Blaine and Forrest ran out through the front doors of Building F.

"We need to get to a phone and fast!" Forrest gasped.

"Yeah, let's go, let's go to Building A. Let's go find Dean Thomas, and then we'll find Kurt." Blaine gasped back. Both boys were out of breath. They ran parallel to the west wall of Building C to their right, keeping their eyes on Building A. They reached the end of the wall when they heard a door clang open behind them. Blaine reached out and grabbed Forrest's shirt. They both veered right and pressed their backs to the north wall of C, Blaine closer to the edge of the wall. Blaine listened hard for the loud thumps of heavy boots, but only heard a really light shuffling that was almost inaudible. He turned to Forrest and jabbed his finger over his shoulder towards building F.

"There's someone there!" He mouthed.

As the shuffling came nearer, Blaine and Forrest were ready to sprint to the front doors of A—which was straight in front of them—when another door clanged open.

"Well, well, well, look who we have here."

Blaine and Forrest looked at each other—it was the voice of one of the gunmen. But the voice wasn't talking to them; it was talking to who ever was behind them.

"Hmm, I see we've only caught one of our targets." The voice continued.

"What do we do about the other two, Rocks?" Another voice chimed in, sounding playful.

"Hmm, I don't know, but I don't see why they need to run free with our faces fresh in their minds."

"That's true." The second voice sighed.

"Rocky, n-no, please, we'll do anything, I swear." A new voice said. The voice belonged to Nick.

A gun cocked.

"No!" Blaine cried, flying out from the safety of the north wall.

Rocky Valderez had his gun trained at three boys who were pressed against the wall, Rocky's partner standing off to the side. Nick, Andy—and to his horror—Kurt were the boys against the wall. Rocky's partner's gun flew up and pointed at Blaine.

"No, Raff, don't." Rocky said sharply, throwing his hand in front of Rafael's line of fire. Rafael lowered his gun.

Rocky smiled at Blaine, but kept his gun trained on the three boys against the wall.

"God, it's like a reunion!" Rocky exclaimed. "Ahh, I feel like I'm gonna cry. Blainers, how is your faggot ass?"

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Blaine growled.

"Oh, I'm just doing my job."

"And what's that? Killing off every gay guy one by one? I didn't know you get paid for doing that."

"Ugh, Blainers, I wish. I'd totally do that for a living!"

"You're a horrible person, you know that, Rocky? You and your friend." Blaine nodded to Rafael.

"Watch it, queer." Rafael growled.

"Why can't you just accept us for who we are? We did nothing wrong—"

"SHUT UP!" Rocky yelled. "Blaine, do you wanna know why I'm doing this? Huh?"

"Rocky—"

"I SAID SHUT UP!" Rocky turned his gun on Blaine.

"No, don't—" Kurt cried out, but Rafael jammed the butt of his gun into Kurt's face.

"NO!" Blaine screamed.

"Raff, not yet," Rocky said calmly to Rafael.

Kurt's nose started gushing blood.

"Oh my God, Kurt—" Blaine said, his voice breaking. He made a move towards Kurt but Rocky fired his gun into the air three times. Everyone jumped, except Rafael.

Rocky trained his gun back on Blaine. "So, anything going on with you and Kurt?" he asked.

Kurt's blue eyes flicked up to Blaine's face. Blaine's eyes swam. He opened his mouth to try to say something, but nothing came out because he didn't know how to answer the question.

"Blaine," Nick whispered.

"Shh, let him talk." Rocky murmured to Nick without taking his eyes off of Blaine.

Blaine looked into Kurt's eyes, the eyes he fell in love with that first day at the marble staircase. Kurt stared back and tried to smile through all the blood. He nodded to Blaine.

Blaine looked back at Rocky. "I love him. I love Kurt with everything I have left of me. Even though I can be a huge douche bag sometimes—and yeah, Rocky, you know that first hand—never will I ever let anyone hurt him," Blaine looked down at Kurt and remembered his nose. "Well, I didn't do such a good job there, but…" he stood in front of Kurt. "If you want to shoot Kurt, you have to shoot me first."

Rocky touched a hand to his chest. "How touching… but we were gonna do that anyways."

Rocky cocked his gun—and was tackled to the ground from the side, along side Rafael. Forrest had hurried around Building C and lunged from the wall behind Rocky and Rafael.

"Forrest, no!" Blaine cried.

"GO!" Forrest screamed.

Nick and Andy tried to pull Blaine and Kurt along, but all four of them watched as Forrest ripped Rafael's rifle away and threw it towards Andy. Andy snatched it from the ground. Forrest tried his best to keep them both down. He kicked Rafael in the face and kept Rocky down with blows to the head. But somehow, Rocky's arm snaked free. He managed to pull his pistol from his back… and pulled the trigger to Forrest's chest. Andy and Nick yanked Blaine and Kurt away and led them to building E on the other side of the campus, sprinting at full speed.

By the time the boys made it into the building, Steel, Cory, Shaun, and Troy were running out of Building F with Dom screaming in their ears.

"What the fuck happened?" Shaun yelled.

"Those—fucking—queer-ass—bastards!" Rafael gasped.

"Dom, where'd they go?" Troy screamed into his wrist.

"I don't know! I can't see them! I don't know what building they're in!" Dom replied.

"FUCK!" Troy yelled. "WHERE ARE YOU FUCKERS?"

"Search Building A, it was the closest building they could have escaped into!" Dom said.

"Someone hand me my gun, I'm gonna shoot them myself." Rocky muttered, trying to get to his feet. As soon as Rafael and Rocky were able to regain balance, they all headed into Building A.

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