Hello there and thank you for reading 'All The King's Horses'! I'm Porcelain Birds and this is an alternate universe glee fanfiction! I would just like to say that I am in absolute awe of the response this fic has gotten, less than twenty four hours after being posted. This truly means the world to me, so thank you so much! I would especially like to thank xMementoMorix who commented on my language, and who commented on my word choice. Both those compliments mean the world to me, as English is actually my third language, one I have yet to perfected. Thank you so much for the support everyone has shown this fic thus far! Without further ado, here is the second chapter!

All The King's Men

Some people believe in predetermination. The theory that everything is planned out, that every event was determined before its occurrence. Other people believe in luck, the cast of the die, allowing the cards to fall where they may. Still others rely on their own wits, trusting their eyes to see the signs before the event. But all of these theories are true, all of these theories make up what humans call Fate. And these teenagers have a Fate laid out for them.

Suddenly the world came back into view, and Kurt reached up a hand to his head, which felt heavy, and was aching painfully. As it slowly ebbed away into a dull throb, he looked around, and saw his friends scattered in various positions across the floor.

Kurt began to panic. Sitting up, he panted, and grabbed Blaine's wrist. He was relieved to feel a strong pulse, and moved over to Brittany. The same held true for the blonde. Kurt was about to check Quinn and Rachel when he saw Brittany begin to stir.

"Britt? Boo, are you okay?" He asked, shocked at how cracked his voice sounded. The blonde looked around, before asking in a hoarse voice, "What happened?" As Kurt looked around, he realized, he couldn't answer her question. And that terrified him.

"I don't know Boo. I don't know." He said honestly. If his lack of knowledge in this situation scared him, Brittany was downright terrified. She reached over and squeezed his hand tightly. Kurt frowned, as he began to fully realize everything that was going on in his body.

He was in…pain. It felt like little pinpricks were being stabbed into his body, all over. Little needles seemed to be drilling into his skin, and it stung. Biting his lip, he turned towards Brittany and realized she seemed to be wearing the same expression. Realizing that whatever had happened wasn't good, Kurt spoke up, hoping his voice might wake the others.

"We need to get out of here."

Brittany nodded, and out of the corner of his eye, Kurt saw Blaine begin to stir. A sense of relief washed over Kurt. Reaching out to grasp his boyfriend's hand, Kurt watched as Blaine's eyelids fluttered open. "Blaine? Are you alright mon chère?"

The dark haired teenager sat up, clutching his forehead in his hands. "M'alright." He mumbled, blinking at the ferocity of the intense fluorescent bulbs. "I feel like someone took a rock to my head, but I'm okay. What the hell happened?"

Kurt shrugged helplessly. "I don't know. But we need to get out of here. Whatever it was, it wasn't good." The tiny stabbings that Kurt felt all over his body were intensifying, as well as the bad feeling that was coiling in the pit of his stomach. Something was very wrong here, and he had an inkling as to what it was. He just prayed to a God he didn't believe in that he was wrong. Hell, he'd start going to Quinn's church, Mercedes' church, and Rachel's synagogue just to be wrong.

"You're right, let's go." Blaine stood, and made to go out the door, but Kurt quickly scrambled to his feet. "No!" He cried, ignoring the puzzled looks he got. He didn't want to voice his fears, no need for them to worry needlessly, but it was better to be safe than sorry. There were some things he could put at risk, but his boyfriend and friends were not among the other things in that category.

"Let's take the window, just to be safe." Kurt continued nervously. Blaine shot him a confused look, but conceded all the same. Blaine turned to look at Rachel and Quinn, the pair who were still slumped on the ground. "We can't leave them behind." Kurt said needlessly. Both Brittany and Blaine nodded.

To Kurt's surprise-though nothing should have surprised him by this point-Brittany took charge.

"Kurt, stand on the couch and open the window." She ordered, and Kurt immediately did it, popping open the window, praising whatever deity was watching over them, that the window was clearly large enough for a teenager to climb through. Brittany walked over to the couch and stood on it as well.

