Rest In Peace to all the people that died in Conneticut this weekend. I hope you'll all keep their families in your thoughts and in your prayers.


SAM'S POINT OF VIEW

The sound of footsteps walking down the stairs is what woke Sam up that morning. From his bed he lifted his head to look out the doorway and saw Finn walking down the stairs. Ever since they had brought him back to Lima, he had been staying with Finn. They had all been really welcoming and kind to him, especially for people he hadn't met until now. He sat up in his bed and swung his legs over the side to check his phone that was sitting on the nightstand. He immediately went to his contacts and clicked on Mercedes' name. He was still desperately trying to win her back and he felt like he was getting closer ever since they sang Human Nature together. He smiled at the text he sent.

Good morning beautiful ;)

Sam hoped that it would make her smile. He stood up and walked into the bathroom, but didn't take a shower. He had taken one the night before so he just washed his face, brushed his teeth and then went back into his room to get dressed. He threw on a light green V-neck shirt and some loose, ripped jeans. Before he left he sprayed himself with cologne and grabbed his phone. From the stairs he heard Finn talking on the phone, but he wasn't sure to who.

"Come on. Be a man!" Finn exclaimed into the line, sitting down at the kitchen table. The person on the other side said something and then Finn shook his head.

"You think she doesn't like you? When did that ever stop you before?" Finn chuckled, shaking his head.

"Oh really? Well get over it." Finn smirked, "I have to go but I'll see you at rehearsal." He pressed the end call button on his phone and then set it on the table, sighing.

"Morning." Sam smiled, walking out from behind Finn. "Who was that?"

"Puck. He's having some problems." Finn laughed to himself, "How'd you sleep?"

"Pretty good. I can't wait to get to school though." Sam smiled, thinking about the next time he would get to see Mercedes.

"Oh yea…" Finn smiled, knowingly. "How's that going? Is she into you?"

"I really don't know. One minute I think I have her in the palm of my hand, but next thing I know I see her in the hallway kissing Shane." Sam shrugged, "I know she still loves me I just think she loves Shane too."

"That's rough dude." Finn nodded, putting a hand on Sam's shoulder. "We should probably get going though if you want to get there early and give it another try." The clock in the kitchen read 7:55.

Sam laughed and nodded, hopefully today would be the day that he would finally get through to her, but he doubted it. He got in the passenger's seat of Finn's car as he got in the driver's seat and started it up. The radio was blaring loudly and they both flinched, but neither of them moved to turn it down because it was Can't Fight This Feeling by REO Speedwagon. Finn knew this song especially well because he used to sing it in the showers when everyone left. He started to sing along with the chorus as they drove and Sam joined in with him. They were the lead Glee Club guys so this was particularly fun for them. It took them 20 minutes of classic rock songs to get to the school and when they arrived they realized that they only had 10 minutes left. Sam realized he wouldn't have enough to talk to Mercedes so he figured he'd just meet up with her after school. He walked down the hall to the gym and changed in the locker room into his gym clothes. The bell rang as he was walking out into the gym to join his classmates. They were doing fitness today; which was push-ups, sit ups, running up and down the bleachers, running laps around the gym and last but most certainly not less hated was the pushing of sleds which, of course, were weighted. It was hell on Earth as far as all kids were concerned. Sam decided to start out with pushups they were supposed to do 50 by the time class was over, but they could do them at different times. He started by doing 25 with ease, after all he was on the football team. He glanced at the clock; it was only 8:28. It had taken him 8 minutes to do those pushups. Next he decided to do some running because that was the hard part for him. He ran up the bleachers one seat at a time and when he reached the top, he turned around and came back down. That was one and he had to do five…it sounds easy, but after the second one Sam's thigh's felt like jelly. He pushed on doing the next three as quickly as he could to just get them over with. He looked over a girl who looked winded and dizzy, the gym teacher had just made her sprint two laps around the gym. Sam walked over, concerned.

"Are you okay?" Sam touched her shoulder, gently.

