I obviously don't own Glee. Or that Irish kid would have never set foot on set. -_-
The first bullet hit one of the ceiling tiles, destroying it. The second round hit a locker. And the third slug hit Rachel Berry. Every student in the hallway had dropped to the ground, but now dared to lift their heads enough to see where the scream had come from. And there she was, dropped to her knees, staring down at the bullet wound in her abdomen.
Half of the hallway returned their eyes to the scrawny, pale freshmen with the 9mm, while the other half's eyes remained on Rachel, who had fallen onto her side.
"Everyone get into a room." The freshman commanded in a shaky voice. Beads of sweat ran down his face and he gripped the gun tighter. No one dared to move first.
"Go!" He yelled, firing a shot into the ceiling once again. Immediately, the teenagers started scurrying into whatever room was closest to them.
Rachel didn't know whose arms were wrapped around her and pulling her down the hallway, but they were strong. She struggled to keep her eyes open and ignore the pounding of her heart in her ears. Despite her effort to stay awake, Rachel's eyes fluttered shut as she was drug through a door.
"Rachel. Come one, you need to wake up. Rachel, open your eyes." The young woman heard a gentle voice say. When she did come to, the first thing that hit her was the pain.
Blurry faces came into focus as Rachel blinked several times. It took her a few seconds to recall the names from her fuzzy mind. The voice she had heard belonged to Santana, who was pressing with both hands down on her burning wound. They Latina's hands were stained red.
"You're going to be okay, just stay with us Rachel." A different voice said. Glancing to her left, Rachel saw Quinn sitting next to her. It was then she noticed where she was. She was on the stage in the auditorium.
Blaine and Kurt returned to the stage after checking to make sure every door in the large auditorium was locked. They kneeled down beside their bleeding friend and stared at the huge bloodstain on her sweater. Color had drained from her normally tanned face, especially her lips, and every so often, a series of tremors shook her frail body.
"How is she?" Kurt asked, taking Rachel's free hand. That was his best friend lying there in a pool of her own blood.
"Awake." Santana replied, ripping one of the sleeves off of Rachel's sweater to use as gauze.
"Where….where's Finn?" The injured girl asked quietly. A jolt of worry surged through her chest and she struggled to control her heart rate.
"He didn't come today, remember? He has the flu." Quinn reminded the brunette before she could upset herself too much.
Rachel nodded weakly. "Am…am I going to die?" She asked next. Everyone's eyes widened as they struggled to think of an answer.
"No. You are not going to die. You are going to graduate and get married to your big oaf of a fiancé." Santana told Rachel. The nasty tone she normally used with the singer had been replaced by a gentle, caring one. Rachel's lips curled into a small smile as she looked at the Latina.
"What are we going to do?" Brittany asked from her position beside Santana. This was one of the first times in her life that she had been truly scared for a sensible reason.
"We called the police when we first came in, and they said they already had officers dispatched. But we're in a lockdown. It could take hours before they can get help in here." Quinn said, glancing at one of the clocks on the wall.
The five teenagers in the room sighed. Rachel gasped a bit in pain as Santana applied the piece of fabric to the bleeding gunshot wound. The room was starting to spin around her, and the lights didn't seem as bright. She struggled to speak.
"Why?" Her voice was shaking, barely loud enough to be heard. The peers around her shook their heads and shrugged.
"We don't know. I've only seen that kid once or twice around school-" Blaine quit talking as his cellphone buzzed. He quickly unlocked the iPhone and opened the new text.
"It's from Mike. He's in Mr. Schue's room. The police are outside and the SWAT team's on the way. He wants to know if any of us are hurt." Blaine said, looking up from the touch screen.
"Don't…..don't tell them." Rachel forced out. The other teenagers turned to look at her in confusion."They might try to come here. He could shoot them." She explained, letting her drooping eyelids close.
"Keep your eyes open Rach." Quinn said softly, pulling the brunette's head into her lap. Rachel opened her eyes and smiled faintly up at the senior.
"Just send back 'okay'." Kurt suggested. His boyfriend nodded and quickly sent the message.
"The bleeding's slowing down." Santana muttered, gently pulling the sweater sleeve away from short singer's bloodstained skin. Rachel dared to look down at the wound, and then wished she hadn't. A gentler stream of red liquid was still trickling down her side, onto the stage.
"That's a good sign, right?' Brittany questioned, resting her head on Santana's shoulder. Her girlfriend nodded and kissed her gently on the cheek.
"We need medical stuff. Something to tape the wound up until help comes." Santana said, wiping her bloodstained hands on the stage. Everyone nodded in agreement.
"There aren't any first aid kits in here." Blaine said, stating the obvious.
"What about the nurses' office?" Brittany suggested quietly. Everyone turned to look at her in surprise.
"Brittany…that's a good idea." Kurt said, not believing the words coming out of his mouth. Since when did Brittany have good ideas?
"But…but it's on the other side of the school. Someone could get shot." Rachel's quiet voice broke into the conversation. A defeated silence fell over the teens.
"I'll go." Santana said after a couple of moments. Everyone turned to look at her. Brittany shook her head, eyebrows raised.
"Santana, no." Brittany whimpered, putting a gentle hand on her girlfriend's arm.
"You can't go out there, there's a psycho running around." Quinn chimed in. Blaine and Kurt nodded in agreement.
"Someone has to go. Quinn, you're kind of a pussy. Brittany, there's no way I'd let you. And I'm pretty sure you don't know where the nurse's office is," Brittany nodded grimly in agreement. Santana went on, "Neither of the lover boys over here are going to leave each other. Plus Kurt would shriek every time he heard his own footsteps. So I'm going."
Santana stood up slowly, keeping Rachel's sleeve over the wound. Her girlfriend stood up as well and quickly threw her arms around the Latina. "Please be careful San." Brittany whispered, her voice cracking as she did so. Santana forced herself not to look into the blonde's scared gaze. Instead, she nodded and gently kissed her. She kept the kiss quick, knowing the longer she stayed, the harder it was going to be to walk out the door.
"Alright. After I leave, lock the door behind me. I'll knock three times when I come back. Don't open the door until you hear my voice." Santana instructed, pulling her lips away from Brittany's. Everyone, apart from Rachel, nodded in agreement.
Just as Santana started to walk towards the stage stairs, Brittany pulled her back into a hug. Santana bit her cheek to keep herself calm, and hugged the girl back. "I'll be okay." She assured her. Brittany nodded as she released her hold on the Latina.
Santana turned and walked down the stairs, off of the stage. She walked through the aisles, towards the back of the auditorium. Her heart accelerated with every step she took and for the first time in her life, she was truly terrified. By the time she reached the door, the Latina's hands were shaking. Closing her eyes, she built up the nerve and stepped out into the hallway.
Hey guys. This kind of just wandered into my mind today. Please leave a review!