Mike was holding his breath even though he knew it was pointless. He’d heard the gunfire… Was he dead? No, because if he was dead he surely wouldn’t be able to feel pain? Or the weight of Tina on his lap? (Not that she was heavy) He must still be alive but then what had the gunfire been. Slowly, very slowly, he turned his head to face the corridor. All the gun-men were dead. Tina moved her head to look as well.
“What happened?” She whispered.
“I have no - ” Mike stopped talking as a figure came around the corner.
“Asian and Other Asian. Why have you not left the building?”
“Coach Sylvester?”
Sue moved closer so that they could see her. She was holding a gun.
“Why are you still here?” she repeated.
“Tina’s hurt her leg so we couldn’t run that fast and they came out of nowhere” Mike said, gesturing at the men on the floor.
“Get out now then”
Mike stood up, carrying Tina gently. He walked to the end of the corridor and turned around.
“Why are you helping us? All you’ve ever done is made our lives a living hell”
“If anyone’s going to kill you, it’s going to be me. Not a crew under orders from a psychopath” Sue spoke quickly then ran off towards to the back of the school.
Mike and Tina looked at each other before breaking into a run. Maybe Sue Sylvester wasn’t all bad.

“Sanny? Are you crying?”
Santana didn’t answer because she would give it away if she spoke. Instead, she pulled Brittany closer.
“I love you Britt-Britt. Don’t ever forget that”
“You mean that?”
“Of course I mean it. I’ve always meant it. I’ve just been so scared about what the school would do to us. To you”
Brittany looked up at Santana, “Does this mean we can be together? I’m not with Artie anymore”
Santana looked at the flames that were approaching.
“Yes it does”
Brittany pressed her lips to Santana’s. Santana forgot everything. She forgot that they were in a burning building. She forgot they were about to die. To be honest, she’d probably forgotten her own name. All she knew was that the girl she loved was hers, forever more.
There was a whooshing noise and the moment was broken by a bucket load of water landing on them. Spluttering Santana faced the hall to find the flames gone.
“Sorry to interrupt that sweet moment but regardless of how hot it was you, it would have been hotter if the flames got you”
Santana couldn’t believe her eyes.
“Quinn?”
Quinn dropped the hose she was holding and began nursing her arm.
“How did - ? What did - ? Why are you - ?”
Quinn smiled, “The Unholy Trinity must stick together”
Brittany smiled and jumped up to hug Quinn. Santana was motionless for a moment, then she stood up and joined the hug.
“Thank you” she said quietly.
Quinn smiled,
“Let’s run” she said as she heard gunfire on the floor above them.
The three of them sprinted down the hallway, Santana holding Brittany’s hand as tightly as possible.

“Why would you show yourself?” Mercedes screamed at Lauren as she tried to pick Sam up.
“I didn’t mean to!”
“Help me get him into a classroom”
“Mercedes, half this school is on fire and the other half is full of gun-men! We can’t hide in a classroom. We need to get off the property!”
“I can’t carry him.” Mercedes cried as she fell to the ground.
Lauren picked Sam up like a rag doll and stood up.
“Come on” she said.
Mercedes stood up and ran along side Lauren. They stopped after a few meters because they heard footsteps.
“What do we do?” Mercedes whispered.
They were silent as they moved to the wall; it was the best form of camouflage they could manage. They could hear the footsteps getting louder and louder as the person got closer. Mercedes and Lauren held their breath… as Puck and Artie flew around the corner. All four of them screamed as they saw each other although Puck and quickly disguised it as a cough.
“Puckerman” Lauren said.
“Lauren, Mercedes… What’s with Sam?”
“He passed out in the choir room and he hasn’t- oh”
Mercedes stopped speaking because Sam had moved. Lauren lowered herself onto the ground so she could lie Sam down.
“Sam?” Mercedes said as she crouched near his head.
“Mercedes?”
“Oh Heavenly Tots you’re alright!”
“What happened? Where am I?” Sam said as he looked around.
There was the sound of several footsteps running down a hall.
“Yeah, about that – we should probably run” Puck said.
Mercedes helped Sam stand up and put an arm around his waist to help him. They moved as fast as the dysfunctional group could. Away from the footsteps.

“Shit Kurt” Finn said as he backed away from the flames.
Rachel moaned as she clutched onto Finn.
“I think we need to head to the courtyard” Kurt said, holding Blaine closer to his chest.
“But that’s where the gun-men are” Rachel said.
“But that’s also where the people that scared the gunmen are so maybe they can get us out. Plus between burning alive and getting a headshot, the latter is least painful”
Rachel whimpered but realised Kurt had a point. They turned around and headed back they way they’d come from. They couldn’t hear anyone, which was even more unnerving. After they’d moved a few hundred meters Kurt stopped dead in his tracks. Finn and Rachel turned around.
“Kurt…?” Finn asked.
Kurt was looking at the boy in his arms. Had he just moved?
Blaine moaned and twisted in Kurt’s grip. Kurt quickly lowered him onto the ground. Finn and Rachel moved closer.
“Blaine? Blaine! Can you hear me Blaine?” Kurt said, frantically.
“Kurt…?” The response was very quiet and weak.
“Oh My Grilled Cheesus!” Finn said under his breath, relief evident on his face.
“Blaine!” Kurt exclaimed burying his face in Blaine’s neck.
Blaine moved his arms so they were around Kurt.
“I was so scared Blaine” Kurt mumbled.
“What’s going on?” Blaine asked.
Kurt sat up, pulling Blaine with him.
“Long story short, we’re at McKinley with fire and gunmen. I always said this school was messed up”
“What’s – Ow!” Blaine said as he tried to stand up.
“Blaine? What is it?”
“Me leg! Oh holy crap that hurts”
“Where does it hurt?” Finn asked as he crouched down next to him, “You were lying at a weird angle when I found you”
“It’s - ” Blaine began but he was interrupted by shouts.
“There they are!”
The four teenagers looked up and saw a man running towards them with his gun at the ready. He was aiming for Blaine.
“Over my dead body” Kurt muttered as he jumped forwards.
A shot rang out.