A/N I hope you enjoy this, it was hard to write. Please bear in mind it is currently 3:27 in the morning so any mistakes, again I apologise.

When Rachel heard then deafening fire of the gun her hands flew to her mouth as she stifled a scream. The echo of the shot bounced of the lockers making it seem louder than it was. Staggering backwards she slipped, due to her still slushy coated shoes, but managed to catch herself on a near by locker.

They were close.

That gun shot was defiantly closer than the last one.

She started to panic her breathing coming out ragged, she needed to hide.

Her head snapped side to side desperately looking for somewhere to hide, anywhere. She ran across the hall to a classroom door trying and failing to open it. Locked.

"Dammit!"

She looked around again. This was the only classroom in this hallway. She'd have to keep moving. She tried to think where the next closest one was searching her brain as she mentally mapped out the school. But before she could even attempt to move she heard something else.

Footsteps.

Her eyes widened, they were so close. Two more minutes and she'd have a bullet through her head. They were getting louder, closer. She frantically searched around but there was nowhere she could go the closest class room was in the direction from where the footsteps where coming. Spinning around she shook the door handle tears gathering in her eyes as she pushed and pulled.

"Please, please,please.." She repeated as she used all her strength on the door she knew was never going to open. A sob ripped from her chest.

She was going to die.

The realisation hit her like a fright train.

She was never going to be on broadway, she'd never have an apartment in New York, she'd never be married, never have kids, a family. She never even got to say goodbye to her dads. But out of all these things she thought about, one thing hurt the most.

She'd never get to tell Quinn how she felt.

Another sob pushed its way past her lips. Quinn. Was she ok? Did she get out? Did she even know Rachel was still in here? Did she even care? All these questions she'd never know the answers to.

The footsteps were louder now, so close. she let her hand fall from the handle and slowly turned around back against the door as she waited for death. Her killer was a few feet away from rounding the corner and she closed her eyes tightly, her hands shaking with fear. Tears soaked her cheeks. Head resting on the door behind her.

"Goodbye." She whispered into the air.

Suddenly she fell backwards head smacking against the hard floor. She was too in shock to scream. Was she dead? Her vision was clouded and her head pounded painfully. was this it? had she been shot? She felt like she was in a bubble, she could hear a voice, so familiar but she just couldn't place it. Every think blurred together she could just make out the words as a figure crouched in front of her.

"Rachel! Stay with me, come on. Shit Rachel keep your eyes open."

She could her it but she wasn't listening, she all of a sudden felt tired her eye lids weighed heavily and she struggled to keep them open. The voice faded into the background and she finally let go darkness consuming her.

"Santana."

Her legs gave out and she sank to her knees. Feeling dizzy. This wasn't happening.

She didn't even try to stop the tears this time as she stared at her best friends body. If she hadn't of threw up before she knew she would of now. She just knelt there staring. She was so pale, almost matching the colour of Brittany. Her eyes trailed further down her body and she saw a small pool of blood underneath the Latinas leg, looking up she saw the wound covered with what she assumed was a piece of cloth tied tightly with some string. She rubbed at her bloodshot eyes trying to make the room stop spinning and then she asked the dreaded question, which she was sure she knew the answer too.

"Is she-is." She took a deep breath and tried again. " Is she dead?"

She heard Brittany make a noise of utter heartbreak beside her. And it made her own heart clench painfully.

"Sh-she c-cant be." She whined hands tightening around her best friends body eyes screwing shut in a weak attempt to stop the tears. As she willed this to be dream, that she'd wake up any second now in bed arms wrapped around a very much alive Santana. "She t-told me- she told me th-that, that she loved me." Her body racking with sobs that were to strong to withhold as she repeated something over and over again. Quinn tilted her head to the side trying to make out the words. And when she did her own heart broke for the girl In front of her.

"I never got to say it back."

Quinn didn't know what to do. There was no words that could comfort the girl. not over something like this. So she sat there helplessly, until she couldn't look anymore. this was the girl who used to light up the room with just her presence, now Quinn didn't think she would ever be the same brittany they knew before. She switched to Santana they'd always been so close from children, now the unholy trinity. yeah her and Santana insulted each other, competing any chance they got, but in the end they always had each others backs.

Brittany was still shaking crying and it didn't look like she was stopping anytime soon. Quinn's eyes flittered over the Latinas body not being able to look at her face anymore. They searched around before landing on the girls chest and- wait what. No. It can't be. Can it. how She prayed this wasn't just wishful thinking as she watched the bearly there rise and fall of her friends dead chest. It was so faint that she thought she had just imagined it.

Shakily, she reached out for the girls wrist. Did she dare? If this was just her imagination, just wishful thinking. False hope. Well, she didn't think she could handle it.

But what if it wasn't?

That was enough of a good argument on its own. So with a deep breath she pressed to fingers to her friends pulse point. Her brow creasing as she waited. And waited.

Her heart plummeted.

She felt it. It was slow and light but it was defiantly there. She had a pulse.
She was alive.

"She's alive!"

A/N sorry guys but I just didn't have it in me to kill Santana off. Though I am warning you there will be a character death. Also sorry for the shortness I will try and make the next one longer.