"Come on, Ace," Logan begged, grabbing her arm before she could enter the school, "Snow is falling, magic is in the air. The world is practically telling you not to go in there."

"Logan. I don't skip school. It's not in my blood."

Logan grinned, "Something tells me Lorelai skipped school on numerous occasions."

"You know what I mean!"

"Fine. Then don't think of this as skipping school," he paused, smirking, "Think of it as a self-appointed snow day."

She glared at him, but he could tell her facade was cracking, "No."

"It's a half day and half of the half is an assembly about Christmas vacation safety. I promise not to let anything happen to you while your celebrating the holidays. Now, come on."

"Logan..."

He reached forward and cradled her chin in his hand, planting a gentle kiss on her lips. The sparks flew, as they always did,

"Logan..." she repeated, reaching out for another kiss.

He pulled back, teasing her, and her eyes opened in mock annoyance. He couldn't help but notice how cute she looked with snowflakes resting on her brunette hair and perching precariously on her long eyelashes.

"Let's go, Ace. It'll be fun."

"What is I miss something important? What if--"

"I convinced Paris to take notes for you with a promise that I would introduce her to my father and give a glowing recommendation."

"Are you going to?"

He smirked and shook his head slowly, "No. But it sounded good, right?"

She laughed and he reached out for her, draping his arms casually over her shoulders as he guided her away from the school. With one last glance over her shoulder, she turned her body towards him and started walking towards a black SUV.

"What about my car?"

"Honor and Josh are home, they're taking care of it."

She nodded, "Is Finn in the SUV?"

"Nope. It's just us."

She smiled as he opened the door for her, and he kissed quickly before sliding in the other side of the SUV. The first few weeks of their relationship had been completely amazing. If all relationships were like this, he sure had missed a lot through the years. Although, deep down, he knew that all relationships weren't like this. Him and Rory had something special.

As he put the car in drive and sped out of the parking lot, he reached of her hand and laced their fingers together, a small smirk growing on his face. Their friends had slowly grown accustomed to their relationship, although Colin and Finn were still a bit weary. To tell the truth, Logan didn't blame them. He would be weary of himself if he was in there shoes. Honor, the only member of his family who knew about Rory, was thrilled. He didn't feel the need to share the news with any other Huntzbergers, not that they talked often enough for him to have the opportunity.

"Where are we going?" Rory demanded, breaking into his thoughts.

"It's a surprise."

She glared, "I hate you."

"You do not," he corrected, smiling and giving her hand a squeeze.

"You think just because you have a smile that the entire female population drolls over that I can't be mad at you. Well, you're wrong, mister."

He laughed and leaned over swiftly, kissing her hard on the lips, "What about that? Will that keep you from getting mad at me."

"Maybe," she leaned over towards him, "Show me again."

"Sorry," he shook his head, grinning, "I need something on my side."

He just laughed at her false annoyance and turned his eyes back to the road. He thought it would be hard for him to adjust to having a girlfriend, but in reality it wasn't a challenge at all. Being with Rory seemed perfectly natural, and he had no problems shrugging off offers from other girls. The only girl he wanted was sitting right next to him: pouting, but beautiful nonetheless.

He turned down a side road that took them winding through country hills, and Rory's glare deepened. Shifting his gaze towards her, he was sure he saw sparks shooting from her crystal blue eyes. He tried to force back a laugh, but was completely unsuccessful.

"This is not funny!" she protested, "First, I was running late this morning and did not have nearly enough coffee. And then, when I get to school, you inform me that we're not actually entering the school. I'm skipping school for you, mister. I do not skip school. And now, we're driving aimlessly through the wild of Connecticut in an SUV to an unknown destination."

"A.) I bought you a coffee on the way here, so the coffee argument doesn't count. B.) Okay, you're right, I did make you skip school. C.) We're not driving aimlessly, I know exactly where we're going. D.) The wild, Ace? Connecticut does not have a wild."

