"Oh my god, Blaine, RUN!" Rachel screamed, pushing past him to save herself.

Blaine let out a cry as Puck rounded the corner, a knife in his hand and a crazed look in his eyes.

"Coming to get you Anderson!" he screeched, and Blaine's eyes widened as he jumped over a fallen body.

Blaine hurtled through the hallways, yelling in horror as he bumped into someone.

"Kurt!" he cried when he recognised his boyfriend in the dim light.

"Fuck, Blaine we can't get out. The doors and windows are all locked on ground level and the windows on this storey are all too high to jump from!"

Blaine was panicking. He didn't want to die. Not yet.

"Who's still…" he swallowed hard. "Left?"

"I don't know I just…" a high pitched scream interrupted them and Blaine and Kurt's eyes closed simultaneously. "Rachel's gone."

It was too hard to be upset when there was a killer on the loose – it was far too easy to only be grateful that it wasn't you.

"What are we gonna do?" Kurt asked worriedly, his voice shooting up a couple of octaves.

"I just…I don't know!"

Kurt swallowed hard and they heard footsteps, their eyes widening. Kurt pulled Blaine, almost falling down the stairs. Puck was upstairs – that wasn't the place they wanted to be. They didn't know who was still around – only that they were together.

When they reached the first floor, bodies were scattered everywhere, and they didn't know where to turn.

"We've got five minutes." Blaine whispered, glancing at the clock.

Kurt nodded, looking around worriedly. "Is there like, a cupboard we can hide in?"

Blaine snorted. "They're all locked. I found that out in the first half hour."

Kurt nodded worriedly. "How did you hide?"

"Rachel." Blaine said softly, glancing around. "Hid behind her the whole time. She's pretty spry."

Kurt stifled a laugh, wandering through the house. Puck hadn't come downstairs yet, which meant people were still upstairs.

"Three minutes." Blaine whispered.

They headed to the doors, trying them one more time and finding them still locked.

The next two minutes were spent worriedly glancing at the staircase, but they didn't need to worry. A siren went off that echoed through the house, and Kurt grinned happily, letting out a cheer.

"We survived!" he grinned, and a body on the floor groaned.

"I died in like, the first two minutes." Mercedes muttered. "I thought I was about to fall asleep there for a second."

Blaine and Kurt laughed as the others came downstairs.

"I think Puck should always play killer." Rachel said with a small grin. "That scream was real – he scared the absolute shit out of me."

Puck laughed appreciatively. "That was fun."

"We should do this again!" Finn said, pulling himself up from the floor.

"No…I was actually scared for a while there." Kurt muttered.

"Yeah, but at least you survived." Sam muttered.

"Was it just Kurt and Blaine who lived?"

"Yep. I got you all!" Puck laughed.

The simulator let out a warning message for them to leave, and they all collected their things before heading out.

"You have to do it next time." Blaine advised Kurt as they left.

"Why?" he moaned, his heart still drumming.

"Because I might die, and that wouldn't be very good."

Kurt frowned. "But…"

"No. I survived because I was looking for you!"

Kurt grumbled. "Fine…but next time we're bringing supplies. Like our own knife."

Blaine grinned.

"Deal!"