So wow 39 hits so far and 1 review thanks every so much :) Here's the next chapter, please review it, it really does help me get better when i recieve feedback. Also please don't hate me for what happens in this chapter...WARNING! Violent themes in this Chapter!
Sean walked calmly into the school; gun held aloft in his hand, looking for Blaine. If anyone yelled at the sight of him, or didn't know where/refused to tell him where Blaine was. He shot them.
He eventually found Blaine sat in the Warbler common room with Wes and David talking about set lists for Regional's. He watched them for a while staring at the perfection that was Blaine; the way the sun shone in through the window and reflected off his beautiful hair and danced in his eyes. He moved slightly towards them.
Blaine saw the movement out of the corner in his eyes and spun around looking at him. He saw his eyes flicker to the gun in his hand and Sean smirked.
"Hello Blaine." He said silkily.
"Sean, hey. What you up to? Haven't seen you around for a while." He said trying to keep calm and casual.
"I've been at home, healing."
"Oh."
"My heart is broken Blaine. Shattered into a million pieces, and I've been trying, so very hard to figure out a way to fix it, to work out a way to make myself feel better."
"I'm sorry I hurt you Sean, but I have a boyfriend. And I'm nearly three years older than you." Blaine said standing up so he was on the same level as the younger boy.
"I've been thinking hard, about what I could possibly do to stop myself thinking about you, which I do, all the time." He said in the same silky voice. "And it finally came to me. The only way you wont be on my mind, is if you don't exist." The gun in his hand shook in his grasp.
By this time more Warblers had turned up lining the doorways, watching in shock and fear as the sophomore slowly brought the gun up to level with Blaine's head.
Blaine had his hands held up in surrender, his eyes wide in fear and shock, he had backed into the table he'd been sat at.
"I love you Blaine." Sean said. "If I can't have you. No one will!"
Then many things happened at once, and happened as if in slow motion; Sean pulled the trigger, the lead bullet shot out of the barrel and flew through the air.
Thad and Jeff leapt forward grabbing Sean, Thad grabbing his hand and pulled it upwards gripping his wrist so hard the gun dropped from his grasp. Together, the two seniors tackled him to the floor.
At the same time, on the other side of the room, Wes and David had stood up, Wes grabbed Blaine and threw him to the floor out of harm's way twisting in front of him to protect him as the bullet went straight through his neck and through the other side, hitting the bookshelf and fell to the floor with a soft thud which went unnoticed over the yells and screams in the room.
Wes fell to the floor his eyes wide open but un seeing a single tear fell down his cheek. Blaine and David crumbled beside him frantically shaking him awake but both knowing it was pointless. Wes had been hit at point blank range through the neck shattering his wind pipe.
What happened after that neither man could really remember, there had been a service of course. And Sean had been locked up in a psychiatric ward.
All the Warblers attended the service, Blaine and David had written a song together especially for it and performed at the wake. That had been the last time Blaine wrote or sung anything, and wasn't intending to ever again.
Ok so, I know Wes is a beloved character, I love him too but it had to be either him or David...it had to be someone whoes death would affect Blaine greatly, couldn't be Kurt and i don't think any of the other Warblers would have affected him so much, although he would have been upset obviously. So yeah please don't hate me! Please R&R if i get some lovely feed back (I welcome negative comments as well as good-they make me better as I know where to improve on!) i will post shortly :)