I am so nervous right now guys. I've only posted Harry Potter fics (which I'm working on I swear!) but unfortunately my love for Darren drove me to watch Glee and I've watched four seasons in like a month. It's pretty bad. So, I couldn't hold off any longer and wrote my very first Glee Fanfiction.
This is kiiiiiiiiind of a Shooting Star AU but only in the sense that there was a school shooting. I messed with the timeline so much. Blaine's a cute little sophomore, all the S1 kids are juniors, Blaine's at McKinley (he transferred from Dalton a couple months ago, to be with his 'best friend' Kurt lol), Carole and Burt are married, ummm I think that's all I changed.
Warnings: Violence, minor gore, mentions of child abuse, pre-slash.
Pairings: Pre-slash Klaine, mentioned Finchel, hinted Mercedes/Sam and Britana. (I think those are right? I'm such a newbie in this fandom!)
Mr. Schu talked quietly with Rachel as she expressed her outrage at sharing the spotlight with the New Directions' newest member, Blaine Anderson. "He's extremely talented, Rachel. I'm not saying Finn isn't, but Blaine's voice compliments yours really well."
"No!" she protested, crossing her arms over her vaguely 50's style, polka-dot dress. "I can't sing a song with him, Mr. Schu! I am a straight female in a committed relationship, and he's - well, he's gay! Not that there's anything wrong with that, of course, but do you know how that would look?"
"That's enough, Rachel!" Mr. Schu said firmly, glancing at Blaine. She was speaking pretty loud, and the saw hurt flash across the teen's face. "You're being extremely unprofessional, and besides that, you're not being considerate of Blaine's feelings." She opened her mouth to retaliate, but he plowed on. "Blaine is 15; you're 17. You need to set a good example for him, and the rest of the younger members."
Rachel pursed her lips. Will could see the stubbornness swirling in her gaze, but finally she relented, slumping slightly. "All right. I'm sorry. I'm going to apologize to-"
A loud BANG cut her off. Quinn, who was close to the door, gave a small shriek as Puck pushed her away before closing and locking the door. Finn, following his example, did the same to the other door and flipped off the lights.
"Everyone spread out and hide," Mr. Schu hissed. He made sure all of the kids were behind the piano, or otherwise hidden, before ducking behind the drum set himself. Finn and Sam situated Artie behind a storage cabinet.
Another shot rang out from somewhere in the school and Tina buried her face in Mike's shoulder, whimpering.
"Everyone start texting, Tweeting, anything - just don't say where we are, criminals have smart phones too." Mr. Schu watched Rachel and Quinn's brave faces crumble as they started crying. Sam and Finn, who were sitting by the girls, did their best to comfort them, hoping to muffle their tears.
Kurt, huddled behind the piano bench with Blaine, took out his phone. His shaking fingers scrolled quickly through the contacts. Dad.
He hesitated, trying to decide what to type without freaking his father out. Shots fired in the school. I'm okay; we're all in the choir room with Mr. Schu. I'm scared, Dad. ~K
He didn't even have time to put his phone down before it buzzed again. I know - it's already on the news. On my way. Be brave, Buddy. Is Finn with you? ~ Dad
Yeah, all the Glee club is. ~Kurt
After that, Kurt was shaking too hard to hold onto his phone, and it fell to the linoleum floor with a small clack. Mercedes jumped slightly at the sound, squeezing her eyes shut. Beside her, Sam grabbed her hand, his other side occupied by a still very teary Quinn. Brittany was mumbling something about Lord Tubbington to Santana, who was paler than anyone had ever seen her.
"Do you want to text your parents?" Kurt whispered to Blaine. The younger boy hesitated, but shook his head, burying his face in his drawn-up knees. Kurt frowned and patted his shoulder, glancing out of the corner of his eyes through the door's small window, just visible around the edge of the piano. Thankfully, it was an after-school rehearsal for sectionals, so most of the students were already home.
Sirens wailed outside, and Kurt took a deep breath. The police were here - it'd be okay now, right?
Suddenly the door handle jiggled sharply, and Brittany gasped. She immediately bit her lip, stifling the small sound. There was absolute silence for several seconds. Then another shot, this one so close everyone screamed. Mr. Schu closed his eyes; the door's lock had just been shot through. The door creaked open and light spilled into the choir room.
