Author's Notes/Disclaimer: Yes, another Collins/Angel valentine extravaganza. This is just something that floated into my head at a late hour. If people are at all interested, I'll keep on writing. I don't own Collins, Angel, RENT, Valentine's Day, or any other random bit mentioned here. I got nothin'. It's not mine. Move along.


Collins...

He groaned, pulling the covers up over his head in a futile attempt to get away from the unwanted wake-up call.

Collins? Honey, get up.

One eye opened. Slowly, he pulled the covers down to his chin and saw someone hovering over him. As his eyes adjusted to the morning light he saw it was none other than Angel, who was already half dressed, her make-up applied and her wig in hand. He glanced over at the clock and let out another groan as he saw what time it was. Seven thirty-five in the morning. Angel never woke up this early; she was known for being a heavy sleeper and not a morning person in any sense of the word. Immediately he wondered what was going on. "Girl, what are you doing? It's not even eight yet and you're all dressed up like we got someplace to go. Come back to bed, let me keep you warm."

She sighed, rolling her dark brown eyes in total exasperation. He was in for it now, whatever he'd done. "Honey," she began with a hint of frustration, "You seem to be forgetting what today is. It's special..." A playful grin tugged at her lips as she leaned in closer to him. He could smell the sweet perfume she loved to wear on special occasions, something that had now become his favorite scent in the world. "Guess what day it is." Now he was really confused.

"It's Saturday," he said as he stuck his lower lip out into the biggest pout he could muster. "And that's all the more reason to come on back to bed with me. We've got all day for guessing games, and I promise you that whatever it is, I'll figure it out. But it's early, and I-"

She pressed a finger against his lips to silence him, crouching down next to the bed so they were eye to eye. "It's Valentine's Day, sleepyhead, and I think it's in your best interest to get out of bed before you miss out on all the fun." She gave him a wink and headed out of the room without another word. Needless to say, Collins suddenly found the inspiration to move after hearing that.

Rolling out of bed with newfound pep, he went about his morning routine with a plan brewing in the back of his mind. He wasn't quite sure how he'd forgotten. It had crossed his mind several times the night before as he graded papers that Valentine's Day would be upon them soon, and he wanted to make it a special day for Angel. But once again his wandering mind had distracted him from dates and times, and he was caught in a situation where he wasn't sure how to react. This holiday was important to Angel. She was the most loving person out of anyone he knew, and deserved to be spoiled today. As he hopped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around himself, he decided that he'd set up a dinner date for tonight. Somewhere.

"Daydreaming?"

He'd hardly noticed her step into the room, but now his attention turned to her fully as she snaked her arms around his waist. "About you."

She let out a delighted giggle. "You don't have to daydream about me when I'm right here," she whispered into his ear.

A shiver went up Collins' spine. His seemingly innocent plans were starting to take a turn in a different direction altogether. He was about to voice his opinions on what he thought their very simplified agenda for the day should be, but Angel's lilting voice cut him off.

"I have a very special surprise for you, Mr. Collins. Go into the bedroom and close your eyes like a good boy." One of her hands pinched his side, a hint of amusement in her voice as she added, "And for goodness sake, honey, cover yourself up."

What in the world was she talking about? Collins looked down and to his surprise, his towel was now missing. It was a disappearing act that completely defied logic, that is until he caught one last glimpse of Angel sashaying out of the room, swinging the towel as she went. Whatever this surprise was, he had a distinct feeling it was going to be good.