"Kurt! Hey, Kurt, let's go make snow angels!" There stood Finn at the top of the stairs, completely decked out in his cold weather gear. Kurt sighed. How was he going to explain to Finn, yet again, that he couldn't make snow angels when it hadn't snowed? Kurt started up the stairs so that he could help Finn with his boots. He had no idea how Finn was able to put the boots on, but couldn't get them off.
"Finn, I'm sorry, we can't make snow angels today. It hasn't snowed since last..." Kurt trailed off. "David! David, get up here right now!" There was at least half a foot of snow on the ground. How long had he and David been working on the project? "Finn." Finn was staring dreamily out the window. "Finn!" When his brother looked up, Kurt barked, "You normally run down to my room the second the first snowflake falls. How in the world did you let six inches of snow fall without saying a word?"
Finn ducked his head and looked at Kurt guiltily. "Well, last night Rachel let me touch her under the bra, and then this afternoon I started thinking about it, and then I texted her, and then she texted me back, and she said..."
"Oh my God, Finn! I don't want to know what she said. Stop before I have to bleach my brain!"
As Kurt shook his head to try to get the image of Rachel's chest out of his mind, Karofsky came bounding up the stairs. "Yeah, Kurt, what do you need? And Hudson, why are you dressed like that? You look like that kid from the Christmas movie."
Finn grinned and said sheepishly, "Yeah, Kurt has to help me take off my boots."
Before David could begin to fathom why an eighteen year old couldn't manage to take off his boots on his own, he felt Kurt's hand wrap around his wrist, and let himself be dragged to the kitchen window. "Forget about Finn's inability to operate zippered footwear, David! There is half a foot of snow on the ground and it's still falling! Look at the roads! How will Dad and Carole get back from Cincinnati in weather like this?"
"Oh yeah, Kurt! Burt called while I was texting Rachel and he told me that it was snowing, and then he said that the roads were bad in Cincinnati, too, so he and Mom are going to get a hotel down there tonight and then drive back tomorrow when the roads are better. And he said that since there isn't much food in the house, that we should order pizza, but we should do it before it was snowing too hard and the delivery guy couldn't see to drive. He said we might even get a foot of snow tonight! Then I started watching the snow out the window and after a while, it started getting pretty deep. That's why I put on my snowsuit. So, when are we going out to play in the snow?"
Kurt gaped at him. "Finn Hudson, you are eighteen years old! Don't you think that you should have told me right away? How long ago did you talk to him? We probably should have ordered the pizza two hours ago! What would you do in a real emergency? Go ahead and call the pizza place before we end up like the Donner Party!"
Finn cocked his head and looked confused and then a little hopeful. "It's not the kind of party you want to go to, Finn.Just order the pizza, for the love of all that's holy. Why don't you order three so that we'll actually have food to eat if we can't go to the store?" Kurt's voice was getting louder as he got more upset. He whirled around to Dave, who started edging nervously behind Finn.
"David, you should call your dad and let him know that you're on your way home before he starts to worry. God, you probably should have left an hour ago, but it's better that you call him while you're here, rather than when you're already on the road. Go ahead, call him!"
"Geez, Hummel, stop being such an old lady. Give me a chance to actually get to my phone." Dave picked up the phone and swiped his finger across the screen. "Oh shit, I have like 12 missed calls, and they're all from my dad." He placed the call and waited for his father to pick up.
Kurt perched on a barstool to listen to the conversation. Ever since their meetings at McKinley, he'd wanted to hear how David interacted with his father when expulsion or some other punishment wasn't hanging over his head.
"Yeah, hey, Dad. Sorry I missed all your calls, I left my phone in the other room.
"No, I know that one of the reasons I have it is so that you can get in touch with me...
"Yeah, I know that. It's not like I didn't have the phone in the house, I just didn't check it while we were working on the project.
"I know the roads are bad, I looked outside. I can drive home. I've been driving for a year now, I'll be fine.
"Okay, fine, I'll ask." David turned to Kurt. "Look, Hummel, my dad doesn't want me driving home in the snow because apparently I'm a 'novice driver.' Is it cool if I crash here for the night?" At Kurt's nod, he turned his attention back to the call. "Yeah, he says it's okay.
"Yes, we'll make sure we finish the project since we have extra time now.
"Yes, Kurt has an iPhone too, so I can charge my phone. I'll call you later tonight. Okay, Dad?"
Dave pressed the end button and tossed his phone back on top of his back pack. At Kurt's questioning raise of the eyebrow, David looked abashed. "After everything that went on last year, he just...doesn't totally trust me anymore, you know? He says he gave me too much freedom before and he's not going to make that mistake again. I think he's especially worried since I'm at your house. You know, that I might regress or something." Suddenly, he a smirked crossed Dave's face. 'And he might just be right, because you never know when you might end up with a face full of snowball."
"Oh, that is it, David! There's no way we're going outside now." Dave just grinned.