One of Quinn's favorite things about winter is the snowfall. No, not necessarily the snow itself, but watching it fall and land on objects.

Truth be told, it's probably the only reason why she looks forward to coming home around Christmas. Snow just doesn't seem to fall as in New York City the way it does in Lima.

She can do without the morning after snow, though. At least at their apartment in the city, she can stay curled up in bed with him and keep warm. But here?

"Get up," Puck says, throwing the covers off him. They ended up snowed in at his mom's place that night, with Jake crashing on the couch, too.

Quinn reaches out for him, trying to urge him to stay, but he gets up anyway. Why does it always work over there but not here?

"The snow's perfect," he tells her, bouncing around his room to slip on pants over his boxers.

"What does that have to do with me?" she asks, sitting up as she rubs the sleep out of her eyes.

"Snowball fight," he answers, slipping on a thermal. "I need you on my team."

There's a knock on the door then, just before it opens and in pops Jake's head. He waves over at a sleepy Quinn, before turning to his brother.

"Snow's perfect," Jake points out. "You ready to go?"

She grabs the sweater Puck's tossed at her. "You two really are brothers."


She's given up on throwing snowballs (she doesn't want to get pelted with them in return). Instead, she prepares them for Puck, allowing him to duck and throw them at his siblings.

"It's too cold for this!" Quinn shouts at him, getting up from behind her makeshift fort.

The temperature didn't really go up with the sun coming out this morning, and they were expected to get another bout of snow tonight.

"Wait!" Puck shouts in return. He tackles her back down to the ground just as Jake and Sarah throw snowballs in their direction.

Her attempts to push him off of her are futile. Yeah, she landed in a nice pile of snow. Snow also happens to be freezing and he isn't warm enough on top of her to distract her from that.

"Get off, Puckerman," Quinn says. He leans down to kiss her with a smirk present on his face.

Okay, so maybe they can stay like this for a bit.

"Marry me," Puck says once he pulls away.

Okay, not anymore.

"You're funny," Quinn retorts. It's his 'haha' moment of the day. "Now get off."

Puck shuffles a bit, reaches into his pocket, then pulls out a small black box. Quinn's eyes widen. Mustering up whatever strength she can, she pushes him off of her before grabbing the box.

"Not kidding this time around," he says.

She opens the box and realizes he isn't. How long has he had this with him?

"What'd she say?" Sarah calls out to them from the other side of the yard.

Puck shoots a glare over at her.

"Yes," Quinn answers. She looks down at the ring before looking back up at Puck. "Tell them I said 'yes'."

She may still love the snowfall, but that doesn't mean she isn't warming up to the snow itself, either.