~AN~
|The remainder of this story will
|be told in Kurt's POV.
"I swear, Rachel, every time you cook, we end up with burnt food and ordering takeout," I joked at Rachel's horrendous cooking skills. She had yet again burned what was going to be our delicious dinner.
"Well maybe you should have cooked then, Kurt!" she complained.
"You know that I couldn't of! That article that I've been working on for my boss at Vogue is due tomorrow!"
"Well maybe you should have thought about that while you were skyping Blaine for five hours last night!"
"Well..." I felt the heat rush to my cheeks.
"Speaking of your fiancé, your phone has been going haywire in here Lady Hummel," Santana complained, walking into the kitchen.
"Oh yeah! Blaine said that he would skype me after glee club today." I jogged into the other room, grabbing my phone.
"You wonder why he gets no work done," Rachel whispered from the other room.
"Heard that!"
"You were meant to!"
I sighed and plopped onto the couch, opening the message from Blaine.
Kurt,
I need to tell you something, but please don't freak out. I'm trapped in the choir room at McKinley. We've heard some gunshots and now we're on lock down. I don't know if there's help on the way, or if the shooter is out of the school. All I know is that I'm scared. About dying, about losing someone, but most importantly about not seeing you again.
If this doesn't end well, or if I...don't make it... I want you to know that I love you so much Kurt. You have made my life worth living, even if I'm about to stop doing so. I want my last thoughts to be of all the memories I have of you. You light up the best in me, and I know I'm being dramatic, but you are my one true love.
Please, send help. I love you Kurt. Always have, always will.
-Blaine xx
What? He couldn't be serious. There is no way that there could be a shooting at McKinley, at least not a real one this time. The last time something like this happened, it turned out to be a false alarm. This had to be too, right? My Blaine can't be in danger. There's no way...
I reread the text over and over again until my head began to hurt. Why would Blaine kid around about something so serious? He knows how I feel about loosing people, especially after my mom and Finn died. Suddenly, what should of occurred to me after the first time I read the message came to my mind.
My Blaine is in danger.
I slammed my phone down on the coffee table and rushed to find my shoes. I didn't care how long it would take me to get there, I was going to Lima as fast as I could.
"Kurt, what are you doing? Is everything alright? Why are you crying?" Rachel sat down next to me on the couch, where I was putting on my boots. I hadn't even noticed I was crying.
I ignored Rachel as I grabbed the keys to my car. I was almost out the door when she spoke again.
"Kurt! What is going on?!"
I turned up to face her, probably looking like a bright, red tomato. For once, I couldn't care less about how I looked. There was only one person on my mind.
"It's Blaine," I choked as I ran out of the building.
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I was surprised that I didn't get pulled over on the way to Lima. I took mostly country roads, that way there would be less traffic and I could speed all the way there. The last time I had checked my speedometer, I was going nearly a hundred miles per hour.
At last, I pulled into the McKinley High School parking lot, which was almost full. Luckily, I found a spot around the north side. I parked and ran to the front of the building.
The whole school was a madhouse, even on the outside. There was a huge crowd of worried people, yellow tape lining all entrances of the school, and more firetrucks and police cars then I could count. Many police officers were around the main doors of the school, yelling at worried moms and dads to step away from the school.
I need to get in that school.
I shoved past dozens of crying parents and made my way to the entrance. As I reached for the handle, I was pulled back by the collar of my shirt.
"What do you think you're doing, kid? There's an armed gunman in that school, no one can go in," a tall, husky police officer yelled.
"No, I have to get in that school! My fiancé is in there and-"
"No buts, kid. Nobody get in that school until everyone is safely out."
He pushed me away to the back of the crowd. There was no way I could get into the school from this door. I needed to find another way in.
As I rushed to find another way in, a bloody, terrifying sight caught my eye.
There were about fifteen ambulances parked on the east side of McKinley. The people from the trucks were wheeling cots out of school, cots with bloody, lifeless bodies on them.
What if Blaine is on one of those cots?
Part of me wanted to run to check every cot to see if one of them was him, but the other part of me knew that Blaine could still be in that school. I decided to keep looking for a way in.
Every door I passed had an officer in front of it. I walked around the entire school, all the way to the west side, when I found it.
There was a broken window, big enough for a person to fit through. The gunman must have made it to get into the building.
Looking to see if any officers were around, I sprinted to the window and climbed inside. Finally, I was in.
Ow!
I picked up my left foot, groaning in pain. There was a large shard of glass that went all the way through my boot. And to think, I had just boughten these...
No. Who cares. You can buy new boots later. Find Blaine.
As painful as it was I grasped the shard in my hand and removed it from my foot. Trying not to put much weight on my left foot, I carried my way down the halls of McKinley, reaching the choir room.
"Ah!"
"No!"
"Help!"
I heard muffled cries from the choir room.
No. It couldn't be. I couldn't be too late. The gunman couldn't be in there, he just couldn't be.
The cries continued to come from inside the choir room, until I made out a muffled sound.
"I love you Kurt."
"Blaine!" I screamed, snapping the door open.
I only got a glimpse of the choir room. There was blood everywhere. I saw the outline of several bodies laying on the ground. That's all I got to see.
Everything went black.