Author's Note: I have been terrible about writing Christmas fanfictions! It only comes once a year, and here I am almost missing it. Well, it is never too late. First up, Anne and Gilbert.
"Swept off her feet by a handsome stranger, dancing, no, floating through the midnight ball," Anne murmured as she walked over the bridge that spanned the Lake of Shinning waters towards Jane Andrew's Christmas party. Then she shook her head. "No handsome stranger to sweep me off my feet tonight. Just old chums."
Continuing her walk, she soon arrived at the Andrew's homestead. She walked up the steps and opened the door, a collision of noise, colors and sounds immediately hitting her.
She quickly spotted Diana, and hurriedly walked over. Then she realized she was with Fred, and they were kissing. Not wanting to be caught interrupting that, she quickly turned in search of another kindred spirit. Instead she found Gilbert.
"Mrs. Shirly!" He exclaimed. "Fancy bumping into you here this evening."
"Well, Mr. Blyth, when someone is in a room with you, no matter how crowded, you do have a possibility of bumping into them."
Gilbert smiled at Anne. "Well, whatever the reason, logic or Providence, shall we make something of it?"
Anne eyed Gilbert warily, "How so?"
The young man held out his hand, "A dance, Mrs. Shirly?"
"In case you hadn't noticed, nobody's dancing yet."
"I can change that. Wait right here." He walked off.
"No, Gil, don't!" The young redhead called halfheartedly after him. She did want to dance with him, she just didn't want herself to. Anne huffed in frustration, but stayed where she was. A moment later, music started up, and a few people started dancing.
"Well there we go." Gilbert said, coming out of the crowd. "Now, shall we dance?"
Anne shrugged. "I suppose, but only because I'm sure I won't get a moments peace from you if I refuse." She took his outstretched hand, and let him drag her away, into a less peopled area.
Gilbert placed one hand on he shoulder, and another on her back. Anne did the same, but with opposite hands. She looked up into Gilbert's familiar face, and sighed. Maybe it wasn't the "handsome stranger" she had wanted to sweep her off her feet, but he wasn't the worst she could get. Or, so she tried to convince herself. Secretly, she thought Gilbert better that any handsome stranger.
After dancing for a bit, Josie Pie just had to walk up. Anne stopped dancing, and went stiff, dropping her hands. Gilbert, to Anne's consternation, did not.
"Oh my, what have we here?" Said Josie in her annoying, high voice.
"Why, we have a blond haired pig! Gil, isn't that the oddest thing that you have ever seen?" Anne commented scathingly. Gilbert lips twitched, and he poked Anne in the ribs. Josie flushed.
"Yes, that was a very good self description, except for the small matter of the hair color. Unfortunately for you, you are not blessed with blond hair, instead cursed with being a redhead."
Gilbert felt the temper rising in Anne, and he gently rubbed his hand on her shoulder, finally dropping the other hand at her waist. Anne's breathing increased, and her face began to turn nearly as red as her hair. Then Josie made it worse.
"Oh, would you look at that!" She chirped. "Mistletoe! And it's right above the two of you. Gilly, I'm so sorry for you. How unlucky to have to kiss her!"
Now it was Gilbert's turn to get angry. "More like lucky! I'd much rather kiss Anne that a cow like you."
"Gilbert Blyth don't you dare!" Anne hissed.
"Unfortunately, you have to." Josie said. "Hey, everyone, look! Gilbert and Anne are under the mistletoe!" Everyone turning to look.
"Oh, my, look. How disgraceful. I should have known that nothing good would come of putting that mistletoe up." Mrs. Lynde said to Marilla.
"Hush, now." Marilla responded sternly. "Don't make it worse for poor Anne."
"Come now Anne!" Called Diana from the muttering crowd. "Kiss him!" 'Poor Anne' indeed. Eyes huge, white as a sheet, she looked from one face to another. She shook her head. "No..."
"Come now Anne. It won't be so bad."
"Gil, no, I don't want my first kiss with you to be like this. Please don't." Then she leaned in closer. The crowd waited with bated breath. Would she do it? Instead of kissing him, Anne whispered, "Meet me on the bridge over the pond in a bit. Try to slip away. Don't forget." Gilbert nodded. Then Anne pulled away and fled.
After managing to get away from a disappointed crowd and a worried Marilla, Gilbert walked quickly to the pond where just that evening Anne had been fantasizing about the Midnight Ball.
Anne was there, blue dress with fashionably puffed sleeves floating, and red hair flowing away from her head, looking for all the world like a otherworldly Goddess.
"Anne- I'm sorry about what happened. But you shouldn't have just ran out on me."
"Oh, Gil, I told you, I couldn't do it then. Not in front of all those people!" Instead of answering, Gilbert took her face in his hands, and kissed her.
Author's Note: Did you guys know that they are my favorite pairing of all time? 100 out of 100 all the way. REVEIW!