Chapter Two
Kurt POV
"Where's Mr. Shue?" Santana asked. We'd all been waiting for fifteen minutes and there still was no sign of Mr. Shue.
I looked over at Blaine, "We should've gone to the movie." I whispered and he smiled, kissing my cheek. I smiled and looked up as Rachel started talking.
"Since Mr. Shue isn't present, and I'm the captain, I believe we should talk about our set list for regional's, starting off with what solo I'm going to be singing…" She smiled and grabbed out binders from her bag, "These are all songs that I'm capable of singing…" She started passing them out.
Santana snapped, "You know what hobbit? I'm sick of you getting what you want all the time, there are others in this club! When do we get to shine? You know what; maybe I should give you a shiner…that'll teach you." She stepped forward but Sam and Puck held her back. Everyone started yelling, some at Rachel, and some at Santana to calm down. But there was only one voice that stood out from everybody's.
"As much as I would love to watch you do my dirty work for me…I still want to do it myself." Terry Shuester stood at the door of the auditorium, two large men behind her, each holding guns and ropes. She started walking down the steps towards us, "You know…with all of you gone, there will be nothing holding Will back from being with me all the time."
Finn spoke up, "Mrs... Shuester? Didn't Mr. Shue divorce you?" He looked confused, as always. She laughed lightly and held up a gun of her own.
"You don't speak unless I tell you to." Finn's eyes widened and he stepped back. I glanced over at Blaine and nervously took his hand. This wasn't going to end well.
Terry POV
I loved the look of fear on their faces. I just needed this to get over with. I snapped my fingers and the two men I'd hired walked towards the stage. I laughed as the teenagers scrambled onto the stage, looking for an escape.
I watched them carefully and saw a curly haired boy slowly stepping towards the emergency exit doors, "Frank!" I yelled and pointed at the boy. He smirked and shot the boy in the leg, once, only enough to hurt him not kill him, yet.
Kurt POV
Everything moved in slow motion. One second Blaine was next to me, pulling me towards the exit doors, the next he was on the ground crying out in pain. I knelt next to him and held his torso in my lap, "Blaine…oh god." Tears slipped from my cheeks onto his t-shirt. I took off my jacket, not caring that it was designer. I wrapped it around the wound on his leg, putting pressure on it to stop the bleeding.
Brittany ran over and took my spot, holding the pressure on Blaine's leg. I moved so his head was in my lap, I ran my hand through his hair, "It's okay, you're okay…" I whispered, whether to myself or to Blaine I didn't know.
Santana POV
Everyone was frozen for a minute when Blaine was shot. But then we turned towards the two guys coming towards us. They tied us up, duct-taping our mouths. I looked over at Brittany, they'd allowed her to have her hands tied in front so she could still keep pressure on Blaine's leg, but they made Kurt have his hands tied behind his back. They even tied Blaine's hands. Blaine stilled laid against Kurt who was fiercely crying, glaring at the men and then at Terry who was still laughing lightly from her seat.
"S-Someone will come for us…t-they'll know when we don't come home tonight…" Blaine said weakly, they hadn't taped his mouth so he could breathe right.
Terry smiled and shrugged, "You'll all be dead by then." There were whimpers scattered along the club. She stood up and walked onto the stage. She looked around the club and pointed at Rachel, "She helped start the Glee Club, her first." Frank, the one who'd shot Blaine, stepped forward and pointed the gun at Rachel's chest. Finn's eyes widened and he moved in front of Rachel, He shook his head wildly.
Terry smirked, "Fine…no orders then…just kill them all, I want to go home…" She stood with her arms crossed over her chest.
Everyone started crying, looking at each other for the last time.
Puck POV
I need to do something. I can't let this happen, I'm too young to die, and I really can't watch anyone get hurt. I got to my feet, I was behind both men. I ran forward and tackled a man, even though I couldn't wrap my arms around him I still got him down and his gun slid across and off the stage.
I heard him grunt under me and then pain shot through my back.
Will POV
I sat down with my laptop on the couch. I opened up my email and looked through the new messages. There was a message from Quinn saying she would try and make the meeting tonight but she didn't know if she could. He was confused, what was she talking about? He checked the sent messages and saw one sent to the whole Glee Club talking about a meeting in the auditorium. He frowned, he didn't send this.
He thought for a second. Terry. She'd been here earlier, he came home and she was there in the living room, his laptop on the coffee table.
He jumped up and grabbed his keys, running out to his car.
