ok but on a very real and very serious note...
carmen's first valentine's day with you.
i'm going to share some thoughts, feel free to add:
carmen has always hated valentine's day since he was in elementary school. he hated the everyone make a valentine thing because people would go out of their way to be an asshole and not give him one.
he bought one of those flower-grams in middle school to give to the girl he had a crush on, and she didn't even acknowledge it and he was so embarrassed he never did it again.
carmen hates valentine's day. has always worked on every valentine's day because he would rather and he's never had a serious relationship.
until this year with you.
it's new-ish. one of the bigger milestones. and he's torn. does he do something? does he not?
"are you out of your mind? yes, carmen, you do something on valentine's day." sugar scoffs like it's obvious.
"yeah... you should definitely do something." sydney adds.
but what? what does one do? carmen's not sure.
"just take her somewhere nice. get her some flowers, a little somethin'- not too much, though, alright? you gotta be able to top it, so don't hit your peak. just somethin' small." richie tells him.
so carmen makes some calls, gets reservations, asks you out- you agree, of course, and for once, carmen berzatto has valentine's day plans.
he buys you a tiffany necklace, which makes both sugar and richie a little confused.
"i said small, cousin."
"no, it is. it is. it's just, it's just like a normal one. no diamonds." carmen is now very nervous because, fuck, he thought it was a good gift!!! "the sales lady said it would be perfect. that-that she'd like it."
"she's not wrong." sugar shrugs. "she will like it, it's just... y'know."
"it's a lot? fuck, it's a lot."
"she'll like it, carmen." sugar tries to stop his spiral. "promise, she'll like it."
and you do. you love it, squeal and gasp over it, give carmen the biggest hug and kiss in the restaurant. he's blushing under the low light in the booth.
"i feel... i got you something, but-but it's not like this..." you're a little embarrassed and suddenly carmen's heart is racing because he didn't even think about you getting him something??? now he looks like a jagoff trying to show off.
"you didn't- you really didn't have to get me anything."
"no, but i wanted to." you smile, reaching for your own little bag. "it's just... it's not a lot. not like this."
and to carmen, it's better. a little 'emergency kit', you'd called it. first aid, deodorant, note pads, a little pocket agenda, sharpies- so many sharpies. carmen had been complaining about always forgetting things in the office, so consumed with the kitchen, and you'd listened. you'd heard him, and remembered it, and put this together for him. in a cutesy little tackle box, decorated with fruit and vegetable stickers he found adorable.
"wow," carmen is swallowing back tears. "this is..."
"i'm sorry." you cringe. "i didn't- i should've got you a real gift-"
"-what? no, no this is." carmen nods, looking up at you. "you remembered."
you blink at him. "well, yeah. you said you were always forgetting and-and i figured it would be useful-"
"-it is. it's... thank you." carmen beams, the wave of emotions that hit him startle him a little, make him a little unsure. "thank you for this." then he's leaning in to kiss you, cradling your jaw in the dark lit restaurant.
as you're sharing your meal, pressed side by side, giggling and whispering to each other sweetly, a wave of clarity washes over carmen. he kinda gets the hype around valentine's day, for once.
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