Wow, what an amazing episode! By far the best put-together episode of the entire series, in my opinion. But, there were still empty spots for me, and thus, here is Fifteen More Minutes of Shooting Star!

Note: The events depicted by the student government are off-screen things, and they will not appear in future chapters.

Shooting, Sugar's POV

Blaine, Sam, Tina, and Sugar were in the student services office for their Student Government meeting.

"The junior prom is scheduled for next week," Tina said.

"I wish I could go," Sugar sighed. "But sophomore banquet was a huge success last month."

"Next order of business, Sugar, what's the expenditure estimates for the upcoming Senior Ball?" Blaine asked.

"The seniors have about eleven-hundred dollars left in their budget," Sugar said.

"That's kind of low, but can we please move it out of the school?" Tina asked. "We've been having proms and formal events in our school gym, and it's really boring. I have a list of hotel and golf course ballroom suggestions."

"Principal Figgins would charge about four-hundred to have it here," Sugar said. "But I think you guys could afford to have it at the Lima Golf Course ballroom. Just charge out-of-class and out-of-school dates, and you won't have to give up that much of a chunk of the seniors' budget."

"And finally, Principal Figgins is bringing back the system of electing next year's officers during this school year," Sam said. "It's how most schools do things unless an opening opens up over the summer."

"Usually when we do it the other way and elect officers at the beginning of the year, student activities aren't planned well because it doesn't allow for summer and earlier planning," Blaine explained.

"I want my position as Treasurer back!" Sugar exclaimed excitedly.

"Well, sign-up dates last for the next two weeks, with elections happening on the last week of school, allowing the newly elected president to address the student body on the last day of school," Tina said.

"Fantastic!" Blaine exclaimed. "Alright, I think that's it. Sugar, just fill in the expenditure chart for Senior Ball and get it to Principal Figgins by Friday."

"Will do!" Sugar exclaimed.

After Sam and Tina exited the room, Blaine stayed back to help Sugar stack papers and deposit pens back into containers.

"So, are you coming back to Glee rehearsal any time soon?" Blaine asked.

"Um…" Sugar hesitated. "I don't think I'll be coming this week. Sorry, Blaine."

"If there's anything I can do to make you feel like coming to practices is worth it, then please, let me know," Blaine said.

Sugar shook her head. "I don't think it's a problem that anyone would be willing to fix. Clearly you've picked your eight stars, five of which only just joined this year."

Blaine sighed as Sugar marched out the door.

"I'll definitely be back for Regionals though!" Sugar exclaimed.

Sugar boarded the school bus home right after school ended, while everyone else was getting ready for Glee practice.

This time, Sugar chose a seat at the front of the bus, where all the quiet kids sat. She could hear the bus driver's radio perfectly.

Behind her, Sugar could tell something was wrong. Phones were buzzing and ringing non-stop.

"Breaking news," a voice on the radio said. "We are receiving reports that McKinley High School in Lima is under a lock down, reportedly because of gunshots being fired on the campus."

Sugar gasped and clasped her hands over her mouth, her eyes widening in fright.

She plunged her hand into her bag and pulled out her phone.

"I hrd ur school is on lockdown. Plz tell me ur ok!"

It was a message from her dad, Al Motta. Tears began spilling from Sugar's eyes, because though she knew she was safe, she had no clue about the fate of the only real friends Sugar had in school: New Directions.

Shooting, Tina's POV, Part 1

A big group of the 'active' members of New Directions stood in the hallway: Brittany, Marley, Jake, Kitty, Artie, and Unique.

"Hey Tina!" Artie exclaimed as Tina approached down the hall.

"Hey!" Tina said pleasantly, standing next to Marley at her locker.

"Did you get Mr. Schue's email blast? He's inviting Coach Beiste for our 'last chances' exercises today," Blaine said, arriving back from the student government meeting with Sam.

"I heard," Tina said. "I don't think I'm going."

"What?" Sam asked.

"Why not?" Artie interrogated.

"You guys don't need me there," Tina said. "Obviously we know how this is all gonna go down. Marley and Unique are going to bust out some thrilling powerhouse duet, followed by a brotherly duet by Blaine and Sam, while the rest of us dance circles around them. Isn't that right?"