"Connecticut does so have a wild!"

Logan glanced out the window, "You're right. Those trees look like their ready to grab innocent victims at any second. Maybe they'll come alive like the ones in the Wizard of Oz. Lions and tigers and bears, oh my."

"Tin man."

"Excuse me?"

"You know, if you only had a heart?"

He laughed, "I'm crushed, Ace."

"Good."

He pulled the SUV off the side of the road and parked, then turned towards her with a wicked grin. She glanced out side, her face paling slightly, and then turned back to him.

"All this time we've been dating you've really been a murderer, haven't you?"

"Oh damn, you caught me. Come on."

"I'm not going anywhere with you. You're a murderer, remember?"

"Which means if you don't come willingly, I have much crueler ways of earning your company."

She sent him an icy stare as she opened her door, "Lots of people will miss me you know. There's my mom, Colin, Finn, Stephanie, your sister..."

"Shh," he scolded, grabbing her hand, "You'll scare the lions."

He pulled her into the woods, causing her to drag her feel slightly in the fresh powder.

"Logan..."

"Ace..." he mocked, sliding his hand around her shoulders, "Trust me. It'll all be worth it in the end."

He leaned down and kiss her, letting his lips linger on hers a little longer this time. He pulled her towards him, wrapping her up in his embrace, and they ended up standing completely still in the woods. She rested her hands against his shoulders, working her lips against his just as furiously. When they pulled apart, her cheeks were slightly flushed and he smirked, causing them to redden even more.

"Let's go, Huntzberger."

He chuckled, "I love the power I have over you."

She appeared to have a comeback forming on her lips, but their emergence from the woods stopped her. They were standing on top of a giant hill that plunged down into an open field. Standing nearby, Colin, Finn, and Stephanie were watching them expectantly, they're faces full of shock.

"You actually got her to come," Colin marveled.

"I told you I would."

"How did you do that?" Finn inquired, walking towards them with the other two in tow.

"I used my powers of persuasion," Logan grinned.

"Please, no more details," Stephanie said.

"Okay. Somebody tell me what we're doing here. Right now," Rory demanded.

Logan glanced over at his girlfriend, and nodded briefly to Colin. His friend instantly removed five cafeteria treys from a duffel. Logan watched in amusement as Rory's expression went from annoyed to shocked.

"You stole cafeteria treys!"

"For a good reason, love," Finn defended.

"You stole school property! You're criminals, all of you," she accused.

"At least we're not murderers," Logan winked, "And we're going to take them back when we're done."

"Done doing what?"

"Sled riding, of course," Logan replied with a smile, "What else would we do with cafeteria treys?"

"You can't be serious."

"As a heart attack," Colin informed her, "It's fun. We promise."

"And we couldn't use real sleds because...?"

"Because that's too simple. We like to live on the wild side," Logan responded.

He grabbed two treys from the ground and set them down on the edge of the hill. He turned to Rory who was staring at him in disbelief and grabbed her hand, pulling her towards the makeshift sleds.

"Kneel, sit, whatever you want. Just don't drag your feet, that ruins the fun."

"Well," Rory snapped playfully, "At least I get a say in something today."

"I do what I can."

He chose to kneel on the trey, and he watched as his girlfriend cautiously followed in suit. Behind them, he could hear Colin, Finn, and Stephanie joking around as the tossed their treys to the front of the hill. Rory glanced down at the steep descent and then up at the swiftly falling snow.

"My mom has a thing for snow," she informed him, "She says it's magic."

"Maybe she's right," he grinned, "Ready, Ace?"

She nodded, and he grinned again, using his hands to push himself over the edge. A few seconds later, he glanced over to see Rory following in suit. Soon, they were flying down the hill, and Logan had to smile when he glanced over to see Rory with a grin plastered on her face. She looked over at him as well, laughing as their speed continued to climb.

