Disclaimer: I do not own the Glee Project kids, they own themselves. I do not own Glee, the Glee teachers or McKinley high school, FOX does. This story is pure fiction and made for entertainemnt purposes only.

"Cameron, put a hat on. It's snowing!" His mom, Elizabeth called from the kitchen.

"Maaa." Cameron whined.

"Cameron James Mitchell, don't make me come out there." She said.

"Got a hat." He called back, pulling a red beanie on. "Bye Mom. Love you."

"Bye baby. Have a good day at school." Elizabeth called.

Cameron walked outside and pulled his hat off his head. He stuffed it into his backpack and headed to the bus stop.

It would snow it Lima, but Cameron never got too cold. He hated that his mom always worried about him so much. He hadn't been sick in almost a year.

He walked up to the corner just as the bus screeched to a stop. He climbed the steps and flopped down in a seat. Being one of the first people on the bus always sucked, but he was always one of the first people to be dropped off too.

Cameron pulled a Batman comic out of his backpack and started flipping through the warn pages.

"Hi Cameron!" Marissa yelled running down the isle to her best friend like she hadn't seen him in a year.

"How can you be so energetic in the morning?" he asked, leaning against her as she flopped into the seat.

"A combination of cough syrup and coffee." She laughed, then started coughing.

Cameron sat up quickly.

"Don't be such a worry wart. It's just a cold." She said, wiping her nose on a tissue she pulled out of her coat sleeve.

Cameron nodded, leaning against the window.

"Damian. Are you going to school today?" his aunt asked from outside the door.

"No." Damian said, pulling his quilt over his head.

"Okay…you have to try sometime though, buddy." She said.

"I'll try tomorrow." He muttered.

The door opened and his aunt's heave footsteps could be heard walking across his room. His bed sagged as she sat down on it.

"Damian." She said, putting her hand on his side. "Can I get you anything before I leave?"

"I want my mom." He muttered.

"You know I would love to give her to you, buddy. But you also know all too well that can't." she said.

"Auntie Shannon?" Damian asked, pulling the covers away from his face. His face was pale and his eyes were bloodshot from crying and lack of sleep.

"What is it, buddy?" she asked.

"What was Dad like as a kid?" he asked.

"I could sit here all day and tell you about the things your father used to do as a kid. But, buddy, it's gonna have to wait until I get home. We'll go up to the attic and look through the trucks of my youth." She smiled at him.

Damian cracked a small smile.

"There we go. We'll do that first thing when I get home. I'll be home around five, after football practice. There is food in the fridge if you get hungry. Please don't go anywhere. And please don't die while I'm out." She said, tickling his ribs.

Damian laughed and pushed her hands away.

"Bye buddy." She kissed his forehead and walked out of his room.

"Bye Auntie Shannon." Damian said, pushing himself up.

He stood at his window and watched her car drive down snow-covered street.

Snow. It wasn't a new concept to Damian, he had seen snow before, but he wasn't used to this much. He was used to waking up with a layer of front on the front lawn that was usually gone before noon. He wasn't used to it snowing for half the day.

His aunt's car turned the corner and Damian walked down the hall. A string hung from the ceiling. He grabbed it and yanked. The door fell down and a ladder slid to the ground. A cold wind slithered down from the attic.

Slowly Damian climbed the attic stairs, feeling like he was breaking and entering.

The attic was nicely organized. Everything was labeled. Boxes and trucks with labeled with a name and a year.

He found a truck with his name on it and the year 1986. It was covered in a thick layer of dust. It was his dad from his senior year of high school. It was in their attic for a long time, Damian never thought about touching it before.

Damian unlatched the locks and pushed the lid up. He was met with a musty combination of cinnamon, dust and sweat.

"Gross." Damian muttered, sitting on his heels.

The first thing he noticed in the trunk was a letterman jacket. It was green with white leather sleeves, the number 42 was on the sleeve and a knight was on the back.

Damian pulled the jacket on. It was a size and a half too big. He smiled and kept digging through the trunk.

He found a pink tie and a set of silver cuff links in an envelope labeled senior prom, a bent silver crown, a bunch of Polaroid photos with the colors wearing away and newspaper clippings yellowing with age.

He found a yearbook at the bottom of the trunk. He leaned against the wall beside him and rested the yearbook on his knees. He opened to the first page and a note fell out. It was in his mom's bubbly cursive handwriting. Damian wanted to read the note, but tears filled his eyes before he even opened it. He set it on the floor and started flipping through the pages.

His dad was very popular in high school. He was in almost ever sports photo and in a lot of the photos of students goofing around. He flipped the page and saw his mother and father smiling brightly on a stage, both wearing crowns. Under the picture was a caption 1986 Prom King Damian McGinty Prom Queen Suzanne McCann.

Damian smiled at the picture as hot tears rolled down his cheeks.

His mom had told him the story of how her and Daddy met so many times Damian would tell it. Damian's mom was a foreign exchange student her senior year, she had math with Damian's dad. He wasn't good at math, or at least pretended to not be good, and asked Suzanne he to his tutor. They spent almost ever day during lunch in the library. At first they had started out studying, but as they talked, they got to know each other. Soon Damian asked Suzanne out and the rest was history. They had both cried when Suzanne had to back to Ireland. Damian couldn't forget about her though. He went to Ireland for college and met her. They got married after college and moved into a house in Derry.

Damian laid down on the attic floor, holding the yearbook to his chest.

