A/N: This is an idea that has been plaguing me for weeks and I finally sat down and wrote it at one a.m. this morning. This is my first fanfiction, though I have read RENT fanfiction for years now. I don't know if this any good, so please review with your thoughts, no matter how critical they may be. Thanks for reading!

Disclaimer: I don't own RENT or any of its fabulous characters. They all belong to my inspiration Jonathan Larson.

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The sound of a sharp tap sounding on the loft's metal door startled Mimi out of the wonderful beginnings of sleep. It was only eight in the evening, but the combination of a weeklong heat wave (spent in the loft which sorely lacked air conditioning) and an exhausting dance audition this morning had left Mimi beat and desperate for an uninterrupted night of sleep. Ignoring the intrusive noise, Mimi distractedly sought the comfort of the semi-conscious state she was previously enjoying. Surely, Mark or Roger would handle whoever or whatever was at the door. As soon as this thought entered her sleep-deprived mind however, the loud tap sounded again.

Opening one brown eye, Mimi glanced into the main area of the loft. A sight of emptiness greeted her. There was no Mark fiddling with his camera or Roger sitting on the raggedy couch strumming a new tune on his guitar. Before she had time to contemplate their whereabouts, the tapping sounded for a third time. Resigned to the fact that she would have to be the one to answer the door, Mimi dragged herself out of the warm, comfortable bed she had shared with Roger for over six months now.

Tired and more than a little bit annoyed by the interruption, Mimi reached the door and lugged it open. Before she had a chance to address the visitor with a short-tempered greeting, Roger holding out an unlit candle out to her questioned, "Got a light?"

Though it took a moment for her to process the scene before her sleepy, unfocused eyes, Mimi now saw that Roger was standing in the normally dark and dingy hallway surrounded by a dozen or so lit candles.

"Roger, what…" but before she could finish speaking, Roger took her hand and pulled her out into the glowing hallway.

"Mimi," a visibly nervous Roger began. "I have some things I want to say, and I don't really know how to begin."

Utterly confused by the situation and Roger's uneasy demeanor, Mimi could only mutter a feeble "What's going on, baby?"

Roger still holding Mimi's hand, looked to the ground and then back up into Mimi's eyes. "I've been thinking a lot about the future…our future," Roger stammered. "I don't know what it holds or how long it will be, but I know that I want to spend it with you."

At this pause, an enlightened and teary-eyed Mimi interrupted with "Roger…"

"Meems," Roger said as he reached to brush back a stray piece of hair from her face. "Let me finish for a sec before I lose my nerve okay."

Mimi simply nodded wide-eyed as Roger kneeled in front of her.

"I love you so much, and I am so grateful that we are together. I don't regret one moment of my life, because it's all led up to you knocking on my door that last Christmas Eve. I want to spend the rest of my life with you…" Roger stopped for a second. "I want to marry you."

Mimi slowly knelt down to Roger's level, tears flowing freely down her face and grabbed Roger's other hand.

Smiling, Roger gently kissed Mimi's hand and asked the question he had been mulling since that night Angel sent Mimi back to him: "Will you marry me?"

Nodding and unable to speak, Mimi grabbed both sides of Roger's face and kissed him with as much passion and love as she felt in that moment.

Breaking the kiss and leaning his forehead against Mimi's, Roger grinned and whispered, "I guess that's a yes then."