-Dun dun dun. I STILL DON'T OWN ANYTHING-

Rachel watched in horror as Blaine crumpled to the ground, bleeding from a gunshot wound in his side. She screamed, but no sound escaped her lips. Everything was fuzzy. She could hear Finn, shouting something. She wanted to shout back to him. But she couldn't move. Everything seemed to be going in slow motion. Nothing felt right.

"Rachel! Rachel!" Finn was shaking her now, his hands on her shoulders.

"Finn. I... Blaine." She stuttered.

"I know. Puck's got him." Finn helped her to her feet. She looked over to where Puck had scooped Blaine into his arms.

"We need to get him to the infirmary!" Puck shouted, as he began running towards the building. Finn grabbed Rachel's hand and they followed.

"I need help! He was shot!" Puck looked around desperately, hoping one of the guards would come over to them.

"He's gonna be Ok. He has to be. He can't.. Kurt will never forgive me." Finn muttered, eyes wide. The stream of crimson coming from Blaine's side did nothing to convince Finn that everything was going to be Ok.

"Please no." Rachel whispered. A guard ran up to them.

"What happened?"

"What do you think? He was shot in the riot!" Puck shouted.

"Ok. We can take him to the infirmary." The guard went to take Blaine from Puck.

"No. We're going with him." Puck started walking towards the infirmary.

"You are not allowed back there unless you have been injured yourself." The guard barked.

"Listen to me. This is the boyfriend of my best friend's step-brother. He's a part of this crazy dysfunctional family, along with Finn and Rachel, and everyone who is safe in Chicago. We are all going to go with him, and be with him. We are going to get to use the phone to call the others and let them know what's happened. And if you try to stop us, I will personally report you to Senator Sylvester when she comes to visit us again."

The guard's eyes grew wide, and he nodded."Follow me." He led them to the infirmary, where a plump elderly woman took one look at Blaine and proclaimed:

"He needs to go into intensive care."

She pressed some buttons on the desk, and gestured them into a room with many beeping machines.

"He was shot." It wasn't a question.

"Yes." Finn said. The woman took some bandages from out of a cupboard, and took Blaine's shirt off. She proceeded to clean the wound, and wrapped it.

"The bullet passed through. It didn't hit any vital organs, but it did go through some arteries, which counts for the blood loss. He'll need a transfusion." She looked at her watch, then turned to the guard.

"The ambulance should be here in about 5 minutes."The guard nodded, and went out to meet it. The woman turned to Rachel, Puck, and Finn.

"You're this boy's friends?"

"Yeah." Rachel nodded.

"Here on the glee-club law. It's a disgrace, really. You're kids, you should be allowed to do whatever you please." The others nodded."I suppose you want to use a phone to call the ones that got out. There's one in the outer office. Go ahead and use it. I trust you won't try anything funny. I mean, what are you gonna do, sing me to death?" The woman gestured them away.

"Thank you." Finn smiled at her, and they went out to the phone. Finn dialed Kurt's cell phone number.

"Hello, this is Kurt."

"Kurt? It's Finn."

"Finn? What happened?"

"Are you sitting down?"

"Finn..."

"Blaine was shot. There was a riot, and he was protecting Rachel. He's gonna be Ok, he lost a lot of blood, but he's gonna be fine." There was silence on the other end."Kurt?"

"He was shot?" Kurt's voice was barely over a whisper.

"But he's gonna be Ok. He's going to the hospital."

"I- He- Finn?"

"Yeah?"

"Just... Tell him I love him? Tell him that if I could I would be there with him, but I can't, so tell him I love him?"

"Of course."

"Ok. Thank you. Thank you for telling me."

"I knew you'd want to know. Also, yours is the only number I really have memorized besides Rachel's and my Mom's."

"Finn, you goofball."

"Bye Kurt."

"Bye."Finn hung up, and turned to Puck and Rachel."Wanna make any calls?"Rachel shook her head, as did Puck.

"I don't think there's anything anyone else wants to know." Puck said. Just then the guard came back in, followed by two paramedics.

"He's back here." The three men went into the inner room, and came out seconds later, with Blaine on a stretcher.

"Blaine! I just called Kurt. He says he loves you." Finn told Blaine as the EMTs carried him out. Blaine's eyelids flickered.

"He'll be Ok. He's in good hands at the hospital." The woman told Rachel, Finn, and Puck. They nodded.

"Back to your cells. The entire prison is on lockdown." The guard led them to their cells.

"She's right. He's gonna be fine." The guard said, as he locked the doors. That night, the three of them worried, and slept restlessly.

-Ooooooooh. What's gonna happen? Also, the next chapters gonna revolve around those who escaped.-