Hi! this is my second story..if its good and I get enough reviews I'll continue..

This is told from Logan's POV, but it may switch from each chapter..let me know what ya think

Disclaimer: I own nothing except for the ideas in my head!

read and enjoy..this will be relatively short maybe six chapters or so!

December 20

Every inch of my New York penthouse was decorated in red, green, and tinsel. From the scent of fresh baked cookies to the constant holiday music that played in the background, it looked like overly cheerful elves had emptied Santa's workshop and put every decoration into my home. Of course I didn't mind. It was cute watching a flustered Rory running around looking like a chicken with her head cut off and rambling how I never properly celebrated the holidays. So today, like every other day that was what I came home to and to me it looked like the Christmas tree, which was way too big to began with , had multiplied to twice its size and there was a new string of lights over the mantle on the fireplace. Presently I sat staring at my "manly" suit of armor who now donned a Santa Claus hat and red velvet sack tied over his shoulder, with Colin and Finn.

"Really I love what you've done with the place," mocked Finn with that goofy expression on his face because he knew I could do nothing about it except for scowl and pretend to be annoyed.

"Yeah really shows the more masculine side of you. You're not whipped at all." said Colin continuing to tease me with a merciless face, the same one that Finn wore.

"Hey, I should consider myself lucky. I had to talk Rory out of putting clumps of cotton around the room to make it like it was snowing, get two 5ft tall replicas of Santa and Mrs. Clause, and turn the heat off just so we could enjoy the winter weather inside," I said with the shake of my head and a chuckle.

"Logan! I have a surprise," all the sudden Rory's voice rang out threw the apartment. Finn and Colin shared a bemused expression and I smirked thinking it was something dirty. I walked down to the end of the hallway into the bedroom. Every since Rory came to New York she made the apartment feel like home. There she was sitting on the bed with the covers decorated with snowflakes, which she just had to have, gathering around her as she sat on her legs. I smiled as I saw her. She had her hair pulled up using red and green ribbon; she wore her snowman flannel pajama bottoms and red tank top. She was sitting on the bed with her laptop in front of her and a pad and pen, which she was chewing on the tip of, on her lap.

"Look what I've found!" she cried gleefully as she pointed to her computer screen. Ok so maybe it wasn't a dirty surprise, but it was a surprise none the less and being the journalist that I am curiosity over took me. I stared at the screen in shock. What the heck?

"What is that?" I asked praying it wasn't what I thought it was.

"A Santa costume" she stated gleefully.

"What's if for?" I asked fearing the answer.

"You" She stated as simply as though I should have known that she wanted to dress me as an overweight old guy who found enjoyment in bringing presents to every little kid in the world.

"Umm..Why?" I asked too stunned to form a more intelligent response.

"Because part of the holidays is giving back to others and according to the hospital they need a Santa to visit the children. No other Santa wants to do it because they won't get paid like they would if they were in a department store and I thought how sad would it be to not get to be a little kid and sit on Santa's lap and tell him what you want for Christmas. So I signed you up and you had mentioned that all of your other Christmases were spent with you and Honor sitting at a huge table and being served an extravagant meal by a maid while your mother came in every 15 minutes waving smoke away and your grandfather grumbling like Scrooge and your father giving you a 5 minute phone call saying he was sorry for Christmas but he'd be there next year and I thought this would be a great experience for you so please will you do it." She rambled mustering up her best Bambi eyes.

"You can't be serious. Can't I just donate money or hire a Santa to do it for me?" I asked as I walked back into the living to find Colin and Finn conspiring about something, probably about how to torture me next. This would certainly fuel their fire for another half an hour or so.

"No, come on this is the whole point. To really get in there and give back to the community not just sit up in your New York penthouse and conveniently give money because you have so much of it you don't know what to do with it," she pleaded.

"No way. You're not going to get me to do this. I'm not dressing up like Santa Clause and having children of various sizes sit on my knee for hours." I heard Colin and Finn snicker. "Come on give me anything else. I'll go caroling with you. I know you've been trying to get me to do that, or I'll go and skate in Rockefeller center with you tomorrow!" I exclaimed thinking I just found my way out of it.

"That's very nice of you to want to accommodate to my quirky holiday traditions more, but come on don't you want to give back to the kids and I'll be right there next to you. I'm gonna be an elf," said Rory.

"And an awfully cute one at that" I said, trying to weasel my way out of volunteering. I heard Colin and Finn making gagging noises behind me and I knew I was going to be mocked for that one too.

"Nice try. But no come on wouldn't it be nice to know you made difference in these poor kids' lives. Come on, Logan, there in the hospital on Christmas. The least you could do is brighten their holidays a little and let them know Santa is thinking of them," begged Rory. Oh great now she uses the guilt trip.

"Fine," I relented, "but you so owe me Ace foot massages for a month and you had better have gotten me a good present for Christmas!" I said as she got the brightest smile on her face and jumped up, gave me a tight squeeze and a hard quick kiss on the mouth. "Yeah I better get that too" I whispered in her ear just before she sprung up and raced back into the bedroom to make the arrangements.

"You won't regret this!" she called behind.

I didn't like the sound of that. I turned around to see Colin and Finn looking at me amused.

"Yeah you're not whipped at all," teased Colin.

I glared at him and sat back down on the couch, just in time to have Finn spring up from his seat on the other side of the room and jump into my lap.

