As they stepped into the choir room, they found several classmates already there. Marley was singing an unknown song and dancing around the room, while Jake rapped and followed her. Sugar tried to follow along, but was sadly still out of tune. Badly enough that it made Blaine's ears hurt. Unique sat in her seat, redoing her mascara and scolding Kitty at the same time for being bitchy.

Normal day like always then.

Brittany quickly joined the dancing Marley, grabbing her hands, twirling her around. Sam clapped along to the song.

Blaine still didn't recognize it, but grinned at them. The joy in the choir room, the freedom, were just some of the reasons he loved stepping into this class. It was the one place they could all safely be themselves. No one judged them. Sure, some judged, like Kitty. Just like Santana always had. Hell, even Kurt and he had judged some of Rachel's outfits in the past. And none of them were perfect. But as soon as they got into that room, shut the door behind them, it was like closing the door on everything bad. They could let loose. Have fun. No slushies thrown at their heads or hurtful words. They couldn't get shoved against lockers.

For just one period, they could fully be them. And while some acted like they didn't want to be there, he never missed the small smiles Kitty gave when she thought no one was looking. And Jake wasn't as tough. They were a family in that room. One team. What they all needed.

"What are you smiling about?" Tina asked from beside him.

He almost forgot she was there. He looked at her and just smiled more. "Just thinking."

"About Kurt?" She smirked knowingly.

He chuckled. "Good guess, but no. More about this room. How many happy memories we've made here."

She sighed happily. "Mm, there have been plenty. And more to come with Rachel out of the spotlight." She rolled her eyes.

"Tina…" He started in amusement.

"You know it's true. And I know they named you the "new Rachel", but she herself gave that title to me."

"I'm happy to share, you know that." He smiled.

"Yeah, I do know. But I don't want to share. Just like Kurt before, I want the spotlight to myself for once."

"We'll make it happen. The year isn't over yet."

"I know, I know. I just want to make sure it does happen eventually. Before you and Kurt get married."

He laughed. "Tina… We're not even together right now."

"Oh please, as if that means you won't." She nudged his shoulder, making him shake his head in amusement.

Sure he still hoped for it. But after cheating on Kurt with their friend Jeff, he knew it would take time to gain his trust again. Even if both of them had been drunk and miserable that night. Nick wasn't exactly happy either, despite Jeff having been miserable because they had broken up a few days earlier. It only made them realize how much they loved each other and they got back together already.

But then they had officially been broken up. And he had actually cheated on Kurt. He barely remembered it and it meant nothing. But if he had been in Kurt's shoes, he wouldn't be so easy with forgiveness either. Him being lonely since Kurt left was no excuse. Neither was Kurt barely talking or having time for him anymore. They should have talked about it. He definitely should have. Anything but this.

At least they were friends again. Barely. Maybe it was better this way. They could sort of start over. Be true friends, get to know each other, learn how to communicate better. They needed time to heal.

The idea of them getting back together in the future though and maybe getting married… Yeah, that made him smile.

"Speak of the devil…" Tina told him with a smile, indicating his Blackbird ringtone going off.

He grinned, picking up. "Hey stranger. You're up early…"

Kurt sighed on the other end. "Wasn't my choice. Stayed up a little late with Rachel after she had yet another fight with Finn. And then I had this dream after I did fall asleep and well…"

"Was it at least a good dream?" He asked, ignoring people whistling at him, recognizing the stupid grin on his face. It only came out with Kurt and they all knew. He went to grab some sheetmusic from his bag, setting it on the piano for later.

"If you call a dream about a very naked me and a horny pizza guy good… Then very much so, yes." He tried not to blush, biting his lip.

"Wow. That sounds… Active. So and your first thought this morning was to call me instead of going back to bed?"

"I… Well... " he grinned as his friend's loss for words.

"I'm just teasing, Kurt. I'm sure you didn't call me first thing after you woke up." He smirked.

The silence on the other end intrigued him. "Kurt?"

Kurt cleared his throat. "Umm no, I didn't call you first thing. I was… I made coffee first. Obviously."

He grinned as he distinctly heard the sound of the coffeemaker in the background. "Uhuh. Sure."

"Shut up."

He chuckled again, knowing they were really going back to a comfortable friendship, maybe more. "How was your meeting yesterday with Isabelle?"

"Oh! Yes, I forgot to tell you! She said if I keep up my work, she may let me in on her next meeting with Anna… Can you believe it?? Me, in that meeting? Discussing the next Vogue issue?"

"Wow, that's amazing, Kurt!" He grinned happily, genuinely happy for him. "Would you actually get any say on the content?"

"Well no, but just being there, in the same room, breathing the same air… God, I can't wait. The inspiration that would flow through that space... " He sighed dreamily.

"You'll be in there in no time. Hey you might even end up in that office and get to talk some day."

Kurt scoffed. "In my dreams, yes. So tell me, how's Glee today? Has Mr. Schue pulled out any Journey yet?"

Blaine chuckled. "He's not in yet, everyone's just kind of chatting and dancing."

"While Kitty gives them the evil eye?"

He looked over at the cheerleader in question and looked away quickly, not wanting her to catch him. "The usual, yeah."

Mr. Schuester walked in then with Coach Beiste, heading right for the board. "Alright, everyone, go sit down. We have a lot to discuss today."

Judging from the grin on his face, it was definitely good news. For him anyway, maybe not for him.

"Mr. Schue is here, lots of plans apparently."

"He found a new Journey song. Or oh god, he's going to rap any minute now." Blaine couldn't help but snort at that.

"Hi Kurt." Mr. Schuester said loud enough for Kurt to hear him, smiling as he wrote down the word 'Anger' on the whiteboard.

"He didn't hear me, did he?" Kurt asked and Blaine chuckled again.

"No, don't worry, you're fine."

"Oh thank god. I've always had this nightmare that he-"

Kurt continued talking as Blaine walked over to his seat and Mr Schuester started talking.

"Alright, take your seats, guys. Blaine, say goodbye to Kurt and we can-"

A loud bang sounded out suddenly. Everyone froze, looking at the door in silence.

No one quite knew what to do. Blaine could still hear Kurt in his ear.

"Blaine? What was that sound?"

"I… I'm not sure…" His heart was pounding. That sound hadn't been what he thought, right?

"Mr. Schue? Are we sure that was-" Ryder started.

A second loud bang was heard, this time followed by people screaming.

"Kurt, I gotta go…" Voice shaking as they all stared ahead in shock.

"Blaine? What was that? Bla-" He quickly hung up as everyone sprung into action.

Back in New York Kurt stared at his dark phone with shaking hands.

"Kurt? Was that Blaine? How is he?" His roommate asked as she walked into the apartment, smiling happily.

"Rachel… I think… I think we need to call 911."

Rachel froze, staring at him. "What? Why?"

"I think there might be a shooter at McKinley…"