What can I say? I'm big on cheesy Christmas stories, and everyone's a little more adorable than usual – but 'tis the season!

A Snow Globe For Two

–Christmas Tree Lot, December 24th–

"Daniel?" Lindsay couldn't believe her eyes. There he was, Daniel Desario fastening a Christmas tree on top of a brown station wagon.

"There you go Sir. Merry Christmas!"

"Thank you. Merry Christmas to you, too."

Lindsay watched the father of the family, the car and tree belonged to, tip Daniel before she approached him.

"You're working here?" She didn't even try to hide her amusement.

"It pays well," he showed her the five dollar bill he had just received.

"It's cool, I'm just surprised. It's hard to picture you as one of Santa's helpers."

"I drew the line at the stupid hat. You here to pick up your tree?"

"Yes, with my dad. It's our tradition. We always pick it up on Christmas Eve, and mom and Sam decorate it. It's dorky I know…"

"No it's sweet," he smiled at her, taking Lindsay right back to where they had been the night before…

–16 Hours Earlier–

Maybe it was the holiday spirit or just the general feeling of nostalgia that came with being in her senior year, but Lindsay had actually agreed to join Millie at McKinley's winter dance. And she did have a good time, at least until the DJ decided to turn the dance into the romantic event of the season by refusing to play anything but slow songs. It wasn't that she had no one to dance with, but after Andy Jenkins– the newest member of the Mathletes – had gotten a little too friendly during a particularly bad version of Silent Night, Lindsay had decided to step out for a minute, or ten…

"Don't tell me you already rocked all the way around the Christmas Tree."

"What?" Lindsay turned around to see Daniel leaning against the wall, a cigarette between his fingers and a smirk on his lips.

"It would be rude to leave before I can ask you to dance."

"You want to dance with me? At a school dance?"

"That's what people do at these things, don't they?"

"They're playing Christmas songs..." Lindsay gave him a skeptical look.

"I can leave, if you don't want me here," he looked disappointed, this wasn't exactly the reaction he had hoped for. The two of them had been back to dancing around each other ever since Daniel had started to spend time with her brother and his friends. Yet, it hadn't gone beyond the longing looks they were so well practiced in. But this stupid dance was the perfect opportunity to change that, as none of their friends – and exes – would be around to make things awkward.

"No, I mean yes I'm glad you're here. And I wasn't leaving, I just came out for air."

"Good," he tossed his cigarette to the ground and put it out it out with his foot. "I like that dress."

"So does Andy Jenkins."

"Who?"

"You don't want to know," she laughed, shivering a little. The heat inside the gym made the already freezing air outside feel even colder, but she didn't mind.

"I wish it would snow…" she looked up at the sky.

"What do you call that stuff on the ground?"

"That's slush, not snow," Lindsay explained, giving him a pouty look.

"Whatever it is, it's freezing. Here," he took off his jacket and put it around her shoulders.

"Now you're gonna be cold."

"Not if we do something about it…" he tilted his head to the side and smiled at her.

"I've heard exercise helps," Lindsay said, meeting his gaze.

"Like dancing…" his eyes darted down to her lips.

"We could go inside..." she suggested, even though it was the last thing she wanted to do right now.

"Or we could stay here…"

Lindsay bit her bottom lip. This was it, she was seconds away from kissing Daniel. If someone had told her that the winter dance would lead to this, she wouldn't have believed it. But there they were, and and it didn't even take mistletoe.

"Lindsay?" Bah humbug.

"Millie, what are you doing out here?" Lindsay quickly turned around.

"Looking for you, I thought you might need this," Millie held up Lindsay's coat. "But you already have one."

"Yes, I ran into Daniel."

"You should come in, Mr. Rosso dressed up as Santa, it's hilarious" Millie explained, completely unaware of what she had just interrupted.

"We definitely don't want to miss that, come on…" Daniel put his arm around Lindsay and ushered her and Millie inside.

–Christmas Tree Lot–

"I think you should reconsider the hat. It goes well with all that Christmas spirit…" Lindsay teased him.

"It was one song! Rosso made me…"

"Yeah…last night was fun," she smiled at the memory of him accompanying Mr. Rosso on the guitar.

"It could have been even more fun..." The dance hadn't quite turned out as Daniel had imagined, as every opportunity to pursue what they had almost started outside had been erased once they had set foot into the gym.

"When do you get off?" Lindsay asked, inwardly cringing at how desperate that must have sounded.

"Why?"

"I thought we could do something," she shrugged, trying her best to appear casual.

"Desario! I'm not paying you to talk to girls. Either sell her a tree or get over here," Daniel's boss yelled from the other side of the lot.

"Sorry," Daniel apologized. "Looks like I'm gonna be stuck here for a while…"

"It's ok, don't worry, I should go find my dad anyway."

"I could come over tonight after Dinner. Unless that interferes with any other family traditions."

