"Please, Kurt? I already have my boots on. We can just play in the snow until the pizza gets here."
"Come on, Finn, think this through. David can't go out in the snow in what he's wearing now, he'd be soaked through. Do you really want him sitting around the living room in his boxers? It's not as though you have another snowsuit he can borrow, and he certainly won't be able to fit into any of my clothes."
Finn bit his lip and looked thoughtful. "He could borrow some of Burt's clothes! Then we can all go outside!" Kurt grumbled to himself, but he led Dave up to his dad's closet. At least Finn had refused to let Kurt take his boots off. Watching his brother try to put them back on was always an exercise in frustration. Once they had Dave suited up, they trooped outside, Finn and Dave plunging into the snow, and Kurt lingering on the stoop, his mind on protecting his new coat and the facial he'd indulged in that morning.
"Finn, remember that we can't be out here long. David and I have to finish up our proj-ooof! Finn, that was my face!" Wiping the snow from his eyebrows, Kurt surveyed the yard. Finn was hiding behind a tree and Dave was hunkered down behind his truck. Kurt didn't like the expression on either of their faces.
There was no missing Dave's diabolical grin. Kurt took a step back toward the house. "David Karofsky, if you hit my new pea coat with that snow ball, I will rewrite your entire half of the project the night before it's due to make sure you fail! This is a Burberry Prorsum plaid! It has to go to a specialty dry cleaners." When he saw Dave lower his hand, he let out a sigh and reached for the door handle. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed David, still smirking, nod at Finn. Kurt had just shut the door when he heard the twin thumps of two snow balls hitting the wood behind him.