Authors Note: Thank you for reading. Please continue to let me know what you think. I am not totally happy with this chapter but here you go.
Also, it's May Day bank holiday here in the UK, so you get this chapter a day early xx
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Heavy Breathing.
Sobs.
Tears.
The darkness of the classroom seemed to be closing in. No one could see anything. The blinds had been drawn, the light switched off. The only light came from the faint glow of some of the cell phones as the some of the New Directions texted frantically.
Glancing to the side he saw Sam and Brittany curled into each other's side, Brittany clutching onto Sam's T-shirt tightly. Artie was on his other side frantically texting his mom (who had to be freaking out).
Jake, Marley, Ryder and Unique were curled up against each other, Marley's cell in the middle of them illuminating their faces slightly. The two freshman were in the opposite corner of the room by where Coach Bieste was sat on the floor next to Mr Shue.
Kitty crawled in between himself and Artie, grabbing a hod of each of their hands in her own. He could feel her shaking beside him. He wanted to tell her that everything was going to be okay. That they would be found safe. That people were going to take them to safety. But he couldn't. He tried but no words would come out of his mouth. Just quicken shaky breaths.
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It felt like they had been sat their for hours and maybe they had. He couldn't see the clock from where he was sat behind the piano. He couldn't really see anything. He wondered where Tina was and hoped that she was safe. Despite, the pair growing distant in their friendship recently he needed to know that she was okay. She was the only one who wasn't in the choir room and no one had any idea whether she was okay or not.
He really hoped she was.
It didn't really come as much surprise to him about all the thoughts that were pulsing through his mind. The same thing had happened right before he blacked out at the Sadie Hawkins dance his Freshman year. But this time he realized that he would be, well not happy if this were the end, but he had pretty much everything he wanted. He glanced side-wards to look at Kitty who was muttering to herself about all the things she was grateful for and he couldn't help but think that he had a lot to be grateful for. It wasn't thanksgiving but that doesn't mean he can't list them, right?
Firstly, he had an incredibly handsomely talented boyfriend with the most vibrant green eyes he had ever seen. He had taught him how to be himself again, shown him that it was okay to hurt and that it was okay to let others know the boy behind the show face and the bow-ties. More importantly, he had shown him how to love. He had though what he had with Kurt had been love but now he knew that it was just friendship (maybe even that was too strong of a phrase). With Kurt he had settled, at the time not knowing any more out and proud gay teens in the entire state of Ohio. But now he had Sebastian and his heart ached at the thought of what he must be thinking now.
Secondly, he had closest thing he ever believed he would have to family: the Warblers. Those boys liked to put up the classic posh rich boy front but he knew there was way more to them than that. He knew that Thad was an absolute child when it came to Disney and that Jeff was the biggest Harry Potter fan that he knew (including himself). He found Nick's obsession with 80's movies hilarious and he couldn't help but crack a smile when Beat attempted dance (he had no idea how he had pulled off their choreography at Sectionals). He loved them to pieces and he knew they loved him. They were his family.
Thirdly, he had the bestest best friends in the whole entire universe. He had never imagined that he would have so many amazing people in his life. Santana, Quinn, Puck, Mike, Brittany, Sam, Artie, Kitty, Rachel, Charlie (and he figured that meant Hunter Clarington too), Matt, Logan and Wes. All these amazing people somehow decided that they wanted to be Blaine's friend and he had absolutely no clue how it had happened. Not that he was complaining.
But here he was sat on the floor of the choir room hiding behind a piano while everyone else freaked out. Neither had any idea what was going on in the corridors of McKinley but at least here in the choir room they could prepare for the scenarios that they be faced with.
They could be found and get out safely.
They could be injured.
They could die.
It really was a simple situation to be in comparison to their loved ones outside of the school. Out there they had no idea where they were, if they were okay, whether they were going to be okay. It was a situation that he really really wished that he could avoid and that he could make better but he knew that he didn't have that power.
One thing he wondered though was if there was anyone outside waiting for him. The Warblers and Sebastian would be at Dalton; Cooper was in LA; his parents were in Europe; Santana and Rachel were in New York; Quinn was at Yale; Mike was in Chicago.
He felt lonely.
Even in a room full of friends, he felt lonely.
And scared.
God, he was scared.
He felt Kitty squeeze his hand tighter as noises could be heard from outside of the room. Doors were being swung open, rooms were being checked. Shouts of police officers as they checked each and every corner of the school for the shooter. For the gun.
And then was being pulled to his feet by Sam and into a hug, tears finally breaking through their barrier and cascading down his cheek. Then he swept into a hug by Brittany and Kitty, the two girls clinging to him as he wrapped his shaking arms around them.
They were okay.
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