Blaine's breath came short and quick, hurried gasps in the darkness of the gym. He was trapped. A thousand memories went through his mind, regrets over things done and left unsaid. In his mind, Kurt. The last, sweet words of friendship and possibility and the smile on his face the last time they saw each other. He'd begged for better memories to return after the reveal of his infidelity left only the look of betrayal and now in the gloom, finally respite as his mind understood the probablilty of a conclusion to his short life.

He looked around, his memories behind him. He had to get out. His life would not end this way. He crept along the bank of lockers he'd slid down when he needed to hide from the shooter who'd come so close to the locker rooms, but not inside, giving him time to escape into the gym, but he wasn't safe. He pressed his hand against the cold, varnished wood and got up enough to look out of the glass panel into the hallway and his heart stopped.

The shooter was outside.

He backed away but slipped on the shiny floor and crashed hard onto his butt, cursing softly. He didn't know if it was that, the sound of his sneaker squeaking or the difference in light when he'd looked through the door but the gym door swung open. Blaine acted fast; he got up, his muscles screaming at him and bolted across the floor into the locker room.

Footsteps followed and Blaine saw the door out to the bleachers, so close. He sent up a quick prayer to a God he didn't believe in and ran.

The door slammed open and he almost stumbled at the blast of sunshine flooding into his golden eyes but the footstep and the cold fear of never seeing his Kurt threw him forward and down the steps. He tripped in a few places but carried on, he couldn't stop.

Shots rang out and he could see teams of men in black and police cars swirled around but he didn't stop. He kept running, his feet knew the way, engrained in their soles. Pain shot up his leg as he threw himself out of the gates of McKinley High and he kept running. Sweat poured into his eyes to mingle with his tears and the gel lost its hold on his hair as he veered onto the familiar street.

Unsurprisingly the door was unlocked and he flung it open. He just registered the taller, slim figure of his dreams and memories before he threw himself into his arms, sobbing loudly. The sweet, heavenly voice whispered into his ringing ears. "I'm here Blaine, you're safe."

He belonged nowhere else.