Disclaimer: Don't own Glee, never will.

AN/ This is shorter that my normal chapters so sorry for that. I hope that you enjoy it! (even though it isn't the best). Also, I've never been in a school shooting nor do I wish to be so I apologies in advance for any inconsistencies and I don't mean anyone any offense by writing about a school shooting.

WARNINGS: school shooting, injuries, panic, off scene death.

Chapter One

BANG. BANG. Two loud shots rang out, echoing in the grand hallways and high ceilings in the prestigious Dalton Academy. It was as if time had frozen as every teacher and student in the school paused momentarily, the shock of what they had heard not yet setting in.

After the millisecond of silence that had blanketed the entire school panic set in. The two loud noises were easily recognizable as gun shots and all that was on anyone's mind was being safe and not being found.

The Dalton Warblers had been practicing a new song when they stopped mid chorus. They too had taken a moment to respond to the echoing bangs but then they sprang into action. Thad ran to the light switch while Trent turned off the music and Nick shut the large doors at the choir room's entrance. All around the school the loud sound of doors slamming and the quite click of locks echoed itself.

The teenaged boys in the choir room were shutting the shades on the large windows and huddling together in the darkness. It only made sense that the next course of action was to rip out their phone.

There must have been a thousand 911 calls happening simultaneously as the scared inhabitants of Dalton Academy called out for help. Hysterical students were calling parents, hoping that they might pick up, that they hadn't turned off their phones or left them at home.

Back in the choir room the first whispered words were spoken as Jeff hesitantly opened his mouth, "Sebastian's still out there. He went to go get sheet music from his Dorm."

"Hunter isn't here either." Whispered Luke Wright, a Sophomore who had only ever sang back up.

Nobody offered a solution to the problem of their missing Captain and former Captain because nobody had one. After a short time in silence Trent spoke up, "They probably took refuge in the closest classroom."

The scared Warblers collectively nodded in relief that they probably weren't hurt. It was a probable suggestion and they were scared enough to believe it without questioning him aloud.

Suddenly another loud crack rang through the school, startling its inhabitants.

A loud screech of surprise involuntarily came from one of the only freshman Warblers causing both the one who had shrieked and the two boys next to him to slap their hands on the poor boys mouth.

You could evidentially see the tension in the room as they all collectively held their breath, waiting for a response to the scream that had come from the choir room.

You could hear the soft words as a junior whispered in prayer that someone, anyone save them and that please let no one be hurt.

Everyone that was in that room practically stopped breathing as several footsteps were heard just outside of the door. A loud and distinctly male voice said, "Westerville Police Department. Open up."

The teens looked at each other with relief as Jeff hurried to open the door. A man in a pristine black suit stood outside the door as Jeff pushed it open. The teens were relieved to see students and teachers streaming out from nearby classrooms and parading outside.

The cold relief that spread throughout ever teen in the choir room was unbelievable. They all readily filed out the door and began the way to the outside world. They leaned on each other for support and there were quite a few people openly crying in joy that they were alright.

As the Warblers finally came out of the prestigious school they were overwhelmed with police sirens and screaming parents.

The press were pushing against the yellow tape that the police had put up to stop them from harassing the traumatized students and staff, eager for an account of what had happened.

The singing group slowly dispersed as they spotted their tearful parents or neighbors and ran to them. It would be a good half an hour before the police had gone to every door in the school and gotten out the inhabitants. Many of the teens had such around, wanting to know if anyone was injured. It was a bittersweet feeling of relief as they saw one of their friends unharmed, knowing they were happy that they were okay yet feeling guilty at the relief that it may not be someone they knew that had been injured or possibly killed.

A podium was set up in the front lawn of the school as a police officer stepped up to confront the anxious press and on lookers.

"Hello, I'm Detective Hawthorne." Announced a fit, middle aged man, "I would like to notify the public that the shooter was caught and no names will be given at this point. There was one death and one injury. The death was that of a teacher and the injured person was a student who is currently in the hospital. Thank you, that will be all."

The press clambered after the Detective as he left the podium yet the majority of the students just stood there silently or turned to a friend or family member for comfort.

They may have escaped unscathed but a teacher was dead and a student injured and they didn't even know who it was.

It could have been their English teacher and one of their friends they hadn't seen yet, the Secretary and the nerdy kid that sat next to them in Science. The possibilities were endless and they crowded the heads of everyone who had been present when those first two shots rang out.

Later many of those that had been in Dalton would be told that the entire fiasco, from the first gunshot to the police bringing them outside, only lasted slightly less than a half an hour.

They would be told that the clock may have said that but for everyone in that building it was a lifetime.

And that night all the Warblers would be at home with family, religiously watching the news in hoped that names would be released. They would text each other and hope that someone had information.

Because in all the terror of the event and the bittersweet aftermath not a single one of them had seen Hunter or Sebastian.

An/ So please review and don't worry this isn't planed out to be a one-shot even though it will probably be pretty short so I'm not leaving you with that cliff hanger forever.

I would really appreciate any reviews and please don't flame me.