Set in season four episode eighteen (04x18) where the school shooting occurs, and you’re dating Sebastian in secret.
The first shot startled everyone quiet. No one moved and Mr. Schue paused his statement.
The second was like a confirmation that what they heard wasn’t just a slam or a firecracker a football team member smuggled into the school, but a gunshot.
People in the glee club let out yelps and shrieks as they hit the ground. Ryder grabbed you and pulled you down with him. The kids in the glee club hid behind the pianos and other items in the room as Mr. Schue and Coach turned off the lights.
You pushed yourself against the wall, heart racing at an unsafe pace. Sam and Ryder were on either side of you, and you could see Artie fall out of his wheelchair and pull himself to the wall.
“Start texting your families,” Mr. Schue ordered quietly, “let them know what’s going on but don’t tell them where you are. Shooters have cell phones too.” Quickly, you grabbed your phone and started a group text with your parent(s)/legal guardian(s).
You hear footsteps as you start spamming your boyfriend with text messages. Deciding that you had to speak to him one more time, you called him. You squeezed your eyes shut as a tear fell down your face, hearing Sebastian’s voicemail.
He didn’t pick up.
“Seb, it’s me,” you whispered in the voicemail, sniffling, “Listen, there were gunshots. Someone’s in the school with a gun. I-I’m with Mr. Schue and the glee club. I don’t know what’s going on, but-”
Someone suddenly started jiggling the handle to one of the doors, causing your classmates to yelp and cower into each other. You let out a sharp gasp and curled into yourself, starting to cry harder as you forced yourself to hold your breath.
The person ran to the other door when they couldn’t get in and wiggled the doorknob. You let out a small sob, but the person quickly left back down the hall.
You let out a shaky breath. “I love you, Seb,” you whispered, crying quietly, “I don’t know if any of us are gonna get out of here. I just wanted to tell you that I love you.” You stopped th voicemail, hiding your face in your knees.
Back at Dalton, Sebastian sat in class, not noticing his phone vibrating in his pocket as he took notes and stared at the clock, counting down the twenty minutes that was left in class.
About ten minutes later, Mr. Schue got up and went to the door. “Where are you going,” you whisper-hissed, “You can’t leave!” Mr. Schue turned to you, seeing your terrified frame. “I’m going to get Britney,” he assured you, “I’ll be back.” And then he was gone, leaving you and the rest of the glee club members in the hands of Coach.
You leaned your head against the wall, fishing your phone out of your pocket. Quickly, you dialed the one other person you could think of calling, praying that he’d pick up. “Hey, Y/N,” Hunter’s voice echoed in your ear, “What’s up?”
You let out a sob as emotions filled you, relieved that you were able to talk to your best friend, but also extremely upset at the fact that this may be the last time you’d ever talk to him.
“Y/N,” Hunter asked, concern lacing his voice as he heard you cry, “What’s wrong-” You sniffled, “There’s a school shooter, Hunt.”
Hunter was silent for a couple seconds, before he spoke again. “What did you just say?” He asked. You felt the tears roll down your cheeks as your friends began to record their possibly final words and statements to their families. “Someone shot of a gun,” you cried quietly, “The entire school is on lockdown. Someone tried to get in but the doors were locked…I…”
“Oh my god,” Hunter gasped, “Sebastian’s about to get out of class. Try to stay on the line with me, okay kid? You’re gonna be fine.” You bit your palm, trying to stop a sob that wanted to so desperately rip from your throat. “I called and texted but he didn’t answer,” you told your friend, “Hunter, I’m so scared.”
There was a knock on the door and you yelped, sending Hunter into a panic on the other line. Mr. Schue, Britney, and two other students entered the room, locking the door. “Hunter-” you went to say, but your phone suddenly died, causing you to chuck your phone across the room and let another sob escape your lips.
Hunter was shouting into the phone when the line cut off, just as Sebastian walked in. “Hey man.” He greeted, unaware of anything. He threw his bag down and walked over to his friend, furrowing his eyebrows. “Dude, the phone can’t talk to you,” he joked, “Stop yelling at it.”
Hunter looked up from his phone to Sebastian, and Sebastian’s infamous smirk faltered when he saw Hunter with tears in his eyes. “Woah, Hunter, what’s wrong, man?” Sebastian asked him.
Hunter only stared at him, “There’s a shooter at McKinley.”
That’s how the two Dalton boys ended up outside William McKinley High School, behind barriers of police officers and SWAT members. Students that were able to get out were running to meet their families or hopping onto busses to get away and off to safety.
To Sebastian’s surprise, Blaine, Finn, and other alumni members of New Directions were waiting outside by the barriers. Blaine was the first to notice the two men that were out of place, being able to spot a Dalton blazer fro, a mile away.