"That's shockingly true," Kitty mumbled.

"Tina, that's not fair, you don't know what Mr. Schue has planned," Sam said.

"You know what, Sam? It's kind of hard to take those words of encouragement to heart when Glee Club has revolved a lot around you this year," Tina snapped.

"Tina, what's the deal with you; you won Diva week," Blaine said consolingly.

"And I was thrilled, but until I can look back on my high school years and remember how thrilling it was to be in that glorious spotlight, instead of winning an assignment, I don't think I'm going to be wasting my time with Glee Club," Tina said. "Once upon a time when I was a freshman, Rachel quit Glee Club to go star in Cabaret. I think it's about time I follow her lead."

"But this school isn't putting on Cabaret," Unique said.

"Then I'll go showcase my talents elsewhere," Tina said. "The baseball team is looking for a girl to sing the Star Spangled Banner at their next home game. I'm sure I'm more likely to get a talent-based scholarship singing somewhere random than swaying in the background at a show choir competition."

With that, Tina turned on her heel and left.

"She is way out of line," Brittany said.

"Maybe," Kitty said. "Maybe not."

"Come on guys, let's get to rehearsal," Marley said.

The group walked down the hall towards the choir room.

"Well, Tina does have a point, who do you guys think Mr. Schue's going to choose for the leads for Regionals?" Blaine asked.

"No one asked you," Kitty snapped.

Shooting, extended Sue and Becky's POV

"I'm sorry coach!" Becky cried. "I'm sorry!"

"Shh, it's okay," Sue said consolingly. "It's okay; I'll take care of it."

Students were screaming and running into classrooms in every direction down the hallway.

"Okay, Becky, we're going to lock everything up," Sue said, standing up to lock the door, close the blinds, and shut off the lights.

"I'm sorry coach!" Becky continued to cry.

"Becky, don't worry about it!" Sue said quietly, beckoning for Becky to hide under the desk. "Becky, we're going to make this look as real as possible. Don't tell anyone you brought that gun to school, okay? I'll say that it was me, and that it went off on accident. But you cannot tell anyone, got it?"

"Got it coach," Becky whimpered among stifled sobs.

Sue picked up the two shell casings off the ground and stuffed them into her purse. There were two holes in the walls from the bullets. Sue moved a large cheerleading poster over the first hole, and a large tub of protein powder over the second.

Sue was already trying to think of a story to tell anyone who would ask her questions. She wanted to protect Becky, but at the same time, she wanted to protect her career.

Shooting, Figgins's POV

"Yes, we do have an opening for a new football coach for our JV team," Figgins said into the phone. "Yes, please post an online job request, as well as one within the Allen County High School Sports League website."

BANG, BANG!

Figgins's eyes widened.

"Not my school," he said to himself.

Figgins ran into the office, where his secretary was crouched under her desk in fear.

"Get out of there!" Figgins exclaimed. "Everything in here is glass! We're trapped anywhere; we have to get to the nearest classroom!"

"Okay!" the secretary screamed.

"Everybody clear out of the hallways!" Figgins bellowed as the students darted into any open classroom. He launched himself out the exit right down the hall.

"What the hell is going on?" Bobby the jock asked.

"There's some mad man in there about to do everyone in, that's what!" Phil exclaimed.

"Everyone stay clear of the building!" Figgins bellowed urgently before whipping out his cell phone.

"9-1-1, what's your emergency?" the dispatcher at the other end said.

"This is Principal Figgins from McKinley High School," Figgins yelled into the telephone. "We have shots fired. I repeat, we have shots fired. Our school has entered a lockdown. Send police over NOW!"

"Sir, do you know the nature of the shooter?"

"No, I haven't seen a shooter," Principal Figgins said, relaying information to the dispatcher. "So far I've only heard two shots… No, I haven't seen anyone suspicious today… So far everything is quiet. No extra shots— I don't know, just get someone over here!" Figgins exclaimed.

Shooting, Tina's POV, Part 2

"I hate how my childhood is drawing to a close, and I have almost nothing to show for it," Tina said to herself. "I know everyone is tired of my rants, but this is exactly how I felt about Rachel last year. How come she can beg for solos all she wants, but when I do, I'm just being selfish? Oh, that's right. Maybe I'm not as obviously destined for a career for greatness as she is."

