Mr. Shue fumbled with his keys as he tried to unlock the teachers' lounge. Emma, Mercedes and Matt were counting on him to get them to safety and he couldn't let them down. As he found the right key they froze when they heard the sound of a gun cocking. Slowly they turned to see Ken staring them down with his gun pointed. Emma let out a soft scream making Ken glare at her with a pleased smirk.

"Hey Mr. Shue." He greeted casually.

"K-Ken, you shouldn't be doing this." Will said softly.

"Why not? I already killed like 5 other people." Ken said like it meant nothing.

"We could help you; you just need to put the gun down." Will tried to reason.

"Can't do that Mr. Shue, if I do then the other guy's might beat my score." This made their blood run cold. They thought of this as a game?

"T-this isn't a game Kenneth." Emma told him.

"Sure it is Ms. P, I mean to the jocks we were a game. How many slushies in one day? How many dumpster drops? Why can't we have a game for them?" Ken asked innocently.

"This isn't right." Mercedes said trying to keep herself together.

Ken stepped closer making them all shrink together. "You know what Aretha? I don't much care."

Matt swallowed thickly but glared at how Ken refereed to his girlfriend. He looked around for a way out. He saw only one; the window. Taking a deep breath he ran past Ken and jammed his shoulder as hard as he could against the glass, it shattered upon impact sending Matt falling out. Mercedes screamed when her boyfriend disappeared. Ken looked distracted by Matt's sudden action, it would be painful but they all had to use this opportunity. Mr. Shue and Emma seemed to notice the same thing. The two clasped hands and ran with Mercedes past Ken and out the window. Ken was yelling angrily and shooting crazily at them but they hit the grass below, gasping in pain at the impact and shattered glass cutting their skin. Matt quickly helped them up with his bloody hands.

"I see the barricade, we have to run." He looked up at the window. "Quick!" Ken was there and shooting at them

The barrage of bullets hit the grass but one landed in Mr. Shue's left arm and one hit Matt's shoulder but he kept running despite the pain. Emma suddenly screamed and fell. Turning Mr. Shue saw that one of the bullets had gotten her ankle. He scooped her up and ran to catch up with Mercedes and Matt.


Burt and Carole stood with other worried parents behind the barricade while the police stood around uselessly discussing how to get in. Nothing was happening except how Lauren had appeared a while ago with Artie in her arms. Then a little bit ago Santana and Brittany had run towards the barricades and were rushed to an ambulance because Brittany was covered in blood. But it turned out to be someone else's so now they were surrounded by their families. Annoyed Burt stormed towards the Sargent.

"Have you decided what the hell you're going to do?" he demanded. He was 2 minutes short of storming the school himself.

"Sir you need to back up," the Sargent said brushing him off.

"My sons are in there! You better do something or I will." Burt growled.

"Wait someone's coming!" someone called.

Shoving some officers aside Burt searched till he saw a bulky figure with two smaller figures beside him running towards the barricades.

"Dad!" a voice screamed. It was Kurt.

Burt shoved through the barricade and ran towards Kurt. Despite the polices' protests he kept running till he reached Kurt and scooped him up into his arms like he was a child. Kurt broke down into sobs against his father's strong shoulder. David and Blaine who were with Kurt pulled the two back towards the barricade and safety. Once behind the barricades Carole enveloped her husband and stepson with sobs of relief. David was grabbed by his parents in a tear filled hug while Blaine stood off to the side awkwardly. Ms. Karofsky grabbed his arm and yanked him into the hug as well. The SWAT team pulled up as the families reunited. Kurt stayed in his father and Carole's arms, refusing to let them go. He sobbed as he thought of what could have happened to Sam.

"Mom! Burt!" a voice yelled, looking towards the school they saw Finn running towards the barricades with Quinn and Rachel's hands still in his and Mike and Tina close behind.

Carole released Kurt to run to the barricade. "Fin!" she screamed in relief.

