A/N: Hi everyone! So, after a bit of a hiatus for both of us really as we're both busy busy, especially with me preparing to move across country now, I'm bringing you chapter 2 of our lovely collaboration here! This chapter was written by the brilliant potterheadedgleek22 and if you haven't read her stuff yet, shame on you! Go read it! She's a wonderful writer! This chapter is proof, yeah? xD Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter and I'm up next so chapter 3 will be coming at you from me! But since I'm in turmoil with my hecticness of moving, I'm not sure how long it will be until I can get it done. So, I just ask for patience guys. Thanks bunches! Hope you enjoy her chapter!

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"So what do we do now?" Finn asked. "Our parents must be crazy with worry."

"I can try calling mine," Artie said, pulling out his cell phone. After a moment of trying, he closed his eyes and flipped the phone shut. "Signal's dead," he said softly. The students all shook their heads in disbelief.

"There's gotta be a maintenance guy or a teacher or someone still here," Rachel said hopefully, always the optimist.

"Actually, I don't think there is," Puck said. "I don't hear anyone but us."

"Doesn't the secretary have a landline phone?" Mercedes asked. "We have to tell someone we're trapped here." Mike took the initiative and stepped out of the choir room to take a look. Almost everyone but Blaine seemed to have forgotten about Kurt, who was still on top of his boyfriend. Blaine was noticing how hot his boyfriend felt. He very gently laid a hand across Kurt's forehead. This action made the itch flare up again, somehow worse than before. He squirmed in discomfort, still trying to remain strong in his resolve not to scratch and make Blaine worry. That was the absolute last thing he wanted was for his overprotective, loving boyfriend to think there was something wrong.

He needn't have bothered, however, because the heat radiating off him was enough to send Blaine into a tizzy with worry.

"Guys," Blaine called over the buzzing of terrified students. A few looked up, but most didn't hear him. "Guys," he said again, "Kurt's got a fever."

"Oh my God," Finn said anxiously, the first to come over. "Kurt, are you okay?" The sick boy tried to nod and reassure his brother and boyfriend, but it seemed like his slowly-creeping temperature spoke louder.

"Of course he's not okay," Blaine snapped, instantly feeling bad for it. "Does anyone know if the nurse has a thermometer?"

"She does," Santana confirmed, and Quinn nodded. Both of them should know – the nurse had had to take their temperatures to confirm their cases of mono almost a year ago.

"I'll go grab it," Mercedes said worriedly.

"Blaine," Kurt said exasperatedly. "I'm fine. I swear."

"You call this 'fine?'" Blaine asked in disbelief. He tried to make his voice soothing, even though he was just as afraid as everyone else. "It's okay, Kurt. You're sick." Kurt shook his head stubbornly.

"No, I'm not," he swore, his throat burning and head swimming as he said it. Blaine tenderly kissed his forehead. Kurt cringed as it flared the itch again.

"Yes, you are," he said, gently brushing the hair out of Kurt's eyes. This did it; the touch from Blaine caused an almost explosive need to scratch the itch. Kurt could not endure it anymore. He began to scratch at his forehead madly, causing Blaine to draw back and look on in alarm.

"Baby, what's wrong?" Blaine asked worriedly. Kurt was mortified. There was no way he could admit to everybody in the room how badly he was feeling, nor how itchy he was. That was just completely embarrassing. However, he was thankfully saved by Mercedes, who returned in that instant empty-handed.

"Did you get it?" Finn asked.

"No," Mercedes said, shaking her head. "The office is locked." She looked up expectantly at Puck, who took a second to catch on.

"Oh, right," he said. "Let's go, Finn. This is my area of expertise."

"If it's your area of expertise, why am I going?" Finn asked, confused.

"I need a wingman, don't I?" Puck asked smoothly. Finn shrugged and got up, leaving the room with Puck.

"We'll be back in ten with a thermometer and maybe some drugs." Puck said. To the looks he got, he added quickly, "For Kurt."

"We need a survival plan," Quinn said rationally after rolling her eyes at Puck though he could not see it. "Like how are we going to get food while we're here? Where are we going to sleep? How are we going to live here for two weeks or until all this snow melts?"

"The cafeteria is always relatively stocked," Artie said.

"If Puck can break into the kitchen, I can cook," Tina confessed. "Food shouldn't be a problem." Suddenly, Mike returned. He had a deep frown on his face.

"Did you get ahold of them?" Rachel asked anxiously. Mike shook his head.

"My folks didn't pick up, no matter how many times I tried," he said. "Does someone else want to come with me and try their parents?"

