So, as I said, here is the third and final chapter of 'Only Shooting Stars Break the Mould'. However the epilogue should be up later today. It is, however, still a work in progress so I make no promises.

DISCLAIMER: Since yesterday I have still not acquired the rights to own glee.


The silence in the auditorium was broken by the ringing of Brody's phone. He raised it to his ear, and the New Directions listened with baited breath. From the expression on Brody's face, his negotiations didn't seem to be going very well. Everyone looked intently at Brody as he hung up the phone, except Kurt who had buried his head in Santana's shoulder and was weeping silently.

"You leave me no choice." He put the phone down on the piano. "What are you all looking at?" Everyone averted their gaze from Brody, except Santana who stared at him coldly.


"What was it like, growing up?" Kitty's voice broke the silence. She'd overcome her shock and began using the techniques her mum had taught her for such a situation.

"Excuse me?" asked Brody, turning to look at Kitty.

"What was your childhood like? Did you have any siblings? What did you like to do?"

"I had a younger sister." Brody swung himself back up on the piano. "Georgie. She was my world. I used to watch her play. She'd run around lost in her imagination. She was never unhappy."

"What would Georgie think now?" Ryder spoke up. "How would you feel if Blaine was your little brother?" Brody clenched the gun tighter and jumped down from the piano.

"You can't turn this on me," he sneered. "Kurt deserves to suffer like this. He deserves this pain after everything he did. And when it's all over, Santana will feel so guilty. Her self-loathing will burn inside. She'll never be able to forget the look on Kurt's face, the sight of Blaine's body, the panic as one I by one I shoot every single damn one of you -"

Brody broke off and whirled around. "Stay away." He warned. As Brody had been speaking Kurt had slowly shuffled towards his boyfriend.

"Look at him, please," Santana begged, "He needs help." Finn wasn't sure if Santana was referring to Blaine or Kurt, but he nodded in agreement. Brody's eyes shifted to Blaine, and then back to Santana.

"No." Kurt shuffled forwards regardless. Brody pulled the trigger, shooting Blaine in the leg. Kurt gasped. "Backwards, now." Brody gestured with the gun. Slowly Kurt stood up. In one swift movement he grabbed the bar chair from behind him and charged towards Brody, rage burning in his eyes. Brody aimed the gun at the New Directions, his eyes still on Kurt, and fired. There was a yell of pain and Kurt's attention was diverted. Brody stepped forwards, taking advantage of the distraction, and pushed Kurt, who promptly fell backwards onto the floor, the chair crashing onto the stage next to him.

With Brody's attention on Kurt, Finn grabbed hold of an iron bar lying under the piano. It looked like one of the props from Grease. As Brody lunged forwards, pushing Kurt to the stage, Finn charged and swung the bar, knocking Brody out cold. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief as the gun dropped from Brody's hand and clattered across the stage. Then everything happened at once. Kurt pushed himself up and crawled over to Blaine, pulling the boy into his arms, sobbing uncontrollably. Finn dropped the iron and staggered backwards onto the piano stool. And Tina screamed.

Everyone looked over and saw Sam sprawled out on the stage, blood staining the shoulder of his shirt. Marley curled tightly into Jake's arms as Ryder and Sugar hurried over. From atop of the piano the phone began to ring. Kitty stood up and went over to the phone.

"Hello?"

"Kitty?" Her mum's voice sounded clear on the other end of the phone. "We heard gunshots. Are you OK? Is everyone OK?" Kitty looked around at her companions, friends. Finn was stunned into silence, looking pale as a ghost at the piano. Marley was curled up tight in Jake's embrace whilst Artie was comforting a pale looking Tina. The other New Directions had surrounded where Sam lay, and she could hear his moans. Santana held Brittany's head in her hands and the pair were staring at each other. Finally she turned to her left where Kurt had wrapped his arms protectively over Blaine's torso. She'd never seen Blaine so broken, and Kurt was pale and looked zoned out as he sat on the stage, his boyfriend's head on his knees, rocking. A tear slipped from her eye. "No, Mum," she replied, tears falling freely down her face, "we're all broken."

"The gunman, Kitty. I need you to tell me where he is." Kitty looked at the area of the stage she had previously been avoiding.

"He's-" She paused. "Finn took him out. It was self-defence. He won't be out for long, I- we need you, Mum."

"The officers are on their way in, sweetheart." And with that she hung up. Kitty collapsed to the floor, and sobbed quietly to herself, before she felt some strong arms pull her into an embrace. Jake. Marley joined in the hug as well, finding comfort in each other.


It took less than two minutes for the auditorium to flood with the armed response team. Kitty's mother followed closely behind, and quickly pulled her daughter into a tight embrace, whilst her team dealt with the other New Directions.

When Kitty turned back from her mother's embrace the stage was a hive of activity. A paramedic was talking calmly to Finn, who just continued to stare at the stage ahead. Sam was on a stretcher, oxygen mask on, and heavy bandaging around his injured shoulder. Artie was holding Tina on his lap as one of the officer's was talking to them. Another officer was leading Jake and Marley from the room, arm in arm. Ryder sat with Sugar as a paramedic soothed her, but nothing seemed to calm the girl's sobbing. There had been little change at the front of the stage though. Two paramedics and an officer had approached Kurt and Blaine, but Kurt still clung tightly onto Blaine, and Blaine was out cold. She shuddered and turned back into her mother's embrace.


So I will have the epilogue up by the end of the week. Enjoy tonight's glee everybody! :D