A/N: You would not believe how fantastic your reviews made me feel. :D I grin at every one of them, you guys make me so happy. And, as such, I've decided to continue with this. It's not going to be a consistent storyline, because the general consensus was that the previous story "You Are Perfect To Me" stood well on it's own. I am, however, going to do a series of one-shots in the same universe. I hope you enjoy them!

Also, it would be WONDERFUL if you were to give me prompts! Sometimes, I just don't have an idea, and I'd love to fulfill some of yours! This one just gets us in the holiday spirit. :D

I do not own Glee or any of it's characters. Yet. 'So, without further gilding the lily and with no more ado, I give to you,' the story!

"Why do we have to cut down a tree?" Kurt shivered, wrapped up tightly in his coat and Blaine's, as he had been shivering uncontrollably and Blaine seemed to have a supernatural ability to keep himself warm. "Why can't we buy one?"

"Because it's our first Christmas in our own house without Rachel, and I'm starting a tradition." Blaine answered for at least the eighth time as he led Kurt through the woods that the Christmas tree company owned. Kurt had to admit, it wasn't exactly unappealing to watch Blaine trekking through the snow and trees holding an axe over his shoulder like a lumberjack. It made him laugh, sure, but it was also very ... nice.

"A tradition? We're going to do this every year?" Kurt asked, pulling both coats closer around him. Blaine laughed and stopped walking, turning to face Kurt. He dropped the axe (seriously, who has an axe just lying around with which to chop down trees?) and pulled Kurt's hands out of his pockets. He rubbed them between his own, their gloves quickly creating friction and warming them both.

"We are going to do this every year. We will drag ourselves out to Vermont, damn the drive, pull into the Christmas tree lot conveniently located in the middle of nowhere, and hike out into the woods to get our own perfect tree." Blaine was smiling, his cheeks bright red and his breath curling up like smoke from a chimney in the cold air. "And we'll pick out the perfect tree, I'll bring the axe, chop it down myself, and drag it back to the car, and then we'll drive all the way back to New York with our perfect tree. And we'll pick it out for a few years, and then our kids can pick it out, and then their kids can pick it out, and the tradition will continue for generations of Andersons to come."

Kurt smiled at him, not minding the cold anymore, or the snow that had started to fall, wet and freezing, onto his face. "Is that what's going to happen?"

"That is exactly what's going to happen. And that's why we're doing this." Blaine gave him a kiss, rubbed his hands again, and returned to the axe. Kurt took the lead now, leaving Blaine to trail behind him curiously with his axe.

"What about this one?" Kurt pointed at a small tree. Blaine made a face at it, and Kurt acted offended. "What's wrong with this one?"

"It's not our perfect tree. You can tell." Blaine sounded as cryptic as a frickin' Egyptian hieroglyph, but Kurt just continued on, searching for a new tree.

"How about this? This one looks fantastic." Kurt stopped before a tall tree, playing with one of the branches. Blaine shook his head.

"That's not it, either." Blaine heaved his axe over his shoulder and began following Kurt again. This time, they both stopped at the same tree.

"This is it." they said in unison, both voices excited and filled with awe. They turned to each other, smiling, and Kurt quickly kissed Blaine before giving him a nudge towards the tree.

"Use the axe, Paul Bunyan, and cut down our perfect tree." Kurt laughed. Blaine grinned widely and started putting his strength to good use. The tree was down in no time, and Blaine was handing Kurt the axe (which Kurt discovered was much heavier than Blaine had made it look) so that he could drag the tree more easily, with both hands.

"Don't call me Paul Bunyan." Blaine warned a little bit later as they walked; the only other noises were their breathing and the crunch of snow under their boots.

"Trust me, you're much more attractive than Paul Bunyan." Kurt laughed, bumping Blaine with his hip and jogging up ahead of him. Blaine, smiling, hurried to catch up.

Several hours later, the couple stood in front of their sparsely decorate tree, examining it.

"This tree looks so bare." Kurt commented, hands on his hips as he looked the tree over. His and Blaine's ornaments were scattered throughout the limbs. "Did Rachel really have that many ornaments?"

"I guess so." Blaine stood beside his fiancée, sipping eggnog. "We'll get more as years go on, don't worry."

"I'm not worrying." Kurt lied. He took a step forward and moved one of the ornaments; it really didn't help. Kurt frowned in frustration. "I'm just saying."

"Do you want to open a gift early?" Blaine asked suddenly. Kurt turned around, raising an eyebrow.

"It's still over two weeks until Christmas, though." Kurt really didn't know why he was fighting this; he'd love to open a gift early. Blaine smiled at him, knowing this very well.

"I don't see why you can't open this one early." Blaine handed Kurt his glass and got down on his hands and knees under the tree, grabbing a small cube wrapped in snowflake wrapping paper. Kurt grinned, taking a sip out of the glass while he waited. Blaine emerged then, standing up straight and exchanging his glass for the present. Kurt looked down at it, hesitating for a moment. Blaine sighed.

"Just open it, Kurt." Blaine reached out and ripped one of the folds. "See, now you can't preserve the paper anyways."

"But it's our first-" Kurt began, but Blaine cut him off.

"Yes, our first Christmas present opened in our first house together alone." Blaine tugged a little more, making the rip a little longer. "We'll remember it. I promise."

Kurt smiled slightly and helped Blaine tug the wrapping paper off; it was anticlimatic when he was presented with a completely white box that had his name written on top in Blaine's handwriting. He opened the cardboard lid and gasped dramatically. Blaine grinned.

"Blaine, it's perfect. Where did you find this?" Kurt pulled the heavy ornament out of it's box; it was the best gift he'd felt that he'd ever received. Three music notes hung together, one reading "Kurt", one reading "Blaine", and one reading "2015" engraved on them. The box still felt heavy; he looked up at Blaine curiously.

"There's one more." Blaine set his glass down on the low coffee table and stepped closer to Kurt, pulling out a second heavy ornament. This one was just one music note, but it said "The Andersons 2016". Kurt smiled, and a couple of tears rolled down his face.

"That's perfect." Kurt leaned forward and kissed Blaine passionately. Blaine broke the kiss eventually, handing the second ornament to Kurt and taking the box.

"We'll be married a year from today, you know." Blaine reminded his fiancée. Kurt grinned wider.

"I know. I love you so much." Kurt turned away slightly and hung the two ornaments side-by-side.

"I love you, too, the future Mr. Anderson." Even Blaine's voice sounded like he was smiling as he replied and turned to looked at the ornaments. Kurt took his hand without even thinking about it as they looked the tree over.

"You know, I think the tree looks a lot better now." Kurt commented. Blaine squeezed his hand.

"I agree." Blaine pulled Kurt closer so that the shorter was leaning against the taller. "Much better."

"Merry Christmas, Blaine." Kurt nuzzled his head into Blaine's neck, shutting his eyes happily. Blaine kissed the top of his head and continued looking over the tree.

"Merry Christmas, Kurt."