Stepping into the hall of McKinley, Blaine gave himself a shake, trying to dislodge the snow that had accumulated on the shoulders of his pea coat. It was snowing quite heavily and frigid out (he expected they'd soon be calling school off at noon), a bad day to forget his gloves.
He kept spares in his locker of course, but that didn't help his red, raw half frozen fingers any. They were so cold they burned.
Sam was standing by his locker, contemplating something inside it, when Blaine approached. Struck with a sudden sense of whimsy, Blaine stepped close and slid his icy hands up under Sam's shirts, planting his palms on the smooth, blessedly warm skin of Sam's back.
"Ah!" Sam let out a yelp, jumping away from Blaine's hands and bouncing off of his locker. Turning around, he gasped, "Dude, what the hell?"
Holding up his hands, Blaine tried to look pathetic. "Cold hands. I forgot my gloves and my fingers hurt."
Scowl melting away, Sam's eyes went wide. "Those were your hands! Gimme!"
Not waiting for Blaine to react, Sam grabbed his hands, folding his own bigger, warm palms around them and rubbing. Then he tried to speed up the process, by raising Blaine's hands to his mouth and blowing warm air on them.
"Morning!" Brittany chirped, appearing at Blaine's side and watching what Sam was doing. After a moment, she shrugged and kissed Blaine's cheek.
"Brittany," he greeted her, to used to her behavior to be totally thrown. "What was that for?"
She seemed puzzled. "Well, Sam's kissing your hands, so I thought we were kissing you good morning."
"Blaine forgot his gloves," Sam said, removing his lips and continuing to vigorously rub Blaine's hands. "He's half frozen."
"Oh," Brittany replied, giving Blaine a look. "Well, that wasn't very smart. Give me a hand."
Sam surrendered Blaine's left hand to Brittany, who sucked in a breath and tucked his hand into her shirt, against her stomach. Over her uniform, she continued to rub his fingers briskly. Sam quickly followed her example and Blaine found himself standing in the hall, both his hands up the shirts of two of the hottest people in school.
Both of who were too guileless to realize the inherent humor of the situation. Sometimes he envied their sunny outlook on life…not that he didn't think they were far more complex, but their default states seemed to be happy.
"Why do we have school today?" Brittany was asking intently. "It's Friday and they'll send us home soon anyhow."
"I don't know," Blaine said. He agreed that making them come in was foolish. "The Weather Channel says the storm system is looping around and will be here all weekend."
Brittany frowned. "I don't trust the weather man. He's a mean wizard."
It took Blaine a moment to realize that she thought the meteorologist actually cause the weather instead of just predicting it. He was about to comment when he saw Sam shaking his head slightly.
They had learned that sometimes it was best just to go along with Brittany…either that or Sam had questioned her evil, weather wizard theory in the past and didn't want to hear that reasoning again.
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