Once the 5 were through the barricade Carole pulled her son down into her arms and cried into his chest in relief. Burt and Kurt, who was still in his father's arms, went over to the other half of their family and embraced. Rachel was snatched up by both her fathers while Quinn was pulled into her mother's arms, both girls cried at being reunited with their loved ones. Mike embraced his mother while Tina was embraced by both her parents. As the crowd of worried parents remained staring at the school shots suddenly rang out, everyone dropped to the ground as the police and SWAT raised their guns. They heard a scream and looked towards the school Mercedes and Matt ran towards the barricades scratched up, bloody but alive! Not far behind were Mr. Shue with a bloody arm and Ms. Pillsbury in his arms with a bloody ankle. As soon as they were behind the barricades EMTS ushered them towards the ambulance to get checked out while their families followed to embrace their children once they were patched up. The EMTS determined that they would have to go to the hospital and loaded the four up and drove off. Mercedes and Matt's parents hopped in their cars to follow the ambulance.


Sam directed Dale down the hall towards the emergency exit but as he reached the door someone slammed into him making him and Dale fall over. He moved swiftly to point the gun at whoever it was.

"Dude, chill it's me."

It was Puck. He lowered the gun. Puck was bloody and holding his side with one hand and a gun with the other. Sam slowly stood up and pulled Dale with him.

"What happened to you?" Sam asked looking Puck over.

"Carl shot me, after he shot me I tackled him," he paused turning white at the memory. "We fought for the gun and…" Sam filled in the rest for himself. He let go of Dale to hug his best friend.

"You did what you had to dude; it was either you or him. I much more prefer you." Sam reassured him

Puck chuckled and nodded. He grabbed Dale's arm and helped Sam drag him towards the doors. They halted when they heard wild gunfire overhead. They hugged the wall till it stopped.

"This needs to stop," Puck said suddenly.

"What do you mean?" Sam asked dragging Dale again.

"The fucking cops are out there but they aren't doing shit! Carl's dead, Dale's captured, we got to take Ken out." Puck explained looking at the ceiling.

"Dude you're injured." The blond exclaimed.

"I don't care, if we walk out these doors and leave him here with all these people, who knows what he'll do." Puck said staring towards the stairs.

"I know what you mean, but what can we do?" Sam asked, he held Dale tighter when he tried to break away.

"We've got more guns than him; if he's almost out of ammo we can ambush him without firing a shot." Puck said gesturing to the guns they both held. He looked at Dale. "Hey fucker, how much ammo did you guys bring?" Dale sneered and remained quiet. Annoyed Puck grabbed him and brought him close. "This isn't fucking funny anymore, it wasn't funny before. Tell me how much ammo you brought or I swear to god I will kill you now."

"Only 2 clips," Dale snarled.

Puck did the math in his head. "He should almost be out. Based on how many bodies…" he halted and went to vomit in a nearby trashcan. It hadn't hit him till just now that there were bodies of very real people that he saw on a daily basis strewn about the school in the hallways and some on stairs. When he stopped heaving he stood again. "Bodies there are, he'll be out soon."

"What about him?" Sam asked holding up Dale's collar.

Staring at him thoughtfully Puck picked open a nearby locker and ruffled through it. Finding a sharpie he walked back over to Dale and grabbed his face.


The Swat team stood poised to take action. They moved around the perimeter of the school while onlookers stood watching worriedly.

"The emergency door is opening!" Rachel cried pointing towards the school. Her fathers held her closer to them again.

A figured was shoved out the door and slowly made their way towards the barricade. Quinn cried and clutched her mother, it was Dale!

"He's one of the shooters!" she cried to the police.

The cops swarmed Dale whose hands were still restrained. The stared at his face puzzled. On his forehead in thick sharpie was '1 shooter dead, he's shooter 2, shooter 3 still alive.' Clearly someone wanted them to know how many players there were. They tried to untie Dale's hands to cuff him but it proved impossible. They placed the cuffs on his wrist and led him towards a squad car.


Sam checked how many bullets were in Dale's gun, hoping secretly that he wouldn't have to use any. Puck did the same with Carl's but he had a clip that he'd found on Carl, just in case he needed to use to gun before he ran into Sam. They were carefully searching for Ken, they had already ruled out downstairs. As they searched the upper area they were vigilant, no corner unchecked. Puck tried to ignore the burning pain in his side, Sam stared at him confused when his breath got ragged.

"I'm fine, we gotta keep moving. This ends now." Puck assured him.