"Michael your bus is here!" Samuel yelled up the stairs.

His eight year old little sister came charging down the stairs, pulling her coat on. He held out her backpack and lunch box.

"Bye Sammy!" she yelled heading for the door.

Samuel grabbed her shoulders and kissed the top of her head.

Michael smiled and ran to the bus that was idling in front of their apartment.

"Is she was smart, she'd start calling herself Michelle." His twelve-year-old sister, Diana said. "Mom was so stupid giving her a boy's name."

"She did it to spite Dad, you know that right. Michael isn't dad daughter, and Mom just loves to rub that fact in. And to do it even more she named her after her real dad." Samuel said, walking into the kitchen. "That stays between us until she is fourteen…shouldn't you be at school?"

"Shouldn't you?" Diana retorted.

"My school is right over there." Samuel pointed out the side door. Right beside the apartments was McKinley High School. "And I'm waiting for Chance's bus, which is running late because of the snow. What's your excuse?"

"I'm sick." She said and then faked a cough.

"You bus will be her in ten minutes, go get dressed." Samuel said, pushing her up the stairs.

Diana bit at his hand but climbed the stairs without a word.

Samuel walked into the living room. His five-year-old brother was sitting in front of the TV watching The Cat in the Hat. He was wearing a blue polo and Spider-Man underwear.

"Chance, where are your pants?" Samuel asked kneeling beside his little brother.

Chance looked down at his legs and pointed at is khakis that sat next to him.

"Why aren't you wearing them?" Samuel said, standing his little brother up.

"Cat in Hat." He said, putting his hands on Samuel's shoulders and stepped into his pants.

A horned honked outside.

"Diana! Your bus!" Samuel yelled, brushing Chance's soft blonde hair.

"Bye Sam." She yelled, slamming the front door behind her.

"Now it's just you an me, buddy." Samuel said.

Ring-ring…ring-ring…

"Hello?" Chance said, plopping back down on the carpet.

Samuel tussled his hair and picked the phone up.

"Hello?" he said.

"Hello, this is an automated message from Jamison School for Special Needs. We are closed today due to the snow. I'm sorry for in incontinence. To hear this message again press one…"

Samuel groaned and tossed the phone into a chair. He rubbed his eyes and looked at the clock. Ten till eight.

"Hey, buddy. You want to go to school with me today?" Samuel asked.

"Yeah!" Chance yelled, jumping to his feet.

"Put your shoes on and we'll go." Samuel said, pulling his dreads into a lazy man ponytail.

Samuel pulled Chance's stroller from the closet.

"Noooooo." Chance whined, Velcroing his shoes. "Baby stroller."

"Buddy, it snowed, do you want to walk in the snow?" Damuel asked, putting an extra pair of sneakers into his messenger bag.

"No." Chance said.

"Then I have to bring your stroller." Samuel said, putting some toys and things for Chance to play with in the basket under the stroller.

Chance nodded like he understood, even though he clearly didn't.

Samuel was five minutes late for school.

"Ms. Oh, can I get a pass to class?" Samuel asked, leaning against the counter.

"You have Chance with you today. Was Jamison closed?" she asked, writing on a yellow slip of paper.

Samuel nodded. "But I couldn't stay home with him, I have two tests today."

"If you need any help with him, bring him here and I'll look after the little guy."

"Thanks Ms. Oh." He took the note and headed to class.

Hannah smiled when Samuel sat down next to her in their art class.

"Hi baby." She leaned over and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. "You're late."

"Angel wouldn't wake up. Ginny took forever in the shower. Diana's tried to fake sick and her bus was late. And Jamison is closed because of the snow. So I have Chance today, because I didn't have time to find someone to watch him, because I was already late and—"

"A simple, I know would have been fine." Hannah laughed, picking up her paintbrush.

"Hannah!" Chance yelled.

"Shh." Hannah said, holding her paintbrush to her lips. Her purposely put blue paint on the tip of her nose.

Chance giggled, but covered his mouth.

"You have a kid." The sophomore girl who sat next to him said.

"I know." He said, trying to remember her name.

"He looks nothing like you." she said, mixing colors on a plate.

"Different dads." Samuel said.

Chance looked up at her.

"You pretty." Chance said, leaning forward in his stroller.

The girl set down her paintbrush and knelt in front of the stroller.

"Hi, cutie. What's your name?" she said, her long, shiny, black hair tumbled forward when she leaned forward.

"Chance." He said, petting her hair.

"Hi, Chance. I'm Lindsey."

"Lindsey." He repeated.

Lindsey kissed him on the forehead, leaving a lip-gloss mark.

"He's cute, Samuel." She said, going back to her painting.

"I'm stressed." Samuel said, resting his head on the blank canvas. "I don't even want to do this stupid painting."

"It's a scenery painting. It's easy, baby." She said, rubbing his back.

"Scenery…can I just turn it in like this and say it's the snow?" he asked.

Hannah laughed loudly and shook her head.

Author's note

Yay! This is my second Glee Project story. I have created all new personals for the characters. This has NOTHING to do with my other Glee Project story. It is completely unrelated.

I have also posted another new Glee Project story. It's called Shock Treatment. It's the Glee Project kids in the Rocky Horror Pciture Show. Again, it too is unrelated to this and my other Glee Project story.

I have posted a new chapter on Glee Project: Live Out Loud.

So go check out those and let me know what you think.

Thanks

- Shelby