A/N: Just some pointless story that I started back in December and never finished. Glee was... ugh, and then Mama CP updated and that was emotionally draining and everything's just sad and -.- On a happier note, it was lovely to hear from you guys - especially those who haven't reviewed before, that was pretty cool. The demographic range of all of you is pretty awesome, I didn't expect how wide it spanned.

The New Directions were halfway through a rehearsal when four ringtones sounded almost simultaneously.

"Guys…what have I told you about your phones?" Will groaned.

"Mr Schue…"

Three more went off and Will's eyebrows rose to his hairline.

"Can we go check-"

"No…no…from the top. Come on guys. Six, Seven Eigh-"

Will's own phone beeped and he paused, frowning.

"Okay, go check your phones."

Everyone flew to their bags, but Kurt was the first to relay the news.

"Snowstorm."

"Oh my god." Mercedes hissed, and Puck and Finn left the choir room, running down the halls.

"Hey guys!" Will followed them to the hall. "Be careful!"

Brittany and Santana headed to the windows, pulling the curtains away.

To say it was snowing was an understatement.

Thick snowflakes threw themselves at the ground, being carried by the wind and slamming into the windows.

"Whoa…" Blaine breathed.

Puck and Finn returned, grinning. "The doors are pretty much blocked by the snow."

"You seem happy…" Rachel frowned.

"Guys, I'll be back. Don't go outside and don't open any windows." Will muttered, his brow furrowed in concern as he headed out of the room.

"We are happy. You know what this means? It means a snow day tomorrow!"

Quinn rolled her eyes. "We'll be stuck in here until tomorrow, genius'."

"Oh…" Finn paused, his face falling.

Tina shook her head with a frown. "Have you guys got reception?"

Phones were pulled out and they sauntered around the room, leaping on chairs and thrusting their phones into all different parts of the room.

"Nope."

Will returned, looking troubled. "I managed to call Emma before we lost reception…Apparently this storm isn't letting up any time soon."

A resounding silence glared back at him, the New Directions all looking around awkwardly and not really knowing how to respond.

"It looks like we're all staying here tonight."

"Is there anyone else here?"

"Not sure yet. That's what I'm going to find out. Please stay in the choir room for now – try and get in contact with your parents. The power has gone out so save your phone battery."

They all nodded as he left the room again.

"Perfect." Puck muttered, sitting down. "Trapped in school."

Kurt chuckled, taking Blaine's hand and dragging him to a corner of the room.

"Whenever we had snowstorms at Dalton, the different houses would gather in their common rooms, but us Warblers would all gather in Warbler Hall. Wes would organise hot chocolate and bring it in with some of the other guys, and then we'd all sit and watch it from the windows." Blaine grinned happily, playing with Kurt's fingers.

"No offense, but that sounds kinda gay." Puck said from the chair he'd planted himself in, and Blaine ducked his head, blushing slightly.

"Eavesdrop much?" Kurt glared. He turned his attention to Blaine. "I used to be afraid of snowstorms." He admitted with a small grin. "Dad used to sit with me on the couch, and we'd watch some movie and turn it up until we couldn't hear the trees scratching against the house."

Blaine grinned, pulling Kurt into a hug, resting against him. Around the room, respective couples were cuddled up, talking to one another.

Will returned a few minutes later, grinning.

"I found three janitors and a lunch lady. They're working on starting up the generator – then they'll warm up some food for us."

A small cheer went up.

"Does this mean we're snowed in?" Brittany whispered in a small voice.

"Yeah…" Santana assured her and she frowned.

"And we're staying here tonight?" her eyes widened. "Will we ever get out?"

"Of course we will." Santana reassured her, but she didn't look convinced.

"Hey Britt…think of it as like, a giant sleepover, with all of us!" Blaine grinned, and her face lit up.

"Awesome."

"Speaking of sleeping, we need to figure out how you're all going to sleep. Obviously, as a teacher, I can't really let you sleep…together, so you need to separate. Boys on the left, girls on the right." Kurt and Blaine exchanged grins, but Will caught it. "Sorry guys. Kurt, since you were so eager to join the girls last year, you can join them now."

"What?"

"It's only fair." Will sighed. "Santana, you join the boys too please."

"Mr. Schue! Britt and Santana are bisexual." Kurt protested.

Will grumbled to himself, trying to think. "Okay…I'm going to check on the cook. I'll…I'll think about it…"

Kurt, Blaine, Santana and Brittany laughed, giving each other triumphant grins.

By then, the New Directions and spread out on the floor, completely ignoring Will's instructions and cuddling up with their respective partners, those who were single in groups around them. Most of the guys had shed their shirts and wrapped them around their sneakers, using the little ensemble as a pillow. Kurt and Blaine joined them, separating themselves slightly from the other groups.

When Will returned, he groaned.

"Guys…"

"What are you expecting will Mr. Schue? Some giant orgy? As if we'd do it in front of each other." Santana retorted.

"Or in the choir room."

"No…who would do it here….?" Puck muttered suspiciously.

"Ah! Don't want to hear it!" Will shut his eyes, his hands going up to silence them. "Your warmed over chips and pasta is ready."

"Yay…warmed over chips…" Kurt muttered, patting his stomach dejectedly.

Blaine chuckled and cuddled Kurt close. "You're perfect. A couple of chips won't ruin your gorgeous figure, and even if it does, I'll still love you."

