Brock hadn't known what to expect when he's told that there's a “surprise” in his office. He finishes making his coffee (little creamer, lots of sugar) and quietly walks back to his desk. It takes quite a bit of effort to ignore the way some people (mainly Ryan and Luke) watch him the entire way there.

Sitting down at his desk, Brock sips his coffee and prepares to get down to business. He reaches over to turn on the computer and-

Oh. Who put this paper here?

Taped to his monitor is an envelope, a crudely drawn heart sitting in the center of it. Brock pulls it down and examines it. Besides the heart (which, now that he looks at it, is drawn in crayon, of all things), there's nothing of any interest. So… that means he has to open it, doesn't it?

Cautiously, Brock glances around. There's only a few people at the office today. Who could've left him this? He frowns. He really has no idea who did this.

His curiosity gets the best of him. He rips the envelope open and pulls out the paper inside. It's a letter of some sort, he realizes. At the very top is ‘Dear Brock,’ written in messy, blocky handwriting. Like an overgrown child tried to write it, almost.

Dear Brock,

I don't really know how this is going to get to you, but I hope it does. I don't know how to say to you what I want to- I just know that I really, really, do like you.

I've liked you for a while, actually. Then again, it would be weird if I didn't. We're dating.

This is from Jonathan, by the way.

(It's here that the handwriting changes completely- from messy, blocky scribbles to sharp, pointed letters all tiny and close together. He only knows one person with such peculiar handwriting, but he doesn't comment on it.)

Look. I love you. And I want you to get up and come out of the goddamn office, out to the park, and see what Valentine's day shit I have planned.

Love, Jonathan (your delirious boyfriend)

Brock chuckles. No doubt Luke (and maybe Ryan) helped him. He stands up, looking around the office. It's lunchtime, no wonder people are going in and out. He glances towards where Luke and Ryan are, watching him from their office with excited, hopeful gazes. He waves the letter in the air, and they grin.

He's dragged out of their crappy little building and out into the chilly weather.

“You see your boyfriend over there?” Luke nudges him, gesturing to the man standing in the parking lot.

Brock just chuckles. “How could I not?”

Really and truly… how could someone miss the giant mess of balloons and flowers standing in the middle of bland, grey concrete? He stands out like a rose in a patch of dandelions- there's no way someone could miss this.

He laughs a little at the sight. Did Jonathan really get all this together just to surprise him?

As Brock gets closer to Jonathan, he begins to see more and more of Jonathan's ‘plans.’ There's a large teddy bear sitting on top of the car, and big, heart shaped balloons all around, tied down by some candy bags.

“Hey!” Jonathan gives him an offended look, crossing his arms. “You.. you weren't supposed to be out here so soon! What the damn fuck, Luke?!”

He hears Luke laugh somewhere behind him. Brock smiles sheepishly, feeling himself blush lightly. “I can go back inside, if you-”

“No! No, just- just stay there!” Jonathan fumbles with something in his pocket, a determined sparkle in his eyes. “I think I practiced enough! Just, uhh… Fuck, hold on!”

Brock does as asked, sitting still and watching his crazed boyfriend run into his car, searching for whatever he lost. It takes him a few minutes, but he returns with a nervous smile on his face.

“Okay. So, uh…” Jonathan pauses briefly, glancing at Brock before turning his eyes downwards. “I…”

He pauses again, looking back up at Brock, his face oddly red. Brock just smiles warmly in response to all of this. If his boyfriend is nervous, then he'll be patient until he's ready.

“I really fuckin’ love you, okay? And… and these past two years were like, the best- the best ever. You're just so nice and sweet and amazing and…” Jon shifts in his spot, clearly uneasy. “I don't know, Moo. I'm sorry, I'm really bad at words and shit. I just want to ask you something, is- is that okay?”

Brock nods.

To his surprise, Jonathan pulls out a small, black velvet box. Brock gasps softly at the sight of it. His boyfriend, like the mature adult he is, opens the box and shoves it towards Brock, far too flustered to actually ask the question.

Is this really happening? He's… he's serious, isn't he? Is this where they start planning their wedding?

“We're having a chocolate wedding cake,” Brock suddenly chokes out, taking the ring and slipping it onto his finger. He quickly realizes what he's done and blushes intensely. “I mean- I just- You… you're proposing to me,” he stutters, embarrassed. “And, um, I'm totally marrying you. And the love letter was adorable. Also, our cake is still gonna be chocolate.”

(He knows for a fact that Jonathan doesn't even like chocolate cake.)

Jon grins regardless, rushing forwards and wrapping him up in a tight hug as he babbles giddy, happy nonsense. Brock laughs, holding on to Jon for dear life. He's covered in little kisses, all over his face and neck.

“God, I fucking love you,” Jonathan announces, holding Brock's hands tightly. “And you're the best, you know that?”

Brock laughs. “Not as much as I love you.”