Not Keen on Tuesdays, Either 3/?
Title: Not Keen on Tuesdays, Either.
Author: mothergoddamn & rebness
Pairing/characters: Blaine/Kurt, Santana/Brittany, Rachel/Finn, Kurt/Karofsky (one-sided)
Warning: DARK!FIC. Character death. Violence. Racism.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: When the students of McKinley High are staring death in the face, who will live to tell the tale?
Previous:
1/ 2
Not Keen On Tuesdays, Either
Chapter 3
Santana always thought she'd be ready for stuff like this and was surprised (and a little disappointed in her tough-girl image) when she realised she wasn't. She froze at her locker; she'd clearly heard the loud report of a gun down the hallway.
Well, damn. Lima Heights Adjacent and its cosas malas had come to McKinley.
Her first instinct was to get out of the way. She sprinted to the end of the lockers and pressed herself up against the side, her heart thundering in her chest. No way in hell am I dying today when I haven't even put on anything becoming a hot dead teen picture on CNN. She could hear screams and shouts of panic from the other end of the hall and tensed as some people ran right past her, into the auditorium, which was stupid of them. There was no way out at this end unless you could force the fire exits open. Why didn't they just run past Spanish class and out to the front-
A cold thrill ran down her spine.
Brittany
Without thinking, she pushed away from the locker and pelted towards Schue's class, noting with dread that people were running from that classroom. She was halfway down the corridor when Mr. Franzke stepped into her path. 'You're going the wrong way,' he said urgently, 'the shooter's down there so we can't get past the exit. Get to the auditorium, now! We're going into lockdown!'
'But my friend's in there and I didn't see her go past-'
'Now, girl!' he said sternly.
Santana blinked. 'Excuse me?'
'Hurry up!' he shoved her towards the way she had come.
'Did you just - you didn't!' She shoved him back, satisfied to see him stumble. 'Get out of my way!'
'Grow up, child! I'm trying to save your life here!' he grabbed hold of her wrist and began dragging her towards the auditorium.
'What are you doing! Let go! Hijo de puta, let me go!' She twisted and fought savagely, kicking against his hold.
'Stop it,' cried Mr. Franzke. 'Just stop!'
'Let-me-go!' She clawed at his arm.
He released her, breathing heavily as she fell to the floor. Other students and teachers were still running past them; somewhere, she heard the echo of another gunshot. 'Fine, you goddamn wetb-' he caught himself, readjusted his tie, 'fine.'
Tendrils of contempt wound their way around her throat. She choked out her reply: 'Fuck you and fuck your mother, sir.' Before he could reply, she had sprung up and past him, on towards the class where Brittany had been.
Please, God. I never pray to you because I don't believe I've ever needed - but if you take her from me, if you destroy the one thing I truly care about in this shithole, I-
Goddamit, she had to stop swearing when she prayed.
*
'Did you see the shooter?' Artie asked, his eyes wide behind his glasses. 'Was it anyone we know?'
'No, it was from behind.' Mike shook his head. 'And he had a cap on.'
'I bet it was that punk Karofsky!' Puck punched his left palm. 'This is totally like him. If anyone was going to snap, it's Karofsky.'
'Hey!' said Dave, offended. 'I'm, like, right here.'
Puck blinked. 'Oh, sorry, dude. Er, glad you're okay.' Puck patted Dave on the arm and then turned to Finn. 'Finn, how could you? This guy's solid.'
'But I-'
'Quiet, Finn. Enough of your stirring. I'm thinking.'
Dave, feeling sicker than he had ever felt, sneaked a look at Kurt. Shit, he looked bad. His arms were wrapped tight around himself and he was crying. Like, real ugly crying, none of this single solitary tear bullshit. Dave shoved his hands in his pockets and stared back at the school. That Chang kid said the preppy boyfriend was in there. Fuck, that was harsh. This wasn't just covering some dork in a slushie, was it? And all those other kids. Christ.
"Where's Rachel?' Finn was spinning round and moving people like they were hiding her. 'She's out- Right? She got out?'
'Mike!' The Asian chick was sprinting across the car lot towards them, mascara everywhere. Their bodies made a sickening thud as they collided. 'Oh, God. I thought you were still in!'