"Y-yea…I'm fine, thanks. I just need a break for a second." The girl smiled up at him and he didn't recognize her, but he had to admit that she was pretty.

"Okay, just make sure you get some water…" He trailed on, wanting her to tell him her name.

"Jennifer."

Sam nodded, "I'm Sam."

"I know who you are…everybody does." Jennifer smirked and stood back up. "I'll see you around Sam."

Sam smirked and watched her walk away before he walked over to some of the mats and started doing his sit ups. Just as he finished and stood up he heard a bang come from the hallway. Everyone immediately stopped doing their activities and looked around, thinking it had been some sort of construction or something, but they were proved wrong when three more shots were heard loud a clear in the silence. The girl he had talked to, Jennifer, immediately burst into quite sobs and the gym teacher looked around, not sure what to do. Luckily the announcement came on after that and the gym teacher walked over to a storage room, leading all of the kids inside. Sam didn't follow, the last thing he wanted was to be stuck in a room, corner by a shooter so he decided to hide underneath the bleachers. It seemed much safer in his mind so he crouched down and pulled out his phone, getting ready to text Mercedes. He glanced at the text he had sent earlier and then sent another one to her.

Are you okay?

Once he sent it he saw that he had a message from Quinn that had just been sent a few minutes ago.

Where are you?

Sam read it and replied as quickly as he could so he could let her know that he was fine. He didn't want her to be worrying about him.

I'm fine…in the gym. Where are you?

He knew that the blonde girl would know what to do in a time like this; she was usually so calm and collected anyway. He sat down and closed his eyes sending up a quick prayer. He prayed that Mercedes, Mr. Shue, Quinn, Finn, Rachel, Puck, Tina and everyone else in Glee Club would stay safe and he prayed for the families of the ones who had died already. As he finished he nodded and hoped that that was enough for God to take it into consideration. He looked down and saw a light blinking on his phone; a new text. He silently chanted in his head; please be from Mercedes, please be from Mercedes. When he unlocked his phone he was slightly disappointed to see that it was from Quinn. Well, at least she was okay…he was glad about that too. Her text read:

I'm in the Geometry room, I'm really close to you...is he over here?

Sam was about to text back no when he heard footsteps walking down the hall, it sounded like the person was wearing heavy boots. He passed the gym doors and Sam saw through the crack in the bleachers that he was wearing all black and he had dark black hair too. He didn't even stop at the gym, he just kept going down the hall towards the Spanish room and…Geometry room. That was when Sam realized that he was going towards Quinn's room.

He's over here. Don't move.

Sam was constantly checking his phone for the next couple minutes, hoping to get either a text from Mercedes or a text from Quinn. He hadn't heard any gunshots, but that didn't mean that they weren't out of harm's way. He froze completely as he heard the gym doors open and he instinctively sunk to the ground and held his breath.

"Sam..." He recognized Quinn's soft voice immediately, but there was something weird about it. She sounded like she was crying. "Sam...please tell me you're in here."

Sam gulped and got to his feet quickly and he looked through the crack just to check again and make sure the coast was clear. Luckily she was already standing close to the opening of the bleachers so he could reach her easily. He walked out towards her and took her wrist gently in his hand, he felt her shaking slightly and he was automatically concerned. "Quinn. Are you okay? What happened? Are you hurt?" He asked her.

"No...no. I'm fine." Quinn told him. He saw her brush the hair out of her eyes to look over at him.

Sam nodded, he was glad to hear that she was fine for now. He knew they had been out in the open for too long so he carefully pulled her under the bleachers with him. "What happened?" he whispered to her, wondering why she was crying. Her eyes were puffy and red and she her cheeks were wet with her own tears.

"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..." He knew what she was feeling, looking death in the eyes can be scary so he didn't want to make her explain anymore.

"I know..." He leaned over and embraced her in his arms, hoping that it would comfort her. He rubbed her back as she cried for a couple more minutes about it, until Sam pulled away because his mind was wandering somewhere else. "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..."

