A/N: Okay so I have changed a few things. Brittany is in the choir room and Blaine. Also, Becky isn't the shooter. :)
So I have a really evil mind so please don't judge me. Also its midnight for me right now so I have no clue how bad the spelling and grammar and all that jazz is gonna be. Kurt is definitely gonna come into this story in some way and probably Blaine's parents or at least a mention of them. Idk. Enjoy! Or don't. IDK hahaha. I feel evil.
Thanks Grammarly for helping me, it would've been way worse without it ahaha
A Different Shooting – Chapter 1
Mr Schue had just finished convincing Coach Beiste to stay for glee rehearsal when they heard it. Initially, the group just stared at one another with confusion, but the second bang put the two teachers into motion. They were gunshots.
Beiste jogged to the first door, shutting and locking it as quickly as she could. Will turned to the kids saying, "Everyone, just spread out and hide. Spread out and hide. Find a place to hide." He ushered the stunned kids off their chairs and toward the corners of the room. "Kitty just go over there." The football coach had just finished locking the other door when she switched off the lights. Mr Schue ran into his office to lock that door and close the blinds.
Though the kids were scared, they did as their teacher instructed. Ryder pushed the piano closer to the wall for some kind of shelter before helping Artie out of his chair. Jake grabbed Marley and sat against the same wall, Kitty following. Sam, Brittany, and Wade were on the floor in the opposite corner while the two teachers stayed closest to the door.
The metronome was the only sound in the room, other than muffled sobbed and cries from the scared teenagers as they tried to hold their breath.
"Alright, everyone." Will stood from his position, talking to the entire group while remaining as quiet as possible. "Hey guys, guys, guys. Start texting, tweeting. Let everyone know what's going on, but don't tell them we're here, alright? Shooters have smart-phones too." He moved across to Artie.
"It's okay." Beiste whispered out, trying to comfort them.
Blaine had almost reached the bathroom when the first shot sounded. It was so loud - so… close. He spun around to see a boy standing in the middle of the hallway. He wore jeans, converses and a casual t-shirt, but that wasn't what drew the cheerio's attention. No. The metal object in his hand and the body sprawled out on the floor just a few meters away are what made him freeze and stare.
The boy down the hall jerked his head up in Blaine's direction, making eye contact for half a second. It broke when the hair-gel loving boy turned and sprinted for the bathroom. The female one being slightly closer, he threw open the door and locked himself in the furthest stall, standing on the seat.
It only took a few seconds for the door to swing open again. Slow footsteps edged inside before stopping in front of the middle mirror.
"Ah, high school." The boy started, he sounded as though he were daydreaming. "What a bitch, am I right?" Blaine allowed tears to slip down his cheeks as he rested his hands on the stall walls. "No, of course you don't agree." The first stall door was kicked open. "You're a cheerio." The second stall door smacked against the wall, shaking Blaine and making him cry out. "Cheerios always had it good."
Blaine watched underneath his stall as converses turned to face him. The shooter simply knocked on the door, "Hello? Is there anybody home?" Sarcasm claimed his voice before he fired. The lock was blown through.
The boy eased open the door, coming face to face with the cheerleader who still stood on the seat. "Well, you can hop down now." He gestured with his gun. Obeying, Blaine slowly climbed to the floor keeping his hands up in surrender.
"Hang on, I do know you." The dangerous boy began. "You're the class president! Oh, this is perfect." The shooter grabbed his arm and forced him to face the entrance. Even through his uniform, Blaine could feel the end of the gun being pushed into his back.
"Move." A whimper escaped his lips as he nudged forward, pushing open the door and stepping into the hallway. His eyes glanced over to the distant body, only now noticing the puddle of blood on the floor. "Now." Watery eyes blurred his vision, but he followed the other boy's instructions.
As they stalked through the halls, a sound echoed from one of the 'empty' classrooms. "Well, well, well." The shooter grabbed Blaine's shoulder and dug the barrel into his back, forcing him to turn. "Open it." Blaine followed orders and carefully turned the doorknob, hating that it wasn't locked. A forceful and unexpected shove forced the cheerio onto his knees once they had made it inside.
"Lock the door, Mr President." The gun was still aimed at Blaine as he crawled toward the door and locked it. "Good boy." The shooter mocked, treating him like some pet. He turned toward the rest of the room, gun finally shifting from Blaine. "Come out, come out wherever you are."