"Ooh! Santa, for Christmas I want a toy train and a water gun and a…" he stopped mid ramble as I flung him off of my lap and onto the floor.

"Hey! I don't think you're supposed to do that. You just wait till I tell my mommy," Finn whined trying to sound like a disgruntled little five year old before breaking out into a fit of laughing. Meanwhile Colin was laughing his head off behind us and I was getting up to go make a glass of scotch. I would need it if I had to listen to these two tease me for another hour before I kicked them out.

I got up and went to the cabinet that held my stash of liquor that even Finn envied as I waited for my two so called friends to finish laughing at me. When I sat back down they tried to sober up, but instantly started laughing again when Finn had the epiphany that I would actually have to wear a Santa Clause outfit (he was a little slow that night due to too much alcohol earlier in the day). He doubled over and was soon on the floor grasping for anything that would hold him up to keep from hitting his head on the coffee table. Meanwhile Colin was sitting or rather lying on the couch. He was laughing so hard he had tears running down his cheeks. He just so happened to be lying on my jacket which contained Rory's present that I had just bought that day. He found it when he attempted to remove my jacket and it fell out.

As Finn continued laughing, partly because of the alcohol and partly because he still thought it was hilarious to see me decked out in a Santa costume, Colin looked at me with a bewildered look and started babbling "bah bah bah" while pointing and trying to form a complete thought.

I smirked. I knew they would be surprised by this. All of the sudden Finn stopped laughing too when he noticed that no longer did he have a partner in mocking but of what Colin was holding up. After another couple of minutes of them staring at me as if I had two heads Colin was the first to spit out

"Is this what I think it is?!"

"I don't know what do you think it is" I said playing dumb just to annoy them for teasing me not mere minutes before.

"I think it's a bloody engagement ring!" Finn all but shouted, still with a bewildered expression on his face.

"SHHHH" I said while clamping a hand over his mouth. "She'll hear you and yes its what you think it is. I 'm going to purpose to Rory before we leave for her mom's house on the 24th. I just don't know how I'm going to do it yet."

"Oh! You're growing up so fast" Finn cried as he pulled me up and hugged me. "I'm so proud you found a girl like her mate. I mean who would've thought she would ever give you two seconds of her time. Sure you're good looking and all but I mean look at her, that body and those leg.." I scowled at him. He was going a little too far about Ace again, but I was never worried. They had formed a bond while I was in London. He was like her big brother.

"I mean Congratulations" Finn finished. Colin continued to sit there as if someone told him I had plans to murder his whole family instead of propose to my girlfriend.

"Umm..Colin..Are you ok?" I asked tentatively.

"Yeah..I'm just trying to wrap my mind around the fact that self proclaimed play boy Logan Huntzberger is willingly going himself off of the market. Permanently." Stammered Colin.

"Well you better believe it buddy, cause I'm gonna ask her and hopefully she'll say yes," I said not wanting to jinx it.

"Are you kidding me? Of course she'll say yes. You two are sickeningly sweet. I almost want to gag.." Finn was interrupted by Rory who walked in the room at that moment.

"What makes you wanna gag Finn?" she asked as she walked over to my side on the couch, settled into the crook of my arm, and rested her head on my chest.

"Oh nothing love," Finn said a little nervous that she had heard our conversation.

"You tired Ace?" I asked as I looked at her. She looked like she was about to fall asleep right here.

"Yeah, I just came in to say goodnight and I'm going to bed and that I called the hospital. Congratulations you're the new Mr. Clause," she kind of mumbled.

"Great" I groaned.

"Ok well goodnight boys," she said as she made her exit. She gave me a gentle kiss, hugged Colin, and then looked at Finn. He was crying.

"What's wrong with him?"

"Oh nothing, just ignore him..too much alcohol not enough red heads..bad combination" I stammered thinking of a bad excuse.

"Ok well goodnight Finn" She said.

"Oh love" Finn almost said weeping as he pulled her into a bone crushing hug. After prying herself away from Finn she quickly made her exit and shut the door to crawl into our bed and drift off to sleep. I think its time to throw the stooges out!

"Ok boys my girl is in there and I'd rather cuddle up to her than listen to Finn cry some more and Colin ramble about how he can't believe I'm getting shackles," I said making it bluntly apparent that it was time for them to go.

"We get where we're not wanted," joked Colin. "Come on Finn off we go"

Colin and a weepy Finn left the apartment and I was faced to turn off all of the Christmas decorations that Rory just so happened to remember to turn on and set up, but not turn off. After unplugging a lit up snowman, a train that went around the tree and ran almost every hour, the actual Christmas tree that had lights to rival the one in Rockefeller Center, and a multitude of other little knickknack Christmas decorations I finally was able to go to bed.

I walked into the bedroom to see Rory curled up in a ball under our snowman covers. I quickly changed down to my boxers, which just so happened to have little penguins on them per Rory's request. She was amazed to find that I had no holiday undergarments. We immediately had to go to the store and buy 10 packs of Christmas boxers all in different designs. Of course it all paid off later when I got to reap the benefits of Rory's holiday undergarments.

As I crawled into bed and wrapped a protective arm around her and she cuddled up to me I realized how right it was that I was going to ask her to be the future Mrs. Huntzberger. I couldn't wait.

"I love you," I mumbled before I drifted off to sleep.

"Love you too," was her half awake response.

I smiled. I couldn't wait.

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