A/N. I've been waiting and waiting to write this chapter. Ha-ha. Severe fluff alert. I'm writing C10 of 'Head On Collision' at the same time. I don't think this even qualifies as multi-tasking. I'm weird. I don't own anything.

"Logan, it won't stand up!" James growls in frustration and lets the gingerbread house collapse on the table and shoves the tray away.

"You have to hold it in place until the icing hardens." Logan says patiently. He reaches over James' shoulder and resets the walls. "Like this."

James turns to look at him. "You're kidding." He states in disbelief. "How long does that take?"

Logan starts to shrug then seems to think better of moving at all. "Five or ten minutes. You know. Not that long." He shifts his feet uncomfortably. "Would you mind either moving or holding up the house? It's kind of hard to hold it when I'm standing over you like this. I-" Logan stops talking when James very gently tugs him down so that he's seated on his lap. "Oh." A faint blush heats up his cheeks. "Or we could do this."

A wide grin spreads across James' face. "You're kind of adorable when you're embarrassed." He whispers in Logan's ear. "Have I ever told you that?"

"Have I ever told you that you're incredibly distracting?" Logan leans slightly away from James and fumbles with the shaky house to get a better grip on the walls which seem intent on falling over again. "You got icing all over our house." He adds in amusement.

"Sorry." James says, not the least bit sorry. "It makes it look like snow. And it covers up some of the burnt parts."

"Chimney soot." Logan corrects him as he focuses on straightening the stubborn roof. "Stay still okay? Don't move."

Because it's Logan telling him this, James obeys. He freezes and remains perfectly still. The radio has yet to be turned off and Logan predictably sings along with whatever is being played. James closes his eyes and allows his forehead to fall onto Logan's back and he just listens. "Is this John Lennon?" He finally asks, because the voice sounds so familiar.

"Mmm." Logan murmurs and nods. "It's called 'War is Over' or something like that. You know. He was keeping to the whole 'Imagine' theme."

"Oh." James buries his face into the back of Logan's neck. "You're blushing." He teases him as he feels the warmth radiating from Logan's skin. "What's so uncomfortable about John Lennon?"

"Nothing." Logan slowly releases the gingerbread house, smiles when it remains upright, and then turns to face James. He smiles. "You have icing on your face."

"That sounds familiar." James returns the smile.

Logan leans in closer. "That's because you're such a messy little kid." He kisses James gently on the nose and then, so quickly, that James isn't sure it actually happened, his tongue darts out and touches James' face. Before James can react, Logan pulls back with a satisfied smile. "There. All clean." He shakes his head with an almost pained expression on his face. "You have no idea how much I wanted to do that earlier." He confesses.

Without taking his eyes off of Logan, James reaches out carefully and finds the bowl of icing. He pulls it closer and then dips a fingertip in and runs it along the side. Then he touches Logan's nose. "Oops." He says casually. "Logan, you have some icing on your face."

"Well, I guess I'd better go get a washcloth." Logan stands up and takes one step away from James. He stops when he feels James glaring at him. "Is there a problem?"

James stand up and towers over Logan. He leans down and plants a somewhat sloppy kiss on Logan's nose then pulls away, smiling when he sees the lack of icing. "Not anymore."

"Anyway," Logan says abruptly. "We can decorate the house now if you want."

"Okay." James turns back to their house which already looks quite disastrous with it's blackened and charred roof and icing all over everywhere. "Are we going to make it look presentable?"

"I guess we'll find out, won't we?" Logan responds lightly. He gestures to the house with the hand that isn't caught in James' fingers. "What do you want to do with it."

"Eat it." James says right away.

Logan rolls his eyes. "There's not much to it right now." He points out. "Besides, when I was a kid we always had to wait until after Christmas to eat anything. That way we had them as cool decorations the week leading up to Christmas."

"And of course you never took anything, not even an M&M, until you were allowed to." James laughs. "Am I right?"

Logan smirks and shakes his head. "Nope. I use to sneak pieces from my house all the time and blame it on our dog."

He sounds so ridiculously proud at his small rebellion as a child that James laughs again and pulls him closer for a quick hug. "I love you." He presses a kiss to the top of Logan's head. He feels Logan return the embrace and lean into him and he sighs in perfect contentment. "What did we do before today?"

"You mean how did we stay off of each other?" Logan's voice is muffled from being pressed into James' chest. "I have no idea. I don't remember." He steps away and studies James closely.

"Is something wrong?" James asks, suddenly nervous.

"No." Logan shakes his head. "I was just thinking of how lucky I am." He stretches on his tip toes and kisses James again before spinning back around to the table. "So the house," He begins conversationally.

"I think it's really mean that you think you can kiss me and then walk away like that." James complains.

"Well," Logan says innocently. "I think the house has waited long enough."

"Okay." James sighs and sits down at the table, pulling Logan down with him. "As long as you sit here."

"I told you," Logan protests. "You're too distracting." But he doesn't move and merely pulls the house and the assorted candies closer to them. "What do you want to do?"