Kurt glanced at Blaine, terrified. The black-haired teen had one hand clasped tightly over his mouth, tears pooling in his light hazel eyes. Several heavy, shuffling steps. Kurt bit down on his knuckles to keep himself from crying.
"Boy," a deep voice hissed. Blaine went white as a sheet, eyes wide as saucers. Rachel started to sob softly. "Get out here or I start shooting your little friends."
No one moved, but tears began to slip silently down Blaine's cheeks. The man, something metal in his hand glinting in the faint light, walked closer to Rachel. Finn drew her closer, trying to hide her.
"This one's pretty," the man announced, Rachel trembling. A sick smile was stretched across his face. He had olive-colored skin, green eyes, and close-cropped black hair, and was dressed in a smart gray suit. "Such a young little thing. Looks like she has a boyfriend, too, like girls are supposed to." He bent towards Rachel.
Kurt saw Blaine shift out of the corner of his eye, and then gained his knees. Silently mortified, Kurt grabbed the bottom of his Cheerios sweats, trying to keep him down. Blaine shook his head, standing fully and yanking the material from Kurt's grasp. He took a single step forward, staring the man straight in the eye.
"Dad."
Kurt's jaw dropped and Mr. Schu stood up from behind the drum set, face tightly pinched and tense. The man swung the 22mm pistol towards the Glee teacher. "Don't move," he ordered crisply. Mr. Schu put his hands up in the universal gesture of surrender.
The man - Mr. Anderson, presumably - walked in a slow circle around Blaine, who was shaking slightly. "What's this?" he asked, fingering the fabric of Blaine's Cheerios uniform.
"I'm - I'm on the cheer squad," Blaine answered, feeling proud when his voice only shook slightly. "What are you doing? Did you hurt anyone?"
Mr. Anderson swung around, backhanding Blaine across the cheek. His metal wedding ring cut into the sensitive flesh as the boy fell to the ground from the force of the blow. "I got fired," Mr. Anderson said, strangely calm now. "The CEO found out one of his top managers has a gay son. The same CEO who runs the Baptist Convention."
Blaine stared up at him, tears falling silently down his cheeks. "Did you hurt anyone?" he repeated, voice even and chillingly steely. Blood was coursing from the cut on his cheek, mingling with the salty tears.
Mr. Anderson made a feral sort of growl, whacking the butt of the gun against Blaine's temple. He was thrown violently to the side, breathing harshly, and pressed a hand to the new gash on his head. His eyes were suddenly unfocused and clouded.
"Did you hear me, boy?" the man yelled, brandishing the gun in wild circles. "I'm fired! We're ruined! Soon everybody will know I have a gay son!"
"I'm sorry," Blaine mumbled, eyes squeezed shut. Behind the teen's dad, Finn and Puck slowly crept to their feet. They were almost to him when Finn's shoe scuffed against the floor, and suddenly Blaine was in a choke hold, gasping for air with the cold metal of a gun barrel pressed to his temple.
"Sit down," Mr. Anderson said, threateningly putting a bit of pressure on the trigger. Slowly the two boys sank to their knees, anger pouring off of them.
"Mr. Anderson, just let Blaine go and we can talk about this rationally," Mr. Schu suggested quietly. His gaze rested on the sight of a gun against one of his student's heads.
"Oh, no," the man said, sounding slightly crazy. "I've tried being rational. He won't listen!" He punctuated the yell by driving a knee sharply into Blaine's stomach. The teen suddenly vomited with the force of the blow, and his father shoved him away, looking disgusted. Blaine tripped and landed in front of Finn and Puck, groaning.
"You little piece of-" Mr. Anderson cut himself off by stomping on Blaine's knee, making the boy cry out. Finn stared down at him, hesitantly reaching out a large, callused hand. He rested it on his little brother's best friend's shoulder as Mr. Anderson started ranting to himself. Across the room, he saw Rachel and Quinn huddled against each other, sobbing. He then glanced down at Blaine, who was mumbling and attempting to sit up.
"Sorry, sorry, all my fault, sorry, don't hurt them, I'm sorry, so sorry…" With Finn's help he managed to sit up on his elbows. He managed to focus enough to glare daggers at his father, who abruptly stopped yelling. He stared down with a sickening smile at his youngest child.
