A/N: Hey guys! This is my first fanfic! :D Hope you like it! Since I couldn't fit it in the summary, here are the couples: Finchel, Fabrevans, Chachang, slight Brittana, and slight Klaine (: Once again, enjoy! Review, please. I'd love to know your feedback. P.S., it might take me a while to update - be patient with me since it's my first.
"Hey, ready to go?" Rachel popped up beside Finn's locker, a grin on her face. The short, pleated skirt she was wearing swished from recent movement as she stood. Finn jumped and dropped the books in his arms. Papers flew everywhere – old tests, quizzes, handouts, scattering all around his locker. Rachel immediately bent down and gathered them up, handing them to him a couple of seconds later. "You okay?" She asked curiously, her smile falling a little. Finn blinked for a moment, took the papers from her, and then nodded with a weary sigh.
"Yeah, just sort of…out of it." He muttered, his voice soft and tired. Rachel frowned, concern spreading through her. Finn looked completely exhausted. Had he really been studying that hard for the exams, or was something else happening? She stayed quiet while Finn gathered his belongings, stuffed them in his backpack, and shut his locker, throwing the backpack onto his back. They both stepped out into the traffic of the hallway, and absent-mindedly reached down to grab the other's hand.
"So, everyone is going to get here at five – Kurt and Blaine couldn't leave until three, so we're waiting for them. I wanted to go over a few things; that's why you and I are staying here and not leaving…" She announced energetically, running over a mental checklist as she talked. Finn glanced down at her with a small smile. He wanted to be happy about this, he really did, and he was – he was just too tired to show it. He nodded quietly as she continued. There was no need for him to respond.
Rachel had been planning this for quite a while, and had certainly gone over it plenty of times – Mr. Schue's birthday was on Monday, and all the members of the Glee club, plus Kurt and Blaine, were getting together this afternoon and staying late to practice the song they were going to sing to him. It had been quite a task convincing Principal Figgins to let them stay after hours at the school without a chaperone, but he seemed to trust them enough. After all, the janitors would be here, and they would lock up after them.
"As you know, we are singing that stupid song that Kurt thinks is hilarious, but I find completely insulting and inappropriate for the occasion." Rachel said with disgust, handing Finn the sheet music. They were now in the choir room; why Rachel wanted to get here two hours before everyone else, Finn didn't know. He nodded wearily, Rachel's complaints beginning to get on his nerves.
"You know, Rachel, that's the point. It's insulting, but the song is supposed to convey our love and appreciation for him through sarcasm." Finn mumbled, barely able to keep his eyes open. This week had been the end of semester exams, and he had stayed up until two in the morning each night studying for them. Apparently, you need more than four hours of sleep a night. Rachel rolled her eyes, put a hand on her hip, and slapped the sheet music down on the piano.
"But it's incredibly rude!" She exclaimed. "What if he takes it the wrong way?" She asked incredulously. Finn leaned back with a groan.
"Whatever, Rachel." He sighed, and his eyes fluttered closed.
Finn woke up to a slightly aching back, and a soft shake of his shoulder. He winced and blinked his eyes open to find Rachel's chocolaty gaze focused on him, an uneasy look on her face. As he slowly sat up, she leaned back and dropped her arm.
"It's almost five." She said quietly, her eyes trained on him, searching his cloudy stare. "I…decided to let you nap." She murmured. "You seemed so tired…you haven't been getting enough rest, have you? I'm happy that you studied for the exams, but it really isn't good to get so little sleep." She affectionately tucked a stray hair behind his ear, smiling slightly. Finn blinked again, shaking his head. Sometimes Rachel acted like his mother, fussing over him – usually it annoyed him, but he was too exhausted for it to.
"Yeah, fine." He paused for a moment, and then turned to Rachel, taking her hands. "Look, Rach, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have fallen asleep on you." He mumbled blearily. Rachel giggled now, smiling. She leaned forward and softly kissed him on the forehead.
"It's alright. Growing boys need their sleep." And with that she stood and skipped to the door, peeking out into the hallway. Finn rolled his eyes with a smirk. Of course, since it was two minutes until five, Rachel expected everyone to be here already. He was about to go to her and remind her that Sam would probably be late from track practice, and that Kurt and Blaine had to drive two hours to get here, but before he could stand, Rachel gasped and disappeared from the doorway, her Mary Jane's making soft thumps on the hallway floor.
"Kurt!" Finn heard her squeal echo off the empty school walls, and raised his eyebrows. Since when had she been so excited to see Kurt? To see anyone? He wondered with a puzzled expression. Of course, it had been two months since most of the Glee club had seen Kurt – Finn lived with him, so he didn't exactly realize how little everyone else saw him. Cheerful laughter floated from the hallway, and a few moments later, Rachel appeared around the corner leading Kurt, with Blaine walking behind.