Finn barely gave them a second before snatching at her arm. 'Weren't you in class with Rachel? Where is she? Did she get out?'
'I don't-' She pulled her arm out of his clasp, but her features were soft. 'She never showed, then the shooting started and-' She shook her head. 'I'm sure she's okay.'
Finn gripped at his hair and made a sound that sent a shiver up Dave's spine. 'I've gotta call her,' he said as sirens sounded in the distance.
Karofsky threw his head back, unsure of what to do. Fuck, he couldn't take on some murderer. He wasn't getting shot for anybody. He should run away, like most of the other students already had, flee the school grounds. But Puck and Finn and the rest of the jocks were standing around being tough guys, so he guessed he'd have to, as well.
But I'm not risking my life for any of these losers. Dave Karofsky looks after Dave Karofsky.
'Okay,' said Mike, interrupting his thoughts, 'we should get away from here. We're too near windows.' Mike glanced back the way they came. 'Who's missing that we know of?'
'Um,' Puck did a quick count. 'Sam, Rachel, Mercedes, Brittany, Quinn,' he swallowed thickly. 'Lauren.'
'Santana,' Dave murmured. Guilt flared up inside. He should be torn apart with grief and worry like Finn and Kurt. She was his girlfriend. He shouldn't just be this numb fuck standing here staring into space. 'She's still in there.'
'Blaine, too,' Kurt spoke up in a wooden voice. 'Don't forget Blaine.'
If Dave had been a better person, he would have knelt down next to him, took him his arms and said something comforting. But Dave had burnt that bridge a long time ago.
'It's ringing,' Finn said, his knuckles white from gripping his cellphone. 'Pick up! Pick up!'
'That's the police, we need to leave it to them, Finn.' Mike began to move backwards. 'We're sitting ducks like this.'
Tina turned to Artie. 'We'd best get out of here.'
'But Brittany,' he cried, 'I'm not just going to leave her in there!'
'And be a sitting target yourself!' snapped Puck. 'Tina, talk sense into him and get the hell out of here!'
Finn sighed. 'Again, smooth, dude.' He glanced to the school, the back to his friends. 'I'm going back in.'
'Are you serious?' Dave spat out. 'Are you out of your mind? You want to end up like-' He broke off as Kurt glanced up at them. 'You can't, that's all,' he finished in a mutter.
'I can't just leave her, Karofsky! She could be hurt! And the others. What about Quinn?' Finn raised an eyebrow. 'Santana? Or don't you have any soul left?'
'I care, all right! I'm not the one that started this, okay?' Dave took a step closer, his fist clenched. 'I care!'
'Then come back in with me, dude!' Finn turned to the others. 'Puck, Mike? Come on, our friends are in there.'
Mike took a step forward and Tina stepped in front, her hand tight on his wrist. 'Don't you dare.' He glanced at her for a moment, and then shook his head.
'Tina, we can't leave our friends in there.'
'You're an idiot,' she whispered. 'But I expected it.' She pressed his hand, quickly. 'Please look after these losers.' She glanced around, at the other students milling about. 'Someone needs to stay out here and help. There isn't a teacher to organise things - Mrs. Miello fainted behind the dumpsters.'
Jacob coughed. 'Hot Italian teacher needs some attention? I'll help!'
'You motherfucking freak,' snarled Puck, pushing him aside. 'I'll help her.' He stormed off towards the dumpsters, Jacob following close behind.
'Great,' snapped Finn, 'who's coming, then? Just Mike? Seriously, none of you will come with me?'
Dave rolled his eyes. 'Shut up, Hudson. We can't do a thing against a gun.' He sneaked a glance at Kurt, to see how he was holding up.
Or at least, the blank space where Kurt had been sitting.
No!, Dave looked up towards the exit and saw the small frame making a dash for the doors. 'Hudson!'
'Wha-' Finn followed his eyes and sucked in his breath. 'Kurt?'
Dave didn't wait, he had to get him back. He had to keep him safe, the moron! What the hell was Kurt going to do, of all people? He'd just be sacrificing himself for some dead fa.. for some dead kid. He'd pound Hummel into the fucking floor for this. He was running at full speed before he even realised that he was going to go in after him.