Kurt almost melted in his arms as Puck and Santana made gagging noises. The group of them made their way to the cafeteria, where their food was waiting. Their meal passed in mostly silence, aside from the few remarks and a scolding to Puck when he tried to flick dried pasta at Brittany.

Back in the choir room, the teens were bored, and already a little restless.

"Why don't you play a game?" Will asked irritably, trying to grade some papers.

"Truth or Dare?" Rachel asked. Her suggestion was met with groans.

"We've played that before." sighed Brittany.

"I remember one...I can't remember what it's called though." Blaine said hesitantly, frowning as he thought hard. "It's sorta like a cross between truth or dare and Never have I Ever." he told them.

"Oh?" Santana asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, you sit in a circle, on chairs, and take turns asking questions. Every time the answer to the question is true, or yes, you move a certain number of seats to the right." Blaine explained. The room was quiet as everyone took the information in.

"Go on." Puck prompted.

"And well, you sit there, on someone's lap if need be." Blaine shrugged. "The game goes on until everyone ends up on the same chair."

"Sounds good." Mike shrugged. "We're bored anyhow."

They gathered chairs, seating themselves in a circle.

"I'll start." Rachel said bossily.

"No." Quinn denied. "Blaine's game, he starts."

Everyone turned to stare at Blaine.

"Uh.." he stammered. "I have never painted my nails?" Santana rolled her eyes as all of the boys, excluding Kurt, went to move.

"Um, how many seats?" Finn asked, confused.

"One." Blaine said with a smirk, seating himself happily on Kurt's lap. They all moved obediently to the right, and turned to look at Blaine again.

"Who's turn?" Brittany asked. Blaine looked around the circle.

"Next person to the left." Blaine said, looking at Rachel.

Rachel raised an eyebrow, looking around the circle. "I have never eaten until I threw up."

Puck, Finn and Brittany all stood, waiting.

"Umm... Four seats."

The game progressed slowly, the questions gradually getting less and less tame, the girls squealing as they were sat on, and partners trying to fix it so they ended up on each other's lap.

Finally, about twenty minutes after they'd started playing, Santana stood up with a yawn.

"Okay, my ass is getting sore." She announced, and the other agreed with stunted laughter.

"Well, it's only seven." Tina said softly, and Santana snorted.

"So we either go to bed ridiculously early, or sit around bored out of our brains for another couple of hours."

"I vote sleeping." Brittany said, tugging Santana down to sit next to her on the floor and leaning into her side.

"But I'm not tired yet-" Blaine started to protest, and Kurt hushed him, pulling him over to the wall so they could lean on it as they talked quietly, snuggled together in an attempt to combat the cold that was starting to creep into the room.

By the time Will looked up from the assignments he was still trying to mark, the whole room had slipped into a drowsy quiet - they were sprawled out over the floor, talking in hushed voices, with one or two people asleep already.

He smiled slightly – they were good kids – they just needed to remember that truth or dare was a game they didn't need to play while there was a teacher in the room. More than once he looked up, swearing he misheard a question, but couldn't deny it when a flushed looking Santana moved three seats because she 'was never not fondled in a public space'.

Some of the questions were weird.

But regardless of the way they were phrased, Will really didn't need to know that. Still, he was proud of the way they were behaving.

"Psst. Santana, Brittany." The two were making out, quite obviously, and they sprang apart. "Keep it to a minimum."

Kurt chuckled at Will's attempts – the girls went back to kissing, just a little less provocatively. He was currently almost on top of Blaine, cuddling up tightly. The room really was starting to get cold, and their teeth were close to the chattering point.

Very slowly, the New Directions started shuffling forwards – to the centre of the room until they were all gathered like penguins, striving for warmth. Will noticed their discomfort, frowning.

"Guys, we have the Winter costumes in the storeroom, if you're that cold?"

"We should be alright Mister Schue." Mercedes spoke up when they exchanged awkward glances.

"The snow's stopped." Kurt commented after a couple of minutes of silence, and they looked to the windows.

He was right – the snow was no longer falling.

"Does that mean we can go home?" Brittany asked sleepily, her head on Santana's shoulder.

Santana shushed her, stroking her hair as Will replied;

"Not until the morning." He said apologetically, and Brittany nodded, curling further into Santana.

Will watched the comfortable silence settle over the group of teenagers, not bothering to make a comment when Kurt and Blaine started practically spooning each other. He reminded himself it was for warmth, and left it at that.

^.^

Dawn arrived, and the New Directions woke blearily to the sound of voices.

"Kurt!"

At the sound of his father's voice, Kurt guiltily shifted away from where he and Blaine had been cuddling, rolling over and sitting up.

The other parents had filed in – obviously the doorway had been cleared early – and were checking on their children. Kurt was pleased to see Blaine's mother too.

Kurt liked Blaine's mother.

Finn and Carole joined them, and Carole gave Kurt a hug too. "Was everything okay last night? We were so worried…"

Kurt laughed. "We were trapped in school…"

"So it sucked?" Burt laughed, and both boys nodded.

"It wasn't too bad though." Kurt said softly, watching fondly as Blaine's mother fussed over him.

"Oh…except for the warmed over chips."

A/N: So...after Glee, it was pretty horrible. I cried, Claire kinda cried, then we read 'Go Your Own Way' and cried some more, went for a walk and got really emotional and then Dalton uploaded. It was just a pile of emotions.

And to the some of you that asked, no I'm not in the UK - I'm in Australia :) So let that fuel my next question (I won't do this a lot, I promise), where are you guys from? You can be as vague as you want.