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Far From Ordinary - PG-13
Title: Far From Ordinary
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Fluff, romance
Warnings: Real-Person Fiction, language
Fandom: American Idol Season 7 RPF
Pairing: David Cook/David Archuleta
Word Count: 1068
Completed: Yes
Notes: Beta'd by the lovely jehane18; all remaining errors are my own. I meant to post this up yesterday, but it was my birthday and my best friend's graduation, so it was rather hectic!

The grass was soft, but David smiled as he watched Cook shake out the ancient red and white checkered blanket he had insisted on bringing with them. "It's a picnic! What's a picnic without a picnic blanket?" he'd argued.

David humored him, smiling as he looked on while Cook smoothed out the corners of the blanket. He stood up and admired his own work before grandly gesturing to David to take a seat. David shook his head, giggling at the antics of the older man as he sat down on a corner of the blanket. Cook set the picnic basket—and really, who actually has a picnic basket?—in the center of the blanket before settling in next to David.

David turned to Cook, studying his expression. "Why are you doing all this?"

Cook looked away, pulling the sandwiches and a bottle of red wine from the basket. "Do I need a reason?"

David frowned. "No, I just...it's not like it's our anniversary." There was no question in his voice; David had memorized all the important dates in his and Cook's relationship, and some of the not-so-important dates, like when they went on their second date, or the first time they played Scrabble together. Today was just an ordinary day.

"I can't do something spontaneous for my boyfriend?" he said, sounding extra pathetic as he wrapped his arms around David's shoulders.

David smiled and pressed a light kiss to the top of Cook's head, the other man's face pressed into his shoulder. "Of course you can."

Cook sharply pulled away, grin on his face. "Good!" he barked, rubbing his hands together. He reached into the basket again and pulled out two wine glasses. "Dig in," he said, gesturing to the sandwich set before David.

David was caught up in Cook's enthusiasm, grinning as he bit into his sandwich. Cook poured the wine, holding one glass out to David. David took it, swallowing his mouthful.

He immediately moved to pull the glass up to his lips, but Cook put his hand on David's arm, stopping him before the glass reached his mouth. "Wait." David looked at him questioningly. "A toast," Cook said.

David narrowed his eyes. "You're acting weird."

Cook's smile dimmed. "It's just a toast, Arch." He pointed with his free hand to his glass, still hovering in his hand in the air between them. David still looked confused, but he raised his glass. Cook's smile returned. "To 3 years, 4 months, and 1 week," he said, tilting his glass toward David's. Confused, David clinked the glasses and took a sip. Cook placed his hand on David's. David's eyes snapped to Cook's. "I love you," Cook said.

David smiled. "I love you, too." He leaned in and kissed Cook, gently brushing his lips across the other man's before turning it into a deeper, more passionate kiss, drawing a surprised moan from the other man as he parted his lips with his tongue. When he pulled away, he looked up at Cook through his lashes, smiling as the other man sighed in disappointment. "Now, are you going to tell me what we're doing out here?" David asked.

Cook chuckled. "I can't put anything past you, can I?"

David smiled and shrugged. "Maybe I just know you too well."

Cook's smile softened, but there was something warm and tender in his eyes. "Maybe you do." David felt as though there was more to what Cook was saying, but he couldn't figure out what it was. He smiled, somewhat puzzled. "Okay, so, I have a confession to make." David looked at him expectantly, accepting that Cook had to make a big deal out of whatever this was. "I did arrange this whole date for a reason."

"Well I figured that out," David said with a laugh.

Cook stuck his hand in his jacket pocket, and suddenly his expression turned panicked. David's brow furrowed as Cook turned frantic, searching the pockets of his jeans as well as every fold in the blanket, muttering, "Oh no, no no no, where is it? Shit."

Just then, something suddenly reflected the sunlight so that David was nearly blinded. He shifted his head to get a better look at it around the wine glass. It was a ring, sitting on the blanket just behind his glass. He picked it up. It was a simple gold band. It was—David almost dropped it in realization. This was a ring.

"Um," he said. Or tried to. His voice wasn't up to cooperating.

Cook stopped shaking the picnic basket out over the blanket as he looked over to David who still held the ring between his thumb and forefinger, staring at it in shock. "Oh," he replied. He swallowed. His arm reached back, rubbing the back of his neck. "Um. I was, uh, that is, um." He took a deep breath. "I had this whole spiel set up in my head, rehearsed and everything. Oscar-worthy, I assure you. But uh, pretty much it boils down to, um. Arch—David," he stressed, drawing David's attention up to his face. "Will you marry me?" Cook's voice wavered, unsure and just a little embarrassed as he tried to salvage what he had likely planned to be the Perfect Proposal.

David alternated between staring at the ring and at Cook's face for just a second too long, and Cook's expression turned distraught for a second before he opened his mouth to spout out damage control.

David cut him off. "Cook, I love you." Cook blinked and snapped his mouth shut, unsure where this was going, and whether or not he would like it. David reached out and put his hand on Cook's cheek. "And I want to spend my life with you." A smile broke out on David's face, and one sprouted on Cook's to match. David began nodding earnestly. "Yes, yes, the answer's yes."

The last few words were lost against the older man's lips.

When they surfaced for air an irritatingly short period of time later, David couldn't hold back his giggle. "What?" Cook asked, slipping the ring onto David's finger, admiring how it looked against his skin.

"You did all this to propose to me?"

"I wanted to make the day special," Cook defended.

David smiled and fell into the arms of his boyfr—fiancé. "It is special." He looked up and their lips met again, David's ring-clad hand coming up to cup Cook's face.