James takes two M&Ms from the bag and pops one in his mouth, giving the second one to Logan. "Let's cover the whole thing with M&Ms. We can make an M&M house. I don't even really like any of this other stuff. My great aunt thinks I like the candy she grew up eating. I'm pretty sure it's the same bags that she's had since she was a little girl."

Logan laughs. "Well, okay then. There's no point in making a gingerbread house with candy that you don't like. Eating it is the whole point."

"Cool." James takes the spatula from the bowl of icing and spreads it warily over the roof, afraid that it'll collapse once again. Soon the whole surface of the house has a thick coat of white icing and James can feel Logan shaking with laughter. "What? This is going to be the best gingerbread house ever."

"Sure." Logan says agreeably. He takes a handful of the red and green M&Ms and begins to place them one by one on the icing. "We have to make it patterned." He insists when he sees James looking at him as if wondering why he's taking so long. "That why it'll look like we put some effort into it."

"You're just OCD or something." James teases. "Everything has to be organized and perfect." but he willingly complies with Logan's wish and turns the house so that he can work on the other side at the same time. They work slowly and carefully and in the middle their fingers brush against each other. James takes Logan's hand and kisses each fingertip gently. "I think it looks pretty great."

"Yeah." Logan nods and smiles. "Much better than I thought it would anyway."

"What?" James asks incredulously. "You mean you doubted me?"

"Never." Logan kisses him on the mouth and steals any further protests he might have. Then he looks at the clock and his eyes widen in disbelief. "It's almost 11:00."

"Where did the time go?" James wonders out loud. "Bedtime?"

Logan yawns. "I didn't sleep well." He admits. "The whole mess with Leah. . . you know. Do you mind if I turn in? I'll sleep on the couch."

"Logan, don't be ridiculous." James disagrees. "I'll take the couch. You sleep in my bed."

"No." Logan refuses firmly. "I can't and I won't kick you out of your own bed, James. Don't even try to convince me otherwise."

Logan is one of the most stubborn people James has ever known so he gives in very reluctantly. "Fine. But tomorrow night we switch."

Logan seems satisfied with this plan and after James makes sure that he has all the blankets and pillows he could ever need, the two share one last moment under the mistletoe before saying goodnight and going their separate ways.

James crawls underneath the covers and buries his face in his pillow. His heart is still racing as he lays in the darkness and recalls everything that's happened in one day. He can hardly believe it and yet it's true. Logan is fast asleep on the couch right this very minute and tomorrow James plans to make him latkes for breakfast. He closes his eyes, afraid to have any dream interrupt his sweet real life but eager to go to sleep so he can wake up as soon as possible.

When he wakes up, James is confused and disoriented. He glances at his alarm clock to see that it's just after two in the morning. At first he's disappointed the he now has to go back to sleep before he can see Logan again. Then he realizes that he's absolutely freezing. Hiding under the covers does nothing and James climbs out of bed and hurried over the thermostat.

The heat is broken. They're in the middle of a Minnesota blizzard and it's freezing inside the house. James groans and then thinks of Logan. He grabs his covers and his blankets and hurries down the stairs.

Logan is shaking with cold even though he appears to still be asleep. James frowns and glances at the unused fireplace. He quickly throws in some logs that he has waiting in the corner of the room and then lights a match and drops it on the wood, watching it ignite. He feels warmer already.

"J-James?"

He turns to see that Logan is awake and shivering so hard that it's a wonder he hasn't tumbled right off the couch. "Hey there." He says in concern.

"What h-happened?" Logan sits up and wraps his arms around his torso, trying to slow down the violent shivers.

"The heat went off." James stands up and brushes his hands off on his sweat pants. "Stand up."

Logan doesn't waste his breath by asking James why he's supposed to stand up. He just stands up, holding one blanket wrapped around his shoulders. James crosses the room and lays down on the couch. Logan looks at him uncertainly for a minute and then castiously lowers himself down until he's resting lightly on James. "Is this okay?" He asks, his voice shaking, with cold or nerves, James can't be sure.

James wraps his arms around Logan and pulls him even closer. "It's perfect." He whispers. He watches as Logan smiles and then lays his head gently down on his chest. His fingers trail up and down Logan's shoulder blades and then his spine. Then he simply lays his palms down on his back and feels the even breathing of someone who is in a deep sleep.

He tilts his head slightly so that he can watch Logan sleep. His face, illuminated by the roaring fire, is peaceful, happy and content. Logan smiles in his sleep and James feels his own lips turn upwards at the sight of the dimples. He frowns though when his gaze lands on the bruise. It's healing nicely and James notices it less and less as time goes on. But he doubts that he'll ever truly forget the moment he first saw the ugly, swollen mark on his Logan's face. James doesn't try to suppress the anger he feels toward Logan's father for hitting his own son. But the anger doesn't last long because it occurs to James that Logan is his now and neither Mr. nor Mrs. Mitchell are coming anywhere near him.

A deep sigh escapes James and Logan stirs ever so slightly. James quickly goes back to rubbing his back until he's breathing deeply again. Then, he kisses him on the forehead and closes his own eyes, anticipating the morning.

A/N. I should say right now that my soundtrack for this fic is the Glee Christmas album. Lol. Somehow it's just so fitting. Review?