BANG, BANG!

Tina froze with fear as she saw students bolting in every direction behind her. The front exit was just a mere hundred feet away from her.

She figured that it was her best bet. Tina bolted for the front door, followed by about two dozen other students. The day outside was crisp and bright, a perfect spring day, yet a cursed spring day. Tina sprinted towards the school bus stop, where she knew she could easily take cover anywhere in the school parking lot.

But as she ran farther away from the front entrance, she could only imagine the circumstances her friends were in back inside the building. As she looked back to the campus, the whole school was blacking out. Curtains were closing, lights were shutting off, and the school was plunging into an eerie silence.

Tears began to pour out of Tina's eyes as she slumped against the school bus, feeling a pang of fear and guilt for what lay in store for her friends trapped in the choir room.

Shooting, Stoner and Dottie's POV

"Hi Brett!" Dottie exclaimed as she approached Brett's locker, where two kids had just run off with a napkin of brownies in their hands, and Brett was stuffing money into his pockets.

"Oh hey!" Brett said. "What's your name again?"

"Um, Dottie!" she said optimistically.

"Oh yeah, like the candy dots, that's right," Brett said. "Hey, do you want a brownie?"

Dottie eyed the pan carefully. "They look delicious! How much are they?"

"Five bucks," Brett said.

"For one square? That's kind of expensive!" Dottie exclaimed.

"Okay, for my Sadie Hawkins date, I'll make it two dollars," Brett said.

"That sounds like a deal!" Dottie exclaimed, handing over two dollars and taking a brownie. "Mmm! Smells delicious!"

BANG, BANG!

"Oh no," Brett panicked. "They'll never take me alive! THOSE WERE HER WEED BROWNIES! I SWEAR! SHE BAKED 'EM!"

"Huh?" Dottie asked, confused, as Brett bolted into a classroom down the hall.

But, there were dozens of students dashing about around her.

"What's going on?" Dottie asked.

"I THINK SOMEONE'S BEEN SHOT!" a Cheerio with a neck brace screamed.

"RUN FOR COVER!"

"GET OUT OF HERE!"

"MS. KAZATORI, GET IN HERE!" Mrs. Bletheim exclaimed from down the hall.

Dottie had finally realized the extremity of her circumstances, and dashed into the Geometry classroom as the doors shut and locked down the hall.

Shooting, Brittany's POV

"All I'm saying is that Tina has a point," Kitty said as she walked into Glee rehearsal. "The whole year, we've been blessed with the soulful voices of Blaine, Sam, Marley, Unique, and Brittany, but we've hardly heard anything from Tina, Joe, and Artie. Artie, I'm surprised you don't complain more often!"

"Though I wish my voice was showcased as often as it was in my freshman year, I'm fine with allowing other talents to be shown, even if it is obviously unfair and quite biased at times," Artie said. "I'm busy with video portfolios for college applications, so it's not as if I've had a lot of time for vocal assignments anyway."

"Guys," I have to go to the bathroom," Brittany said. "I'll be right back."

"You hurry back," Sam said flirtatiously.

"Ugh, keep your sensual talking to yourself," Kitty snapped.

Brittany dashed into the bathroom, where another Cheerio was finished applying her makeup.

"Hey Brittany! What time does practice end tonight?" the Cheerio asked. "My mom's just wondering what time she has to come pick me up."

"Coach Sue's keeping us in until 7:30 to learn the new routine for Nationals," Brittany said.

"Mom?" the Cheerio spoke into the phone. "Cheer Captain says 7:30… I'm sorry, I just found out like literally five seconds ago… Mom, you're always on my back about everything! Yeah… Yeah… Yeah, no need to tell me twice… You know what? Forget it! I'll just walk home if it's too much of a hassle for you. Yeah, whatever, you always—"

BANG, BANG!

Brittany gasped. The other Cheerio dropped her phone into the sink.

"Get into the stall, hurry!" Brittany exclaimed. She and the other Cheerio climbed into the two bathroom stalls at the far end of the bathroom. A boy dashed into the bathroom behind them. Every other teacher in the hall had already locked their doors.

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, we're gonna die!" the boy cried.

