A/N Whew, well this is the episode I've been dreading to write. I know this is a little shorter but I had to stop it where it ends... Anyways a while ago one of my lovely readers asked if I could not have Finn die in this like in the TV show and I wonder whether you guys could tell me your thoughts. Should Finn stay in this story? I'll take any and all imput. :)

Thanks for all of your ongoing support.

I don't own anything to do with Glee. Apart from my DVD box sets. And possibly a calendar...

Chapter Eleven

Blaine had wanted to get home quickly after coming into McKinley at lunchtime to say his goodbyes to his friends, but both Sam and Tina were having none of that.

"You are staying for glee mister." Tina sternly told him and he sighed. He wanted to get home to his things and Kurt. God how he wanted to see Kurt again. When his friends had vanished for their afternoon classes he took off to find Sue. He needed to know whether he had to warn his friends about the impending gunshots or not. Hopefully the coach will have taken him seriously but he was never sure with that woman. She was a law unto herself. Seeing she was in her office he rapped lightly on the door with his knuckles, opening it wide even before hearing her voice call out to come in.

"Mr Anderson. I thought you had gone home. What do you want now?" Sue asked, irritation evident on her face.

"I needed to know whether you had had a talk with Becky about, you know..." He watched her intently as she softened a little, taking her glasses that were perched on the end of her nose off and gesturing for him to take a seat.

"I did. Thank you Blaine. I... I guess I owe you one for that. She admitted to being very scared but I've talked to her and managed to calm her down. We are looking into things she can do after graduation. You know, I'm not going to ask you how you knew this stuff even though I'm insanely curious but, well, just know you are one in a million Blaine Devon Anderson. Now get the hell out of my office before I dry heave into my waste paper basket at the slushiness this conversation has turned into." Blaine smiled affectionately as he chuckled at the cheerleading coach. She really was unique to say the least. He didn't think he would ever meet another quite like Sue Sylvester...


Kurt was tidying his room for the fifth time that afternoon. He had not been able to sit still since returning from NYADA that day due to the butterflies flying around in his stomach, churning it up at an incredible pace. Blaine was coming home. His Blaine. Well, at least he thought he was still his Blaine. He hadn't realised quite how much he missed him till he had heard his voice on the other end after not having spoken to him in almost a week. And that song... He had gone through almost a box of tissues watching and re watching that song over and over again. He didn't deserve the golden eyed wonder he knew but he was going to make up for it. He was. He had promised himself he would. He was going to beg and grovel till Blaine and he were back to the way they used to be. Like two peas in a pod. Best friends as well as lovers. Santana had even eased off on him when he had told her Blaine was coming home. She had gone as far as giving him a small hug, which had startled him to say the least. She and Blaine really were good friends and if Santana was anything to her close friends, it was loyal. Brittany, Blaine, even Finn. She would fight for them till the bitter end. He was glad that Blaine had that. He didn't have the closeness to his family that a lot of the others had. His friends were basically his family. Sure Blaine's parents loved him but they were career orientated individuals before parents. Always had been and Kurt supposed, always would be. Kurt sighed as he looked around the room again. Something still was not right. It had to be perfect. He started to move things around once again.


Relieved at the fact that Becky was taken care of and that there wouldn't be a school shooting, Blaine could relax as he took his seat in the choir room for his last glee meeting before going back. Mr Shue had greeted him warmly and thanked him for stepping in last week to coach the club to which he modestly told him that it was no big deal. Which it wasn't. Not really. He loved all those guys. Even the newbies. He really shouldn't call them newbies any more when they had been there for well over half of a school year now, but he couldn't help it. He had been the 'newbie' for the entire time he had been there till someone new had joined that was. It had been quite a few months, he remembered that at least.

He watched as everyone trickled in, leaving only Brittany, who had apparently announced that morning that the world was coming to an end with a giant asteroid/meteor/space thing crashing down to Earth, and Tina left to get there. Everybody looked casual as they sat chatting. Clearly no one was worried by Brittany's prediction... Well, no one but Sam, who sat worrying his bottom lip.

