While everyone else was in the Choir Room, there were other Glee Club members that weren't there; so where were they?
Mason had been on his way back from the bathroom when the gun shots went off, sheer panic had settled into his body as he quickly made a dash back into the bathroom. The freshman quickly rushed into an unoccupied stall and shut the door, climbing onto the porcelain bowl and crouching down as he rested his hands on each side of the cubical.
Was he safe from the shooter in here? He didn't know, all he really cared about was staying alive long enough so he could see his twin one last time. "Oh God, Madi…" He whispered quietly through his sobs, sniffling as tears streamed down his pale face as his curls drooped down on his forehead.
Quinn had been talking to Sue at the time of the gun shots, reminiscing about the past and talking about her experiences at Yale. It was pretty insane to think that the two could actually get along, but as soon as those heart stopping noises echoed through the school, they had to put their conversation on hold and had to hide immediately.
She wasn't sure why she did it, but Quinn quickly darted out the door and ran down the corridor in hopes of making it to the Choir Room, but she was too late; the doors were locked up and barricaded and now she was stuck to fend for herself.
So she once again started to run, freezing in her tracks when she heard another gun shot near her direction. She knew she had to keep moving, so she swiftly made her way into the Science Lab, locking the door and opening one of the desk cabinets and crawling inside of it; closing it once she was inside and letting tears stream down her face as she hoped and prayed that everything would be okay and that someone would find her when it was all over.
When the gun shots went off, Brittany had been washing her hands in the girl's bathroom. As panic rushed through her veins, she dashed into the unoccupied stall and closed the door over; like Mason, climbing atop of the porcelain bowl and somewhat crouching down to make sure she couldn't be seen. She had left her phone in the Choir Room, so she had no way to contact her friends to make sure they were okay.
Tears streamed down her face as she listened to the panicked screams of other pupils, silently sobbing when she realized that she was alone. But gulping as she heard a third gun shot that was just a corridor away from her location.
"P-Please don't come in here… Please." She whispered, desperately fighting to keep her composure to ensure that she would somehow live to see another day.
When the gun shots sounded, Kurt had somehow ended up with a larger crowd, he had been running to get back to the Choir Room, yet he ended up outside the building; unable to get back inside and having no idea if Blaine and his friends were safe. He was terrified and all he could do was stand there and wait, desperately hoping that this was all some freak accident and everything would turn out okay.
As tears cascaded down his pale skin, he noticed Elliott and Dani rush over to him; breaking down into tears as they both wrapped their arms around him.
"It's going to be okay Kurt, no matter what happens. It'll be okay." Dani soothed, rubbing gentle circles on her friend's back as tears violently streamed down her cheeks.
Elliott honestly couldn't muster any words, he was just so glad to have gotten out alive. He turned his head and then saw Santana, standing there looking so lost and confused, so he quickly went over to her and just held her close, doing his best to soothe his friend.
"B-Brittany is still in there, I need to find her." The Latina sobbed, desperately trying to get out of Elliott's strong grip. But soon she realized that nobody would let her back in, so she gave up and just held onto Elliott like he was all she had left. "Please be okay Britt." She whispered to herself, letting her eyes close as she continued to cry and remembered everything herself and Brittany had been through together.
Coach Beiste had asked Spencer to get her clipboard from the locker room at the time of the shooting. As soon as he heard the gun shots, he quickly hid in laundry basket, surely nobody would check there; right? He really wasn't sure, but all he was really focused on was staying quiet and not letting anything give himself away.
He needed to be ready for the worse; he needed to mentally prepare himself for a random bullet that could hit him at any time. It wasn't going to be an easy task or an easy wait, but he knew if he could just stay focused the possibility of him walking out alive would be increased.
As for Tina, she was already gone to this so called better place. Today was the first day in five years that she had to leave school early, she had a doctor's appointment and it was one she couldn't afford to miss. She was walking through the parking lot, taking her keys for her car out of her pocket when she turned her head and smiled at a tallish figure wearing a black hood; it was the shooter.
She hadn't done anything to him other than smile at him, but maybe it was because of the fact she had seen his face meant he had to get rid of her. So poor, unfortunate Tina had been shot in the chest and was killed instantly.
Tina didn't feel any pain, before she could've even blinked, her life had been taken away from her and there was no chance of survival.
In a pool of her own blood, she lay on the pavement completely lifeless; her skin turning a bluish pale as everything shut down in her body, the warmth had gone along with her heartbeat. Surprisingly the shooter had shown some remorse, kneeling down next to her to close her eyes so she wouldn't be stuck staring. This man seemed to care about that one little detail; he wanted her to be at peace or to at least seem that way.
But poor little Tina Cohen Chang was the first victim to a bullet; at least she got to say goodbye.
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