A Different Shooting – Chapter 2
Sam followed behind the teachers and stepped out of the school, watching his friends race toward their parents as they leapt into open arms. Marley's mum was even outside waiting, she must have been evacuated by the police already. The blonde looked around, finally seeing his mum and dad with his siblings. They were visibly upset as they locked eyes with their son. Another gunshot rang out. Instantly, Sam froze. His heart sank into his chest as an awful feeling ran through him. It was Blaine. He knew it was Blaine. Without a moment's hesitation, the footballer turned around and sprinted back into the school. Sam's mother screamed as his father tried to get past the barricade. His little brother and sister began to cry in confusion and fear.
The loft was oddly peaceful as Kurt rose from the couch and made his way into the kitchen. Santana and Rachel were both out and wouldn't be back for at least another hour or so. As he was pouring himself a cup of tea, his mobile started to ring. Gently placing the kettle down, he reached into his pocket and pulled it out. 'Dad'. The young boy immediately answered the call before putting it on speaker and returning his attention to the hot beverage.
"Hey Dad!" he couldn't help the smile that spread across his lips when he said the name. "Why are you calling? It's not eve-"
"Kurt." The serious tone in his father's voice made the boy stop in his tracks. He easily forgot about the tea. He picked up his phone, switching it off of speaker and bringing it to his ear.
"D-dad, what is it? What's going on? Are-are you okay?" His son was already frantic, Burt had no idea how he would react to the news.
"There's been a shooting, Kurt." His knees hit the floor before he had time to think.
Sam raced through the halls of McKinley and toward the bathroom, remaining relatively quiet as he knew the gunman could be around any corner. His converses scraped the floor as he tried to stay low. His heart pounded in his chest as his eyes scanned every hallway. The boy came to a sudden halt when he noticed a small pool of blood. He then slowly rounded the corner and saw it. He saw death.
A body lay in an unnatural position, facing the floor. It was a boy, a young boy. Sam couldn't think. His chest was heaving as he slowly stepped past, jaw hung open as he stared at the gruesome scene. Slowly and carefully he edged on forward, trying only to think about his best friend. The toilets were in view. Sam forced himself inside.
Empty. The bathroom was empty. The blonde rubbed his face in an attempt to gain composure. He paused for a moment, a lightbulb switching on in his brain. Without hesitation, he ran from the boy's toilet and into the girl's one. As he tip-toed inside, his eyes were drawn to the shattered door lock that lay on the floor. Nearby, a small hole lodged into the tiles, shattering two of them with the force of the entry. A gross feeling of dread spread inside of him as he left the toilets, moving further down the halls in his search.
A deafening ring pounded inside of Blaine's head as he sat in shock. His eyes were open wide as his entire body started to shiver. At first, he felt like he was floating - like he couldn't feel a thing. His illusion was interrupted when a sharp, splintering pain burst into him. Slowly and shakily he looked down, watching as a pool of red started seeping through his shirt. He didn't notice that the gunman had left, but suddenly Blaine felt more alone than ever. His body weakened, knowing he couldn't hold himself up anymore, and he fell backward to the floor. He felt liquid clogging his throat, forcing him to turn his head and cough. Blood sprayed out of his mouth and onto the floor, some running down his cheek. His eyes kept flickering to Sarah's lifeless body while he desperately gasped for air.
Sam kept moving, peaking into each classroom and coming up empty-handed. He was frantically searching when he saw it - saw him. Through the small window of a classroom door, he saw his best friend laying there.
"Blaine!" Sam tried the door handle, but it was locked. 'How could it be locked?' He pummelled his fist into the door over and over, screaming his friend's name. He watched as the cheerio's head tipped back and his blurry eyes looked back at him through the glass. The footballer took a step back and began kicking the door. It took three attempts before the door's lock gave out and it finally swung open.
The metallic smell made Sam instantly recoil, that's when he saw her. A girl. Her eyes were eerily open as she lay on the floor a few meters from Blaine. Blaine. He dropped to his knees and stared wide-eyed at his best-friend. His hands violently shook as he tried to put pressure on his stomach. There was blood everywhere. So much blood. Blaine let out a painful groan, his back arching off the ground as he clenched his fists and squeezed his eyes shut.
"I'm sorry." Sam muttered as tears began falling down his cheeks. The cheerleader's chest was heaving now. After only a few short seconds, Blaine's body relaxed and his breathes weakened. He turned his head back to Sarah as his eyelids became heavy.
"Blaine! No, buddy." Sam turned the boy's head with one hand, the other still on the bullet wound. "Hold on for me, okay? Don't close your eyes." Despite his pleas, Blaine couldn't stop the darkness as it overcame him.
Rachel and Santana had both seen the news, it was all over twitter by that point. They arrived at the loft within seconds of each other. When they pulled open the door, their eyes immediately found their friend. He was moving frantically, packing a large suitcase and literally throwing clothes into it.
"Kurt…" Rachel said quietly, noticing her best friend's red, tear-stained complexion. Santana knew she had to take the situation into her own hands.
"Hummel, where do you think you're going?" Her voice was firm but laced with concern and compassion.
"I'm going home, Santana!" He yelled, not stopping his task or even looking up.
"No, you're not. Not until you calm dow-"
"Blaine didn't get out." Silence filled the room as the two girls shared shocked looks. "My dad is at McKinley and he hasn't come out yet. The whole Glee Club made it out. Why hasn't he?" Kurt's voice broke as he asked the question. He slumped to his knees, Rachel running over to him. He instinctively gripped onto her jacket as tight as he could, letting more tears fall. "I'm just so scared…" He said in a whisper.
Rachel didn't speak, instead, she just allowed her best friend to sob into her side. She didn't really know what to say. She couldn't tell him everything was going to be alright. She didn't know anything.
Santana watched the two before stepping into the bathroom and closing the door. She pulled out her phone and pressed speed dial.
"Santana?" A small, hoarse voice wept out.
"Britt…" A single tear slipped down her cheek as she continued. "I'm so happy to hear your voice – to know that you're okay." There were a few seconds of silence, both girls just acknowledging their luck. "Is Blaine with you?"
A small whimper came from the other end of the line. "No, no he's not. Neither is Sam."
"Where are they Britt?" Her voice was calm, soothing.
"B-Blaine never came out, he-he was in the b-bathroom and Sam…" She took a few shallow breathes, collecting herself. "Sam went back in to find him."
Santana closed her eyes, tilted her head back and toward the ceiling. "Okay, okay. Thank you, Britt." She hesitated for a moment, "I love you."
"I love you too."
A/N: Okay so I am enjoying writing this story so here's another chapter. I'm working on a few others at the moment too, they should be updated in the near future!