He walked over to Sebastian and Hunter, ready to snap at them for trying something during such an awful time, but stopped himself when he saw how distraught the boys looked. Instead, he tried with a different approach.
“Hunter? Sebastian? What are you doing here?” He questioned, walking next to the blond boy. Sebastian didn’t respond, simply stared at the doors of McKinley with worry and sadness. Hunter wrapped an arm around his friend and turned his head to Blaine.
“His (girlfriend/boyfriend) is inside,” Hunter frowned, “Y/N is my best friend.” Blaine’s eyes widened at the name of his fellow glee club member, and Sebastian couldn’t find himself to give a damn that your relationship was outed. You could be dead. Blaine was the least of his worries at the moment.
“All I can think of is that voicemail,” Sebastian sniffled, “(She/He) left me a voicemail when I didn’t pick up the phone…god, (she/he) sounded so scared.”
The New Directions watched from afar as Blaine talked with the two Warblers. They were sure Blaine was giving them a piece of his mind, but were utterly confused when Blaine turned to them, shook his head, and blocked Sebastian and Hunter from their view.
“Y/N’s a fighter,” Blaine tried to reassure the boys that seemed on the edge of breaking, “I’m sure Mr. Schue is taking care of (her/him).” The three of them stared at the front doors as police officers and SWAT team members ran in and out of the school and barked orders at each other. Blaine put his hand on Sebastian’s arm, trying his best to comfort his enemy…friend?…frenemy?
It felt like hours upon hours when the captain of the SWAT team announced that the school was all clear. Moments later, students were pouring out of the doors, and even some fire escape windows, in a frantic rush. They ran down to meet their friends or family members.
Sebastian watched in panic when the flow of students began to diminish and you still weren’t in his line of sight. But then, there you were, pushing Artie out of the front doors with other members of the glee club by your side. The alumni New Directions at the barriers ran towards their members, screaming and yelling and hugging each other.
People began swarming by Sebastian and Hunter as they reunited and ran to the busses, blocking their sights on you. “Blaine!” You yelled, jumping on your good friend in a hug. Blaine hugged you before pulling away. He pointed to the barriers, were you saw a familiar pattern of Dalton blazers push past people and shout for you.
You looked to Blaine, who gave you a smile, nodding. You turned back to the two Warblers. “Sebastian!” You yelled, taking off in his direction. The name caught the ears of many people around you, but you didn’t care. There was your boyfriend and your best friend, running towards you as they shoved people out of the way.
You began pushing past people, not caring about the scene you were making or that the entire glee club was watching you. You were so close. He was yards away…feet away…just an arms length…
And suddenly, there you were, crashing into Sebastian with a cry. He held you tight, pulling you as close as he possibly could. You both broke when your skin touched, and you nestled your head in the crook of his neck as you started crying harder than you ever have.
Sebastian kept his arms locked around your body as he, too, began to cry. Hunter was by you in an instant, wrapping his arms around the both of you. The three of you embraced each other, hiccuping and sobbing and muttering “I love you,” “I missed you,” “Don’t leave me.”
You pulled back and held Hunter in a tight hug, before you reached up and pressed your lips against Sebastian’s. It was messy, fast, and desperate, as if the two of you were trying to assure yourselves that you were okay, and that everything was fine.
A swarm of blue and red blazers invaded the grounds of William McKinley High, surrounding you, Sebastian, and Hunter. The New Directions watched in shock as the Warblers panicked over you, making sure you were okay.
“Why didn’t Y/N tell us?” Finn asked, staring at you wrapped up in Sebastian’s arms. “Well, he is our arch enemy,” Puck replied, more surprised that you and Hunter were such good friends than you and Sebastian being a couple, “er, was. Still is? I dunno.”
You could hear what they were saying, being only about a yard or two away from them. You didn’t care, though, and it seemed that none of the Warblers did, either. You just clung onto Sebastian, who draped his blazer around your shoulders.
Hunter turned to the New Directions as the large group of Warblers started walking off the grounds. “We’re all going to Seb’s dorm to relax,” Hunter told them, “Do you want to come?” Rachel, Finn, and Kurt looked exceptionally surprised at this, as did all the members of the glee club.
“You want New Directions to come hang out with the Warblers,” Blaine asked in suspicion, “What’s your game here, Clarington?” Hunter sighed. “No game,” he admitted, “Y/N’s my best friend. You’re all good friends of our Y/N and it’s only fair that we have a truce right now. For Y/N.”
The New Directions looked absolutely shocked, but Blaine walked forward, “For Y/N.” He stood by Hunter, looking at his friends expectantly. Finn sighed, “For Y/N.” Marley quickly followed, then Jake, and Ryder, and Artie, and soon, the New Directions and the Warblers were laying around in Sebastian’s dorm room at Dalton, watching with small smiles as you and Sebastian slept on one another, curled up on his bed.
They could handle a truce for today, if it meant that you were happy.