"I will," Santana said. "I don't know how long I can handle being trapped in here with you all." She followed Mike out.

Blaine looked worriedly down at Kurt, who had suddenly begun to shake uncontrollably, not from fear but from the fact that the choir room was now completely freezing. Kurt tried to suppress his shivering, but it was proving difficult. It felt as if the room had dropped to somewhere below zero in a matter of seconds.

"Woah, Kurt," Blaine asked, watching how violently each tremor racked his body. "What's wrong?"

"N-Nothing," Kurt tried to reassure Blaine, being forced to clench his teeth to keep them from chattering. "Just a… just a little cold." Suddenly, Finn came barreling into the room with Puck in tow.

"We found it," he declared triumphantly, thrusting the small thermometer at Blaine and pushing the hair back off his forehead with a loud exhale that led everyone to believe he had run. "Puck is a genius with a bobby pin, I swear," he continued.

"Good, 'cause we need him to go on another errand with that lock pick," Mercedes said, a hand on her hips. Puck set down a bottle of Tylenol he had found from raiding the nurse's office and held out his hands.

"Shoot," he said.

"Can you find a way to get us into the cafeteria?" Tina asked. "We need to start gathering supplies.

"Oh, I can do more than that," he said, pulling a ring of keys out of his pocket. To the puzzled looks he got, he explained, "We made an extra stop to the janitor's closet for the spare keys. I figured we'd need them."

"Puck, you're a genius!" Rachel declared. Usually she was not one to condone crime to get anything in life, but this was an extreme circumstance and she was willing to make exceptions. Puck smiled to himself.

"I know," he said. "C'mon, let's go grab some food." He and a party including Tina, Mercedes, Sam, Artie, and Brittany headed to the cafeteria and adjacent kitchen for some provisions. That left only Rachel, Quinn, Kurt, Blaine, and Finn. Finn sat down in the chair next to Kurt's.

"Open up, baby," Blaine urged, holding the thermometer to Kurt's lips. Kurt was so uncomfortably hot, cold, and itchy that merely parting his lips caused another explosion of itchiness on his cheeks. He allowed Blaine to slide the thermometer into his mouth and under his tongue. He closed his lips around the device.

"Now just hold still a second," Blaine coaxed. Kurt balled his hands into tight fists, strengthening his resolve to not touch his face. It took only a second for the thermometer to beep. Blaine plucked it out of his mouth and turned it over in his fingers, looking for the window displaying the reading. He gasped aloud.

"What is it?" Kurt asked weakly.

"It's a hundred and two degrees," Blaine murmured anxiously. He looked at Kurt worriedly, then over at Rachel and Quinn. "What could this even be?" He asked.

"I bet Mike would know," Rachel suggested. "His father is a doctor after all." Blaine nodded in agreement. Kurt closed his eyes, feeling more uncomfortable than he ever had in his life. In hindsight, he probably should have allowed Finn to take him home, but he was too stubborn to admit how poorly he was feeling, and now he was paying severely for it. He had again faltered in his resolve not to scratch at the burning itch and had now taken to raking his nails up and down his upper arm almost robotically, trying to satisfy the itch that had settled there but failing miserably. Blaine took notice of this after a second.

"Kurt, you've been doing this all day," he commented, gently tugging Kurt's hand off his arm. "Are you sure you're not having an allergic reaction to something?" Kurt shook his head silently, suddenly regretting it as he felt the soreness and stiffness in his muscles.

Suddenly, realization hit Quinn in the form of a memory she had from when she was a child. The nausea, the discomfort, the fever… it all made sense to her.

"I don't think we need Mike for a diagnosis," Quinn said, cautiously approaching Kurt. She cocked her head, trying to remember everything that had happened to her at least a decade ago.

"Let me see, headache, right?" She asked him. Kurt thought about this. It would make sense as to why his vision had been swimming.

"Yeah," he said finally, noticing how achy and pressurized his head felt for the first time. Quinn nodded knowingly. Everyone else looked on silently.

"And you were dizzy earlier, right?" She asked. "Before you vomited?"

Color rose to Kurt's cheeks in utter embarrassment as she brought it up, but he managed to squeak out a nervous, raspy, "Yes."

"And this," Quinn said, knowing for a fact now that what she believed was indisputably true. She rested her hand on his overheated, feverish forehead for a second. Upon removal of her appendage, Kurt's face began to itch like mad.

"The itch is probably driving you crazy right now," she said knowingly.

"Quinn, what are you talking about?" Finn asked nervously. But she ignored him and asked a queer question.

