AN: The song that corresponds with this chapter is 'It Snowed' by Meaghan Smith. The Glee club has a snowball fight and when Artie gets hit, Sam gets a little overprotective.
It didn't take much to be able to distract the students of McKinley High School and a heavy snowfall was guaranteed to be a prime distraction for them. As the heavy flakes drifted past the windows, the teachers all but gave up teaching since just about every student was more interested in watching the snow outside.
It wasn't until lunchtime that they were able to actually do anything. The Glee club had barely settled down at their normal table when Marley pointed outside.
"Look!" she said. They all turned to look and saw Jake standing out there with a small pile of snowballs next to him. He gestured for them all to join him. Without another thought, they grabbed their jackets and filed out into the cold air.
"How about a little snowball fight?" he propositioned once they were all gathered out there. "Boys versus girls?"
"How about new kids versus the veterans?" Tina suggested.
"I like that one too," Sam agreed, pushing Artie over toward a picnic table where they started forming snowballs. The two groups divided and both stocked up on snowballs in preparation for the fight.
"What are the rules?" Joe asked.
"Rules are there are no rules," Ryder replied, letting a ball fly and therefore starting the fight. It was a pretty decent fight, as far as they went. Both teams had decent aim and just about everyone had been hit at least once. However, they were just plain enjoying themselves. It had been awhile since they had just been able to goof around and have fun. Plus it was nice that they weren't having stuff thrown at them by cruel jocks.
Sam grabbed Artie and pulled him behind the picnic table that their team had claimed.
"What are you doing?" Artie asked him as Sam ducked down next to him.
"We're making surprise ammunition," Sam said as he started forming more snowballs. Artie just rolled his eyes and pitched in. leave it to Sam to make this a bigger deal than it needed to be.
He let out a yelp as a snowball hit him in the back of the neck suddenly. The icy cold stuff started to drip down his back, which was not the most pleasant feeling in the world. Sam's eyes widened when he realized Artie had been hit. A very serious expression came over his face then.
"Don't worry Artie, I'll avenge you! Whoever did that will pay very seriously."
"Sam, I'm fine, really," Artie said as he tried to scrape as much snow off his neck before it fell down his jacket. "There's no need to avenge my honor or anything."
"Yes there is," Sam said as he swooped down, planted a kiss on Artie's lips and then ran out yelling at the top of his lungs, whipping snowballs at Jake and Ryder who were apparently the cause of the unpleasant cold currently dripping down Artie's back. Artie couldn't help but laugh a little as Sam tackled Ryder and started trying to shove snow in his face for what he did to Artie. He had never had someone fight for his honor before and he would be lying if he didn't think it was pretty sweet.
Unfortunately as he was busy watching Sam, he wasn't paying attention to the fight and all of a sudden he was hit directly in the face with a snowball. It knocked his glasses off and his face was covered with the icy stuff. It was similar to a slushy facial but worse since it had more of an impact. He heard gasps and Unique apologizing profusely, saying that she hadn't meant to hit his face. Artie was in a bit of a shock and before he could really do anything, he felt gloves gently brushing snow from his face.
Cracking his eyes open he could make out Sam's blurred figure crouching over him, obviously very worried about him.
"Artie? Can you hear me?" Sam's worried voice said.
"Yeah, yeah I can hear you," Artie replied. He wasn't really that hurt – he was more shocked than anything, but he wasn't going to lie – it had been pretty unpleasant. The rest of the club had dropped their snowy weapons by now and were gathered around him as well. He felt a little embarrassed by all the attention but was at least glad they cared.
Someone handed him his glasses which unfortunately were wet and smeared and didn't exactly help his vision much. He smiled though, if only to wipe the worried look off Sam's face.
"I'm fine you guys, really," he insisted. The others looked relieved and Sam leaned in to give him another kiss. This resulted in some whistles and cat calls from the others, which Artie chose to ignore. The worried look hadn't quite left Sam's face left and Artie couldn't help but feel warm despite the icy snow on his face (and now dripping down the front of his shirt as well as the back). It touched him, how much Sam truly cared about him.
However, he decided that a change of shirts was in order and Sam pushed him inside to do just that. Once out of earshot of everyone else, he made some casual remark about how cold the snow had made him and how he needed to warm up somehow. Suddenly Sam seemed to be pushing him quite more quickly toward the men's room.