Okay, so I know that this is technically not canon because of the whole Macarena thing. But in all fairness I wrote this before the Macarena thing became canon, so make of that what you will.

Everyone said she was beautiful, with her poppy-colored, silky hair and gray eyes, but to him, she was the sun, and he was a a speck of dust.

Sure, they were friends. Or at least, she talked to him once in a while, called him Stupid Face, and he'd loved her since the moment he set eyes on her. To say it broke his heart when she became a kiss-o-gram, well, that would be an understatement. Just the thought of all those men with their arms around her and their lips on hers... It wouldn't even process.

He'd never wanted to see it, her work, but one night he found himself dressing up, wearing a Roman-style helmet that covered most of his face, and going to the Halloween party he knew she'd be working at.

She was standing there, peeking out from behind a curtain, waiting for the guest of honor.

And he walked up and prayed that she wouldn't recognize him.

She squinted. "Are you Thomas?"

"Thomas?"

"You know-" she pointed to the colorful poster with the words, Welcome Home and Happy Halloween,Thomas written in blocky letters across it. "-Thomas?"

"Oh, oh yeah, right. I got here early. Came in through the back. Kinda." He looked at her, a bit unsure, and didn't want to ask what she was. "You're, um..."

"The kiss-o-gram, yeah. Well?" she asked, her Scottish brogue tinting her words. "I can't sit here all day, so anytime you-"

And his lips were on hers and his fingers were running through her hair, and he just couldn't seem to let go of her. He needed her closer, so he tugged her forward and wrapped his arms around her, and didn't care if he'd gone over his time limit. He breathed her in and shuddered a sigh with the sheer joy of it, of having her so close and so willing. And when finally they parted, with his hands on her cheeks, her breath warming his lips, she grinned.

"Well, I knew you had it in you. That was..." She paused for breath. "Some kiss."

He dropped his hands. "Yeah, well, thanks," he said awkwardly, and turned to leave.

He was halfway to the door when she called out, "Hey, Stupid Face, you forgot something."

He spun.

And she walked to him and took his face in her hands and kissed him again, then linked her arm through his and finished, "Me, Rory. Next time, don't leave without me."