It was December. Wow…terrible way to begin a story.

Anyways…the Hosts are throwing a holiday bash! It's actually not as bad as it sounds for poor Haruhi, until she's stuck on mistletoe duty, and a certain prince abandons his duties at the punch bowl.

Chapter 1: Streamers Really Suck

"Haruhi, that streamer's crooked."

"Sorry senpai."

Haruhi Fujioka made an attempt to take the tape off of the left end of the red stream of paper, and did her best to adjust it without falling off the ladder.

"Is it better now?" she asked, as the blond held his hand to his chin, examining it from a safe distance.

"Yes," he agreed, "it looks fine."

"Good," she replied coldly, "can I get down now?"

Tamaki nodded, and Haruhi stepped carefully from the ladder. On the second step from the top, her foot slipped.

"EEEEEEEK!" she screamed as she hurtled through the air.

Before Tamaki could even blink, there was a cry, a thump, and the sound of a cracking bone.

"Haruhi!" he yelled, rushing to her side.

"Ow…my arm, I think I broke it," Haruhi muttered, clutching her injured limb, "Dammit," she added, under her breath, "It hurts a lot, too."

."Don't worry, Haruhi," he crooned, ruffling her short brown hair, "I'll call for a doctor. Until then," he tore part of the sleeve off of his powder blue uniform, and wraped it tightly around her arm, " this'll slow the bleeding a little bit."

Haruhi stifled tears as pressure was applied to her wound. Tamaki flipped open his phone,

"I need a doctor," he muttered, "now!"

"Haruhi-kuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuun!"

Renge ran across the room, and leaped onto Haruhi.

"Renge-san! My arm's broken, please don't jump onto me," Haruhi sighed, rubbing her left arm.

"Haruhi-kun, I didn't even notice! I'm so sorry!" Renge skipped off, since Haruhi had apparently become boring.

"Haruhi-kun," one of the girls said, sitting down at one of the tables, "is your arm okay? What happened?"

"Oh, it's not very exiting," Haruhi replied, handing the customer a cup of tea, "I was hanging up streamers for the Christmas party, and I fell off the ladder."

After all of the customers left, the hosts could actually be themselves and have some fun.

"Haru-chan!" Hunny-senapi tugged on Haruhi's jacket, "Are you okay? Does your arm hurt? Will holding usa-chan make it feel better?"

Haruhi laughed, and shook her head,

"No, I'm fine, and I think some rest would be best for me."