DISCLAIMER: I neither own Glee nor the characters. They are the property of Ryan Murphy and FOX. This is purely for fun. Enjoy :)

A/N: I am having so much fun with this story. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it. =^.^=

The Blizzard of 2010

Chapter Two: Survival Mode

Rachel hummed a tune while preparing lunch boxes for the girls to take to school. She had already been to their rooms to wake them up and she called to them so they wouldn't miss their Daddy on the morning news.

"Melody and Harmony Hudson, you girls are going to miss Daddy and be late for school if you're not out here in two minutes!" She placed snacks in both lunch boxes and poured the girls a bowl of cereal each. She looked up and saw Harmony, dressed and ready, and gave her daughter a kiss and a bowl of cereal.

"Good morning Harmony, here take your cereal and go turn on the TV. Where is your sister?"

"Probably crying cause she wants to bring Mr. Mistoffelees to school again." Harmony turned on the news and started to eat her cereal. Rachel sighed. Ever since she had enrolled the girls in a Private Academy on the Upper East Side, Melody had been having trouble making friends. She insisted on bringing her stuffed cat, Mr. Mistoffelees to school everyday, and as a second grader, she was being picked on for it. She went to her daughter's room and sure enough, the eight-year-old was crying and holding her stuffed cat tightly to her chest. She went over and sat next to her on the bed. She stroked her hair and Melody wrapped her arms around her mother.

"It's not fair! They all call me names. Harmony is super popular with everyone and I'm the one they tease!" The girl sniffed in-between sobs. Rachel's heart broke for her daughter; she knew all too well how cruel kids could be.

"Listen to Mommy, OK, Mel? When Mommy was in school she was the one who got picked on all the time." Melody was shocked. Her Mommy was a star on Broadway and she won a bunch of awards and stuff for her talent. How was that even possible? "Yeah, right," the girl scoffed.

"No it's true! Your Daddy was the popular one, he had a bunch a friends and he played sports. I was the one who people threw slushies at and tormented. But I learned after a while to just ignore them all, because they could never truly hurt me. Words are words. I knew that I had more important things in store for myself, so I focused on my own personal goals and wouldn't let anyone get in my way. Now, you know you can't bring Mr. Mistoffelees to school. But he will be waiting here for you when you come home. Now go and eat your cereal and watch Daddy on TV." Her daughter nodded and went into the living room. As Rachel brought her a bowl of cereal, she heard the announcer introduce Finn.

"Here for our look at sports is FOX Sports News anchor Finn Hudson, with all the news about this weekend's big game. Finn. . ."

"Thanks Bill, J-E-T-S Jets Jets Jets is the only thing I've heard in town all morning! The big game is this Sunday, as the Jets make it to their first playoff game in 20 years! Not since the 2009-2010 season have the Jets seen this much post-season action. . . " Rachel loved to watch her husband on TV, he was so charming and charismatic in front of the cameras. At first when they had started out in the business, he was shy and awkward at the events she dragged him to. Now after 15 years of attending art galleries, museums, award ceremonies and Charity Events, Finn was a pro at mingling and Social Networking with high-profile people.

She was lucky for the schedule they both had. Finn worked in the mornings until 12 or 1 and Rachel would take care of the girls and get them to school. Then they would have some time together with the girls before Rachel had to be at the theater at 6. Then Finn took over and put the girls to bed. This way they never had to leave their girls with babysitters or au pairs like half the parents did in New York City. Their girls were their life.

When Finn completed the sports segment of the news, Rachel rushed to get the girls out the door and ready for school. Before they could leave, Harmony turned to huff and pout at her Mother, "But I thought you were going to tell us the rest of the story! I don't want to wait all day!" Melody copied her sisters stance, "Yeah me neither!"

"No huffs and puffs before school young ladies, you're gonna have to wait until later. Your Daddy tells the story better anyway. Now let's go!"

Finn was relaxing in front of the TV watching Basketball when Rachel entered the apartment with the girls. When the twins saw their Father they ran to him and jumped straight onto his lap yelling "Story! Story! Story!" Finn had the wind knocked out of him from the force, but he just allowed the girls to get comfortable and thought about where he had left off the night before. Rachel made herself comfortable next to her husband and daughters. Finn stroked his chin.

"Hmmm, now where did I leave off?"

"You and Mommy were snowed in at school!"

"Ah, yes that's right," He took Rachel's hand and stroked it with his thumb while he was recalling the series of events that had transpired that night.

"Well, as you know, we were snowed in at school. All alone. We had no food, and no way of getting out. . . ."

Finn was absolutely aghast at what had happened. How could they be so stupid and allow themselves to be so distracted? He was frustrated and he felt his temper rise at the one who had distracted him so easily. He turned on her, seething with irrational anger towards her and the entire situation they were in.

"This is all your fault Rachel! What the hell are we supposed to do now?!" He wasn't normally someone who yelled, so the action threw Rachel completely off-guard. She almost cowered away from him, but stood her ground.

"My fault? How is any of this MY fault?" He turned on her again, fury blazing in his eyes.

"It's always you! You distracted me with talking about my feelings and trying to make us sound better. . . was this a trick of yours to get me alone or something? Deal with it Rachel, you're not going to be with me anytime soon!" The second the words came out of his mouth, he knew it was a mistake, but he couldn't take them back. He saw the pain clear on her face, and he realized how badly he had probably hurt her feelings.

