Hey, guys! Here's chapter two! :D This one is sort of a filler - chapter three is going to be VERY long and interesting. It will be about a week until I finish it, but trust me, it's worth it.
Sorry for the lack of Mike, Tina, Artie, and Mercedes. Is it very obvious that I don't really like them? If so, I apologize. My favoritism for Klaine, Fabrevans, Finchel, and Brittana is a little too apparent. I hope you enjoy it anyways! :D
"Nope, actually, we don't have cell phones." Santana called from behind Quinn, holding up her phone. Kurt looked closely at the screen. There were zero bars, and it was roaming. Crap… he thought. The snow must have taken down the cell towers as well as the power lines.
"Well, that's it. We're screwed." Puck stated simply, throwing his hands in an "I give up" gesture. Kurt shot him a glare, before turning to Rachel, who looked like she was having trouble keeping her cool. Her fists were clenched by her sides, and her eyes were unfocused, staring at something past the group, though there was nothing to concentrate on.
"Rachel…?" Kurt asked tentatively, watching the figure in the dimly lit hallway. He could see why Finn thought she was scary when she was upset; her hair covered part of her face, and in the darkness, she looked like a character from a horror movie. The Grudge maybe? The girl snapped as Kurt spoke her name, and her eyes met his with sharp defiance. She wasn't going to let her team down. She had to come up with a plan.
"Mike, Artie. I want you to go find some flashlights." The two boys' heads shot up, and they looked a bit startled at her harsh tone, before nodding tentatively. Mike flipped open his phone, and the two turned down the hallway, disappearing into the shadows. Rachel watched to make sure that they were following her commands, before turning her attention to the rest of the group, who were staring into space like lost puppies. She clapped her hands, and their heads shot up.
"Honestly, you guys are useless…" She muttered. "Alright, let's head to the choir room. No use just standing here. We can brainstorm more there." The group bobbed their heads in agreement, and the twelve kids flipped open their phones, casting illuminating beams over the walls of the desolate, empty hallways.
Fifteen minutes later, Artie and Mike had joined the rest of the kids in the choir room. They had all pulled chairs into a circle, and set up flashlights along the walls, which cast eerie shadows across the posters and metal in the space. When a couple of minutes had passed in silence, Rachel raised her head to speak.
"I've been thinking." She began quietly, her voice softer than usual. Twelve pairs of glistening eyes turned to her, awaiting her speech. "We're stuck here – and it looks like we are going to be for a while. We have no power or cell phones, so we have no way of communication, but our parents and the school know we're here, which means we are perfectly safe and they will get us out as soon as possible." The group nodded slowly. "So…" Rachel paused.
"So?" Sam asked, leaning forward, impatient. Rachel shot him a look. What was the point of pausing for dramatic effect if he was going to ruin it?
"So, I think we should think of something fun to do while we wait. I mean, it's not like we can do anything about it right now, so I think we should play a game or something. We've got food in the cafeteria for later, and we're not tired; we don't need sleep right now. I want to do something entertaining." She smiled, looking around the group for approval. Finn's jaw almost dropped off.
"Uh…Rach? No, offense or anything, but aren't you usually the one who wants to…plan everything out? You know, organize stuff?" He asked, incredulous. The group nodded in enthusiastic agreement. Rachel rolled her eyes.
"Just trying to lighten the mood. If you want, I can go back to normal and we can plan what we're going to do for the next thirty six hours…" She said.
"NO!" Was the unanimous reply, and Rachel sat back with a smirk, satisfied.
"Good. So, does anyone have any ideas?" She asked. The group began murmuring quietly, perking up. Maybe this wasn't going to be so bad after all. I mean, they got to have fun in the school all by themselves, doing whatever they want. How could you not have fun? Finally, Santana voiced her suggestion.
"Seven Minutes in Heaven?" She asked with a smirk, eyeing Puck, who raised his eyebrows and smirked in return. Rachel looked completely disgusted.
"No, Santana." She rebuked the cheerleader through gritted teeth. "Most of us are dating, and we're civilized people. We don't enjoy randomly going into a closet to make out. We prefer a personal, intimate setting, because kissing means something to us." She said matter-of-factly. Santana snorted with an eye roll.
"I wouldn't really mind…" Finn muttered beside Rachel, and the girl jabbed her elbow into his ribs with a furious glare.
"Ow!" He startled, rubbing his side.
"Spin the Bottle." Brittany said. Curious eyes turned to her. "He's the only one I haven't kissed yet." She smiled, pinning her gaze on Blaine. A puzzled, uncomfortable look crossed his face, and Kurt reddened with anger.
"Knock it off, Britt." He growled with such ferocity, that even Brittany looked stunned. Blaine blushed, glancing at the ground, and Kurt, realizing how protective he was acting, now blushed from embarrassment instead of anger. An awkward silence followed until Sam spoke.
"Why don't we just chill?" He asked, not really liking Rachel's idea. His face was drawn with exhaustion from track practice and weight training. Quinn rubbed his back, looking concerned, while Mercedes rolled her eyes.
"We can all do different stuff, you know." She stated. Everyone shrugged, nodding agreeably. They didn't have to do something all together as a group. After all, they were going to be spending a lot of time together. Everyone was about to get up and split off to do different activities, when Finn suddenly cried out.
"Wait!" He commanded, throwing his arms out to stop those sitting around him from standing. Twelve pairs of eyes turned to look at him.
"What now?" Santana huffed. Finn ignored her, and then picked up a flashlight, holding it in front of his face so that it illuminated him eerily. He leaned forward with a mischievous grin, chuckling darkly. His eyes sparked with an evil look, and Rachel, who was sitting next to him, scooted slightly away from him. Everyone waited as Finn paused, for a dramatic effect.
"We're going to have a Nerf gun war."
