Quinn's Point of View
That same morning Quinn woke up to the sound of her alarm clock blaring in her ear. A sudden grogginess hit her like a ton of bricks as she tried to climb out of her bed. There was a beeping noise coming from her mom making coffee downstairs because she was about to leave for work. Quinn walked into the bathroom and took a quick shower, it was only 6:00. She had plenty of time, after she got out of the shower she blow dried her hair and then straightened it. It was getting longer now, it was actually touching her shoulder. Next she put on a light blue dress with a thin light brown belt in the middle of the dress. She wore light brown boots with heels on them to compliment it, she also put on a white cardigan. Once she was done with that she put on some mascara on her eye lashes and some light pink lipstick on her lips. When she walked down the stairs she glanced at the clock. It was only 7:30. School didn't start until 8:20, she ate a banana and then picked up her bag and got in her car. She drove down to Starbucks and bought a carmel mochiatto which she drank on her way to school.
Once she got to school, she ended up being late for her first class, Geometry because Rachel pulled her into a never ending conversation in the hallway that had caused her to be late. It was something about her asking Quinn for advice about Finn. Quinn and Finn had gone out for over 6 months, but Quinn just assumed that this was just another attempt for Rachel to gain Quinn's frienship. The bell rang in the middle of their conversation and Quinn had to stop by her locker and get her Geometry books before actually going to the class. Everyone stared at her as she walked in and the teacher looked up from his desk, "Miss Fabray, how nice of you to finally join us." A boy in the back of the room chuckled and she gave him one of her quick death stares.
"Sorry Mr. Woodhall, won't happen again." She sat down at her desk in the back, sighing. She hated this class, but she was re taking it as a refresher before the SATs came. If she wanted to get accepted into Yale she would have to get a high score. She looked up to see Mr. Woodhall return to a powerpoint he had been fiddling with before she had gotten there.
"Hey Fabray." A boy behind her said, "Lookin' good." He and his friend chuckled, leaning forward closer to her.
Quinn rolled her eyes and didn't turn around because she decided to ignore them today. She flipped her hair over her shoulder, yawning. They were just two sophomore boys, she had no idea who had told them it was okay for them to talk to her. She barely let any of the seniors talk to her, let alone sophomores. What was this world coming to? She crossed her legs and started to doodle on her binder, quietly. Quinn looked across the room at Puck who was talking to some sophomore girl, unlike Quinn, Puck didn't care about the age difference. If a girl was hot, a girl was hot, period. She didn't know why she felt jealousy bubble in her stomach as he scooted closer to the girl. Even though Puck had almost manages to sleep with every girl in the school, there was something about the thought of him being close to someone else that just made Quinn's toes curl. She hated it and she always would.
"Yo Fabray!" One of the boys called again, half-whispering. Mr. Woodhall had terrible hearing.
"What do you want?" Quinn asked, turning around to look at the boy. He wasn't unattractive, he was just a little too lanky for her liking.
"A date with you." The boy answered, smoothly. He hoped that if he played it off cool, she wouldn't be able to say no. He nodded at her, chuckling lightly.
"No thanks, I only go out with guys that have hit puberty." Quinn turned around, sighing. She knew it was kind of harsh, but he needed to learn...better from her then from someone he was actually in love with.
The boy's friend laughed, "Ouch dude."
Mr. Woodhall glanced up from his computer to look at Quinn and the boys for a brief second. He didn't say anything, but just from his glare they got the message: Shut up. Quinn couldn't help but glance at Puck again and smiled when she saw him staring out the window, obviously lost in his own thoughts.
There was silence in the classroom...that was when it happened. Across the hall from them was the Spanish classroom. Out of no where a loud noise rang out through the halls and after the first noise came...three others came after it. They were gunshots...and every ear that heard them knew it, but before anyone could get over the shock and move, the announcements came on. It wasn't a normal announcement, though. Principal Figgins came on in a quiet, almost scared sounding voice,
Students and Teachers of McKinley...as you've probably heard a student has opened fire inside the school. The policy for this kind of situation is a lock down, nobody in nobody out so I inform you to stay where you are. Nobody breathes, nobody moves. [pause] I've just been informed that there are two shooters; a team. I've also been told that from the Spanish class there are four that have died. Stay safe McKinley, I've called the police.
Even though Figgins had said not to move, minutes after the announcement had come on, the hallways filled with stupid students running through the halls who were looking for their friends, siblings, and even teachers to make sure they were safe. Someone must have started running and everyone else just followed. Quinn stayed sitting as everyone in her class rushed out of the room, including the two boys, the girl, Mr. Woodhall and even Puck. It hurt her that Puck didn't even turn to look at her before he walked out of the room with everyone else. She was completely and utterly alone so she pulled out her phone while biting her lip. She started sending to texts to everyone in Glee Club, asking them where they were. She only got 3 replies.
From Rachel: Im in teh physcis rm, E-201. Its only em the tcher and a cple other ppl.
From Kurt: What's going on?
From Sam: I'm fine...in the gym. Where are you?
Quinn was happy to hear from a couple of them, but her heard dropped when she realized how many of them hadn't replied. Where was Puck? And Finn? And Artie, Mercedes, Tina, Brittany and Santana? Were they dead? She couldn't help but have these thoughts running through her head as she replied to each of them.
To Rachel: I'm in the Geometry room, are you okay?
To Kurt: Have you seen Puck or Finn? I can't get a hold of them! Where are you? I'm alone right now in the Geometry room and I don't know what to do. I don't think he's over here so I'm gonna go find Puck.
