A/n: Thank you guys so much for the reviews. Turns out you all want me to continue :). I'm not sure what this is. Maybe someday it will turn into a Klaine or a Blam story. Two things I'm sure of though is that Blangst will be in it a lot and I'll add some Burt somewhere, because I love him.

Just a really quick, sort of personal, question: should I answer reviews? I'm not very good with people, but I wanna try to be a nice person and show all of you my love :).

I hope you guys enjoy the third part.

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A Gun Makes Me Feel Stronger - PART 3

Immediately after Burt Hummel heard about a shooting at McKinley, he jumped out of his chair where he was sitting at the time, and drove towards the school. He can't even seem to care to check if he'd locked the door or that he forgot to bring his phone. He was glad that both Kurt and Finn weren't at McKinley at the moment, but that didn't stop him from freaking out. He needed to make sure that the kids were okay. He loved all of them, but one small, curly haired boy and the blond teenager who still lives in his house will always have a special place in his heart. They are both family.

Burt pulled up the driveway and stepped out of his car. He sped his step when he found several parents and children outside the building, most of them in tears.

Hurriedly he walked even closer to the school and looked around. His eyes searching for the New Direction kids, but they were nowhere to be found.

"Sir," Burt said in a rush as he padded on Mr. Figgins' shoulder. "where are the Glee kids?"

"Mr. Hummel, you need to calm down. Cops are already inside the building, everything will be okay." Mr. Figgins reassured calmly, it was clear that he had used that sentence more than once today.

Burt wanted to complain about the text he got from Sam, or that Figgins didn't even answer his question, but was distracted when the front door of the school opened one last time and known, but also terrified faces appeared on the schoolyard.

He immediately walked up to the group and was pulled into tight hug by Sam right away. A smile spread on his lips and tears sprung in his eyes as soon as he laid his head down on Sam's shoulder. About a minute later the hug ended and he placed both of his hands on Sam's arms, staring at the other boy like he was trying to read his mind.

Burt saw how the other students decided to leave, all of them holding each others hands tightly as they walked towards their parents. It broke his heart to see these kids this upset. Obviously he didn't have a strong connection with all of these kids, but it still killed him on the inside to see them crying. They are only kids, this isn't supposed to happen to them. He scanned the group slowly. He soon realized that he finally knew all of their names. You could say he had some trouble remembering the names of the new kids, but that time seemed to be over. His eyes widened when he saw that one boy was missing.

"Where's Blaine?" Burt asked suddenly.

Sam turned around and pointed somewhere, Burt wasn't sure where because Blaine was nowhere to be seen. "He was right behind us." Sam stated surely as he pushed his teachers aside. "Blaine!" He shouted, but silence followed. He didn't need to think twice. He sped his pass and wanted to ran into the school, but was stopped by Mr. Schue's hand on his arm.

"Sam, what are you doing?" The male asked worriedly.

"Blaine, where is he?" Sam asked and when his teacher didn't answer within a second he pulled himself free from his teacher's grip and did what he wanted to do before, walking right into the school. "Blaine! Dammit, dude!" Sam shouted, or maybe even begged. He was really desperate to find his friend. Especially after what happened before.

Sam walked further, he noticed Burt joining him and they shouted and tried to get Blaine's attention together for what felt like hours, but only seconds had passed.

"What if he's dead? What if he lost too much blood. He nearly passed out in the choir room, he needs a doctor." Sam rambled nervously. He inhaled deeply and ran his hand through his hair. He looked around one last time as he wiped away his tears. "Blaine!"

"No wait, Sam stop," Sam looked dumbfounded at the older guy, but he stayed silent."What do you mean he nearly passed out in the choir room?"

"Oh..." Sam started, a little bit uncomfortable. "He was shot."

Burt eyes widened and were filled with pure hate and angst. His breathing increased and if Sam wasn't with him right now he would have walked to a locker, beat the crap out of it and call it nasty names. But Sam is here, so he tried to hide his bad mood as best as he could and simply continued walking. A little bit faster than before and his eyes were fixed on the floor underneath them.

They kept walking and opened every single door they saw, but Blaine was nowhere to be found. Only seconds later the two of them stopped their movements and turned around when someone asked for their attention. Burt has to say that he was surprised that they even made it inside in the first place. Let alone walking around for almost a minute.

"Sirs? You need to leave the building." A cop approached the two of them and pointed to the door that was meters away.

The two of them did turn around, knowing that Blaine wasn't there anyway. "Can I ask you a question?" Burt asked politely as he finally opened his mouth after a minute of pure silence. "Have you seen a short boy, wearing a cheerleader uniform?" Burt turned around and faced Sam to check if Blaine was indeed wearing those clothes and a single nod was all he needed to look back at the young man in uniform.

The cop shook his head and nodded to the door. Burt and Sam followed his instructions and left the building.

When they were finally outside Sam completely broke down. He fell to his knees and hided his face in his hands, sobbing quietly. Mr. Schue watched the two of them interact and told them that he tried to keep talking to the cop to prevent him from going inside, but he was satisfied to go inside and get the two of them out of the building. Mr. Hummel thanked him silently and padded the teacher on his shoulder. After a while Burt positioned himself behind the crying boy and stroke him comfortingly on his back.

"It's okay, Sam. We are going to find Blaine. And we are going to find him alive. I promise."

He didn't know how he was gonna do it, but Burt always keeps his promises. And he sure as hell hopes that he can keep this one too.

Blaine woke up with a sharp pain in his arm. He could hardly remember what happened, but somewhere he knew that he was shot at school earlier today? Yesterday? Or maybe even a longer time ago. Everything else is a blur. He doesn't remember how he ended up being tied up on a chair. Or where he is. Something was around his head, which made it impossible for him to see anything.

He panicked when he found out he couldn't move or speak, tape covered his mouth and made it impossible for him to even move his lips.

Blaine groaned when the handcuffs around his wrists painfully made cuts in his flesh when he moved forward and backwards, but he didn't stop. He was awake enough to know that he needed to get out of here. The chair followed his movements and soon Blaine was lying on the ground. He screamed when his injured arm made contact with the ground and he cursed under his breath for being so stupid when he heard footsteps from far away. The steps moved in the same speed as Blaine's heartbeat. Fast.

"Blainey, what are you doing?" A voice asked out of nowhere. Blaine opened his eyes, he wasn't sure when he closed them, but his sight didn't change. He heard footsteps approaching him and Blaine struggled when someone lifted his chair and placed it back on four legs. "That's not good for your arm, sweetheart." The stranger added with a very clear British accent.

Blaine stayed silent. Not that he could say anything.

The Briton untied the blindfold and threw it on the ground. Blaine blinked a few times with his eyes until he could have a clear view of the room.

It was a small room. There was nothing hanging on the walls and it was obvious that the occupant didn't care much about the interior of the place. There was a toilet in the corner and not far away from where Blaine was sitting on the chair was a kitchen. When Blaine inspected the other side of the room he saw a really dirty shower and even a small television was settled on the ground. Finally Blaine looked forward, facing the stranger angrily.

He wasn't sure if he was really a stranger, though. He seemed familiar. The male was wearing usual clothes and had a small, confident smile spread on his lips.

"Well, hello Blaine Anderson. My name is Adam and you killed my brother."

A/n: Thanks for reading :).

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