A/N: Hi guys, so this is my very first fanfiction, so I hope you all like it! I do not think I will be able to update this every day, in fact I know that I can't. So some of this might not come until after the new year, but thats ok, prolong the Christmas spirit, right? haha. These stories will not be in chronological order or have anything to do with each other, but some might (I will mention if they have any connection to previous stories). Anywho, hope you all enjoy!

Disclaimer: All characters belong to the lovely James Dashner and the songs all belong to their respective owners.

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Dancing

Minho couldn't sleep. Of course he couldn't, it was Christmas Eve, and he still had not grown out the stage of childhood where no matter what you try, you can't fall asleep the night before Christmas. He tried reading, playing on his Xbox, watching 4 episodes of Doctor Who, and listening to music, but nothing was working. And it was 2 in the morning.

A few miles away, Minho's boyfriend of 10 months, Newt, was also lying awake. He had tried many similar things, but he still couldn't fall asleep, despite the fact he had gotten up at 7 that morning to do some last minute Christmas shopping. He turned on the radio and heard that there was going to be a blizzard starting in an hour. There would be over 2 feet of snow by noon the next day, and it was unlikely that the roads were going to be cleared until December 26. "Well, that ruins my plans of going to visit my parents. The 4 hour drive is almost impossible to make without 2 feet of snow, there's no way I can make it during a blizzard" Newt mumbled to himself.

Back in Minho's apartment, Minho decided he had had enough of trying but failing to fall asleep. Honestly, shouldn't he have grown out of that stage by now, getting so excited for Christmas that you can't sleep at all the night before? He was 24 for heaven's sake! He turned on the radio, and heard them talk about the same blizzard that Newt had heard about. He was planning on spending Christmas with his mom and sister, but by the sound of it, his flight was going to be delayed. He went on his computer and checked his emails. Yep, the flight was delayed until December 26. He forwarded the email to his mom, saying that he wouldn't be able to come for Christmas dinner until the day after Christmas. He wondered what he should do, since his plans were cancelled because of the upcoming snow. Suddenly, an idea came to him. He grabbed his phone and stepped out the front door of his apartment. He had made it all the way down the the three flights of stairs and out the door before he realized that blizzard means really shucking cold out and all he was wearing were his Oscar the Grouch fleece pajama bottoms and a tee shirt. He ran back into his apartment and tried again, this time with his coat and a Santa hat.

He got in his car and started driving and turned on the Christmas station then began singing along. "CUZ BABY ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS IS YOOUUUUUUUUUUUUU!" He belted at the top of his lungs. He thought about Newt as he sang it, because now that his plans were cancelled, all he wanted for Christmas was Newt. So, he was driving to Newt's house. He pulled in the driveway of the duplex that Newt was renting and saw all of the Christmas lights that he and Newt put up about a month ago. He smiled at the memory. Since he had an apartment on the fourth floor of his building, he couldn't decorate the outside of his house except for a few lights around the inside of the windows that could be seen from the outside, and intense indoor decorating. Newt, on the other hand, was renting a duplex complete with a front and back yard. The Sunday after Thanksgiving, the two had put up bunches of different lights and decorations. He got out of the car and opened the front door of Newt's house just as the first snowflakes were beginning to fall.

Newt had just finished texting his mum that he wasn't going to be able to make it for Christmas when he heard his door open. "What was that?" He thought. He wondered if it was the wind blowing the door open because he forgot to lock it, and then he wondered if someone was breaking in. He walked down his tinsel covered stairs (Minho's idea, not his) and into the front hall. He smiled at the sight. It was Minho, dressed in his Oscar the Grouch pajamas and he had a Santa hat on his head. Minho hugged him and said "Merry Christmas Newt," before kissing him quickly on the lips. Newt pulled back with a gasp. "Your lips are freezing," Newt said. "Sorry" Minho apologised. "I didn't wake you up, did I?" Minho asked. He just now realized that Newt might have been asleep. "No, you didn't," Newt answered. "I couldn't sleep anyway."

"Neither could I," Minho said before kissing him again, this time longer since his lips had had a chance to warm up. When they broke apart, they realized that the radio was still playing. "SANTA BABY, JUST HURRY DOWN THE CHIMNEY TONIIGGHHTTT!" The radio blared. "Dance with me?" Minho asked Newt. "But I have a limp" Newt responded. "That's ok. It will make me feel better that I can't dance for shit." Minho told him. Newt laughed and grabbed Minho's hand. His limp disappeared when he danced. When Taylor Swift's voice sang the refrain again, Minho lifted his arms up and spun Newt around. Newt's fuzzy socks slipped on the hardwood floor and he fell onto Minho. The two were laughing hysterically. The song ended and White Christmas began playing. Their giggling subsided and the dancing slowed down a little bit. They came closer and Newt rested his head on Minho's broad shoulder. Minho kissed the top of Newt's head. They were practically slow dancing now.

Newt felt like his senses were on fire. He was pressed up against Minho and could feel every one of Minho's muscles through his thin pajama shirt. Minho's strong arms were wrapped around his back and Newt's arms were wrapped around Minho. They snuggled closer together. "I think we are going to have a white Christmas tomorrow," Newt whispered. "No really?" Minho answered sarcastically. Newt breathed a laugh. After ten months of being with Minho, he had learned to laugh at Minho's sarcasm. "Speaking of white Christmas, my flight tomorrow has been cancelled because of the two feet of snow we are supposed to get tonight" Minho whispered in Newt's ear, "So I won't be able to go see my mom and sister until the 26th. So I have all of Christmas day open tomorrow, and it sounds like the roads are going to be terrible."

Newt nodded. "Yeah, I told my mum because of the snow I would have to wait until the day after Christmas." The two realized both of their plans had been cancelled, so they could do something together. "Would you like to stay here tonight?" Newt asked.

Minho nodded and kissed Newt. "That sounds wonderful" Minho agreed. The two went upstairs together and climbed into bed. Minho wrapped himself around Newt, and finally, as the snow drifted down outside of the warm house, they fell asleep.

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(A/N: Sorry if you died of fluffiness. Actually I'm not sorry I love them acting fluffy together haha)