"I'm going to climb out. You two hand me Rachel then Quinn, and then you two follow, okay?" Both Kurt and Blaine nodded, not doubting for a second that the talented cheerleader would be able to do everything she had said she would. She was limber and flexible in ways neither of them were. Sure Kurt was abnormally flexible, but he did not have the same fluidity that Brittany possessed, one that came from years of dance training. And now it would be put to good use, saving their friends.

Cupping his hands for Brittany to step in, just as he once had that lifetime ago at Cheerio camp, Kurt helped hoist Brittany up to the window's level, allowing her to climb out. She quickly vaulted over the gap into the outside world, and Kurt heard a small thump that he knew signified her landing. He and Blaine grabbed Rachel, and then suddenly realized they had been presented with a problem.

"Britt, how are we supposed to get Rachel and Quinn over?" Blaine asked the blonde outside calmly, though he was panicking inwardly the entire time. Would they be trapped in here. Kurt obviously seemed to be jumping to the worst conclusions. And now they had hit this bump in the road.

Thankfully, Kurt quickly found a solution. Climbing onto all fours on the couch, he activated the part of his mind that had been trained not to think about how undignified this position was, and told Blaine, "Climb on my back."

For a moment Blaine looked at him like he was crazy, before truly processing what Kurt had said. But when he did, he still looked dubious. "With Rachel? Kurt, are you sure? I don't want to-"

"Blaine Anderson, I am dead serious. If I can hold up to three cheerleaders on my back, I can certainly hold two hobbits. Now climb." Kurt ordered, his tone just light and teasing enough to be kind and gentle. He loved Blaine he did, but the boy could be truly stubborn when he wanted to be. But Kurt often won out in a competition to see who could be more obstinate than the other. Hence the reason why Blaine was now climbing on his back.

Thankfully the added lift made it possible for Blaine to gently place Rachel's legs over the edge. Brittany pulled them down from the other side, her left hand immediately shooting out to catch the upper half of Rachel's limp body. Though from the tiny groans escaping the brunette's mouth, she wouldn't be unconscious much longer.

Blaine and Kurt quickly managed to pass Quinn out the window, and then Blaine swung his way onto the window ledge. He tossed his legs out on the other side, and faced Kurt, lying on his stomach. "Grab my hands Kurt." He ordered.

The countertenor smiled at him, though it was tinged with sadness. "How Aladdin of you." He said, his melodic voice demure. Doing as Blaine said, Kurt grabbed his boyfriend's arms, and their combined effort of pulling allowed Kurt to reach the window. Their dismount was not very graceful, and rather painful, due to their inability to stop their momentum, but they made it out to their friends. Both Quinn and Rachel had awakened by this point, and were now looking around. Brittany, Blaine and Kurt did the same, and as they did, they gasped.

Their school was destroyed. There was no question about it, it was literally burning to the ground. Blackened ash covered everything, and the five teenagers could see only a few parts of the school still standing, one of the few being where they had just escaped from.

Rachel promptly began to cry, with Quinn joining in. Brittany didn't seem to understand, and Blaine's mouth just hung open widely. Kurt however, felt numb. His best friends had been in there. They were dead. Nothing. His step brother had been in there. Nothing. Blaine could have been in there. Nothing.

He was numb. His school, friends, and possibly way of life had been destroyed, and he felt nothing towards it. He was surprised to feel Blaine's fingers swiping across his cheek, surprised to find that he was crying tears. He was surprised to find that those heart wrenching sobs had been coming from his throat. He was surprised to find that despite being numb, he could still feel those little pinpricks.

This time, when Brittany asked what happened, he had an answer.

"A bomb. Someone brought a bomb to school."

Okay, a little shorter this time, but I hope you guys liked it! There are two polls on my profile, who you'd like to see Quinn with, and who you'd like to see Rachel with. I'd love to see what your opinions are on that! And to all the reviewers who have been asking, yes there will be a sixth member, but they weren't in the bathroom with the other five. The sixth member will be making an appearance next chapter!