I was hanging the last of the garland on the Christmas tree when the doorbell rang. I jumped down from the chair I was standing on. "Noah must be here" I thought to myself. I straightened up my hat and ran through the house, the rest of my long Santa hat trailing behind me. I skidded to a stop right in front of the mirror by the door, fixing the visible parts of my hair. The doorbell rang again. "Keep your shirt on!" I hollered through the door as I undid the lock. I open the door and there he was.

"The puckmonster would prefer that you took of my shirt instead." he cracked as he walked bringing in the cold winter air with him. "Miss me?" he smirked as he wrapped his arms around my waist, leaving a sweet kiss on my lips. God I wish he would trail down to my neck.

"You're late" I hummed to myself as wiggled out of his arms and brushed the snow out of his mohawk.

"I will take that as a yes then." He giggled as he un wrapped his scarf from around his neck. "Sorry I'm late; the old lady at the register was talking my ear off."

"What were you picking up from the store?"

"Just a little something something" he grinned devilishly at me

"Christmas present for me?"

"It just so happens that it is."

"Well being that it's a little bag I must ask what it is"

"It's Christmas eve, I think you can wait" he poked me on the nose and walked past me.

I turned on my heels and followed him through the house "Puckerman what do you think you are up to?" I question him as I followed him into the kitchen

"What this is my house too" he shrugged me off

"No that's not what I meant."

"Noah?" He could tell by the tone in my voice that I was not amused.

"Hun I'm not gonna tell you." He said as he slid around the kitchen looking for various ingredients.

I grunted in disdain and leaned against the island counter. I watched him walk around the kitchen throwing spices into the pan along with some chicken "Whatcha making babe?"

He stopped and rested his hands on the edge of the counter next to me. His shoulders rode up and he looked back into his head, "chicken stir fry" he said and with that he was back to running around the kitchen. I stayed leaning against the counter waiting for him to finish putting all of the ingredients in the pan. "And now we wait," he stood in the middle of the kitchen looking at his feet. He had on a dark green button down shirt, a little on the tight side; some faded jeans with his thumbs tucked in his pockets. He looked up at me "Want to watch a movie; I brought The Devil Wears Prada?"

"If you think you can win me over with Anne Hathaway and Meryl Streep you have another thing coming Puckerman." I inspected my nails; it drives him nuts when I won't look at him. He says that it makes him miss my beautiful eyes.

He slowly walked towards me, thumbs in pocket, and stood in front of me; Noah was looking at me. "Hey, look at me" he said in a soothing tone. He always tried his best when it came to tender romantic moments. He sighed to himself. He grabbed me by the waist and tightened his grip, he lifted me up onto the counter, and he now had my full attention. He leaned into me, putting his hands on my back; he rested his head on my shoulder. "Babe you know I love you right?" He whispered sweetly into my ear.

"I know that" I giggled back.

"Well then," I could hear the smile in his voice. And yet again before I knew it was happening he scooped me up into his arms wedding style. He carried me into the living room and set me down on the couch.

"Noah you hopeless romantic." I breathed out.

When I awoke my head was against Noah's chest, I could feel the warmth of his arms wrapped around me. We had fallen asleep watching the movie as usual. I glanced at the clock a crossed the room. It was a quarter to midnight.

"You awake?" Noah mumbled as he rubbed his eyes

"Yeah."

"Did we fall asleep watching the movie?"

"As usual."

"Babe what time is it?

"It's about a quarter to midnight, why?"

"Shit!" he sprung up and ran out of the room

"Hey where are you going?" I jumped up and followed after him

"No time to explain don't ask questions, just put your coat on and get in the truck." And before I knew it he was trudging out the front door to his truck. I followed behind him and said nothing. I sat at the other end of the cab in silence as we rode through the town. "Come on over here I promise I won't bite this time." He chuckled to himself. I undid my seat belt and slid over and leaned my head on his shoulder

"Where the hell are you taking me?"

"Oh you'll see." He smirked to himself and turned up a hill. As the hill got steeper I could hear the four wheel drive kicking in. We finally got to the top of the hill. Puck parked the truck and started to get out. "Well are you coming?" he said as he closed the door.

"Noah its almost midnight why did you bring me here?"

"Keep watching the clock, you'll find out at midnight."

I kept my phone out and stared at the screen 11:59. I looked around at the beautiful winter view. You could see all of Lima from here. I looked at my phone again. 12:00 am 12/25/11

"Okay Puckerman its officially Christmas, it freezeing out, so this better be good." I chattered

"Kurt Hummel," he dropped to one knee, "Marry me?"