Still talking about Britney's latest meteor confession, the New Directions filed into the choir room. Only Blaine was missing-but that was because Sue had sent him into her office to fetch something for her.
Mr Schue began to explain the plan for their regionals set list when they heard it.
BANG
They all sat in silence, silently praying that it wasn't what they thought it was, and that it was a car exhaust, or a fire cracker, when another shot rang out.
Will and Bieste immediately set into work, telling everyone to hide, and turning the lights off as the corridors were filled with screaming children. Will locked the door and put his finger to his lips to silence the New Directions.
It all grew quiet; the only noise to be heard was from the metronome in the middle of the room.
"Okay guys," he began, "I want you all to start texting, tweeting, just don't say where you are. Gunmen have smart phones too." The rooms silence changed as everybody started typing away furiously on their phones.
Almost a minute went by when Sam spoke up, "Mr Schue-what about Blaine?" Everybody stopped what they were doing and looked up from their phones to look at Will.
He looked at their panicked faces, and realised how desperate they were for an answer from Sam's question. Clearly they were all extremely worried about Blaine, but in all honesty, Will was the same. Inside- he was just as worried as the rest of them, but outside? Outside he had to be the teacher. He had to be the adult.
He took a deep breath in, hoping that what he was about to say was true, "I'm sure Blaine's fine. He's a smart kid; he'll know what to do."
"Well what if I call him? He'll probably have his phone on silent anyway, so I can call him and just make sure that we both keep our voices to a whisper." Will considered this for a second, weighing out the pros and cons in his head, "Please Mr Schue? I just need to make sure that he's alright. What if he's freaking out? We can't just leave him." It was seeing the pure fear in Sam's eyes that persuaded Will in the end, so he nodded, "Alright. But you two have to keep your voices down to a whisper. Okay?"
Sam nodded frantically and whipped out his phone from his pocket, quickly pressing 2. Will guessed that he had Blaine on speed-dial, judging by the fact that Sam only had to press one number.
He held the phone to his ear, before thinking better of it and moving it away, putting the phone onto loud speaker. After a couple of rings it picked up, and Sam sat up straight.
"Sam?"
"Yeah, Blaine, it's me. You alright buddy?"
"I-I think so. Are you? What about everyone else? Are they okay?" Sam didn't like how weak and tired Blaine sounded. Immediately he feared the worst, and with a tear threatening to fall from his eye, he noticed that the other members of the New Directions looked just as afraid as he felt.
"We're fine, Blaine. What do you mean, you think so?"
"I'm-I'm not sure. I mean, I'm hiding, but it's really cold, and I'm tired. I jus' wanna sleep. I'll ring you back later Sam."
Sam's eyes widened, "NO! Blaine! Don't!"