"Kurt--wait!" Blaine tugged off his seat belt, yanking when it stuck momentarily, and pocketed his keys before throwing his door open to jump out. Slamming it behind him, he hurried over to the sidewalk to reach Kurt before he ran off and did something stupid.
Kurt came first. Before anything and anyone.
Grabbing hold of his arm, Blaine held tight. "Where's Finn? Maybe--maybe you should call him first? Get him here, too. We can't just--" Blaine paused as there was more gunfire, continuous gunfire, screams. He turned and glanced to where it was all coming from. They just had to head up the street a block or two, and they'd be there. "We don't have weapons or anything."