Disclaimer – I don't own Glee (sadly)

The world froze. For what seemed like a lifetime, the choir room stopped, still. Nobody moved, or said anything, nobody could. It was as if the gunshot had placed a sheet over the top of the school and no noise could be heard. Just for that second, which felt like it stretched over years, everything was silent.

Then there was chaos. Screams and shouts filled the hallways outside the choir room. A blur of people ran past the choir room door in mass panic as they tried to figure out what to do or where to go. Students were sobbing, cowering in corners or grabbing onto the friends. Others stood still in fear, filling the hallways with confused, panic-ridden students.

"KURT!" Blaine cried as he lunged for the door. Despite the fear and panic building inside Blaine, he couldn't think of anything else right now, he just knew he had to make sure Kurt was OK. What if it had been Kurt who had been shot? What if he and Tina were on their way to the choir room and-. Blaine couldn't even finish the thought before a lump filled his throat and his stomach dropped. 'What a stupid idea to let Kurt go and help Tina wash up alone, what was I thinking?' he thought to himself. If only he was the helpful one, then it would be him out there, not Kurt. He knew he had to get to him.

When he reached the door, it seemed that everyone had had the same idea as him, as Mike, Finn and Puck were all barging past to get through. "No!" Mr Schue had blocked the door and was pushing the students back. "Santana, get the lights," he half whispered, half ordered, before turning to lock the door and close the blind that hung from it. Blaine struggled with the other students to push past their teacher who was still leading them away.

"I HAVE TO FIND KURT!" Blaine shouted, along with the cries of Mike who needed to find Tina and Puck and Finn who also wanted to go and find the others, and help the injured.

Mr. Schue gave them all a rough push away from the door and Blaine fell into Rachel, whom he realised was crying and trying to pull on Finn to make him come away from the door.

"You need to be quiet," Mr Schue whispered, "go and sit down on the floor. Near the wall…here, pull this piano, quickly now, Quinn, over here, come on, Blaine-" Mr Schue was conducting orders but Blaine wasn't listening. His heart was beating so fast, he had to find Kurt. He couldn't let anything happen to him, what would he tell Burt? That he'd let his son get hurt, get killed in school. No, no, he couldn't let that happen, he had to find Kurt.

"Mr Schue, I have to-" he began but then no words came out. He stumbled forward as dread filled the pit of his stomach again. He could still hear the screams and cries of other students outside but none of it mattered. He could hear his friends around, whispering the same thing. That they needed to go and help the others. A mist of panic clouded his vision, everywhere he looked. He could hear someone crying, Rachel maybe. Tina? No, because Tina and Kurt were out there, trapped. Or dead even.

A horrific picture filled Blaine's mind. Kurt lying slumped against the lockers, a pool of blood on his shirt from where the bullet had entered his skin. Then he was bent over, dry heaving in the middle of the choir room.

Finn was at his side. "Blaine, you need to pull it together. Listen to Mr. Schue, he knows what he's doing. Kurt will be OK, he's strong. But we need you to be strong now too. Look, you're scaring everyone" Finn gestured towards Rachel who sobbing uncontrollably in the corner, as Mr. Schue was reassuring her and telling her she need to calm down. She made eye contact with Blaine who tried to understand what Finn had said and give her a weak smile. Finn grabbed his shoulder and pulled him up, as they crouched over to the corner where Rachel, Mr Schue, Quinn, Puck and Artie sat, huddled together behind the piano. In the opposite corner, Blaine could see Santana, who was crying and holding Brittany in her arms, sat next to Mike, who was being held down by Sam. Every so often, he'd struggle against the other boy, obviously trying to get up and go and find Tina.

An hour had past. Or was it just a few minutes, Blaine didn't know. Had no concept of time as he sat, hugging his knees to his chest, slightly rocking forwards and backwards. Reliving the last conversation he'd had with Kurt. The hallway outside had fallen quiet, and Blaine finally had a chance to really think about Kurt and Tina. Were they still in the bathroom? Had Kurt instructed Tina to hide in the cubicle, sit with her legs up so she couldn't be seen, as he did the same in the next one. Or had they left the toilet, were they on their way to the choir room and hidden in a classroom? What was going through Kurt's head at the moment? Was he thinking about Blaine? Was Kurt still alive?

Blaine's thoughts were interrupted by another gun shot. It echoed around the hallways of the school and inside each classroom. A collective gasp from the students inside the choir room as yet another shot was fired. Rachel's sobbing got louder and was muffled by Finn pushing her head into his chest and someone else was crying, choking and moaning over and over again.

"No, no…" Blaine started and made to get up. "I have to find him, I have to see if he's OK!" The sick feeling was back inside Blaine and he found himself at the door again.

Hands grabbed his shoulders, just as he had done to Kurt during their last conversation. They were pulling him away from the door, but he fought to get there, "I HAVE TO FIND HIM." Blaine struggled against the arms, pushing against the bodies of people trying to stop him. Why couldn't they understand? His heart screamed to be Kurt, to find out what was going on. Anger began to build inside of him and he pushed his way through. An inhuman strength he didn't know he possessed took over his body. All he knew was to get to Kurt, and he would do it.

He kicked, and elbowed behind him, he heard his friends cry with pain as he hit them but he didn't care because they were letting go and soon he would be with Kurt. Seeing an opening in front of him, he lunged forward and grasped the door handle.

The last thing he heard from inside the choir room was a mix of shouts, cries and screams. He glanced back, saw Puck, Finn and Mr Schue were hunched over in pain, holding their ribs, where Blaine had obviously hit them. Rachel was on the floor still shaking her head and sobbing at Blaine, telling him not to go out there. Mike had followed him to the door; he was panting and crying, looking like he'd put up a fight to get to Blaine's side.

Blaine turned to back to the door and twisted the handle, his heart racing inside of his chest. He finally took this moment to realise what he was about to do; he could be killed out there. All thoughts vanished from his head as he pulled open the door, and slipped outside with Mike on his heels. The last sound he heard, before the door banged closed, echoing down the silent corridor sounding as loud as the shots fired earlier, was Mr Schue calling his name one last time. And then there was silence.

Kurt's face flashed into Blaine's head as yet another gun shot was fired. But this time it was different. It was closer to where Blaine stood in the corridor. And followed by a high pitch scream.

A.N - Reviews are much appreciated, thank you