The blond shushed him and strained to listen. He heard stomping. Looking around the corner he saw Ken with a clearly pissed off look on his face. He began banging on classroom doors, Sam could only imagine how scared everyone in there must be. Gesturing for Puck to take the other end of the hall Sam waited till he saw Puck's quick hand movement that he hoped went unnoticed by Ken. Clearly he was distracted, he stepped back and raised his gun towards the door. Sam jumped out pointing his gun.

"Drop the gun Ken!" he yelled.

Ken halted and turned to look at Sam in surprise but quickly replaced it with a smirk.

"Well hello there." He greeted.

"This stops now Ken," Sam said stepping towards him slowly, cautiously.

"No it doesn't, I haven't had the full extent of my fun yet. Where are Carl and Dale?" he asked.

"Carl's dead, Dale's in custody." Sam informed him.

"Figured Carl bit it first, Dale was actually strong. Didn't think he'd get caught alive." Ken said sounding not the least bit surprised or worried.

"This isn't a game Ken, you all killed real people today." The blond said glaring; he stopped walking and stood a foot from Ken. Puck was peeking around the corner; slowly Sam nodded because Ken was distracted.

"I thought it was fun, Carl, Dale, and I had a system made up. Points for fast kills, slow kills, hell even major points for headshots. I got one of those." There was an unnatural smirk on Ken's face.

Sam paled as he stared at Ken. "Why are you doing this? You were always so nice, why are you so pleased with what you've done?"

Ken's pleased smile dropped. "Because since freshmen year I've been slushied, been called names, had stuff stolen, dropped in dumpsters and I got sick of it!"

Puck was slowly making his way towards Ken, occasionally stopping to mind his wound but didn't let himself get noticed.

"Then one day about a year ago Dale, Carl and I were dropped in the dumpster out front together. We got to talking and found that we had a lot in common; same interests, same intelligence, and same desire for vengeance." Ken said smirking at the memory. He lifted the gun and pointed it at.

Before he could pull the trigger Puck pressed his gun against the back of Ken's skull. "You pull that trigger and I pull this one." He said darkly.

Frowning in annoyance Ken lowered his gun. Sam snatched it from him and turned the safety on. He stuck it in his pocket while Puck locked his arms behind his back like a wrestled would do when pining an opponent, dating chick wrestler had its perks! They led him down the stairs and decided to go out the front door. They passed Figgins' office and saw him laying outside his office in the hallway. Sue was sitting in Figgins' office with her back to his body. It was probably too painful to look at him they could just make out Becky hiding under the desk shaking. Sam opened the door and smiled sadly at Sue.

"They're gone; one's dead, the other is with the cops and we took care of this fucker ourselves." Sam told her gesturing to Puck who was still holding the struggling Ken.

Sue glanced at him with venom in her eyes before looking back at Sam with a slow nod. She grabbed the intercom as they left the office.

"The storm has passed; you have Samuel Evans and Noah Pukerman to thank. You can all leave your classrooms. Teachers make damn sure all the students keep their eyes closed, students do not open your eyes till you exit the school." Sue's announcement tugged Sam and Puck's hearts.

When they exited the school the rush of cool air washed over them. Puck sneered when he saw the cops and SWAT team hanging around the barricade, useless pieces of garbage. He shoved Ken harshly, but stopped to pant heavily, his wound was really starting to burn now.

"Want me to hold him man?" Sam asked concerned.

"No, I'm fine. Want my woman to see me being badass as always." Puck smirked despite his pain.

Sam just rolled his eyes but nodded. They both forced Ken towards the approaching police. Sam handed over the three guns carefully. The officers stared at them suspiciously but then took Ken and cuffed him.

As they dragged him away Puck slung an arm around Sam's shoulders and leaned on him for support. His adrenaline had worn off. Sam didn't mind hauling his best friend the reset of the way to the barricade. Once behind it Puck was snatched by EMTs, Sam assured them that he was fine and was instantly grabbed by a short brunette. His lips were locked to a pair of familiar albeit salty lips. He wrapped his arms firmly around Kurt's waist and pulled him closer. The kiss was filled with longing and reassurance, as if to prove that Sam truly was there. When they pulled away Sam stared into beautiful yet glassy eyes. While Kurt broke down with relief into his arms Sam's parents rushed over and hugged him. His mother rained kisses all over his hair and face while his father held him and Kurt in a bear hug. Sam thanked whoever he could for surviving and making sure everyone was safe.