"No, that sounds great."

"Lindsay! Where are you?" Mr. Weir called out, his voice muffled by the trees that were separating him from his daughter.

"Desario, now!" Daniel's Boss joined in.

"You should…"

"Ya, I'll see you tonight!" Daniel winked at her before he left to help the next family to load their tree onto their car.

"Yes…" Lindsay watched him for a moment longer before she turned around to find her dad, but Mr. Weir had been a step ahead – or rather behind – of her.

"There you are. Oh look it's Daniel, maybe he can get us a discount."

"Dad," Lindsay rolled her eyes, but the smile on her lips never disappeared.

–Christmas Eve, Eve–

"What's wrong Honey?" Mrs. Weir asked, after Lindsay had been staring out of the window for the last hour, looking more sullen with every minute that passed.

"Nothing, I was just watching the snow," Lindsay replied, forcing a smile.

"It's really coming down…" Mrs. Weir, observed with concern.

"And it doesn't look like it will stop anytime soon…" Lindsay sighed, sure she had wished for snow, but this had to be some sort of cosmic joke. A couple of snowflakes to dust the trees would have sufficed, no one had asked for a blizzard that made it impossible for a certain beat-up Trans-Am to get to her house…

"You always used to love snow, you'd be out making snow angels all day."

"I remember, it's just that Daniel wanted to come over."

"He really shouldn't be out in this weather."

"I know..."

"Are you two…" Mrs. Weir could sense that there was something Lindsay wasn't telling her.

"Mom..." Lindsay interrupted her.

"Lindsay."

"We're not, but we might," Lindsay answered truthfully.

"Well, why don't you help me decorate the cookies? And if it stops snowing you can bring him some tomorrow."

"Thanks mom, that sounds great."

–Christmas Day–

The first thing Lindsay did when she woke up was to look out of her window. The snow had stopped and the sun was out, making her street look like a winter wonderland worthy of songs and postcards. It almost made up for the fact that it had kept Daniel away from her the night before. But after opening presents and one or two cups of her Christmas morning cocoa, she decided that she had waited long enough.

"Is it ok if I go out for a bit?" She asked.

"Where could you possibly have to be on Christmas morning?" Mr. Weir asked.

"It's fine honey," Mrs. Weir said. "Wish him a Merry Christmas from us."

"Thanks, I will."

"Him? Where is she going? Jean?" Mr. Weir inquired, but Lindsay was already on her way to her bedroom to get dressed.

"Relax, Harold. She's only bringing Daniel some of the cookies we made last night," Mrs. Weir explained.

"I don't like this," Mr. Weir grunted, before focussing his attention back on the almost identical ties his children had given him for Christmas.

Lindsay didn't have to walk far, in fact she was barely out of her driveway when she saw the familiar orange car round the corner. She took a couple more steps and then waited for him to park the car next to her.

"Didn't we already do that?" He asked as he got out of his car.

"What?"

"You leaving just when I show up to surprise you," he explained.

"Well to be fair, I expected you last night."

"Sorry about that."

"Don't be, it's my fault, I'm the one who wished for snow remember?"

"Yes, that was right before we almost..."

"Yes," she couldn't help but blush a little.

"What do you have there?" He pointed at the box she was holding.

"My mom thought it would be nice to bring you some of the cookies we made," she set the package down on his car.

"You even put a bow on it…"

"Hey," she gently nudged him, and he responded by wrapping his arms around her.

"Why is this so complicated?" She asked, leaning her head back to look at him.

"It doesn't have to be. Nick moved on, Kim is with Brad…"

"Chad," Lindsay corrected him.

"Whatever. Your parents love me…"

"I wouldn't go that far…" she laughed.

"Your mom made you bring me cookies."

"Then maybe it's not…"

"Hmm…" he leaned in, but the second their lips touched, they were separated by something cold and wet…

"What the ..." Daniel looked up to see Sam standing in the street, snow stuck to his gloves and a mischievous smile on his face.

"Sam!" Lindsay yelled.

"Sorry, I couldn't resist," Sam apologized throwing his hands up in defense. "I'm going over to Bill's, Merry Christmas, Daniel!"

"Merry Christmas!" Daniel retaliated by throwing a snowball after Sam, but the younger boy had made sure to make a quick exit. .

"Shall we try again?" Daniel ran his fingers through Lindsay's hair to brush away the remains of the snowball, before he cupped her cheek.

"Third time's the charm," Lindsay replied, and she was right. Daniel leaned in but took his time, lingering against her lips and caressing her cheek with his thumb, he pulled back slightly to see her smile and then kissed her again. And this time, nothing, no Santas, snowstorms, or little brothers could come between them. It was like being in their own snow globe. Sure, someone or something would eventually shake things up, but for right now it was the perfect christmassy moment.

Happy Holidays and thanks for reading!

Love Laura