Disclaimer: It pains me to say this, but I don't own Glee. Dammit.

"Snow!" Quinn shrieked from her bedroom window.

December was very bittersweet for Quinn. She wasn't a huge fan of spending time with her family on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day but she put on a bright smile every year and pretended she did. However, she did love the presents. It was the only time of the year she was allowed to be selfish. And she absolutely loved snow. It reminded her of a simpler time in life when she used to build snowmen with her father and have snowball fights with her mother. Every year, snow was almost like an excuse to be ridiculously hopeful that maybe her life would do a complete 180 and things would go back to how they were when she was eight: simple.

She watched as thick flakes drifted down and continuously coated the ground and the surroundings. Pulling her pajama pants down and kicking them off, she slowly began pulling the shade down before stripping down completely and changing into her Cheerios outfit. She flung the shade open again before moving to her bathroom to finish her school-ready look. Resurfacing fifteen minutes later, she put her shoes on and flung herself down the stairs.

"Quinnie, don't you want some breakfast?" her mother asked from the kitchen as she saw Quinn head straight for the door with her backpack over one shoulder.

"No, thanks, mom," she said in a generally cheerful tone. "See you later."

"Good morning, Quinn!"

Any other day, the blonde would have just nodded in acknowledgment or given a tired greeting seeing as she was not a morning person, but not today.

"Good morning, Rachel," she said with a small smile, not looking at the smaller girl.

Rachel was almost taken aback.

"You're cheery this morning," she said, not meaning to imply anything.

"It snowed," she just smiled.

Rachel gave her an adoring smile.

As Glee came around, Quinn found her mood faltering. She figured it was nothing a few carols with her fellow members couldn't fix.

"Good afternoon, Quinn," the little brunette stated as Quinn walked in the door. So far, she was the only one there.

"Do you always greet people like that?"

"Of course not," she almost seemed offended. "I have a plethora of greetings in my vocabulary! There's the simple 'hello', the not-so-popular-"

"Berry, please..."

"Sorry." She said taking a seat directly next to Quinn, their legs almost touching. Quinn noticed but remained still.

As the rest of the club filed in, the room became louder but Quinn & Rachel stayed comfortably silent.

"Okay, guys!" Mr. Schuester clapped his hands together as a sign of getting started. The room fell mildly quiet. Only Brittany was talking.

"I asked Santa for a duck this year so when I saw all the presents under the tree, I poked holes in them all just in case. My mom was really mad."

"B, Santa brings them on Christmas Eve..."

"Oh yeah."

Mr. Schuester coughed lightly to gain her attention.

"Sorry." Brittany said quietly before looking at her shoes.

"Anyway," he began. "This year our school winter trips have been canceled-"

"What? Why?" Finn roared as everybody mimicked and sighed.

"Quiet down guys," he pleaded. "There's going to be a snow storm tonight and the roads would be too dangerous to take buses out on. Figgins promised a re-schedule of some sort in the spring but for tomorrow, school is most likely still in session."

Noises of disappointment were heard throughout the room.

"But," Will said smiling, "classes will not be in session. I know it's not as good as going skiing and all that, but Principal Figgins still wants us all to have a little fun. It is Christmas after all!"

"Ooh, can we go sledding?" Tina asked, putting a smile back on her face.

"I don't see why not," Will said.

"I do. Seeing you all so gleeful, pun so clearly intended, makes me sick. I don't think I'll be able to stand to see you all in little knitted caps and fuzzy gloves running around the school property singing a sickly rendition of 'Rockin' Around The Christmas Tree'. You are hereby banned from all sledding forms," Sue said in a calm tone. "And perms. You're banned from those too," she said eying his hair.

"Sue..."

"Yes, Shirley?"

"Go away," he said in an annoyed voice before closing the door in her face.

The next morning Quinn was positively beaming. She hasn't been sledding since she was eleven. Her parents eventually ran out of the energy to take her and her friends never seemed to want to. Santana has always said it was lame. Clearly she had a change of heart since Quinn was surprised and pleased to see her and Brittany standing outside of the choir room clad in snow pants and mittens.

"Santana's going sledding?" Quinn asked, wanting to giggle more than anything. Santana did not look amused.

"B is forcing me," she said, showing little emotion.

"Santana is my snow bunny," Brittany said, smiling wide and linking arms with Santana.

"Shit, the dwarf's coming. See ya!" Santana grabbed Brittany and ducked into the classroom.

"How many times do I have to tell you not to call her that?" Quinn said quietly into the room before Rachel approached.

"Good mo-" Rachel stopped herself. "I-I mean...hi Quinn!"

"Hi, Rachel," Quinn replied, noticing Rachel's snow outfit. She looked absolutely adorable. Quinn wanted to tell her that. But she knew it would be uncharacteristic so she settled. "You look nice." Rachel gave a shy smile and a moment passed.

"Quinn?"

"Yeah...?"

"Did you mean to say that out loud?" Rachel asked, wondering what spurred this compliment.

"Yeah," Quinn smiled. "I did."

As the rest of the students began to arrive, the excitement within them all grew. They were like little kids on Christmas morning. This was going to be an excellent day.

I guess I'm feeling a little festive! Shall I continue? Reviews are what keep me thriving!