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@supersebmd:

Sebastian had a busy day of running around. Lizzie had mentioned to him that it was National Girlfriend Day or something to that caliber. He didn’t know what to do with that information, but the bubbly, sometimes very persistent, social worker kept poking at him as to what he was going to do. The oncologist thought nothing of it since he was technically a single man. Granted, a lot of days and nights he would wake up next to a certain someone, they had no titles. They never spoke of their intentions in depth, so to assume would probably make an ass out of him. Though, in the back of his mind, Sebastian felt that Mercedes was a very important person in his life and close to a girlfriend as he has gotten in a long time. He bit the bullet and went shopping.

Sneakily this morning, he set up his surprise for her and left for work. Sebastian was notorious for the gift and ditch, which if asked, was mostly because he was awkward and partially because he was horrible at time management. He only had an hour to get the job done and rush to the hospital as he had overslept. There was no real planning put into the card or gifts as he just went with his heart and what he knew she liked. In all honestly the worst part was the card, in which he had no idea what to say in it. Instead, he scribbled whatever came to mind and darted out of her apartment, probably leaving her drowsy roommates to wonder if they encountered The Flash himself. Sebastian’s nerves calmed down as he worked. He went room to room visiting his patients for the first few hours of his shift before settling down in his office where he was to examine charts and take a few phone calls. As he tried to contact a healthcare provider and sort out a few issues, he heard a knocking on the door. A genuine smile flourished onto Sebastian’s features at his beautiful visitor. He hung up the phone. Ten minutes on hold was too much and the dull elevator music was putting him to sleep. “It’s cool, you’re already in anyways, so I can’t just kick you out. What’s up,” he asked as he pushed himself out of his chair and went to close the space between them. As he neared her, Sebastian noticed how gorgeous Mercedes was. “Wow, you look… stunning,” he said as his arms spread for her. “Going on a date,” Sebastian asked in jest.

Card reads:

In honor of today… well, I hope you have a good day. I was told by the florist that white roses symbolizes new starts and whatnot. Since you’re about to embark on all these big things, they seemed fitting. I didn’t want to bore you with just a whole bouquet of them so I added pink too. I know they’re not your favorite color, but they didn’t have purple. Apparently they’re a symbol of grace and elegance, which is you. Also, they’re a token of admiration and appreciation. Yeah, I kind of Wikipedia'ed all of that to double check to see if the woman was telling the truth. Apparently she was. Anyways, I hope you enjoy your gifts. It’s just a little something to show you I was thinking about you.

Have a great day, Angel.

-Seb

When Mercedes’s alarm blared, waking her up, she took a few minutes to shake off a dream. One in which she was nestled in familiar arms, taking in a familiar scent. It was her form of heavenly. As she finally opened her eyes she registered gifts at the foot of her bed. A beautiful bouquet of flowers as well as a card and a shoe box. She grinned as she took in the flowers, lifting them to her gaze, admiring their beauty. Her eyes then shifted to pumps in the shoe box. A wide grin formed on her face, and as she eyed the most beautiful shoes she’d seen in a while. This man knew her weaknesses, and shoes were definitely one of them. As she read the card a frown creased her brows,  wondering what day it was or if she’d forgotten an important day. They weren’t official with any titles so it wasn’t the anniversary of anything, and she didn’t take Seb for one of those ‘anniversary of first times and kisses guys’. And she definitely wasn’t that kind of woman. She let the thought drop as she read the rest of the card, smiling at his words. Normally she’d call when he did his gift drop offs, but today she wanted to see him.

@supersebmd

[Sebastian raised his bottle of beer up as Puck looked at him.] Aw, come on! You know, you’re such a Negative Ned. Like, has Liz not rubbed off on you yet? [He instantly caught what he said and tried to divert the subject.] Don’t answer that. Don’t - just no. Anyways, even your kid is a hugger! Hey, I’ll get what I can take. But one day, Noah Puckerman, you will be giving those out freely. I know you will. So… [He drag the word out.] Do I get a hug now or do I wait? Come on… you know you wanna! Bring it in, big guy. Come on…

[Puck laughed at being called a Negative Ned, but the smirk that replaced that smile he was wearing said a lot about what he was thinking about that rubbing off comment. ] In the words of DJ Khaled, congratulations, you played yourself with that one. He gets his hugs from LIzzie. She likes hugs. I’m not a hugger. I will never freely hug any but Lizzie, Riley, Cas, and our future other babies if we have more. [Puck grimaced at the thought of a hug. He wasn’t uncomfortable with hugs, truth be told he hugged their other party guests when they came in. He just liked to give Seb a hard time.] Okay it better not last more than five seconds. ready? And don’t let anyone see us. Bros don’t hug. [He leaned in for the quick embrace]

@supersebmd: 

[A silent sigh of relief fell from Sebastian and he was able to breathe again when Mercedes seemed to have liked his set up.] Yeah? [He smiled shyly and nodded.] Yep. It’s your birthday, well, was your birthday. And our first date, so I figured - do it up big? W-was it too much? [He took his hands out of his pants pocket, one and at the small of her back, and showed her to the table. Pulling out her chair, he motioned for her to sit.] M’lady… [As he did, a small band of musicians came out. Really just two guys Sebastian knew from his undergraduate years. One had a guitar and started to strum at the instrument. The man’s ears perked up as he heard the opening bars of Babyface’s ‘Every Time I Close My Eyes’ played. It was one of his absolute favorite songs of all time.] Wait, you know what - [Quickly, he shifted gears and pushed the chair back in. He approached the birthday girl and held out his hand.] How about a dance instead? 

[Mercedes giggled, with a nod of course she loved everything. In all honestly, on the inside she was a storm of emotions combing over her in waves.] Too much? No. It’s…nobody has ever…and you…perfect. It’s perfect. [She was finally able to say. The woman didn’t know where all her words had gone. Probably with her breath as Sebastian had successfully taken it away. Mercedes felt as if she hadn’t known where to train her gaze on this beautiful scenery, and then out came two guys, playing a song she hadn’t heard in ages. When Seb held out a hand to her, she placed hers in his.] Of course. [This man, how could he even be real or this night be real and it had just gotten started.] This is kind of like a dream for me. I halfway want to ask you to pinch me so I know I’m not still in my bed and dreaming. [That would have been the way her life went. The only good dates she’d experienced were those in her dreams, because real life had a funny way of showing it. Yet here she was tonight and she’d felt like this had to be a dream.  She’d read that the difference between reality and a dream is the hand check, counting your fingers. Momentarily she looked down to her hand in Sebastian’s and counted her fingers, and his too. Yep, definitely not a dream. Part of her felt like B-Rad from Malibu’s most wanted, when he found out the I-9s was real. She wanted to scream out happily “It’s real!”]