SO I know this is kind of short but I have so many ideas and … yeah. Inspiration just kind of hit me right in the face. So first I thought I'd get some feedback to see if I should carry on or not. Hope you like it :D
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Santana threw the door open and ran through the hallway of the hospital entrance, her hands covered in blood. As she tried to breathe out the words, she felt her lips going numb. Her legs were shaking and growing weak for every step she took. She fought to keep her head up, trying to focus her eyes on something still; but for every effort she made, her body seemed to be leaving her until she could hardly stand up anymore. Voices, sounds, shapes – all slowly fading out until nothing. Nothing at all.
Kurt sat by himself on the bench by the McKinley High parking lot. There was a light breeze blowing through town and things simply didn't feel the same. It wasn't fear, nor worry – it was shame. Kurt sat by himself in shame; holding in the heavy weight growing in the depth of his stomach. Things weren't finished and he needed to be ready for a whole lot worse. People still didn't know and eventually they'd find out.
Blaine was feeling a lot of mixed feelings, but at that precise moment he was scared someone might spot him. One book after the other, he kept emptying his locker – shoving the books down his bag. He grabbed his emergency hairspray and ripped down the picture of Kurt. It wasn't until he finally kicked the locker closed that Rachel walked up to him;
"Blaine! I'm glad to see you – I think you'll find I've come up with a terrific assortment of duets I thought you might want to look at? What with your manly and appealing sense of charismatic embellishment of Broadway classics and my unique performing talent; I really do think we ought to be working a lot more together don't you think?"
"Rachel I don't really have time right now … I really have to …" before he could finish his sentence he dropped the last book onto the floor, releasing a large bunch of papers across the hallway floor. Rachel smiled at him and got down on her knees "Let me help you with those …" Blaine dropped to the ground and tried to assemble them all "No, Rachel – it's fine. I'll do it. I just … I'm in a hurry" – "For what?" – "… nothing … something at home"
Mercedes walked down the hallway and came to a halt, starring down at Blaine and Rachel picking up papers. She stood there for a moment with a flair of superiority; "Do you guys need some help with those?" Blaine looked up with a scared look across his face "No, no no it's fine. I've got it thanks. Rachel, really, I'm fine". Brittany came strutting from around the corner "Oh; guys! Do you know where Santana is? She's not picking up her cellphone. And before you ask; yes. I already called the police station and they told me Voldemort's army isn't a threat so … I'd be worried if I were you … just saying …"
Blaine's subtle exit was turning out to be a complete and utter fail as everyone began speaking in every direction and the pressure of leaving was burning in his chest. "Blaine!" - Shuester screamed from across the hallway - "In my office" The order was sharp and to the point.
The glee kids fell silent and confused … and this time - it was fear.