Small pelting noises sounded in the air as Dave ran, at his side, near his ear. At his feet.
'Shit!' Finn shouted from behind. 'Someone's firing from the window!' Chaos broke out from behind him, a mixture of screams of anger, fear, indistinguishable in the chaos. Dave pushed it all away, concentrating on closing the distance between him and Kurt. His heart sank as he saw the boy disappear through the door, but he kept on going.
A bullet grabbed at his arm and was found wanting, nothing but fabric as a souvenier and Dave practically leapt over the thresold, the gangly frame of Finn hitting him hard in the back and overturning the two over the into the hallway.
'Which way did he go?' Dave asked, scrambling to his feet. 'Finn! Did you see?'
Now that Finn was back in the school, he looked like he deeply regretted the decision.
Typical damned Hudson.
'I, er-'
'For fuck's sake, Hudson! He's your brother.' Dave looked up both sides of the corridor, flinching at the blood stained footsteps lining the floor. 'Okay, okay- we should-'
'Split up!' Finn hissed. 'You go that way, see if you can find Kurt or Rachel'
'What? No, that's insane-'
'You got your cell?'
'Yeah, but-'
'Call me! If you find them!' Finn was already on the move, running down the hallway and narrowly missing slipping on the wet, blood covered ground. 'Just find them, Karofsky.'
For a moment, Dave stared at his retreating back, the fear replacing the adrenaline. God, he should go. He should get the fuck out. Who gave a fuck about those hysterical chicks? This wasn't on him. He didn't owe anybody.
What did caring about others get you, anyway? Collapsing on the grass and wailing like Kurt Hummel. Shit, what did that do for you, anyway? Nobody can help you, Kurt. Face it like a man, now.
Yeah. Face it like a man and run out the school instead of helping them. Real masculine of you, Dave. Real fucking Rambo, aren't you?
With a grunt, Karofsky turned and made his way down the hall.
He was tired of being a coward. It was time for a new role. If those Glee losers could reinvent themselves, so could Dave Karofsky.
tbc
Chapter 4
Author: mothergoddamn & rebness
Pairing/characters: Blaine/Kurt, Santana/Brittany, Rachel/Finn, Kurt/Karofsky (one-sided)
Warning: DARK!FIC. Character death. Violence. Racism.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: When the students of McKinley High are staring death in the face, who will live to tell the tale?
Previous:
1/ 2
Not Keen On Tuesdays, Either
Chapter 3
Santana always thought she'd be ready for stuff like this and was surprised (and a little disappointed in her tough-girl image) when she realised she wasn't. She froze at her locker; she'd clearly heard the loud report of a gun down the hallway.
Well, damn. Lima Heights Adjacent and its cosas malas had come to McKinley.
Her first instinct was to get out of the way. She sprinted to the end of the lockers and pressed herself up against the side, her heart thundering in her chest. No way in hell am I dying today when I haven't even put on anything becoming a hot dead teen picture on CNN. She could hear screams and shouts of panic from the other end of the hall and tensed as some people ran right past her, into the auditorium, which was stupid of them. There was no way out at this end unless you could force the fire exits open. Why didn't they just run past Spanish class and out to the front-
A cold thrill ran down her spine.
Brittany
Without thinking, she pushed away from the locker and pelted towards Schue's class, noting with dread that people were running from that classroom. She was halfway down the corridor when Mr. Franzke stepped into her path. 'You're going the wrong way,' he said urgently, 'the shooter's down there so we can't get past the exit. Get to the auditorium, now! We're going into lockdown!'
'But my friend's in there and I didn't see her go past-'
'Now, girl!' he said sternly.
Santana blinked. 'Excuse me?'
'Hurry up!' he shoved her towards the way she had come.
'Did you just - you didn't!' She shoved him back, satisfied to see him stumble. 'Get out of my way!'
'Grow up, child! I'm trying to save your life here!' he grabbed hold of her wrist and began dragging her towards the auditorium.
'What are you doing! Let go! Hijo de puta, let me go!' She twisted and fought savagely, kicking against his hold.