"Wait, Rachel, that's not what I. . . " She interrupted him with one hand and tried to play with her hair to fill up the awkward silence.

"No, Finn. I'm sorry I wanted to practice more, I guess it was my fault." She turned her back on him and walked back into the auditorium, wiping tears away from her eyes.

["I can't believe you made Mommy cry!" Harmony interrupted. Melody took a second to think about what her mother had told her that morning. Was her Daddy one of the mean people who picked on Mommy when she was younger?]

Finn wanted to hit himself. He had made the one person who probably cared about him the most, cry, all because he lost his temper at the situation they were in. He rubbed his hands over his face and followed her back into the auditorium. He saw her sitting on the edge of the stage, talking on her cell phone.

"Daddy. . . You need to call the police, the Fire Marshall, I don't care! I am stuck at school and I need to get out of here! . . . What do you mean it's been declared a State of Emergency, I am IN a State of Emergency! . . . nothing can get through the roads?. . . Do you think they'll fix it by tomorrow? . . .Daddy I can't be stuck here alone at school for two nights until the roads are cleared on Monday morning! I'm gonna starve!. . . Please, keep calling the police. . . Tell them to find some Snow Dogs or something just get me out of here!" She hung up the phone and curled up in a ball on stage.

Finn was shocked. No one could get through to them, at all, whatsoever. As far as he knew, he had no food and no way of getting out.

He walked up to the stage and Rachel was trying to ignore him. She started to cry again; this was a situation her Daddies couldn't save her from. He sat down next to her and placed an arm on her shoulder. She shrugged it off and turned away from him. He sighed.

"Look, Rach. I'm sorry. I never though this could happen and I'm really freaked out! I took it out on you and I'm sorry. I know It wasn't your fault." She shrugged at him and he knew he wasn't totally forgiven. But they had more pressing matters to discuss.

"We have to go into survival mode now. We have to find some food and something to keep us warm tonight. I doubt the heat is turned on and it's only going to get colder. Come on, let's go." She stood up and followed him out of the auditorium. It was creepy being in school when no one was around; their footsteps echoed in the vacant hallways. They walked around in awkward silence until Rachel came up with a plan.

"OK we should go to our lockers first and see if we have any extra sweaters or snacks that we can use. I know I have a few dollars on me, so we can use it in the vending machines and try to live off of crackers and candy for the next 48 hours. It won't be the most nutritious meal we'll ever eat, but it will keep us from being hungry. . . " Finn interrupted her logical planning with a snort.

"Rachel do you know how much I can eat in one day? I once ate fifty White Castle Hamburgers--That's Five Sack-O-Ten's! I don't know If I can make it!" She was the one to let her frustration get the better of her this time.

"Well Finn, I'm sorry I don't have a buffet table of goods ready for you to eat but in case you haven't realized, were in a life-or-death situation here! Let's finish our locker check and see what we can get from the machines, then we can panic if it's necessary."

"Fine."

"Fine!" she turned them down the corridor towards her locker. She opened it and found two protein bars and a bag of skittles. In his locker he had an unopened packet of Pop-Tarts and a bag of peanuts.

"Okay, Finn, this is a good thing. So far we have lots of protein, which means we won't die. But we need water and a lot more food than this if they can't save us tomorrow." Rachel furrowed her brow while trying to think of more options they could have. Finn was just staring into space wondering how she could be so calm and composed when they were literally trapped away from the world.

"How do you do it?" Finn asked so suddenly and quietly that Rachel needed him to repeat what he had said.

"How can you stay so calm when we're stuck here like this. Aren't you scared? Worried?" She shrugged and led them down a different hallway.

"I don't know Finn. Someone has to be the one to take control, and I guess I'm the kind of person who likes to be a leader. I guess it's just my survival skills kicking in."

"Well, you're better at this than me. I would get us killed." She laughed and started to rub her arms, trying to bring warmth to her limbs. He started to feel more chilly as well. He looked outside and the dim January sun was almost set.

He frowned. It was going to get cold. Fast.

"I was more worried about your mother, of course, than I was of myself. You see, your Mom used to have a penchant for wearing extremely short skirts in the dead of winter." He looked accusingly at his wife and she hung her head in shame. She looked up at her husband with a stubborn set to her jaw.

"I had amazing legs." Finn burst into laughter at his pouting wife.

"Yes, honey, you did."

"Tell us more Daddy!" "More Daddy More!" cried his daughters and he looked at his watch. Rachel had to be at the theater at 6 and the girls had ballet at 6:30.

"Sorry girls, we told you it was a long story. You have to go to Ballet and maybe tonight, because it's a Friday, we can stay up and tell you some more." The girls each pouted exactly like their mother and Finn wondered how he wound up with the most beautiful and amazing family of girls.

"Look at me, I'm surrounded by beautiful pouting girls! Come on ladies, we have things to do!" Finn kissed his wife goodbye and wished her luck on her performance at that night's show. He got the girls dressed and ready for Ballet and dropped them off at the studio. They were getting a ride home from a friend.

He went home, ordered a pizza, and watched some more sports, waiting for his girls to come home.

Salut mes amis!

I think Finn would make the best Father! He's adorable.

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Merci Mille Fois

The Minsk