"Shh!" Brittany whimpered, tears already starting to stream down her eyes.

"My mom!" the cheerleader cried. "The last thing she heard from me! I was… I was…"

The bathroom fell silent along with the rest of the school. None of the three people in the bathroom made any movement or any sound, except for the occasional stifling of tears.

Shooting, Marissa, Phil & Bobby's POV

Marissa had just finished stuffing two notebooks into her bag when Phil and Bobby, the school's two star bullies, showed up.

"So, we heard through the grapevine that one dyslexic loser football player was singing to one of the prettiest girls in the sophomore class," Bobby said.

"I don't know who you heard that from, and I don't know who you're talking about," Marissa said brightly. "A very polite, caring, handsome, talented boy was singing to me though."

"Same thing," Phil said. "Bottom line is, your reputation is at stake!"

"My reputation?" Marissa asked. "I'm hardly involved in anything around this school. I'm just one of your average preps, though I guess my pedigree in the National Honor Society is a good step up from that."

"Well, imagine how much better your pedicure will be if you were dating a star jock like us," Bobby said. "I could offer you a lot more, and unlike that Ryder Lynn, you wouldn't need to tutor me in 1st grade level reading."

"Um, it's pedigree, and that was really rude," Marissa said. "Out of all the boys in this school, you both are last on my list."

BANG, BANG!

"Come on, bro, let's get outta here!" Phil exclaimed, dragging Bobby down the hall.

Marissa was frozen in fear, only moving closer to a classroom by the pushing and shoving of all the students around her. She eventually ended up in Mr. Klipenger's classroom, where it appeared as if he was just waking up from a deep sleep.

"MR. KLIPENGER!" Marissa exclaimed. "LOCK THE DOOR!"

Marissa ran to the windows and pulled down the curtains and shut off the lights, as Mr. Klipenger slowly locked the door.

Marissa crawled into a corner of the room unseen from the door's front windows.

"Gosh, I wish I took those lockdown drills seriously!" Marissa whispered as she crouched in the darkness, while the rest of the school fell silent.

Shooting, Jacob Ben Israel & Lauren Zizes's POV

The students in the hallway crowded around Jacob Ben Israel and one Lauren Zizes.

"Shalom blogosphere!" Jacob spoke into the microphone. "We are here with senior Lauren Zizes, who has just been crowned this past weekend as Ohio's state wrestling champion! Ms. Zizes, what's next for you in the world of wrestling?"

"Well, I'm on my way to the national competition in a couple of weeks, and I'm currently balancing college decisions because of the mountain of scholarship offers I've been getting," Lauren said.

"What advice would you have for students who want athletic scholarships?" Jacob asked.

"Well, apart from being a beast in athletics, it actually helps to have a variety of stuff in your back pocket!" Lauren said. "I actually got a scholarship committee commending my Glee Club status in my sophomore year. Variation of talent makes a big difference!"

"Wait, you are actually encouraging people to join Glee Club?" Jacob asked.

"Join whatever you want, but don't assume that every scholarship committee is looking to award free money to a simple jock," Lauren said. "If you really put yourself out there and have some flavor in your life, then you look like a very diverse applicant who deserves money. And we all know, this world totally revolves around money. So do whatever you want! Join the community service club, the Health Occupations club, the debate team, the scholastic decathlon, the super heroes club, et cetera!"

"And is there anyone that you would like to thank?" Jacob asked.

"I'd just like to thank the man who was so good-hearted and danced with me at the Sadie Hawkins dance, that junior, Joseph Hart. Because of him, I felt that extra pang of confidence and self-worth that allowed me to 'pwn' the heck out of my opponents at the state level!" Lauren said graciously.

"Alright, blog readers!" Jacob exclaimed. "This is Jacob Ben Israel reporting from the halls of McKinley High! And to you seniors, we don't have very long left! Let's end this year of with a BANG!"

A gunshot rang out as Jacob said that first word.

"Wow, nice sound effects!" Lauren exclaimed. "Who had the remote?"

BANG!

"Holy moly, that was real! EVERYONE GET OUT OF MY WAY!" Lauren exclaimed, barreling her way down the hall, knocking over students as they went.