'Stop it,' cried Mr. Franzke. 'Just stop!'
'Let-me-go!' She clawed at his arm.
He released her, breathing heavily as she fell to the floor. Other students and teachers were still running past them; somewhere, she heard the echo of another gunshot. 'Fine, you goddamn wetb-' he caught himself, readjusted his tie, 'fine.'
Tendrils of contempt wound their way around her throat. She choked out her reply: 'Fuck you and fuck your mother, sir.' Before he could reply, she had sprung up and past him, on towards the class where Brittany had been.
Please, God. I never pray to you because I don't believe I've ever needed - but if you take her from me, if you destroy the one thing I truly care about in this shithole, I-
Goddamit, she had to stop swearing when she prayed.
*
'Did you see the shooter?' Artie asked, his eyes wide behind his glasses. 'Was it anyone we know?'
'No, it was from behind.' Mike shook his head. 'And he had a cap on.'
'I bet it was that punk Karofsky!' Puck punched his left palm. 'This is totally like him. If anyone was going to snap, it's Karofsky.'
'Hey!' said Dave, offended. 'I'm, like, right here.'
Puck blinked. 'Oh, sorry, dude. Er, glad you're okay.' Puck patted Dave on the arm and then turned to Finn. 'Finn, how could you? This guy's solid.'
'But I-'
'Quiet, Finn. Enough of your stirring. I'm thinking.'
Dave, feeling sicker than he had ever felt, sneaked a look at Kurt. Shit, he looked bad. His arms were wrapped tight around himself and he was crying. Like, real ugly crying, none of this single solitary tear bullshit. Dave shoved his hands in his pockets and stared back at the school. That Chang kid said the preppy boyfriend was in there. Fuck, that was harsh. This wasn't just covering some dork in a slushie, was it? And all those other kids. Christ.
"Where's Rachel?' Finn was spinning round and moving people like they were hiding her. 'She's out- Right? She got out?'
'Mike!' The Asian chick was sprinting across the car lot towards them, mascara everywhere. Their bodies made a sickening thud as they collided. 'Oh, God. I thought you were still in!'
Finn barely gave them a second before snatching at her arm. 'Weren't you in class with Rachel? Where is she? Did she get out?'
'I don't-' She pulled her arm out of his clasp, but her features were soft. 'She never showed, then the shooting started and-' She shook her head. 'I'm sure she's okay.'
Finn gripped at his hair and made a sound that sent a shiver up Dave's spine. 'I've gotta call her,' he said as sirens sounded in the distance.
Karofsky threw his head back, unsure of what to do. Fuck, he couldn't take on some murderer. He wasn't getting shot for anybody. He should run away, like most of the other students already had, flee the school grounds. But Puck and Finn and the rest of the jocks were standing around being tough guys, so he guessed he'd have to, as well.
But I'm not risking my life for any of these losers. Dave Karofsky looks after Dave Karofsky.
'Okay,' said Mike, interrupting his thoughts, 'we should get away from here. We're too near windows.' Mike glanced back the way they came. 'Who's missing that we know of?'
'Um,' Puck did a quick count. 'Sam, Rachel, Mercedes, Brittany, Quinn,' he swallowed thickly. 'Lauren.'
'Santana,' Dave murmured. Guilt flared up inside. He should be torn apart with grief and worry like Finn and Kurt. She was his girlfriend. He shouldn't just be this numb fuck standing here staring into space. 'She's still in there.'
'Blaine, too,' Kurt spoke up in a wooden voice. 'Don't forget Blaine.'
If Dave had been a better person, he would have knelt down next to him, took him his arms and said something comforting. But Dave had burnt that bridge a long time ago.
'It's ringing,' Finn said, his knuckles white from gripping his cellphone. 'Pick up! Pick up!'
'That's the police, we need to leave it to them, Finn.' Mike began to move backwards. 'We're sitting ducks like this.'
Tina turned to Artie. 'We'd best get out of here.'
'But Brittany,' he cried, 'I'm not just going to leave her in there!'
'And be a sitting target yourself!' snapped Puck. 'Tina, talk sense into him and get the hell out of here!'