"Sam, we are not going to die from something crashing into Earth. Not right now anyway." Blaine told him, rolling his eyes and smirking at the boys innocence as his eyes widened.

"Really? It's not. Oh thank God." Sam's shoulders visibly lowered as he relaxed, the worry ebbing out of him. Chuckling, Blaine patted his friends knee and turned to Mr Shue, who looked like he was just about ready for the lesson. Whatever that was going to be. He turned round rubbing his hands together.

"Alright, let's get started!" Mr Shue exclaimed, clapping his hands together when the first gun shot was heard, followed by a blood curdling scream. Blaine's head whipped toward the door, his eyes wide with shock. No this can't be happening. Sue talked to Becky. Besides, its the wrong day...

"Dude..." Sam breathed out to Blaine, looking terrified, yet hope was shining in his eyes for Blaine to tell him everything would be ok. Blaine couldn't do that though as a second and then repeated gun shots echoed throughout the building, the screams getting louder as they heard everyone outside in the halls panicking. Brittany thankfully was hovering in the doorway when the first gun shot happened and dove into the classroom.

Mr Shue, taking over in his calm teacher voice, told everyone to hide, to find a place and stay there, as he closed the doors, barricading them and putting the blinds down in the office beside glee club. Blaine, without thinking, grabbed Artie's wheelchair, wheeling him quickly to the other side of the room and then moving the piano as he had done the previous time so they had some cover. He pulled Artie out of his seat, not caring if he bruised the boy at all as he lay him down then seating himself beside his friend, Sam on the other side of Artie with Brittany, looking really tearful.

As Blaine sat on Artie's left hand side he felt the strong hand of Sam clamp down on his arm, his blue eyes showing the terror of what was happening. They could hear more gun shots outside, more screams and he knew tears were freely flowing down his face as he watched as Sam started crying as well.

"...Blaine did this..." Blaine shook his head, knowing exactly what Sam was asking him. This was different than before. Is this because he had told Sue about Becky? Is this what happened when you meddled with what was supposed to happen? This time it sounded like a real gun man outside, which meant they could easily die.

"Did this what?" Artie whispered into his ear but he just shook his head once more. He couldn't speak. He was too petrified. He heard the sniffles around him as they heard the gun shots ring out and he immediately remembered. Tina wasn't there. What if she didn't get out in time? What if one of the screams was her? Sobs erupted from his chest, bubbling out. If only he had left earlier. He wouldn't be here at all. But he couldn't think of his friends in this situation and him not being there too. That would be so wrong. They had all gone through it together before. It was fate that they would once again. Blaine saw that Artie turned to Sam trying to uncover there cryptic conversation, but the blonde was not giving up any secrets either. When they all heard the handle of one of the doors rattle in quick succession in what was probably an act of sheer panic and desperation Blaine could hear the others gasp and jump. All he could do was bring his phone out and text Tina and Kurt, hoping that at least one of them would reply back. Please let them reply...


Kurt pounced on his phone when he heard the text alert come in. Oh please let this be Blaine. He had text yesterday that he might come home a little bit earlier and Kurt really hoped that was true because right now he was becoming more then a little obsessive in his tidying of the flat. So much so that the girls had gone out in a huff when he told them they couldn't use any of the kitchenware as he had cleaned them all. Or in fact the kitchen. Or the bathroom. Feeling that they were not able to do anything in the apartment without Kurt following them around with a dust buster they had told him sharply that they were going out and to text them both when Blaine got back. Hopefully then some semblance of normalcy would descend upon the apartment again on the curly haired boys arrival.

He quickly opened his message bank to read Blaine's text. What he read shocked him to his core. Frozen in horror, Kurt dropped his phone and moaned aloud as the tears filled in his eyes, and his heart constricted. He clutched at his chest as he collapsed where he was standing in the kitchen. Gingerly picking his phone up again he looked over the text. The words had unfortunately not changed.