Both of the boys were dressed in their crisp Dalton uniforms, looking like figurines out of a box set – so perfect and clean-cut. Finn didn't usually see Kurt in his uniform; the boy boarded at the dorms, and when he got home, the Warbler was always dressed in his "normal" attire. Finn stood to meet them as they entered.
"Well, at least somebody appreciates my presence." Kurt said airily, pausing for a moment with a regal stance, before breaking the charade with a laugh and walking quickly over to hug Finn. Finn hugged him back, and smiled. Kurt returned the expression warmly, and then turned on a heel to Rachel and Blaine.
"Rachel, as you know, this is Blaine. You met him at Sectionals I believe?" Kurt said, introducing the two again. Rachel nodded with a hospitable smile.
"Yes, I believe we did. Nice to see you again." She welcomed him, and he reached out and shook her hand.
"Nice to be here." He glanced at Kurt, and their gazes locked for a moment. The countertenor blushed, and Blaine laughed faintly before turning to Finn. "And nice to see you again, Finn, though it hasn't been long." Finn nodded with a slight smile, putting his hands in his pockets.
To Rachel's great distaste, the first thirty minutes had been spent by everyone getting to know Blaine, and hearing about all of his and Kurt's recent adventures at Dalton Academy, and vice versa. After that, they had practiced long and hard under Rachel's scrutinizing eye, and now even Rachel, the perfectionist, thought that they were ready. Eight o'clock found them packing up their things in the choir room.
"So you guys really did that?" Sam asked, slinging his track bag with the letters "WMHS" printed in black on the red and white background over his shoulder. Blaine and Kurt glanced at each other, laughing, as they stuck a few things in their shoulder bags. They both nodded with grins – Sam had been speaking of the prank they had talked about earlier, and everyone seemed to be impressed.
"Dude – that's seriously badass." Puck said with a smirk, and Blaine and Kurt just rolled their eyes. Everyone got their bags and folders together, and by eight fifteen, everyone was walking down the hall, laughing and talking.
"So, do you think we should have one more rehearsal, maybe Sunday? It surely wouldn't hurt. I want it to be perfect for Mr. Schue." Rachel was saying to Finn, who put an arm around her.
"Relax, Rachel. Seriously, we've got it down." He said warmly, obviously feeling a little more awake. Santana glowered at Rachel.
"Seriously, Hobbit, stop being so controlling. It's giving me a headache." She growled, glancing at Brittany; they hooked pinkies, and walked on ahead of Rachel, who just rolled her eyes at them. They ended up travelling behind Mike and Tina, who were whispering in hushed voices together as if sharing a secret.
"So, where are we going to stop for dinner?" Kurt was asking Blaine as they walked at the head of the group, Quinn and Sam behind them discussing plans for the weekend. Blaine shrugged. Kurt sighed. "I mean, we've got to stop somewhere. I'm starving, and –" He stopped speaking and halted abruptly in front of the main doors of the school, staring blankly ahead. Artie didn't stop in time at the sudden halt, and accidentally bumped into Kurt's heel, but Kurt didn't notice. Everyone looked up, and Rachel looked forward at Kurt.
"Kurt, what's –" She began, but stopped speaking, too. She could only look at the doors in front of them. Her face drained of color, and her jaw slowly dropped. Kurt didn't look at anyone as he spoke. His voice was blank and soft, disbelief coating his words.
"Oh my god." He murmured. "We're snowed in."
Puck peered from behind Kurt, his eyes widening. Quinn, who was standing close to Sam, looked up at her boyfriend, who was simply shaking his head. Everyone seemed to have the same reaction – incredulity, horror, utter confusion. It was Brittany who broke the silence.
"Are we at the North Pole?" She asked, and Santana simply shot her a look. No one answered; silence filled the empty hallways. Rachel dropped her hand from holding Finn's and walked forward, pressing her hand to the front door. The door in front of her was white over halfway up, at least four feet. Above the white was darkness. She slowly put pressure on the door; nothing happened, nothing budged. She whirled around, her long, dark hair whipping from her shoulders as she did so.
"What the heck?" She exclaimed, facing the group, her eyebrows pinned. "Did they even predict snow?" Anger showed in her voice. Rachel was one who liked to have things perfectly planned out; this was not planned. Finn was the one to answer her.
"There have been freak snow storms in the past…" He muttered, but she ignored him. Her eyes scanned the group. No one responded, and the blank stares showed that they didn't plan to anytime soon. Rachel groaned and pressed her hands to her temples, thinking.
"Um…okay." She said, snapping, and everyone's gaze locked on her. Her mind was reeling, and her voice was quick and confident. "We just need to think of a plan. We've got cell phones. We've got power. Nothing can go wrong, we simply need to wait here until…" But the universe just liked to prove Rachel Berry wrong. The lights in the hallway flickered, blinking on and off a couple of times, before fading out completely, drenching the group in darkness. No one spoke. Kurt suddenly illuminated the darkness with his iphone, holding it up.
"Well, you're partially right. We have cell phones." He stated with a grin, and he was rewarded with a very fierce glower from Rachel.