Finn sighed. 'Again, smooth, dude.' He glanced to the school, the back to his friends. 'I'm going back in.'
'Are you serious?' Dave spat out. 'Are you out of your mind? You want to end up like-' He broke off as Kurt glanced up at them. 'You can't, that's all,' he finished in a mutter.
'I can't just leave her, Karofsky! She could be hurt! And the others. What about Quinn?' Finn raised an eyebrow. 'Santana? Or don't you have any soul left?'
'I care, all right! I'm not the one that started this, okay?' Dave took a step closer, his fist clenched. 'I care!'
'Then come back in with me, dude!' Finn turned to the others. 'Puck, Mike? Come on, our friends are in there.'
Mike took a step forward and Tina stepped in front, her hand tight on his wrist. 'Don't you dare.' He glanced at her for a moment, and then shook his head.
'Tina, we can't leave our friends in there.'
'You're an idiot,' she whispered. 'But I expected it.' She pressed his hand, quickly. 'Please look after these losers.' She glanced around, at the other students milling about. 'Someone needs to stay out here and help. There isn't a teacher to organise things - Mrs. Miello fainted behind the dumpsters.'
Jacob coughed. 'Hot Italian teacher needs some attention? I'll help!'
'You motherfucking freak,' snarled Puck, pushing him aside. 'I'll help her.' He stormed off towards the dumpsters, Jacob following close behind.
'Great,' snapped Finn, 'who's coming, then? Just Mike? Seriously, none of you will come with me?'
Dave rolled his eyes. 'Shut up, Hudson. We can't do a thing against a gun.' He sneaked a glance at Kurt, to see how he was holding up.
Or at least, the blank space where Kurt had been sitting.
No!, Dave looked up towards the exit and saw the small frame making a dash for the doors. 'Hudson!'
'Wha-' Finn followed his eyes and sucked in his breath. 'Kurt?'
Dave didn't wait, he had to get him back. He had to keep him safe, the moron! What the hell was Kurt going to do, of all people? He'd just be sacrificing himself for some dead fa.. for some dead kid. He'd pound Hummel into the fucking floor for this. He was running at full speed before he even realised that he was going to go in after him.
Small pelting noises sounded in the air as Dave ran, at his side, near his ear. At his feet.
'Shit!' Finn shouted from behind. 'Someone's firing from the window!' Chaos broke out from behind him, a mixture of screams of anger, fear, indistinguishable in the chaos. Dave pushed it all away, concentrating on closing the distance between him and Kurt. His heart sank as he saw the boy disappear through the door, but he kept on going.
A bullet grabbed at his arm and was found wanting, nothing but fabric as a souvenier and Dave practically leapt over the thresold, the gangly frame of Finn hitting him hard in the back and overturning the two over the into the hallway.
'Which way did he go?' Dave asked, scrambling to his feet. 'Finn! Did you see?'
Now that Finn was back in the school, he looked like he deeply regretted the decision.
Typical damned Hudson.
'I, er-'
'For fuck's sake, Hudson! He's your brother.' Dave looked up both sides of the corridor, flinching at the blood stained footsteps lining the floor. 'Okay, okay- we should-'
'Split up!' Finn hissed. 'You go that way, see if you can find Kurt or Rachel'
'What? No, that's insane-'
'You got your cell?'
'Yeah, but-'
'Call me! If you find them!' Finn was already on the move, running down the hallway and narrowly missing slipping on the wet, blood covered ground. 'Just find them, Karofsky.'
For a moment, Dave stared at his retreating back, the fear replacing the adrenaline. God, he should go. He should get the fuck out. Who gave a fuck about those hysterical chicks? This wasn't on him. He didn't owe anybody.
What did caring about others get you, anyway? Collapsing on the grass and wailing like Kurt Hummel. Shit, what did that do for you, anyway? Nobody can help you, Kurt. Face it like a man, now.
Yeah. Face it like a man and run out the school instead of helping them. Real masculine of you, Dave. Real fucking Rambo, aren't you?
With a grunt, Karofsky turned and made his way down the hall.
He was tired of being a coward. It was time for a new role. If those Glee losers could reinvent themselves, so could Dave Karofsky.
tbc
Chapter 4