Notes from tumblr: Shooting Star reaction fic, from Kurt's POV. Blaine was probably texting him the entire time, right? Yeah. Also there's Brittana. Anyway, I hope this is okay. Feelings aren't my forte, but I tried.

"Are we out of cheese?" Santana asked, walking away from the fridge without closing the door.

Rachel scowled into her sandwich. "We're out of soy cheese, that's for damn sure."

"That stuff tastes like rubber anyway," Kurt said, closing the fridge and glaring at Santana before opening it again when he remembered that he wanted a bottle of water.

"Do you know how many times I've cooked with non-dairy cheese and you ate it and didn't notice the difference?" Rachel shot back.

"I always noticed," Santana said as Kurt grabbed a water with one hand and reached for the buzzing cell phone in his pocket with the other. "I taste the essence of other animals when I eat. I need it to survive, and it's always missing when you cook."

That statement was yet another reason that Kurt had started to think that Santana had spent a bit too much time with Coach Sylvester. The outrageous things that tended to spout out of her mouth were just a bit too similar to her former cheer coach for Kurt's liking.

Rachel's nose scrunched in distaste. "That's disgusting, Santana."

He set his phone on the counter so he could check his text and open his water bottle at the same time. He frowned in confusion when he saw that the message was from Blaine and all it said was, I love you.

"So are Pop Tarts, and you still see me eating them," Santana scoffed, perched on the counter beside him, getting crumbs on his phone.

"For goddsakes, Santana," he muttered, setting his water down and giving his phone his full attention.

I love you too, Blaine, he wrote back, debating carefully on how to respond. After a minute he sent, What's up?

It was lame, but they didn't just send each other confessions of their love out of the blue anymore. Did he mean to send it to someone else?

I just need you to know that even if we never get back together, you're the love of my life, Kurt. I love you somuch and if yu decid to be witgh adam, then thats okay as longh as he makes you hapy.

Kurt started to get a sinking feeling in his stomach. He quickly texted back, Is everything okay sweetie? Can I call you? Are you at school?

"Oh my god!" Rachel screeched, jumping off her chair, gaping at the phone in her hand.

"What? Did Blaine text you?" Kurt asked, heart clenching.

"There's a shooting at the school!" she said, wide eyes flicking from Kurt to Santana.

"Which school?" Santana asked, sliding off the counter to head to Rachel's side.

"McKinley. Mr. Schue just sent me a text, oh my god." She covered her mouth with her hand, her eyes filling with tears.

"Brittany," Santana said.

"Blaine," Kurt breathed, looking down at his phone.

NO dont call me pleaes, his next text read.

Kurt didn't feel his legs lose all their strength, but suddenly he was curled up on the floor, back against the kitchen cabinets.

"Is Brittany okay?" Santana demanded.

"I-I don't know," Rachel replied, voice hitching. "I-"

Santana snatched her phone away from her and read in an eerily calm voice, "They're all holed up in the choir room. They don't know who it is, or what's happening. I- oh god, I have to text Brittany."

She dropped Rachel's phone on the table and left the kitchen to get her own from her room.

Kurt's fingers shook as he texted Blaine, now understanding why Blaine's texts were filled with typing errors. God, he must be petrified.

A loud sob escaped his throat as he sent, It'll be ok Blaine. Just stay quiet, itll be ok and I love yout, I do. An dfcuck, please we're gona get back together dont worry. Just stay safe.

God, how was he supposed to comfort him? What words could he possibly type to make Blaine feel any less terrified and alone?

"Rachel." Kurt was surprised that he could even speak; he was pretty sure his heart had relocated to his throat. He could barely breathe. Why was this happening? Why couldn't he be there with him? Why couldn't he keep him safe?

Rachel sank down beside him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. "It'll be okay," she whispered in his ear.

"Brittany's not answering!" Santana shouted, stomping back into the kitchen. "Fuck it, I'm texting Sam. Goddamnit."

Kurt stared at her pacing the floor in front of them as she furiously texted her ex-girlfriend's boyfriend.

