This may be a little strange but I had a dream that actually made sense and I was not going to waste it by not writing it out so voila! Enjoy!

Anne and Gilbert were taking a slow walk down Lovers Lane, slowly getting off track and curving into the secluded forest, Anne had just finished reading a small part of a play out to Gilbert.

She slammed the pages to her chest dramatically, her eyes shut lightly and her cheeks slightly spread, "Isn't he so romantical, Gil, doesn't kissing sound so romantical?"

Gilberts face felt as if it were burning, it was as red as Anne's hair and had a small grin he was trying to hide placed perfectly on it. All Anne had to do was look at him with her stormy grey eyes that held so much passion and hope in them, every now and then turning a lovely shade of green as if her they were blushing, to make his heart beat uncontrollably. He could hide that well enough but when Anne said things like romantical and kissing, he couldn't help but blush and imagine her saying and doing things like that to him.

Anne was blushing furiously as well and had her head down, "I'm just scared that somehow I'll mess it up."

"Mess it up?" Gilbert asked, obviously shocked, "I don't think you could."

Anne's head popped up, "Of course you could! Oh, Gilbert, you have to teach me, there should be a textbook!"

Gilbert raised his brow, "Teach you? How could I with no experience?"

"No experience? Gilbert Blythe has never kissed anyone?"

"Neither have you, Anne."

"Yes but you're often considered the most handsome gent in avonlea." She blushed

"Most handsome, huh?" He said, winking

"I wish there was a practice for kissing like there are for entry exams."

"Well, we practice entry exams by doing practice entry exams, we practice by repetition."

Anne raised her auburn brow, "What are you suggesting?"

"Oh well I don't know, I don't think you'd want to, Anne."

Anne crossed her arms, "Tell me."

There was pause

"I was thinking we could practice… on each other." He stuttered, rubbing the back of his neck

Anne reddened and looked at her feet, after a few seconds she looked up and nodded

Gilbert raised a brow, "Was that a nod?"

Anne nodded more obviously this time, her face still as red as an pepper

Gilbert was shocked, he didn't think she would agree, he was expecting an angry outburst and a dash to her "secret" hideout followed by a long talk and eventually making up with each other, he didn't mind this outcome, though

Anne looked around and grabbed Gilbert's wrist, tugging him further into the forest nervously, "What do I do?"

Gilbert placed his arms around her waist and with a quick tug pulled her tightly against him, "What do they do in your books?"

Anne blushed even harder, "Well, the lady usually run her hands through the gent's hair and touches his cheek or places her arms around his neck, what should I do, Gil?"

Gilbert reddened, how was he supposed to choose between two equally wonderful options?

"You choose, surprise me." He decided

Anne looked into his sweet hazel eyes and put one slender, ivory, hand gripping his neck, the other wandering through the field of brown curls atop his head, Gilbert's poor face turned even redder as Anne's hand traveled down, touching and lightly caressing his cheek before dragging it down to his neck. She then moved both of her hands down his back, her arms now around his neck

Gilbert leaned in and slightly smirked, "You did both."

Anne smiled, never letting go of his gaze, "It was okay?"

Gilbert smiled back dreamily, "Wonderful." He then realised what he had just said, "I-I-I mean-"

Gilbert was cut off by a delicious taste and a warm feeling on his lips along with a slight tingly feeling all over his body

Gilbert was relishing in the taste of Anne when all of a sudden his lips were warm no more and he could no longer taste his new favourite flavour

There was a pause before Anne spoke, "Was that alright, Gil?"

Gilbert's eyes were still shut, "Heavenly."

Anne blushed and slapped him on the arm, prompting him to open his eyes, "Gil, you tease!"

Gilbert shook his head and grabbed her arm, "I think it's time we head home, Anne-girl."

Anne raised her brow, "Anne-girl?"

Gilbert laughed, "I call you Carrots too much, I felt the need to switch it up."

Anne giggled, "Alright, Gilly-Boy." She teased

Gilbert lightly tugged on her arm, "Lets go, I wouldn't want Marilla to get mad at you for being home after sunset."

Anne nodded, "You're right, lets go."

Anne squeezed Gilbert's hand tightly and smiled at him before they walked to Anne's house

They stopped at the doorway, "Thank you, Gil, I'm not nervous anymore, it actually felt rather… nice." Anne admitted with what must have been her hundredth blush that day

Gilbert caressed her cheek, "Goodnight Carrots."

Anne smiled, touching his hand, "Goodnight, Gil."

They looked at each other for a while until a they heard a plate smash in the kitchen, Anne nervously jumped away and opened the door, "I'll see you tomorrow, as always?"

Gilbert smiled and nodded, "I'll see you tomorrow!"

And with that he left, stopping at the gate to look at Anne walk in before finally heading home

Anne lightly touched her cheek where Gilbert's hand had been and walked upstairs happily

Meanwhile in the kitchen, Rachel Lynde was gasping as if Anne had walked in with thirty lovers

"Can you believe it, Marilla? Anne was clearly doing something with that boy, Gilbert Blythe!"

Marilla laughed and shook her head, "So be it, I'm going to bed early today."

Rachel pouted, "But Marilla, I have so much to say!"

Marilla laughed, "Tomorrow, then."