So since season four is almost over and things look like they are headed in the direction of a Schmidt and Cece reunion, I decided to write my own take on how they got started back in season one on Valentines Day. I decided to make Cece the one doing the chasing to honor what's happening in the season that's airing right now. If you remember correctly Schmidt told everyone that Cece initiated it, so I wanted to have a little fun with it. Hope you enjoy.

Cece didn't know what was going on with her tonight. Over the past six months, she had felt random little bouts of attraction towards her best friend's Jewish roommate, but those only ever lasted a minute or two. And it never felt this intense before. Come to think of it, she's never felt this intensely attracted to anyone before. Cece tried to shake it off, but it was damn near impossible. Tonight, however, was the worst it has ever been. Watching Schmidt help Jess through her latest brake-up made her see him somewhat differently. He was sweet.

Maybe her problem was that for the first time since they had met, Schmidt wasn't making a total ass of himself trying to impress her or hit on her. In fact, sitting with him at that bar, watching him eye bang that red head from across the room made her feel a bit jealous.

"So, what about you? What about that redhead over there? I thought you totally had that." She said working double time to sound as normal as possible.

"Oh that's in process." His tone was flooded with confidence which only seemed to make matters worse for her. "It's where I do this kind of like, look, thing, where, like, my confusion makes her confused…and, then, also kind of hot."

Cece rolled her eyes. Not out of her usual annoyance towards him, but the redhead seemed to be falling for his "unique" charm. She decided to make a move.

"Let me help you." Cece repositioned herself on the couch and moved much closer towards him. "I'm going to make her jealous." Leaning her body up against the side of his, she had her left arm rested on the back of the couch, using her right one to stroke his head and chest. Her face moved two inches away from his, peering into his eyes. She never noticed how green they were, and that they had this sort of cute twinkle that made her weak.

Schmidt's face was plastered with a stupid and cheesy grin. Ever since that night they fell asleep with their hands interlaced, he dreamed of being that close to her again. But he knew better this time.

"Alright, can you…can you stop?" If only he knew how badly she couldn't resist him at this moment. "Cece, you are way too beautiful. She'll think she doesn't have a shot with me."

'That's the idea', Cece thought to herself. That and letting herself give in to whatever it was she was feeling towards Schmidt.

"Can you stop looking at me like that, please?" He pleaded to her.

Cece used her most sexy, innocent voice "What look? I'm not even looking at you." She tilted her head to her right while her eyes remained locked on his. She had him right where she wanted him.

"The pouty one, the naughty baby Indian. I just ate something spicy, and now my lip is swollen, Mm-hm." Cece fought the urge to roll her eyes at his ridiculous and stereotypical Indian accent. She was all set to move in just a bit closer, but suddenly she felt someone plop down on the couch right beside her.

"Baby! Hi!" It was her boyfriend Kyle. He leans over her and pulls her in for a heavy kiss. Cece could feel his excitement race through his lips and onto hers. Through the entire length of the kiss, Cece was wondering if had seen her flirting with Schmidt. If he had, he didn't seem at all bothered by it, and for some reason, that ended up bothering her a little bit.

"Alright, just get in there, man. Clean it all out. Like a dentist." Schmidt said trying to use sarcasm to cover the awkward situation. Kyle finally let Cece up for some air and gave Schmidt a very happy hello.

"Hey!" he grunted, grabbing his arm playfully yet a bit aggressive.

"Hey-hey-hey-hey!" Schmidt was getting more uncomfortable by the second.

Cece looked at her boyfriend curiously as the smile remained on her face, relieved that he wasn't upset. He was in a tremendously great mood tonight, so she decided to relax. That's when Kyle dug into his pocket.

"Look, Look. Surprise! 'Shrooms."

'Oh great' Cece thought. She hated when Kyle was high on anything. Not that she disapproved, but he always acted like a lunatic when he was and she was always the one stuck taking care of him.

"Oh Kyle, you really shouldn't have-"She began to plead as she usually did, but he was already under the influence.

"-I ate three. I ate three, three. On a pizza!" Schmidt decided to indulge his trip.

"Look at you, man." He said, "You're a champion."