Sam nodded, taking it all in. He saw her look down at her phone and text someone back, but he assumed she hadn't heard anything new or she would have told him. He glanced at his phone for a second, but saw no new messages. Where was Mercedes? More importantly, was she okay?

"You haven't heard from Puck have you?" Quinn asked. She saw concern glinting in her usually cold, hazel eyes. "Or Finn?"

"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 was talking about Mercedes, but somehow he could tell that Quinn had feelings for Puck just by the way she talked about him.

"What about Finn?"

Sam thought for a second and then his eyes widened. He suddenly remembered what class Finn had gone to for first period. "Finn was in Spanish." he said, stomach dropping. Spanish was the class where four students had already been killed. Just an hour earlier he and Finn had been singing classic rock songs in his car on the way to school. What if that was the last memory Sam will have of his friend? What will Finn's family say? Through these past couple months Sam had grown close to the Hudson-Hummel family and he couldn't even imagine the devastation that would ripple through that family.

"Oh...oh...no. Not Finn." Quinn shook her head and he could tell that she was about to cry again. He knew Finn had been her boyfriend for the longest time, but really he was the rock of the Glee Club. Without him, they would be a mess. "He couldn't have...there's no way."

"Tell Kurt. He'd want to know." Sam told her, remembering how she had said she had been texting him. They were step-brothers after all so Kurt deserved to know what was going on right now.

When she finished, Quinn looked back up at him. "I can't believe this is happening...here of all places. Who would do this?" She asked, sniffing slightly. He could see the outline of her frame in the darkness, leaning against something; a pole maybe.

They shared an intense look for a few moments until he looked into 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. It was the same guy he had seen before; dressed in black with jet black hair covering his head. He seemed to be looking for something or someone with a determined, ambitious look on his face. He was targeting someone.

"Sam. Sam Evans, I know you're in here." He called out, raising the gun in the air. There was piece of paper in his hand that he was holding and he kept glancing at it, to make sure he was in the right place. Sam's stomach fluttered and he blinked a couple times trying to put the pieces together. What was that piece of paper in his hand?

"He has my schedule." Sam finally concluded in a whisper, "And probably yours too." He realized. That was why he had known Quinn was in the Geometry and that was why he came back to the gym looking for him. For some reason Quinn and Sam were on this guy's hit list. "Don't say a word." Sam breathed, keeping his eyes focused on the shooter. He watched as the boy sighed and rolled his eyes.

"Very mediocre of you to make me come looking." The guy said, "Come out, come out where ever you are…." He hummed, walking up the bleachers. Dust fell onto them, but they didn't complain. They just closed their eyes and hope that he would just leave without seeing them, but little did they know that when their eyes were shut he had seen through one of the cracks. Both of their blonde heads stuck out in the darkness and the shooter just chuckled and hopped down the bleachers. He twisted the gun in his hand and walked to the opening of the bleachers, cocking his gun. "I see you." He told them and Sam felt Quinn shaking in his arms.

"Shhh…." Sam breathed into her hair. "I won't let him hurt you, okay?" He whispered, lifting his head to look at the guy.

The guy smirked, "Finally…now come on…out into the open. I just want a have a little talk with you two." He made a gesture with the gun for them to come out and Sam took Quinn's hand and started leading her towards the gunman. He made sure to position himself between her and the shooter, just in case. That was all he could do until they were out in the open. There weren't a lot of ways for Sam to protect her now; she would have to just stay strong.

"Sit please." The guy pointed with his gun to the first seat of the bleachers and smiled as Quinn and Sam sat down next to each other. "Hmm…where to start, where to start…" He turned his glare to look at Quinn who couldn't make eye contact. She kept her eyes trained on the lining of the basketball court on the gym floor. "I bet you don't remember me…" He chuckled, deviously and she shook her head.

"I'm sorry…" She whispered, but he just ignored her and carried on.