Shooter in the school. I don't know if I'll get out. I love you.

Great wrenching sobs erupted from him as his thoughts flew into his mind. Images of Blaine lying in his own pool of blood, dying from a gunshot wound. Closing his eyes, Kurt started almost clawing them out, not wanting to picture the various scenes of what might happen to the man that he loved. He had been an idiot and now he might never see his beautiful, wondrous, awe inspiring, talented, compassionate, kind, gentle Blaine again. It was too much. He couldn't handle it. The thought of losing him forever was overwhelming. It was at this precise moment in time that he realised that he couldn't live without Blaine in his life. He just couldn't. They were two halves of a whole. Scrambling up he ran to his room to claim his laptop, flinging the screen wide open and switching it on. He could feel his hands shaking as he dialled his fathers number at the garage to reach him and get him to pick him up at the airport. He was coming home to Lima. He had to see Blaine. He didn't care about anything else. He had to see him. As his fathers voice filled the other end of the line he let out another ear splitting sob.

"Kurt? Is that you? What the hell is going on?" Burt questioned his son, sounding more than a little worried and very protective. He may not have known everything that had happened between the two boys lately but if this was Blaine's doing that boy was in for a nasty surprise.

"It's Blaine. He's at McKinley. There's a shooter. Please dad, I need to come home. Please pick me up." Kurt managed to choke out before disolving into hysterics.

"Wait, what? There's a shooter at McKinley? Is he alright? Of course I'll pick you up. I'll get going as soon as you hang up kiddo."

"Thank you dad. I'll talk to you more when I see you. I might know more then." Kurt calmed himself, booking his tickets to Columbus as he said his goodbyes to his father, dumping his phone on the bed as he ran into the boys shared room and grabbing his suitcase, throwing anything into it, not caring what it was. Once finished he shakily replied to Blaine's text from earlier as the realisation came that he hadn't before.

Are you safe? Please tell me you're ok. I love you too. I'm on my way. See you soon. X

The tall, lean young man didn't even leave a note for the girls for when they returned, his head was too full of worry for Blaine's safety. For his life. He was so worried that he forgot to think of telling them both at all. He clutched at his phone, keeping it beside his chest as he caught the subway to JFK. His journey home beginning.


He could hear the gunshots getting louder and the girls beside him getting more and more hysterical as both Ryder and Jake tried to calm them all down. Brittany was clinging to Sam for all he was worth and he could hear Artie's laboured breathing, which sounding almost as loud as a jet plane taking off. He heard a bang on the door, as though someone was ramming against it and a loud shriek came out of Marley's mouth. Mr Shue uselessly shushed the younger students as the fear grew to palpable proportions in the room. Gulping, thinking that these could be his last moments Blaine turned onto his side, staring intensely into Sam's knowing eyes. Communication seemed to pass between the two silently, only their eyes giving themselves away. Sam grabbed Brittany and twisted her till she was right in Artie's lap, putting her head down as she curled up into the smallest ball you could imagine. Sam clung to both Artie and Brittany, enveloping them with his body on the whole of their right hand side, using his left hand to shove Artie's head down and placing his on top so the boy couldn't move it back up. Blaine, nodding at Sam, proceeded to do the same on the other side, blocking both Artie and Brittany inside their bodies, hopefully to keep them safe from harm.

"I love you dude." Sam whispered, placing his forehead on Blaine's, his right hand entwining itself with Blaine's.

"I love you too Sammy." He gave who he thought of as his brother a watery smile as they heard gunshots fire through the wooden door, splintering the wood. The screams that came out of the girls chests were all Blaine could hear as he stared into the baby blue of Sam's eyes. Probably for the last time. He heard the crash of the door as it caved in and then the first shot in the room rang out...