Hey guys!
The response so far is amazing!
I was supposed to update last night, but with the shooting in Columbia I thought it wasn't right. I would like to pay my respects to the victims and those hurt in the shootings. RIP.
Mackenzie: No! *throws Klaine unicorns and rainbows at you*
Janto-Klaine-Shipper x – aaah well we shall wait and see eh? I do have a tendency to do horrible things to our precious Kurtie *evil laugh*
Everyone else, thank you so much for reviewing! I shall try and update each night by 9 (English time) I'm working on the next chapter now!
Hide and Seek Chapter 1
Blaine had just finished singing "It's Not Right…" he closed his eyes to add effect to the ending of the song. When he reopens his eyes, he see's Kurt walking past him to the door, he can see the tears waiting to fall from Kurt's porcelain skin.
Blaine wants to go after him, but something in his head is stopping him from doing so. Next thing he knows, he is being enveloped in a hug by one, Rachel Berry.
"I'm so sorry sweetie, I knew he was texting someone but I didn't think to tell you. I feel so awful and I'm such a bad friend and –"
Blaine stopped Rachel's' rambling by putting his hands on her shoulders. "It's okay Rach. I was bound to find out sooner or later wasn't I?" Rachel nodded. Blaine watched as Mr Schue left the room before saying, "Well then. I don't really feel like going to class so who wants to stay here and just chill?" Blaine asked the group.
He was met by cheers and whoops from the New Directions, most who had already stood up when the bell went, and sat back down to finish their conversations.
"I can't believe Kurt would do that to Blaine! That's such a bitchy thing to do." Santana said.
"Well, if I recall correctly, nearly everyone in this room has cheated on each other, especially you, so I don't think you can really talk Santana," Tina said matter-of-factly, earning a nod from Mike and Brittany.
Santana glared at Tina, replying, "Yeah but its Kurt! Come on, he's the Mother Teresa of the group, he – "
Look, lets not talk about Kurt and start talking on Nationals, okay. I'm sick of everything being about Kurt." Blaine said loudly.
Finn turned to Rachel, "You don't suppose it's another mistake like last time, remember the whole Fleetwood Mac Rumours thing." Finn whispered.
Rachel faced Finn, her face unsure, "I don't know Finn, I saw the texts, I- "
She was interrupted by screams outside the choir room. Puck walked to the door, when everyone heard sounds of gunfire. Puck turned back to the group with a scared expression all over his face.
"Lock the door Godammit!" Santana shouted at Puck.
Puck obeyed. Locking both doors and running back to join the New Directions. Everyone was standing from their seats, grabbing hold of the person next to them for protection.
"No don't lock the door! What about Kurt!" Finn shouted at Puck. Puck and the rest of the team had looks of guilt on their faces. No one moved.
Blaine was shaking, he ran to his bag, grabbed his phone, and made to call Kurt, earning in it going straight to voicemail. "Kurt! Pick up baby please!" Blaine pleaded.
"I think we need to stay away from the door, if someone were to look in through the window and saw us all just standing here they'd come right in and shoot us all." Mercedes said.
The group went to sit down against the walls next to the door, so they were hidden. Blaine kept redialling Kurt's number, begging for his boyfriend to pick up.
Blaine was filled with so much guilt. If I hadn't have sung that damn song, Kurt wouldn't be somewhere out there, running from a guy with a gun, running for his life. Dear God what have I done…"
Blaine didn't realise Brittany trying to talk to him. "It's okay Blainey, Dolphin will be safe, and he's kinda like a ninja. I bet he can walk through walls like a ghost." Blaine couldn't help but choke out a sob when Brittany said this.
"He always called me 'Blainey' when he wanted something." Blaine said in a sad voice.
"He still does, he's not going anywhere. He'll call you 'Blainey' by the time your 154 and living in a home." Brittany said seriously. Blaine didn't have the heart to tell her that people couldn't live to be 154.
There was absolute chaos outside. Most of the girls were crying into their boyfriends chests; while the boys were doing the best they could to console them. Santana and Brittany sat on each side of Blaine, Brittany holding one of his hands, Santana with her hand on Blaine's thigh, Blaine's other hand held his phone, constantly redialling Kurt, hoping, and praying for him to pick up, or somehow tell Blaine that he was okay.
About 10 minutes later, even though it felt like hours, the hallway was quiet. The New Directions didn't know whether to be relieved, or terrified. Relieved because they couldn't hear the screams of terror, and terrified to learn that it was quiet because everyone was dead.
Blaine was starting to hyperventilate after so much time had passed and he still hadn't heard from Kurt. He kept receiving pitying looks from the rest of the New Directions.
The students have already called their parents to let them know that they were safe for now, and the parents would keep calling them to update them on the situation outside of school. Apparently it's like a circus outside; a police tape is lined around the school, filled with a crowd of worried parents, TV Crew, and the Lima Police Department. Also Ambulance's were on standby.
Finn had the hard part of explaining to Burt what happened with Kurt, and how they keep trying to get through to him but with no avail. Burt was of course deeply concerned, but pledged that he would keep calling.
Minutes later, the door to the choir room is kicked open. The girls scramble into their boyfriend's laps. Everyone screams.
The shooter walks in to face the stricken students, holding an air rifle. He was wearing a gas mask to cover his face and hide his identity, and was covered in blood.
"Stand up." The shooter commands. The New Directions stand in front of the shooter so fast that they could have been dizzy from the motion.
"Now, you guys are going to be my hostages. If I hear any of you talk, or fight me, then you're going to end up dead, just like your fag friend I met in the boys bathroom…" The shooter said with a smile wide on his face.
The New Directions gasp, some of the girls start screaming, Blaine doesn't understand what's going on. All he knows is that his heart is beating so freaking fast, and he feels like he's falling. He feels someone grab him, but he's hit the floor already. He closes his eyes, the first thing he see's when he closes his eyes is Kurt.
Don't worry guys, Blaine isn't dead! He just fainted.
Who should I kill off? I can't have a shooting fic without killing a few ND people; I don't like most of them so I'm fine with anyone!
I'm thinking Rachel first? I hate her, especially from stealing NYADA from Kurt.
And whats happened to Kurt? oooooooohhhhh
Anyways, till next time!
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