"The football guys put a bag over my head and tied me to a flag pole while they let all the cheerios put make up on me. You put on my lipstick and then suggested that they try to hoist me up with the flag like in those movies. They pulled and pulled until finally I started to lift up off the ground, but it wasn't long until they just dropped me and I fell to the ground. You all left, but you didn't know that I shattered my knee cap and had to get surgery, physical therapy, emotional therapy, and I had to wear a cast for 6 months after all that. Did you know that Fabray?" He asked, harshly.

"I…I…" Quinn looked up at him, trying not to stutter. She wanted to be strong and handle this carefully. "I'm sorry we did that to you, but once we all joined Glee Club we stopped doing things like that."

"THAT DOESN'T MEAN YOU DIDN'T DO IT BEFORE!" He yelled at her and she flinched, closing her eyes for a moment.

"Why are you doing this?" Quinn asked him, softly. It surprised Sam how calm she seemed to be, at first he thought that she was going to cower, but now she seemed confident. He hoped that her confidence would pay off in the end.

"To stop things like this from happening to other people. You two, Barbie and Ken, were at the top of the food chain for a good half of a year. You guys didn't care about anyone getting bullied, you didn't do anything to stop it!"

"We didn't know it was going on." Quinn told him, now making eye contact with his crazed brown eyes for the first time.

He shook his head, "You dumb-…" He stopped himself, "Why does everyone even think you guys are so great? You have an enormous mouth and you act like a nerd, but no one bullies you. And you…" He paused, eyes resting on Quinn, "You're just some little slut that got pregnant at 15 and is never gonna visit the baby again." The guy said, knowing that that would push over the edge.

"Hey!" Sam jumped to her defense and stood up. He glared at the guy, how could he say that about her…he barely knew her.

"You better sit back down or I swear I will put a bullet through your head." The guy sneered and aimed his gun at Sam who slid back into his seat, glancing at Quinn who was sitting completely still. Knowing her, Sam knew that this meant that Quinn was too angry to even speak right now. He hoped she wouldn't say anything that would get her into trouble.

"You have no right to say that and you know what?" Quinn stood up, her face red with anger. She didn't even care about her surroundings right now or what this guy had in his hands she would never let anyone talk bad about her baby girl. "I'm glad we tied you to that flag pole because you deserved it."

"Take it back!" He yelled, glaring at her. He was definitely close to breaking now.

"No." Quinn wouldn't break just because he was yelling at her a little bit. She realized what she had done now and lost her confidence a little bit.

"Quinn just give it up." Sam pleaded; he knew something bad was going to happen soon.

"No! He can't just talk about my baby like that and get away with it!" Quinn glared back at him.

"Fine, fine. I won't. Can we just sit back down and calm down, okay?" The guy told her, obviously not wanting to lose control so quickly. "I have to do it soon." He glanced at the clock and bit the inside of his cheek.

"Do what?" Sam asked, relaxing a little bit when he saw Quinn sit back down on the bleachers next to him. He was glad that everything had calmed down and they were all just talking again.

"I have to…I have to kill one of you…" The guy said, glancing down at the piece of paper, "or both of you." He smirked with a sinister look on his face. He knew now would be the time that this whole plan would pay off and he could get revenge. "How about this…I'll let you two decide amongst yourself who I kill and the other will survive." He said, nodding to them.

"The other will survive? No funny business?" Sam asked, he knew from crime movies and shows that the killer always lied and ended up killing both of them. This guy seemed pretty sincere about what he said, so Sam turned to Quinn.

"I'll do it." Sam nodded to her. "I just want you to know that I love you and I want you to tell Mercedes that I was in love with her and tell Finn thank you and tell my family I love them…okay? Just don't forget." Sam felt tears started to fall from his eyes as he felt his life drawing to an end.

"You don't have to do this, Sam. You have a family that cares about you all I have is…"

"A beautiful baby girl that deserves to have her mother in her life." Sam finished for her, shaking his head. "I have to do this, I have to for you and Puck and Beth, okay? So tell them I died brave, tell them I died like a hero."

