Disclaimer: Glee is not mine (duh). Carry on.

This is set late season 3, after Quinn got into Yale, before Karofsky's Suicide.

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Officer Braxton looked around the hallway. He saw the nauseating amount of blood spilling everywhere on the floor. He noticed the missed shots embedded within random lockers, wondering who they were meant to hit. His eyes met the empty ones of the unlucky students, who have met their maker this fateful day. A tear fell down his cheek as he saw the body of the shooter, the one responsible for this all, who was now dead after being shot by the police. Officer Braxton struggles to catch his breath as he thinks of all the parents who have lost a child today. And not just the ones who have died, because no one will walk away from this as the same person they were walking in. He knows grief, because he is feeling it right now. He feels like a horrible parent, for not noticing anything wrong?

Why?

Because the shooter was Zach Braxton, his own son.

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6 hours earlier

"But Finn! This is our last chance! The carnival closes after tonight, and we won't be here next year to enjoy it!"

"I get that Rachel, but I was hoping we could work more on the wedding! I want it to be perfect, and as soon as possible."

Finn reached his hand up to brush some hair out of Rachel's face.

"Please?"

Rachel let out a sigh and nodded to Finn's relief.

"So do you want to come over to my house tonight? Kurt will be out with Mercedes"

"Sure, that should be fine"

"Alright, now let's walk to math, we are going to be late"

The two lovebirds link arms, walking down the hallway together, as a normal day for them.

-x-

"We still good to have our sleepover tonight right, Mercedes?"

"Hell yeah white boy, don't try to flake out on me now!"

"I'm not, don't worry," Kurt said while laughing.

"Good."

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"Santana, can we pleeeeaaaasssee go to the carnival?? Apparently one of the prizes is a Unicorn costume! I need it!"

"Britt, you alreay have a unicorn costume"

"Yeah but this one is pink! The one I have is blue"

"Oh my god..." Santana muttered under her breath.

"Okay, sure Britt, we can go to the Carnival tonight and get you that costume."

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"Do you want to come with me tonight to see Beth? Show Shelby you are in fact sane again?" Puck asked Quinn while she was shoving a large book into her locker.

"Yeah, sure, did you ask her though? You know, make sure I can actually come over?"

"You'll be fine, trust me"

"Hmm yeah, look where that got me last time"

"Oh whatever, anyhow, so I'll pick you up tonight around 5?"

"Yep," she said, popping the P.

"Okay great! Well I should go to class now, see you later."

"Bye Puck," Quinn said, still organizing her locker again.

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Zach Braxton looked around the hallway. His fellow classmates completely and utterly unaware of what was about to happen. There was no list, no specific targets, just the need to inflict pain. To show the entire world how horrible the kids treat eachother at school. Thats what he ells himself atleast, as he pulls out a machine gun.

See you on the other side McKinley.