To Sam: I'm in the Geometry room, I'm really close to you...is he over here?
Quinn walked to the corner of the room, sitting down so she was out of view of the windows and of the door. She hugged her legs her chest and bit her lip, waiting for them to reply. It comforted her to be texting them, it made her feel less alone. She felt her phone buzz, it was a text from Kurt.
Quinn. What's going on? Don't move, stay where you are. Okay? I'm at a coffee shop with Blaine. We skipped.
They were so lucky that they weren't stuck in this death trap of a school. Instead they were off having coffee in a coffee shop somewhere awy from here. Quinn couldn't help but be jealous of their safety. Before she could reply her phone buzzed again. It was a text from Sam this time.
He's over here. Don't move.
As she read that text she heard footsteps in the distance they weren't close yet so she took the time to text Kurt back as quickly as she could. She wanted to let him know what was going on.
I haven't moved, but I hear footsteps. Don't text me unless I text you first.
The footsteps got closer and closer until Quinn saw a figure pass the window on the door. She closed her eyes and hugged her knees even tighter to her chest, holding her breath. The footsteps stopped near the Spanish room, she wondered if he was admiring his work or maybe even regretting it. Seconds later the footsteps move in front of her door and stopped, looking through the door's little window. Luckily, Quinn was out of it's view, but he still started jiggling the door handle anyway. That was when Quinn remembered that schools required teachers to have doors that locked whenever they closed. She was momentarily thankful for their judgement. When he couldn't get in he just moved on down the hall, until Quinn couldn't hear the footsteps anymore. She let out a breath, having not breathed much that whole time. She unsteadily got to her feet only to realize that she had been crying, she had been so scared just then that tears had fallen without her even knowing. She walked up to the door's window and looked out of it, but didn't see anyone. Deciding to take a risk, she opened the door and poked her head out looking up and down the hall. No one was there so she started walking down towards the gym. As she walked, she glanced into the Spanish and caught a glimpse of a body...lying there. She half-walked, half-ran the rest of the way until she finally reached her destination and walked into it. "Sam..." she whispered, hoping the shooter wasn't in here. "Sam...please tell me you're in here."
A few seconds later, Sam walked out from under the bleachers and grabbed her wrist. "Quinn. Are you okay? What happened? Are you hurt?" He asked her, seeing that she was crying.
"No...no I'm fine." Quinn told him, brushing the hair out of her eyes to look over at him.
Sam pulled her under the safety of the bleachers with him. "What happened?" he whispered to her, now that they were out of the sight of the doors.
"The shooter...he came to the room I was in...he tried to open the door. He tried for so long until he finally left. I don't know why...I'm crying, just thinking that I was that close to dying...it just..." She didn't know what to say.
"I know..." Sam hugged her, tightly. They sat there together as Quinn cried for a couple more minutes about it, until Sam finally pulled away and looked at her. "Have you heard from Mercedes?" he asked, worriedly.
"Not yet, only you, Rachel and Kurt."
"How are they?"
"Rachel is in the Physics room, I think she's okay and Kurt skipped...he isn't even here...neither is Blaine." Quinn explained to him, sighing. "Sorry. Maybe her phone is off..." she suggested, trying to comfort her friend. She still hadn't heard from Rachel again, but she decided to text Kurt back.
Found Sam...we're okay. Think Rachel's okay. Still no Puck or Finn...or Mercedes. He's somewhere around where Sam and I are...I saw him.
"You haven't heard from Puck have you?" Quinn asked Sam. Maybe Puck replied to Sam first since they were better friends. "Or Finn?" She decided to add him to be less obvious.
"Puck no." Sam shook his head, "It's funny when something like this happens you realize how much someone means to you...and how terrible it would be to lose them." He said and Quinn nodded, knowing how he felt.
"What about Finn?"
Sam thought for a second and then his eyes widened. "Finn was in Spanish." he said, stomach dropping. Spanish was the class where four students had already been killed. Quinn had caught a glimpse of one of them...what if it had been Finn. What if it had been Finn and she had just kept walking? She hadn't even looked back to see what gender it was...she was a coward.
"Oh...oh...no. Not Finn." Quinn shook her head, more tears threatening to fall. "He couldn't have...there's no way."
"Tell Kurt. He'd want to know." Sam reminded her.
Quinn looked down at her phone to see that Kurt had sent a text back to her. It was only two words long.
Stay Safe
Quinn was comforted for a moment, knowing that Kurt was there for all of them during all of this chaos. She texted him with urgency.
Finn was in Spanish Kurt. Idk if you know but four students were killed in the Spanish class this morning...TEXT FINN.
Quinn looked back up at Sam. "I can't believe this is happening...here of all places. Who would do this?" She asked, sniffing slightly. She leaned against one of the vertical poles.
Sam looked at her for a moment, but then lifted his eyes to the crack in the bleachers where they could see the doors of the gym. They swung open and a boy with a small handgun trudged inside and looked around. He seemed to be looking for something or someone with a determined, ambitious look on his face. It was easy to tell that he was targeting someone.
"Sam. Sam Evans, I know you're in here." He called out, raising the gun in the air. There was peice of paper in his hand that he was holding and he kept glancing at it, to make sure he was in the right place.
"He has my schedule." Sam whispered, "And probably yours too." He realized, now putting together the pieces that hadn't fit the first time. Why would he keep trying to get in if he didn't see anyone in the Geometry room. It was because he knew she had that class, he knew she'd been in there and now he was looking for Sam in the class that he was supposed to be in. "Don't say a word." He breathed, standing close to her in the darkness underneath the bleachers