Cece was more than annoyed at this point. Part of it was that she now had to spend Valentine's Day babysitting a grown man while he was high off his ass. But mainly, she was upset that she had to leave Schmidt alone at the bar. Knowing Jess was all set to have a one night stand with that Oliver guy, there would be nothing else for him to do but hook up with that red head, or one of the many other lonely sluts that were there looking to survive this torturous romantic holiday as best as they could, given that they weren't in a relationship.

"Okay, um, we're gonna go 'cause he's about to get real handsy and a little racist. So you'll watch…Jess?" She tried not to let him hear the disappointment and irritation in her voice but there was no veiling her disdain. Schmidt actually felt bad for her. What kind of guy surprises his girlfriend, a model, with psychedelic mushrooms for Valentine's Day?

"Yeah, yeah, I will." They locked eyes for a brief second and Schmidt swore he saw a hint of pain in her eyes. He couldn't blame her though.

Cece got up and headed towards the exit. "Let's go, Kyle." She called to him, the way an owner calls to their unruly dog.

And with that they were gone, leaving Schmidt alone on the couch. Not for too long, as Jess would soon run up and announce to him her plans to leave with Oliver. But in those few seconds of solidarity, Schmidt couldn't help but bask in the memory of what had taken place just a few moments earlier. Cece was all over him and he loved it. Her hands, her body on his, that look she had in her eyes. Thinking back on it, Schmidt could swear she looked like she enjoyed it. The memory of her smile was burned into his brain. Out of all of her gorgeous features, her smile was, hands down, his favorite. The way her eyes light up when she was excited or happy was enough to make his heart skip a beat. Kyle didn't know just how good he had it.

It was now 10:08pm and Cece was completely miserable. Sitting on a park bench in the middle of the night while her boyfriend was on a tire swing pretending to be a rocket ship, all she could think about was that Schmidt was probably back at the loft, getting ready to sleep with some random from the bar. All of a sudden, as if some higher power was aware of her current fear and wanted to put her mind at ease, she gets a text message from her best friend. 'Schmidt is still here!' it read. For the first time all night, Cece felt a huge wave of relief flow through her and she just had to smile.

'Okay, how do I play this?' she thought to herself. She had to think of a way to be able to spend more time with him. That's when she realized, Jess doesn't have a car. That's probably why Schmidt was still there. He was making sure she would get home safe. Knowing that that was what he was doing, she felt herself craving him even more than she already was, if that was even possible.

Cece scrolled through her contacts trying to find Schmidt's number. "Cece, look, I'm a rocket ship!" Kyle said as he lay on his stomach on the tire swing going back and forth.

"Yeah, that's nice." She said, not bothering to look up at him while she continued to scroll down. She was only at the K's at this point and she became increasingly frustrated as it dawned on her that she had way too many contacts.

"Cece, you're the coolest brown person ever!" Kyle yelled.

"Stop being racist Kyle!" she screamed back at him with her eyes still glued to her phone. Finally she found Schmidt's number and pressed call.

"Hello?" Schmidt answered.

"Why are you crashing Jess's one-night stand?" She asked him trying her best to sound like her usual bitchy self.

"Well, he asked me if I wanted to watch 'Planet of the Apes', I didn't know he meant right now."

Schmidt was feeling like they were ganging up on him. And it didn't help when Jess smacked him in his chest.

"Ugh!"

"What is wrong with you?" Schmidt tensed up.

"Hate you!" she said in a whisper-yell. Jess reached over and grabbed Schmidt's phone hand and spoke into the mic. "Tell him to leave." She demanded her best friend.

Schmidt put his ear back to the phone in time to hear his instructions from Cece. "Get out of there, Schmidt. Leave your car there and I'll come get you okay?" Schmidt was barely paying attention to her. All he heard was random clattering and other noises in the background.

"What is going on over there? Where are you? Where's Kyle?" He asked confused as hell.

"I'm at a playground." She said, once again displeased, "Kyle's 'shrooming." Cece rolled her eyes hearing him behind her. "I'll see you guys later." Cece hung up the phone and contemplated how to get Kyle back in the car.

"I LOVE BROWN PEOPLE!" Kyle yelled from the swing at the top of his lungs.

"That's Racist Kyle!"

Again, hope you're enjoying it so far. The next chapter will be out soon. But let me know how you liked it. And if you didn't, let me know. I need constructive criticism to get better. Thanks!