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A/N: Okay...I admit that this is a filler, but a fluffy one at that! I have the next chapter written but felt it would go better a bit later. So, hence this chapter. I hope that you enjoy it!

Chapter Twenty Two: Happy Anniversary

"Okay, what hand do you want to pick?" Logan was standing in front of Rory, two clenched hands in front of him. One held her anniversary surprise and the other held absolutely nothing. The air was full of anticipation as she weighed her options, unsurprisingly coming the the conclusion that it was impossible to pick pros and cons for either of her options. When it came down to it, they were just his hands and neither lent any clues.

"Can you give me a clue, an inkling?" She begged, giving him her best puppy dog eyes.

"Ace, it's 50-50. Come on, take your pick,"

"But I don't know,"

"Use that Yale education!" She put her hand on her hip, setting him with a bemused look.

"Last time I checked Yale did not teach any classes in silly hand games,"

"Did you just call this silly? I hope not, because I know for a fact that you're going to love what is in one of these hands," She sighed, running her fingers through her hair.

"Okay, when all else fails I will revert back to my childhood, " She pointed at one hand and then began, "Eenie meenie miney mo, catch a tiger by its toe, if it hollers let it go, and you are now it," Her finger pointed at his right hand and he looked up at her, his eyes wide.

"You picked my right hand?"

"Just open it already!" He smiled, opening his hand to reveal a car key. She looked at him, confused.

"You bought me a car?"

"No, but what I bought you is in the car," She smiled, following him to his blue BMW. She climbed into the passenger seat, looking at him expectantly.

"Okay, what's my anniversary surprise?" He reached in the back, pulling out a box.

"Well, you're going to need this first," She opened up the white box, unearthing a beautiful dress from beneath the tissue paper. It was powder blue, the bodice satin and the skirt sprinkled with crystals. She held the dress to her body, running her hand over the smooth material.

"Logan, it's perfect," He smiled, "But..why do I need this?" He smiled, taking something out of the glove department. After a few moments of anticipation he revealed two tickets to Broadway, the blue tickets pristine. She read the title, a smile coming to her lips.

"You're taking me to see Spamalot," She softly replied, astounded at how inept he truly was to her. He nodded, handing her the tickets.

"I saw all of those Mel Brooks movies and figured you'd like it," She leaned over and kissed him, smiling all the while.

"I love it Logan. Thank you,"

"You're welcome. Are you ready to go?" She smiled, nodding excitedly.

"Let's go,"

"You're like a regular James Bond," Rory joked, walking with Logan into the theater, "you and your spare suits in the trunk,"

"I never know when my dad's going to want me to go into a meeting," He defended, putting an arm around her slim shoulders. She shifted towards him, placing a hand on his chest.

"Don't worry Logan, I find it very sexy," He smiled down at her, giving her a kiss.

"You're just saying that, aren't you?"

"Yes I am," She looked around, astounded by the ornate furnishings of the theater. The lobby had an oriental theme, gold plated creatures adorning the corners of the ceiling, seemingly leaping out at those below. There was a scent in the air, something akin to roses with a hint of Chanel thrown in. It was an awe inducing experience for all of the senses.

"This place is beautiful," She responded, her eyes not knowing where to look next. He smiled, nodding.

"Yeah, I love this place. My parents used to take Honor and I a lot when we were little. It sounds odd, but most of my happy childhood memories took place here," She noticed the sadness in his voice and grabbed his hand on her shoulder, squeezing it reassuringly. He smiled in response, giving her a quick kiss.

"Logan, thank you so much for this,"

"Hey, don't thank me yet. Wait until after the show, as far as we knew it could completely suck," She smiled, shaking her head.

"I highly doubt that. This is Broadway Logan,"

"We could end up with the understudies who only got the spot because daddy dearest was the producer and wanted to give their children a plum spot,"

"You are becoming more and more like my mother every day. It is a little scary," He smiled, pressing her to him gently.

"Don't worry Ace, it'll be amazing. I don't think I've ever seen a show here that wasn't great," She saw entrance to the main theater and grinned, leading him to the doorway. They walked through, taking programs from the ushers, and then sat in their seats which Rory discovered to be third row. She gazed up at the enormous stage, her eyes wide like saucers.

"This is so cool,"

The cast sang their last notes and then it was finished. Rory jumped from her seat, applauding as hard as her hands would allow. Logan rose beside her, smiling at her enthusiasm.

"You started to standing ovation Ace, impressive," She smiled over at him and then directed her attention back to the stage. After a few minutes of applause the crowd began to disperse, chattering animatedly about the play. Rory followed Logan, her hand on his arm. He moved through the crowd expertly, knowing just how to angle and shuffle to make it through. She followed to the best of her ability, her heels hindering her walking abilities a bit more than she liked. After buying a few souvenirs (Rory buying a shirt and a coffee cup) they went back to their car, a comfortable silence between them.

"That really was amazing," Rory commented after a while, leaning her head against the cushiony seat behind her. They had been driving for an hour and Rory had been replaying the show over and over in her mind, the talent of the cast and crew never ceasing to amaze her. Logan smiled over at her, taking her hand.

"Yeah, it was. One of the best shows I've seen there even," He added. They had made it back to Yale and slowly inched their way to her dorm, brazen street lamps illuminating the empty street. He stopped in front of her dorm, putting the car in park.

"So, you had a good time?" He asked with a smile. She kissed him, nodding her head.

"Yes, a million times yes," He laughed.

"A million times yes?" She nodded smiling at him.

"Well, I'm glad that you had a good time,"

"Now Logan, you probably thought that I forgot you," She said with a smile gauging his reaction.

"What?" She smiled pulling something out of her purse. It was a slim box wrapped in green paper.

"Happy anniversary Logan,"

"Ace, you didn't have to-"

"Open it," She urged, her eyes bright. He smiled, unwrapping the box, careful not to rip the paper. He opened the box, taking out a wooden carving of a tree. It was painted with bright colors, the surface glossy and smooth. He looked up at her, smiling.

"Uh, thanks Ace," She smiled, her eyes never leaving his.

"You have no idea what it is, do you?"

"No, it's, um, it's a tree thingy," She laughed.

"Come on Logan, have a little more faith in me," He looked down at the tree, thinking hard. Suddenly it hit him, the meaning of the tree revealing itself. He looked up at her, smiling wide.

"Rory...,"

"I officially give you my tree. You can use it any time you want," He crashed his lips to hers, caressing her cheek with his thumb. She kissed him back, feeling her body grow warm. When oxygen was necessary she pulled away, unable to stop smiling. Logan had that effect on her, he made her deliriously happy.

"I love you Rory," He said, the usage of her real name making the words sound even sweeter. She took his hand, rubbing her fingers gently over his skin.

"I love you too. Happy Anniversary,"

A/N: Alright...short but sweet (I hope). Thanks for reading! The next chapter should be up soon!