"Kurt, have you ever gotten a chickenpox vaccine?"

Kurt hesitated for just a moment. The truth was, he really didn't know. He had figured his mom had taken him to get one when he was young, but the more he thought about it, the more he realized they had never talked about him being vaccinated. Whenever he would go to the doctor, they would never say that he was protected against chickenpox, which was strange he realized.

"I-I don't… I don't know," he confessed quietly. "But… even if I haven't… isn't that a disease that just affects children?"

"And teenagers," Quinn corrected. "And it's worse for us. Kurt, I'm pretty sure you have chickenpox." Just then, before Kurt could even formulate a response to this horrifying notion, Santana and Mike emerged.

"Well?" Rachel asked, rising from her seat. "Did you contact anybody? Do they know we're trapped here?"

"Yes," Santana said shortly and went to sit down. Rachel's eyes followed her bewilderedly.

"Well?" She asked. "Is someone coming for us?"

"They know we're trapped here," Santana said, sounding more irate by the minute. "They also know there's nothing they can do; the snow is too thick to travel in, and there is a blizzard still going on. We're stuck here." These words caused quite the deflation in morale among the group as they grasped the fact that they weren't going to be rescued or be going home to their families anytime soon.

"Well," Blaine said, speaking up and breaking the tense silence that had descended at Santana's words. "If that's the case we need to figure out sleeping arrangements, and Kurt needs to go lie down."

"What's wrong with him?" Mike asked.

"Quinn thinks that it's chickenpox," Blaine said.

"I don't think, I know," Quinn cut in. "And I should know. I had it when I was a kid. It sucks. I hope all of you have gotten vaccinated, because Kurt's contagious for the next ten to twelve days or more." Mike walked over to where Kurt was sitting. Uncomfortable as he was, the sick boy still was well enough to feel nothing but irritation with his peers. After all, he was not a specimen in some medical museum. He hated being examined and inspected as if he was one.

"If what you say is true," Mike said, "then the rash hasn't started yet. But it will soon." Kurt shivered again, not sure if it was from the chills or the stares he was getting.

"There's a couch in Figgins's office," Santana said.

"Or there are cots in the nurse's office," Finn added. "That might be a better place for him since there's medicine and stuff in there." Blaine looked down at Kurt.

"Where would you be more comfortable?" He asked gently. Kurt thought about this a minute.

"What if other kids who go into Figgins' office aren't vaccinated either?" He asked. "I'd be exposing them. I think the nurse's office is better." Blaine nodded.

"Good point," he said. He helped Kurt sit up straight. "Do you think you can walk?" He asked. Kurt completely ignored him as a fear gripped him so severely he could think of nothing else. He had to know if Blaine was protected. If he wasn't, Kurt was going to feel even worse, for he undoubtedly had already passed his germs onto his boyfriend.

"Blaine, are you vaccinated?" He asked worriedly. Blaine was startled for a second before he smiled and started to chuckle.

"Yes, baby," he said. "Of course I am. Don't worry. You need to go lie down." He looked intently at his boyfriend and saw what he had neglected to see earlier in the day: his face was pale, and he was starting to sweat slightly, yet he was shivering. He looked haggard and exhausted, as though he was fighting a battle within himself and losing terribly. He could barely keep his eyes open, and he was green around the gills. Kurt did not move – doing so even a little to sit up had caused an explosion in his head he couldn't ignore, and his muscles had screamed at him in protest. He felt like curling up in a ball and dying. But he didn't want to seem weak to a little childhood disease like chickenpox. He forced himself into a standing position, his knees wobbling and a giant wave of nausea crashing over him. He stumbled, and in a flash, Blaine was at his side. The sick boy buried his face in the soft cotton of his boyfriend's shirt, clutching Blaine for dear life, feeling dizzy and disoriented. He closed his eyes to block out the sensations.

He barely felt it when Blaine reached a hand behind his knees and scooped him up into his arms. He no longer could register how embarrassing it was in front of his peers. Everything was in slow motion and blurry. He whimpered softly, and only Blaine heard.

"Shh, it's okay," Blaine soothed, his brow creasing in concern. "Everything's going to be okay." He looked over at Finn. "Is the office open?" He asked.

"Yeah," Finn said. "Puck and I left it unlocked."

"Good," Blaine said. "Can you get the door?" Finn got up from where he was sitting anxiously and walked out with Blaine and Kurt to open the door of the office for them. It was slow going, but they eventually made it. Kurt did not remove his cheek from Blaine's shirt until they arrived. Blaine set Kurt down on one of the cots and eased his head down to the pillow.