The rush of students running for cover was enough to knock Jacob to the floor. His camera men had since abandoned him, leaving the camera lopsided on the ground, still filming the action. People were trampling Jacob as they ran into classrooms. Jacob's high-pitched squeals were the only thing reeling through the halls.

After getting back up on his feet, he picked up the camera.

"It appears that shots have been fired!" he shouted breathlessly, standing up and spring towards the last open classroom down the hall, where a teacher was struggling and racing against time to insert his key into the lock to protect the students.

Shooting, Millie's POV

"Millie, the timer for the bread went off!" someone from the back of the kitchen called.

"I'll get it!" Millie said, a little flustered. She went over to the oven and extracted he pan of hot rolls.

"Hey, do you know where ranch dressings went? We just got a new order in this morning," Millie called to another worker.

"Oh! I put them behind the ketchup and mustard packets," one of the dish-washers called.

"Ah, I see 'em!" Millie exclaimed. "We've got one hour until the administrative meeting starts! She exclaimed. "Those hungry educators are sure gonna want a nice pre-dinner meal."

"How's your daughter doing, Millie?" asked a woman who was busy stacking spices onto shelves.

"Oh, she's so stoked for that next show choir competition coming next month," Millie said.

"It's the fourth quarter already," the other woman said. "Aren't those competitions usually before Spring Break?"

"Yeah, but this region's Regionals took one of the last performance dates in the country," Millie said. "Nationals is taking place in Mid-May, and Regionals is happening at the end of April. So even if they do make it past Regionals, they only have three weeks of preparation for Nationals."

"Aw, well I hope they do well!" the other worker said.

"I do too," Millie said.

"Does anyone know where the can opener for the fruits are?" someone asked.

"Yeah, it's in the cupboard in the back," Millie said.

BANG!

"Are you alright back there?" Millie asked. "Did you drop something?"

"Um, no?" the worker said uneasily.

BANG!

"Oh my god," Millie whispered from her boiling pot of stew.

"Everyone get down!" the cafeteria manager exclaimed.

Millie dropped everything she was doing and ran to the back of the room, crouching down against the wall behind food carts.

"Did anyone lock the door?"

"Aren't we supposed to turn off the lights?"

"We need an escape plan!"

"The only exit is it out the front!"

"Who left the stove on?"

Tears began to flow down Millie's eyes. That shot obviously came from the hallway. Where was Marley when all of this was happening? Millie knew that her phone was lying next to the pot of boiling stew, but she knew it would be a danger to herself and everyone in the room if she made the effort to get up, get the phone, lock the doors, turn off the lights, and turn off all the cooking equipment.

Millie, of course being a newer employee to the school, had never really been briefed about how lockdown drills worked, and apparently the cafeteria crew were very inexperienced with the drills either, thus there bad preparedness.

Shooting, Emma's & Joe's POV

Most of the juniors had been called into the counseling office to make sure their schedules were all set for their senior year. This happened to be Joe's appointment.

"Good afternoon, Ms. P," Joe said as he took a seat at Emma's desk.

"Hey, Joe!" Emma said brightly, pulling up Joe's file on her laptop. "How are you doing?"

"Eh, I just got my SAT scores back," Joe said. "It wasn't the best, but it's okay. How've you been? Everything alright between you and Mr. Schue?"

"Oh, yes, things are great," Emma said. "You know, we're just trying to reassemble what we had, and try and work things out, try and keep a good outlook on the future with what we want. You know, rising from the ashes."

"That's great," Joe said.

"Alright, now to the counseling matter," Emma said. "So, for your Social Studies, you have a choice between Economics, World Geography, and Contemporary World Issues."

"I'm picking Contemporary World Issues," Joe said.

"Fantastic choice!" Emma said. "It's a challenging class, but I feel that you have a knack for those types of discussions."

"Yeah, my main reasoning is because the conflicts of religion influence a lot of world problems, so it's a topic I feel really strongly for," Joe said.

"Alright," Emma said. "The rest of your checklist looks great; English 12, Contemporary World Issues, AP Statistics, Pop Rock Band, half-credits for Music Theory and Piano, and you're even taking business classes with Entrepreneurship and Global Studies!"

"I love the amount of free room there is for electives in senior year," Joe said with a smile.

