that he keep quite.

"But she's out there, Mr. Schuester!" Sam cried out. After a few more precarious seconds passed, he let his body go limp and began to sob. "She's out there."

Santana stopped before she took any more steps toward the hall of the bathroom. Shaking her head in realization, she took off her shoes as quickly and quietly as she could. With great reluctance, she placed her favorite pumps off to the side and went on her way again.

Brittany's heart thundered in her chest as she crept slowly down the hall, heading the opposite way Santana had originally gone. The blonde fought the urge to call out the Latina's name, clenching her jaw every time she felt it on the tip of her tongue. She'd find Santana, she was absolutely sure of it.

Sam sat back down beside Blaine with his knees pulled close to his chest and face buried in his hands. Quiet sobs slipped past his large lips and shook his body. He needed Brittany to be okay. He didn't want the last words he told her to be what they were.

Another gunshot pierced the deadly quiet of William McKinley High's deserted hallways followed by a bloodcurdling scream causing students and faculty alike to react with varying expressions of terror.


A/N: So, I've been working on this for a while but got stuck along the way because of lack of incentive. Hopefully posting it will get me to write even more.
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