They came to a tumbling halt at the bottom of the hills, and the treys slipped out from under them. Rory ended up with her head resting on Logan's chest, and he placed a kiss on her cheek through the laughter. She glanced up at him, her blue eyes absolutely sparkling, and Logan couldn't help but smile.

"So, is this better than school?"

"I'm not sure yet," she paused, "Can we build a snowman?"

"Ace."

"I'm serious!"

"Ace."

"We could name it and everything."

"And that's supposed to make me want to build a snowman?"

"Frosty the Snowman, was a jolly, happy soul--"

"Please, stop. You're making my ears beg for mercy."

She glared at him, "You're a Scrooge."

"How about we go down the hill again and then build a snowman?"

Rory's eyes traveled towards the top of the hill, where the other three were just beginning their way down, and back to Logan again.

"You want me to go back up there?" she questioned, "Like, seriously? All the way back up there?"

He kissed her quickly, "And you'll like it."

"How about no? Unless of course, you decide you want to carry me."

"Yeah, that's not going to happen. But you are going down that hill again."

"If we go all the way back up there and all the way down here again, will you promise to build a snowman with me?"

"Promise."

"And carry me back up?"

"That I won't promise."

"Well, one out of two isn't bad. Fine. Let's go up the death hill."

"That's not fair," he corrected as they rose, collecting their treys, "This hill never killed anyone."

"Unlike you," she chirped.

He laughed, dropping his arm over her shoulders as they began climbing up the side of the hill. A few seconds later, she turned to him, a look of complete misery on her face.

"This is torture. I'm pretty sure they could use this to torture people. See, going down the hill is fun. But to get to the fun, you have to walk back up. Not so fun."

"But you see, Ace, you're making the hill out to be a lot worse than it actually is. That little rant of yours took up enough time to almost get us to the top."

"Too bad when I get there I'm going to die," she grumbled dryly.

"You aren't going to die. I promised I wouldn't let anything happen to you over the holidays, remember?"

"I bet the Christmas safety assembly warned against things like these."

He stopped, alerting her to the knowledge that they had reached the top, "Aren't you glad you didn't go, then?"

"Oh, look, the top. I can collapse now."

He gripped her arm firmly, sending her a smile, "Not quite. Back down we go."

"Logan..." she groaned, "That just means I'll have to walk back up."

"I'll carry you."

Her eyes lit up, "Really?"

"No."

She placed her hands on her hips, and he took that as an invitations to wrap his arms around her waist, pulling her in for another breath taking kiss. Their faces were both freezing, but the energy helped to generate some heat. By the time they stepped apart, Logan's lips didn't feel cold at all.

He stared at her for a second, taking in everything about her appearance. From her wind burnt cheeks to her messed up hair, she looked adorable. Leaning down, he placed another quick kiss on forehead and motioned towards the treys.

"Shall we?"

She nodded, seemingly reluctantly, until he saw the smile break through her features. A moment later, they were flying down the hill once more. As they neared the middle of their ride, Logan reached over and laced his fingers around her trey. Before Rory could turn completely towards him in surprise, he pulled hard against the trey, causing it to lurch towards him. He caught her lips in a kiss as the treys slipped out from under them, sending them hurtling swiftly into the snow.

They fell for awhile, tangled in each other, before slowing to a stop near the bottom. Rory turned to face him, snow covering every inch of her, laughing hysterically. Logan brushed strands of hair from her face and lifted her onto his chest, kissing her hard through a smile. She returned the kiss with just as much passion as she ran her freezing fingers through his damp hair. He tucked his arms tightly around her shoulders, securing her as he deepened the kiss even more.

And it was in that instant that he knew he was falling for Rory Gilmore. Hard.

"You're insane, you know that?" she whispered when they parted, resting her head against his chest.

"And you love it."

She nodded, and was about to lean in for another kiss, when a snowball sailed over their head and smacked hard against Logan's shoulder. He whipped around, smirking as he caught Finn's mischievous eyes.

