The clock on the wall read five to eight. Mr Schuester was still talking about some artist that had been dead for years.
“… So that’s why I feel we should do Michael Bolton for Nationals” He finished turning to face his class.
Brittany had fallen asleep onto Santana’s shoulder; Tina and Artie were playing angry birds on their phones whilst Mike looked over their shoulders; Kurt was texting someone, Finn and Rachel seemed to be discussing whether ‘On My Own’ or ‘I Dreamed A Dream’ was a better song; Puck was staring at his watch as though he thought it had stopped; Quinn was blowing a bubble with her chewing gum; Sam and Mercedes kept sneaking glances at each other; Lauren was miming playing the drums.
“Were you guys listening to any of that?” Mr Schuester asked.
“No” Santana said simply.
Mr Schuester opened his mouth like he was about to say something when there was a loud BANG from somewhere down the corridor. Everyone jumped and looked out of the door.
“Stay here” Mr Schuester said as he walked about of the room.
“What do you reckon that was?” Rachel asked no one in particular.
No one answered. The minutes went by in silence as they waited for their teacher to return. After seven minutes, Sam walked to the door and looked into the corridor.
“There’s no sign of him” He said turning back to the Glee club.
“Maybe he’s just - ” Quinn began however she was cut off by a high-pitched wailing that came from above them.
Everyone looked up as they heard something speeding towards them.
“Guys I think we should move” Kurt said softly as the sound got louder.
No one needed telling twice. Everyone stood up and began to run towards the exit however before they got there, the falling object had made impact with the building. The explosion knocked everyone off their feet. There were several screams and yells as the roof caved in. There were loud bangs from all over as bits of the roof hit various objects around the room. The piano made a spectacular sound as it fell to pieces. There were several more screams and the sounds of cracking then, silence. Kurt was the first one to move. He stood up and began to brush all the dust off his clothes. He moved to the centre of the wreck that was their choir room. Everything was smashed. The piano was now a pile of keys and black wood, half of the chairs had broken, even Sue Sylvester’s trophy had smashed.
“Is everyone okay?” Kurt asked looking around trying to spot all his friends.
There were various replies however Kurt couldn’t really make any of them out.
“Mercedes?” He said, looking for his best friend.
He saw her hand sticking out from a pile of rubble. He ran over to her and pulled her upright. As soon as she was free they went around the room trying to free everyone else. Artie’s wheelchair had broken so they placed him on the only chair in the room that wasn’t broken.
“Is everyone okay?” Kurt asked again.
There were three different responses. Puck, Finn, Lauren, Mike and Santana said ‘yes’, Mercedes, Artie and Rachel said ‘I think so’ and Tina, Sam and Quinn said ‘No’. Everyone turned their attention to the ones who’d said ‘no’.
Quinn was holding her arm, which was bent into a weird angle; Sam had a nasty looking cut on his head and Tina couldn’t move her leg.
Everyone began looking through the rubble to try and find something they could use as a brace for Quinn and Tina whilst Mercedes did her best to tend to Sam’s cut.
“What the hell happened?” Puck asked.
No one answered. No one knew what to answer.
“Where did Mr Shue go?” Rachel asked.
Everyone looked at the doorframe (the door had been blown off its hinges).
“Should I go and find him?” Finn asked.
“No. I think we should stick together” Kurt said looking at the Glee club, “We don’t know what happened or what’s going to happen”
“But what if he’s injured? He might need help” Tina said.
Mike, who was wrapping his jumper around Tina’s leg, said “She has a point”
“Okay. Maybe Finn, Puck and Lauren should go. I don’t think anyone should be on their own.” Kurt suggested.
“Look at you taking charge” Santana said as the people Kurt had mentioned left the room.
There was a noise from the courtyard.
“Why are the cement makers here?” Brittany asked from where she was looking out of the window.
Kurt, Santana and Mercedes walked over to the window and gazed out. There was a huge lorry that had parked at the top of the steps in the courtyard. The driver opened the back and around a dozen men in black, with balaclavas hiding their face, jumped out.
“Holy shit” Santana said under breath whilst Kurt just looked in horror.
They were all carrying guns.
“What do we do?” Mercedes whispered.
Kurt didn’t reply, he had just noticed his iphone on the floor. He picked it up and saw that he had a new message. He’d been texting Blaine just before the incident so Blaine must have replied. What he saw made his heart stand still.
Just reached the school, See you in a moment :) xxx
“No. Blaine please leave” Kurt said to his phone.
“What is it?” Mercedes asked.
“Blaine’s here” Kurt said showing Mercedes the screen.
She bit her lip but said nothing.
“Kurt?”
Kurt turned to face Brittany.
“Yes?”
“Are we going to die?”
“No Britt! Of course we’re not”
Brittany didn’t look particularly re-assured so Kurt gestured for Santana to come over. Santana pulled Brittany into a hug and because whispering things in her ear. Kurt moved to sit next to Rachel who was staring at her phone.
“Finn hasn’t replied” She said without looking up.
“Finn’s with Puck and Lauren. He’ll be fine” Kurt said although he too was having doubts.
There was a sudden sound from downstairs, which caused everyone to jump. Kurt heart quickened with fear.
“Is that…?” Tina asked not daring to finish her sentence.
“Machine gun fire” Artie said with horror in his voice.
Quinn began to murmur, “We’re dead. We’re dead” over and over again.
Mercedes and Sam reached over and pulled her into a hug, taking care to not hurt her arm. Kurt was trying to reply to Blaine message and tell him to ‘get the hell out’ but it seemed that his touch screen had broken.
“What are we going to do?” Artie asked.

“Dude, where do you reckon he’d have gone?” Finn asked.
“I don’t know. Where did the initial bang come from?” Puck replied.
Lauren was lagging behind them not paying attention to what they were saying. She walked to the window to see if she could see the teacher outside. What she saw was much worse.
“Shit… Puckerman!” She said loudly.
Puck and Finn joined her at the window.
“Whoa!”
“Holy crap”
The field was full of cars. Not police cars as they’d hoped but black cars. There were around 20 men with machine guns firing at the doors. They then ran forwards and out of view.
“They’re in the building” Finn said quietly.
Puck cursed under his breath.
“Who are they?” Lauren asked.
Puck shrugged and looked down the corridor.
“Maybe we should go back to the choir room.” He suggested.
“What about Mr Shue? We can’t leave him alone with those people in the building” Finn said.
“Dude, we need to keep ourselves safe”
“But he could be injured!”
“Or he could be fine!”
“We don’t know this though”
“Who’s that?” Lauren interrupted their quarrel.
“Who?”
The boys moved back to the window and saw a figure strolling towards the school, obviously completely unaware of the happenings. Finn pressed his face right up against the glass for a better look.
“Oh no” He said under his breath.
It was Blaine.