"Rachel, he's all alone."

"The whole glee club's there with him, he's- he's okay," she replied, gulping loudly.

Kurt's phone buzzed again and he sighed a little in relief because he was still alive, oh god.

Its ok raelly dont worry Kurt im fine.

"You stupid," Kurt hiccupped, frantically texting back.

Youre stuck in a bulding with some psycho with a gun and youre telling me not to worry? Blaine.

Rachel read his texts over his shoulder. "He just doesn't want you to be as scared as him."

Kurt bit his lip, tilting his head against the cabinets behind him. "But I am. What if-?" His hands clenched around his phone. "Rachel, I've still been planning our wedding."

"What?"

"After Schue's I just couldn't stop thinking about all the things I would have done better, and I started looking at my wedding planning album again and it's Blaine, it's always Blaine, I-" He started choking up, tears staining his cheeks. "Oh my god, I have our entire future planned, but he has to get to New York first!"

And that was it. He had so much planned for both of them- together. When he thought about his future, Blaine was always there. In New York, in his life, in his arms. Blaine couldn't not be there, that was ridiculous. Blaine was always going to be with Kurt.

Any thought to the contrary was devastating.

"He will, of course he will," Rachel sobbed, rubbing his arm.

"Jesus Christ, Sam, you piece of shit, go get her!" Santana screamed at her phone. "She's in the fucking bathroom," she fumed. "There aren't locks!"

"Tina's safe," Rachel said quietly, looking at her phone.

"Oh good, because out of everyone, Tina's the one I'd want to save," Santana spat viciously.

"Santana!"

Her face crumpled, dragging her nails through her hair. "I'm sorry, I just-"

"I know," Kurt said, holding his hand out for her to sit with them. She squished herself in between Kurt and the corner cabinet before resting her head on his shoulder. "She just brings so much joy to the world, you know?"

"Yeah," Kurt breathed, Blaine's bright grin blazing in his mind. "He just wants to make art and help people."

"He will, they both will," Rachel said. "They're gonna be okay. Everybody is."

Kurt's smile was watery as he looked down at his phone again.

I'm really scared, Kurt.

Sobs overtook him, and all he wanted was to be able to hold him, to be there for him. Stroke his hair. Tell him it was going to be alright. Even if it wouldn't be he just wanted to be there. The image of him curled up and shaking with fear in that choir room was killing him.

Youll be okay, Kurt sent.

I love you, Blaine replied immediately.

I love you so much

I love you more

I love you to the moon

I love you to the moon and back

I love you to infinity

Infinity and beyond

He hiccupped a laugh, pressing the heel of his hand to his eye to stop crying.

"You know what, my life's been way too shitty," he said, his breath shaky. "Blaine's not gonna die. He can't."

"He won't," Rachel nodded.

Kurt squeezed Santana's shoulders. "And neither will Brittany."

"Thank you, I'm sure the deranged psycho with the gun has really been swayed by your words," she muttered, wiping her face on Kurt's sleeve.

His phone vibrated again, and as he read he started crying all over again.

Im safe, like actualy. The SWAT guys aer here and gave th all clear!

"Oh thank god," he let out, relief coursing through him like a tidal wave. "The SWAT team's there, it's over."

He put a hand to his chest, his heart pounding. Rachel and Santana hugged him from both sides, and though their grip was tight he was still able breathe better than he could a minute ago.

THANK GOD, he texted back the best he could between two sobbing girls, and through his own tears. I FUCKKING LOVE YOU BLAINE.

He clutched his phone to his heart as Santana pushed herself off the ground to call Brittany.

"The power of positive thinking," Rachel let out in a rush, cheeks still shining.

"Shut up."

She squeezed him tightly, and he hugged back just as hard as he read Blaine's response over her shoulder.

Always.

Alright, that's it for these. I hope you liked them, and it would be cool if you maybe told me which one you enjoyed the most? I mean, I'd think you were super cool, so you should definitely do that.

Thanks for reading!