A/N: I read a fic... the name and author elude me. When I remember I'll update with their details. They wrote about couple eating hot pockets which inspired me to write this version. Enjoy!
Miller hummed a little tune as he did a once over of his apartment. It was clean, the bathroom was spotless, his porn was hidden away. Courtney would be here any minute for a lowkey Valentine's date. He rented some DVDs, and he had hot pockets in the oven ready to go.
He knew it wasn't the high class fair she was used to but he was not a rich man. Spending all day on his new prosthetic legs were killer on his stumps. He just didn't have it in him to leave the apartment and go to a nice restaurant yet. But when he had enough money saved up and he could hire a nice suit, it was definitely on. He just hoped that Courtney didn't mind 'slumming' it. He hated that term but he couldn't help it when Burk got in his head about it. He was so nervous.
The doorbell rang, Miller went to the door. He opened it and was immediately blown away as Courtney looked breathtakingly gorgeous. She was dressed in white bustier with a red puffy skirt and a leather jacket. She had on high heels that made her legs look amazing. The whole effect left him speechless for a moment.
"You look beautiful." he somehow managed to say after a long moment of just admiring her.
"What's that smell?" Courtney asked, her nose scrunching a little. Miller realised the hot pockets were nearly about to burn.
"It's the hot pockets. I also rented Night in the Museum and some other movies." he said as ushered her in and closed the door. He raced to the kitchen to save the hot pockets. He gave a sigh of relief as they came out perfectly cooked. The burning smell came from a scrap piece of pastry that burned in the process.
"But now, I realise that I'm doing this wrong as you're really dressed up." Miller chagrined as he was in his most comfortable jeans and chambray shirt. It was one step up from his sweats and a t-shirt. He was really messing this up as Courtney looked so out of place in his apartment.
"When you said you had dinner and a movie planned, I wasn't expecting hot pockets and Night in the Museum." Courtney said to Miller, she wore a slightly disappointed expression as she took in his apartment. Miller felt his stomach turn a little sour as she clearly found his place and Valentine's day plans lacking. He couldn't fix his place but he could fix their plans.
"We can still go out." Miller offered as anxiety ate at him. But much to his relief Courtney shook her head.
"No, no, this is good." Courtney said, she kicked off her heels. "Ah, maybe I could borrow some more comfortable clothes?" she asked shyly as she placed her clutch purse on the kitchen bench.
"Definitely, t-shirt and sweats?" Miller offered.
"Perfect." She said with a beautiful smile. Miller disappeared into his room and pulled out a clean pair sweats and t-shirt. He brought it to Courtney.
"They are clean, I promise." he assured her, she smiled awkwardly as took the clothes.
"I'll be back." Courtney said.
"Bathroom is through that door." he said, he watched her slip into his bathroom and close the door. He blew out a sigh of relief as the night was not totally cactus. He put the hot pockets onto a plate and placed them on the coffee table. He grabbed bottled water and the wine glasses. He grabbed the prosecco from the fridge just as Courtney came out of the bathroom. She laid her clothing in a neat pile by the couch and sat down. She looked good in his clothes, his heart skipped a beat as he wondered how he got so lucky to have a girl like Courtney interested in him.
"So, I don't know if you wanted a drink or just water, I have orange and mango juice or wine." he offered nervously as he joined her on the couch.
"You got Prosecco." she said in amusement as she picked up the bottle.
"You said it was your favourite type of wine and the guy at the shop says it pairs well with hot pockets." Miller rambled, he blushed furiously at how juvenile he sounded. No wonder Burk cringed at him.
"It's not something I usually eat. Actually, I've never had a hot pocket in my life." She admitted.
"We could order something in." Miller told her, Courtney shook her head.
"No, it's fine, my Grandmother would be horrified but it will be our little secret." Courtney said, Miller smiled as he watched her pull the foil off the bottle and uncork it. She giggled at the pop of the cork and poured their glasses. Miller picked up the glasses and handed her one after she placed the bottle on the table.
"To us." Miller said.
"To us." Courtney repeated, they clinked glasses and took a sip. They both smiled nervously, she placed her glass on the table.
"Hot pocket?"
"Please." Courtney took one of the hot pockets.
"Be careful, they might be a little too hot." Miller warned her.
Courtney broke off a small piece and tentatively took a bite. After a few chews her face lit up in pure joy. Miller had never seen anyone get so much enjoyment out of a hot pocket. But he was so relieved at the same time.
"Mmm! This is good!" she said as she took another bite. Then another as she practically inhaled it.
"I'm glad you like it." Miler said.
"I think I love it. I can't believe I lived this long without having this before." Courtney said, she went for another. Miller smiled as he felt like he won the lottery as she looked so happy.
"So, Night at the Museum?" Miller asked.
"Please." Courtney said with a smile as she relaxed into the couch next to him with her hot pocket and glass of wine.