I should be doing my homework. But I can't be bothered. So, I thought I'd add some festive fluff to St Berry! :D Enjoy, review please. I'll try my hardest so have one a day till Christmas Eve, so my other stories are on hold for now...

This ones set around Home (just pretend it was snowing). Enjoy!


"I hate snow." Rachel told him, only glancing up quickly before returning to the letter she was writing.

"Aww c'mon Rachel." Jesse moaned. "It's snowing! Let's go outside! It's fun. You remember what fun is, don't you?"

"Snow is not fun, Jesse. Snow is cold, snow is wet, and snow is a general nuisance to the transport and education systems." Rachel replied, glaring at the window where snow was falling heavily outside.

"That's another positive thing to add to the list." Jesse continued, ignoring her. "No school! We've got the whole day off, just you and me, and you're spending your time writing a letter."

"I'd rather sit here, in the warm, writing a letter than be out in a blizzard Jesse." Rachel shook her head at him. "I don't like snow, and no amount of persuasion on your part is getting me outside."

"What if I pick you up and carry you outside and drop you in a pile of snow?" Jesse asked.

"I'd be extremely annoyed, probably get a cold, lose my voice, and, hate you forever." Rachel answered, elongating the 'and'.

"You're so boring. You're like an old woman cooped up by the fire, refusing to open the door in case of a draft." Jesse whinged.

"What did you call me?" Rachel said, eventually looking up at him, an unimpressed expression on her face.

Jesse thought for a moment, remembering his words. "An old woman cooped up by the fire." He told her with a smirk.

"You are so childish. Just because I don't like snow, it does not give you excuse to make fun of me Jesse. If you like snow so much, go out there by yourself, I'm sure you'll enjoy it all the same." Rachel turned back to her letter.

"But I want to go out in the snow with you." Jesse replied. "What letter are you writing anyway?"

"I'm writing to my pen pal in England." Rachel told him.

Jesse sighed and stood up. He walked over to Rachel and yanked the pen out of her hand.

"Number one; haven't you hear of instant messenger rather than sending an actual letter, number two; lets go outside! I love snow!" Jesse said.

Rachel glared at him. "Give me my pen Jesse or please leave."

"Nope." Jesse said, popping the P and grabbing her hand. "We're going to play in the snow and enjoy the day off like normal people." He told her, before adding. "For once."


Rachel didn't know how Jesse had managed it, but they were both now standing outside in the snow, staring at the white landscape.

"Jesse, I despise snow, why did you drag me out here?" Rachel asked, crossing her arms and looking around with distaste.

"Because you love me and will do anything for me?" Jesse replied, giving her puppy eyes. Rachel gave him a small smile.

"I suppose." She said, standing on tiptoes to peck his cheek. "But I don't see why you love snow so much. It's awful." She wrinkled her nose.

"It's not awful. We only get this a few times a year, be cheerful whilst we do." Jesse told her, interlocking their gloved hands and looking at the white all around them. He gently brushed some snow out of her hair. "Try to enjoy yourself Rachel."

"Fine. For you." Rachel replied, sighing.

Jesse gave her a winning smile before they began to walk. It was still snowing heavily, and the whole place was covered in a layer of white dust. They wandered down to the prettier side of the town, into the park where there were trees and a wood. As they walked all of the local kids were out having fun, throwing snowballs, building snowmen and just generally larking about. It reminded Jesse of what he was like at that age.

"I'm so glad I was never one of these children." Rachel interrupted his thoughts. "I preferred, and still do," She said, giving Jesse a look. "to stay inside in the warm and use the day off school to do something productive."

"I like to have fun, like everyone else." Jesse grinned at her, putting his finger on her lips to silence her reply. "And writing letters to English people isn't my idea of fun so no arguments. It's nice out here."

"It's also cold out here, and it might make me ill." Rachel muttered. "Although I do admit, the scenery is quite nice. The effect of the snow of the trees is very picturesque."

Jesse sighed and released Rachel's hand. "If you're going to be like that, I'm going to have to resort to drastic measures." He told her.

Rachel's eyes widened. "Like what?" She asked.

Jesse grinned and scooped up some snow, compacting it into a ball. He threw it at her and it splattered on her arms, which she'd raised to protect her face when she realised what was happening.

"Jesse!" She screeched. "You did not just throw a snowball at me!"

"I did" Jesse smirked, bending down to load more ammunition.

Rachel squealed. She hid her face again, and when the bombardment finished she looked up. Jesse was grinning at her.

"Aren't you going to fight back Rachel?" He asked teasingly.

"I wont sink to that level." Rachel said with a conviction that was immediately broken by her squeak as more snow flew her way.

"Tell me if you surrender." Jesse goaded.

"Oh that's it!" Rachel cried, bending down and grabbing some snow and throwing it in Jesse's general direction. "It's on, St James!"

Jesse grinned and expertly threw snowballs at her, whilst Rachel threw random clumps at him in return. They fought for a good five minutes, chasing each other round, pelting them with snow, not always accurately. Rachel cheered when she got a good head shot on Jesse, but he managed to hit her directly on her stomach as she did so. He wasn't going to pelt her in the face; he reasoned his throw was too strong.

The fight ended with both of them on the floor, gasping in the snow. They weren't quite sure what had happened, but it involved one of them trying to rugby tackle the other whilst being pushed over. Either way, they were in a heap on the floor, laughing.

"See, snow is fun!" Jesse grinned, looking over at Rachel, who sat up and beamed in return.

"Obviously it's only fun when you're with the right person." She told him, and if they weren't both red with cold they would have both blushed.

Jesse grinned and pecks her lips, smiling. He brushed the snow out of her hair where he'd just sprinkled it over her, and she reached up to push back his wet curls.

"I don't know if you remember… but it snowed when we met at the music store." Jesse told her, grabbing her hand and squeezing it. Rachel nodded.

"It was very light, but I drove home as fast as I could in fear of it settling." She replied with a sheepish smile.

He grinned at her endearing ways, and eventually stood up and offered her hand. She jumped up cheerfully.

"Now what, O expert of the snow day?" She asked him.

"Snow angels." Jesse replied, taking her hand. "You have to find a really good bit of snow and lie in it, and kick your arms and legs. Of course, you'll end up with a tiny one cause you're a midget." He said with a grin, tapping her nose.


Jesse and Rachel were snuggled on her sofa, wrapped in a blanket. They both had hot drinks; Jesse had hot chocolate and Rachel had a tea with no milk in. They sipped them as they watched Rent.

"So Rachel," Jesse asked, smiling at his girlfriend, whose hair was still reasonably wet. "Do you like snow now?"

"Of course not." Rachel replied with a grin. "I hate snow- this was the one exception."

Jesse sighed. She was so stubborn.


Very light, very fluffy! Tomorrow will cover 'A Very Glee Christmas'. Review please! I have about 6 ideas, but there are 11 days, so any prompts would be welcome. Anything Christmassy or snowy ;) Thank you for reading! :)