"Well, speaking of which, how come you're not in Glee Club?" Emma asked.

"I guess I'm just not as into it as I was before," Joe said. "I tried going back for a week for the films assignment, but all I got to do was wheel Artie around and dance around Sam and Blaine."

"Oh, I'm sorry," Emma said. "Well, I guess we should get back to business. So far the database says everything is open, so you should be able to have everything you want in your schedule. Over the summer, I would advise you to study for the SAT and-or ACT tests to take next school year, and be sure you're searching up colleges that you might want to apply to. Some college applications might open up later on in the summer, so it's a good idea to get started on essays and such. As for your SAT scores, you can always—"

BANG, BANG!

"God help us," Joe whispered.

"Get outside!" Emma exclaimed. "This office is totally see-through and enclosed! The exit is right there!"

Emma and Joe dashed out of the office and sprinted out the door behind Tina and a pile of other students.

"Ms. Pillsbury, gather all the students over here and take a head count! No one gets in or out until law enforcement gets here!" Figgins barked.

Emma began to herd the students together and shouted instructions before she realized that Will, Shannon, and none of the Glee kids had made it out of the building.

"Oh my goodness!" Emma whimpered ,turning around and sprinting back into the building.

"MS. PILLSBURY, GET BACK!" Figgins shouted, but it was too late.

The sound of Emma's heels echoed down the hall as she attempted to wrench the first door to the choir room open. Locked. She ran around the corner and attempted to open the second door. Also locked. At least feeling relieved that the doors were locked, Emma took off in the opposite direction back towards the exit, where her face slammed into an open locker. The sound reverberated through the halls like a third gunshot.

Thankfully, Emma made it back out of the exit alright.

"Ms. Pillsbury! Please tell me everyone's okay!" Tina sobbed as Emma emerged outside.

"I don't know, but the doors are locked," Emma said breathlessly, hugging Tina tightly.

Aftermath

Sue had just broken the news to Will and Shannon that it was her gun that went off the day before.

Will walked into his History classroom to take attendance. Half of the class hadn't shown up today.

"I know that we're all still scarred from the events that happened yesterday," Will addressed to the class. "But I want you all to know, that you are free to talk to me or any faculty members if you ever want to get something off your chest. Now, we have one quarter left together, and I want to spend these next few weeks preparing you all for your junior year that's rapidly coming up, and before you know it, you'll be marching down that aisle at graduation, and everything that happened yesterday, may just be a hazy memory. But I want us to take this as a learning lesson, to establish that knowing your safety procedures around campus isn't meant to be a hassle to frustrate you every couple months; it's to protect you. Today, we're going to take a little rest from our Chapter 9 unit, and today we're going to act like little kids again. We're going to gather around in a circle, and just play some games. I believe that optimism, fun, laughter, imagination, and creativity are some of the best therapies to a situation like this."

Will repeated this routine with all of his classes until the lunch period, where he met up with Shannon in the teacher's lounge. Sue wasn't present, reportedly in Figgins's office confessing her circumstances. Most of the teachers hadn't even shown up to the lounge either, as they were feeling a duty to be a presence in the halls, classrooms, and cafeteria to comfort the nervous students. Will and Shannon decided to take a walk down the hall themselves.

"Where's Emma?" Shannon asked.

"She's busy helping out with grief counseling," Will explained, as they turned the corner of the hall to several classrooms being used as counseling offices for the day. Emma was in her office with a timid freshman, pushing a variety of pamphlets towards the girl that addressed panic attacks, anxiety, and relaxation.

"I just feel bad for everyone," Shannon said. "I don't think these students will ever feel the same way about coming to school, even if we know now that it was an accident."

"I'm not quite believing it," Will said.

"Will, arming teachers in the classrooms is a hot topic these days, and it's under a lot of scrutiny. I don't know. Sue does seem like the type of teacher who wants to be ready when some crazy man barges into the school," Shannon said.

"Yeah, but I have a feeling that she's not telling the whole story," Will said. "If it was an accident, then why didn't she do something about it right away? Sue has actually always seemed like the type of teacher who would be against arming teachers, for fear of students getting the gun into the wrong hands."

"But that's why she kept it locked up," Shannon said.

Will shook his head.

"Something's not right."