"Quit making out and get over here," he demanded, wrapping his hands around another ball of snow.

Logan grinned, rolling his eyes slightly at Rory, before grabbing standing up and hurling snowballs of his own. He heard Rory scream, and turned just in time to see one of Stephanie's come in contact with her cheek.

He laughed, "You okay, Ace?"

"I think my cheek is broken."

"So, get her back."

"You remember me singing, right?"

"Yeah...?"

"My throwing skills are a lot worse."

He laughed again, handing her one of his snowballs at the other three came running towards them.

"When I tell you, throw this as hard and straight as you can."

"Okay, but I'm warning you--"

"Just listen," he paused, "One...two...three...now!"

Rory released the snow and it went hurtling into the air, landing smack dab in the middle of one of their friend's chests. The problem was, it was Colin, not Stephanie.

"I swear, Rory..." Colin grumbled.

"I was aiming for Steph!"

Logan laughed, "Ace, never throw anything again."

"I told you!"

The fight raged for a few more minutes, with the boys separating after awhile and leaving the girls to watch as snowballs moved with amazing speed through the winter air. Finally, the three sat down in snow next to the girls, grins plastered on their faces.

"Boys," Stephanie rolled her eyes, "You could've kept that up for hours."

"True, but it's getting dark," Colin pointed out, "And Finn won't let me drive, which means we either leave now or get lost."

"And away we go," Stephanie agreed, "Come on, Finn."

Rory and Logan waved goodbye from their place on the snow. Once their friends disappeared, Logan pulled Rory back into his arms and planted a kiss on top of her head.

"Ready to go?"

"Oh no," she warned, "You don't get off that easy. It's snowman time, Huntzberger."

He groaned, "I thought you forgot."

"Gilmore-Haydens never forget. We're like elephants."

"Fine," he stood and helped her to her feet, "Let's build this snowman."

She grinned and began rolling a ball of snow quickly. When she finished the first, she began work on a slightly smaller one. Logan simply stood in the the field, watching her work at the snowman with as much seriousness as she worked at anything. He couldn't help but laugh, and she glanced up quickly, folding her arms in front of her.

"What's so funny?"

"You looking like you're building the Statue of Liberty or something."

"Maybe I am."

"For a field mouse maybe."

"Even field mice need statues. Now lift this on top of the other one."

"Yes ma'am," he said in mock seriousness.

He gathered the smaller ball of snow and lifted it on to the first, finishing just in time to take the head off Rory's hands and place it on top. Before he could say another word to her, she was digging through the nearby woods.

"Ace?" he called, raising his eyebrows.

"Hang on!"

He stared, watching her dig through the brush in wonder. Several minutes later, she returned with stones and sticks gathered in her arms. He relieved her load slightly by taking the sticks and making them into arms as she worked on his face.

When they stepped back away from their creation, Rory was practically beaming. She studied it for a second, before removing her scarf from around her neck and tying it around the snowman. Satisfied, she stepped back and leaned against Logan, smiling even more when he brought his arms around her waist.

"That is a very impressive snowman."

"What can I say? I'm the master," she paused, "Todd."

"Todd?"

"That's his name."

"You're naming the snowman Todd?"

"It's as good a name as any," she defended, "He looks like a Todd."

"Whatever you say, Ace."

He felt her shiver slightly beneath his touch and he tightened his grip, his expression turning serious.

"Let's get back to the car before you catch something."

She nodded slowly, "Okay."

He gathered their treys and was reaching for her scarf when Rory stopped him.

"Leave it."

"It's your scarf."

"Yes, it is. But it's a scarf my grandmother got me. It's ugly and I hate it. I only wore it today because it was running late and it was the first one I saw. I regretted that decision all day. I'll simply tell her it fell off while I was running though the snow to get to my car, or something to that affect."

Logan chuckled, stopping to stare at her for a second, "You're evil, Ace."

"And you love it."