"Always so brave, aren't you, Blainey?" he asked, as if talking to a 3-year-old. "So defiant. So protective of your little, stupid friends." Blaine, ignoring his dad for the most part, shakily gained his feet, wincing when he put pressure on his injured knee.
"Leave them alone," he ordered, voice cracking in pain and barely masked fear. He limped towards his father. "Beat me, if you want, just don't touch them." His dad grinned.
"Gladly." A fist slammed into Blaine's side, and as he doubled over Kurt tried to stand. Mercedes had a death grip on his arm, however, and just shook her head.
Mr. Schu yelled at Mr. Anderson, who was now thoughtlessly pummeling Blaine. "You - destroyed - me!" he screamed, punctuating each word with a punch or kick. He still held the gun firmly in one hand.
Blaine had given up on standing upright and had curled into a ball, trying to protect his head. He was sobbing now, begging his father to stop.
Mr. Schu finally snapped. The madman's back to him, he took a dive for the gun. His hands closed around the barrel and he yanked with all his might.
A loud bang suddenly his hands were on fire from the friction heat of a bullet shooting down the barrel. Finn, Puck, and Sam all tackled Mr. Anderson with the ease of seasoned football players, pinning his hands to the ground. Mr. Schu emptied the gun cartridge with trembling fingers.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw Finn slam Mr. Anderson's head into the floor. He laid still, unconscious, which was absolutely fine with Will.
"Oh, my gosh!" Rachel suddenly shrieked from behind him. He turned to see the girls and Kurt huddled around Blaine, who was still lying on the floor. An alarmingly large puddle of blood was gathering beneath him, and his fists were clenched tightly enough to draw blood. Tears streaked down his young face as their teacher knelt by him.
"He got shot," Kurt said, sounding on the verge of a panic attack. Will's heart nearly stopped as he realized it was true. The wild shot, triggered by his own attack on Mr. Anderson, had caught Blaine. Blood pooled beneath him and bubbled from the front of his left shoulder.
"Hurts…" Blaine groaned, trying to roll onto his side. Mr. Schu tore off his jacket, pressing it to the gruesome wound.
"Santana," he called, catching the girl's attention. Of all the girls, she appeared the most put-together. "Call 911. Let them know where we are, and what's going on. Tell them we need medical aid immediately." Fingers shaking only slightly, she unlocked her iphone and did as he ordered.
"Kurt, I need you to keep pressure on this." He looked down at the rapidly soaking through cotton jacket. His hands were covered in scarlet liquid. Though looking terrified, Kurt put both hands on the jacket and pressed hard.
Will lightly slapped Blaine's cheek. He was only half-conscious, obviously in shock and suffering from blood loss. "Blaine? Blaine, hey, can you hear me?" He kept his voice gentle but loud.
"Hurts, Mr. Schu…" he mumbled, eyes squeezed shut. The teacher gripped one of the boy's battered hands.
"I know, buddy. It'll be alright. We're getting you some help, okay?"
Blaine grunted in response, and cried out when Kurt pressed down a little harder.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" the boy shrieked, voice higher than normal. Leaving Sam and Puck to make sure Mr. Anderson didn't wake up anytime soon, Finn took over for his brother, who fell back and started rocking slightly. Mercedes, crying herself, swooped him into a hug, hiding Blaine from view.
Pounding footsteps were heard down the hallway. Rachel stumbled to her feet, the hem of her dress soaked in blood. "Here!" she yelled, wildly waving her hands. "He's in here - he's hurt, really bad!"
SWAT team members came in first, pointing guns in every direction before giving the all clear for the medics. They swarmed in, most gathering around Blaine and the rest making sure none of the other kids were hurt.
Ultimately, all the Glee members could do was sit, watch, and pray, trembling.
Why yes, I do leave all my chapters on cliffhangers, why do you ask? But I actually do have like 3 more chapters already written, so I should be able to update maybe once every 2-3 days or so, until I run out of pre-written chapters.
Please drop me a review! I'm really sorry if I spelled anything wrong, there seemed to be a mix of 'Mr. Schu' and 'Mr. Schue' in all the fics I've read so I went with the shorter one, haha.