Outside amongst the blur of people, Tina was running between them trying to find one - any of her friends. "Principal Figgins, I need to go back in. It's Glee practice and everyone's in th-"
"No way. Not until the police go in and give the all-clear." He didn't even turn to look at her. He just kept walking. Tina froze for a moment before allowing everything to hit her. She felt her stomach twist and her heartbreak. Sobs wracked her body uncontrollably as she dropped to her knees, the nightmare of losing her friends filling her mind.
"Look, guys. We're all just gonna stay here, okay?" Mr Schue said as he helped Artie sit easier against the wall. "Got nowhere to be, we don't know what's out there." He paused for a moment before continuing, "I love you guys." The teacher then sat back down next to Beiste.
Suddenly, footsteps sounded from the hallways as someone tried to open the choir room doors. The entire group jumped when they heard a door slam nearby. Audible sobbing now echoed through the room as the glee club sat, terrified.
Sam shifted from his position next to Brittany and began to crawl to the door. Will shot toward him and grabbed his shoulders. "Sam, get down."
"I have to go. Blaine doesn't have his phone on him, he went to the bathroom. I have to get him." Both teachers, though they heard what the footballer was saying, cut him off and made him sit down next to Artie.
"Tina isn't here either." The two exchanged brief, solemn looks before staring back into nothing.
After a few moments, Kitty dashed across the room and jumped into Unique's arms when another two shots rang out. Reacting immediately, Sam got straight up. Artie tried to grab him, but it was no use. The young blonde raced to the door, only to get pinned down by the two teachers' firm grip.
"I gotta go. He's out there all alone." The teenager begged them to let him go as they told him to sit back down. "I don't care. He's all alone." He started to raise his voice, despite their efforts. "I don't care! Let go of me! I don't care!" Seeing no other choice, Beiste threw her hand over Sam's mouth and hugged him tight. His muffled screams continued as the football coach dropped to the floor with her player half in her lap and half stretched across the floor. A familiar gunshot rang out once again, panicking the already petrified kids.
She leant into his ear and firmly whispered, "You are putting everyone's lives in danger. Look at them." The boy did. "Look at them. Look at them." She continued, getting quieter each time. The teen's screamed morphed into sobs as tears spilled down his cheeks. "Sam it's okay. It's okay. Go sit. Go sit with Artie."
Silently, he obeyed and crawled toward his friend. Hopelessness covered his features as he pulled his knees to his chest and buried his face.
Blaine sat on the floor, listening to the girl's desperate screams. His whole body jumping when they were suddenly stifled by two shots.
He recognised the poor sophomore. She auditioned for glee club at the start of the year. Her name was Sarah. She was pretty.
He stared at her unmoving face as it hit the floor. Sarah's eyes remained open, drained of any life they once retained.
She had such a nice smile.
"W-w-w-" Blaine stuttered, his eyes wide and his arms shaking as he tried to form words. The shooter stepped toward him and the cheerleader instinctively shuffled away.
"Stay still." His voice was suddenly gentle and soft. He took another step forward, but Blaine couldn't stop himself from trying to get away. Rage flashed across the boy's face as he screamed, "I said, stay still." He fired. The bullet lodged in the wall, just inches away from the crying boy's gelled head. Blaine froze as much as he could, but his arms wouldn't stop shaking and his tears wouldn't stop falling.
"Better." The boy with the gun knelt down in front of the cheerio, stroking the side of Blaine's face with the tip of his gun. A small flinch was all Blaine allowed himself as the cold metal touched his skin. "You are a pretty one." He emphasised each word, then paused for a moment before continuing, "Before I kill you," Blaine's face contorted in fear. "I just want you to know…" He leant his gun-free hand against the wall and leant to the cheerio's ear to whisper, "You deserve it." The boy stood up and took a step back from the crying cheerleader. Blaine looked up into shooter's eyes before he fired his gun once again.
There was a small tap on the choir room door closest to the teachers. Will immediately looked out the window, relieved to see a small SWAT team outside. He moved to unlock the door, allowing one of them to enter.
"Get the children and follow us. We're getting you out of here."
"Has the whole school been cleared yet? Did they find the shooter?"
"No, sir. We do have one confirmed casualty, but the path for you to leave the building is safe." Mr Schue looked to Coach Beiste, eyes wide and full of shock. He simply nodded. The two teachers called the kids over and huddled them near the door, Shannon helping Artie into his chair and Ryder silently offering to push him.
"Mr Schue, did they find Blaine? We can't leave without him. We aren't leaving without him." The blonde footballer's eyes were bloodshot and his face was obviously tear-stained.
"Sam, the police are going to get Blaine and the other kids right now. We need to get ourselves out, okay?" The blonde only gave a hesitant nod before following his teachers, classmates and SWAT down the hall and out of the school.