"You did Sam and I love you too. I'll be here the whole time, you shouldn't be scared okay?"

Sam nodded and stood up. "I'm doing it." He glanced back and Quinn who was crying again. She couldn't watch him die, it would break her heart.

"Awww…good. I was hoping you would decide on him." The gunman chuckled, "You." He pointed the gun at Quinn. "Stand over there." He gesture to the left of Sam so that she was out of the way, but still had a clear view of him being shot. That was how the gunman wanted it. Sam sighed and closed his eyes; he didn't want that last thing for him to see before he died to be a crazed gunman. He would rather have his eyes closed so he could focus on his breathing and wait for the end to come. Sam heard the clicking noise that a gun makes when it cocks. He gulped and nodded, he could handle this and he knew it was for a good cause…Quinn was a mother and that baby needed her in her life. He was doing the right thing. A bang came and Sam braced himself and waited for the bullet to rip into his body, but the pain never came. He assumed that he didn't feel the pain because his adrenaline was pumping so he felt his stomach, chest, head and even neck but there was no wound. The shooter hadn't shot him, panic filled Sam. Who had he shot then? He opened his eyes and his worst nightmare was coming into the light. Quinn was laying on the ground with her face contorted in pain, she held her stomach and he hands were covered in blood. Sam couldn't breathe, blood pumped hard in his ears and he looked up at the guy holding the gun.

"I thought you said no funny business!" Sam yelled at him.

"Oh…I couldn't help myself." The gunman chuckled, "Sorry about that. I know you really thought you were gonna die, you should be happy. Your life is spared…your welcome."

Sam charged towards the guy with full force, but he was expecting it and he whipped his gun around to hit Sam across the face. It stung painfully and Sam fell to the ground with his vision blurred. That gave the shooter enough time to exit the gym and leave him alone with Quinn. He knew now that his greatest priority was to help her now.

"Quinn." He said, crawling over to her. She was hyperventilating, her face was covered in sweat, but she was shivering. Even Sam, who wasn't good in science, knew that was a bad sign. "Please stay awake. I promise I'll help you." Sam picked up a towel that people would pick up to dab their sweat away. He started to wrap it around her stomach as gently as he could. He knew she was trying to stay quiet and keep the pain from getting to her, but as he tightened it she started to sob weakly. He felt terrible to doing what he did, but he knew it was necessary for her to survive. "I'm so sorry for all of this."

"Its….not your fault. You…didn't…know that…he would…" Quinn was having trouble breathing so Sam just cut her off while nodding.

"I know. I'm still sorry though, but I promise that you'll get out of here. You'll be fine Quinn. I know you will be, okay?"

"You promise?"

"I promise." Sam nodded, looking down into her hazel eyes that were still swimming.

"Can…you…find…Puck?" Quinn asked, getting weaker as the time went on. She felt like she had no energy left and she had a throbbing feeling in her head.

Sam picked up her phone, nodding. "I'll try." She didn't have any new texts, but he sent out another group message to everyone in Glee Club. It read:

This is Sam. Quinn's hurt. We need help. Find Puck.

"Sam…" Quinn moaned, her eyelids feeling heavy. She just wanted to close her eyes and sleep.

"No…no. Quinn please don't close your eyes. Stay awake! Please! Stay awake, okay? Look at me! Keep your eyes on me." Sam exclaimed, seeing her eyelids start to flutter and close. He could tell that she was dying, he just didn't want it to happen yet so he kept talking to her and pleading her to stay awake and keep her eyes open, but every time that she would open them it would only be for a second because she was too weak, so Sam just let her keep them close, but made sure she was awake by getting her to talk to him. He whipped around when he heard the gym doors open behind him. He hoped and prayed for a split second that it wasn't the shooter back to finish the job he started. Sam turned around and let out a sigh of relief when he recognized it to be Santana.


Sorry for slow updating, I'm literally writing the new chapter right before I post it so that's why it takes me so long to get it up. I'll try and be faster. :)