"Okay," he said. "I'm going to go grab the Tylenol from the choir room, and I'll be right back." He squeezed his boyfriend's hand and then hurried out to grab the medicine. Finn stood there a minute, feeling helpless.

"Kurt, I'm going to go call our parents," He said, realizing they still didn't know. "They're probably worried sick." Kurt nodded.

"Okay," he said, pulling up the thin blanket on the cot and curling up. Finn stood there awkwardly another few seconds, and then headed off to the secretary's office to make the call. Kurt closed his eyes. He could not remember another time he'd been so uncomfortable. The burning itch on his face had returned, this time worse than ever now that he knew what was causing it. He knew enough about the disease to know that scratching was a bad idea. But now, it wasn't just his face, but his neck and arms as well. He was dreading the moment those little red bumps started appearing on his skin – it would be as horribly uncomfortable as it was hideous. Kurt knew he'd be mortified the rest of the time he was ill. He hated being sick when people were around. It was embarrassing. He shivered, but his whole body felt hot. He couldn't believe all this was happening to him. He wished Blaine would return. He made everything more bearable.

Blaine was only taking so long to return because he was hindered by the group that had gone to get food returning. They had raided the cafeteria for snacks that they could keep in the choir room, and Tina had found a few weeks' worth of ingredients left in the freezer by the lunch staff. She would be in charge of meals.

"We need to work out a sleeping plan," Quinn said. "Kurt will be in the nurse's office." She then went on to explain to the others that the boy had chickenpox. Nobody seemed too fazed by this, as all of them had either had the disease or gotten the vaccination as children. They were sympathetic however, and worried about their friend.

"There's time to feel bad later," Santana snapped. "Right now, we need to figure out how we're going to survive these next two weeks. Kurt's obviously got a room. Great. Now we have to discuss the rest of us. Last I checked, the last time there were spare mattresses here was when we did that commercial."

"I'm staying with Kurt in the office," Blaine said. Finn, who had returned from calling his parents, nodded though his mind was far away. His mother had been worried when the boys hadn't come home, but worry quickly changed to horror when Finn explained what had happened and where they were. He'd told her about Kurt, and she was ready to march up there and dig them out herself. Finn had persuaded her against this, however, reminding her about the storm. Carole had promised to get rescue workers and police and firemen and anyone else on earth she could possibly get to come as soon as the blizzard subsided. Finn had thanked her and told her he loved her and hoped they could be together for Christmas.

"I can stay in there too," he volunteered.

"Okay," Quinn said. "Some of us can sleep in here."

"On what?" Brittany asked.

"Well, I think the gym has mats," Finn offered. Most of the girls wrinkled their noses. Who wanted to sleep on a sweaty wrestling mat?

"The dance room probably has yoga mats," Sam added, seeing the obvious disgust in the girls' faces. A few nodded at this, including Rachel.

"That's a good idea," she said.

"There's the couch in Figgins' office," Puck said knowingly, for he had been there plenty of times.

"We can drag mats into the classrooms," Quinn said rationally. "A few people can sleep in Figgins' office or in Coach Sylvester's office. There are linens in the nurse's office, and there are coats and jackets like everywhere. It's not the best plan, but it's all we've got." She saw how sullen a good half of the group looked. She could understand this. Most everyone had been hoping to be home with their families by now for Christmas or Hanukkah. They were just going to have to make the best of it.

"Hey, it could be worse," Sam said. "I mean, think of Kurt right now. He's got to be the most miserable out of all of us. Mercedes nodded.

"Sam's right," Mercedes said. "If there's anyone who should be complaining, it's Kurt, and I haven't heard him say anything. We need to just suck it up and wait for the storm to stop so someone can come for us." There was a silence as the students contemplated this.

"I can go start making dinner," Tina offered once a suitable interval had passed.

"I'll come help you," Mike said almost immediately. Tina smiled appreciatively.

"I can go start looking for some mats," Rachel said. Blaine did not stay to hear who else was going to go gather things to make this easier on everybody. He left the room and went back to the office with a water bottle from his backpack and the bottle of Tylenol for Kurt. He would do anything for Kurt so he wouldn't to have to be so miserable, especially at a time like this.

A/N: Bravo! Round of applause for Miss. potterheadedgleek22! I personally love how she wrote this chapter! What did you guys think? Reviews make us both very very happy! Next chapter will be brought you by me, KurtandBlaineGleek! See you soon! Oh, and raise your glass if you're excited for Glee's return! Yay for the end of the hiatus! *cheers* Happy reading!