Scomiche Love Scenes.

Coming Home.

        A/N: I usually get inspiration for my stories by listening to music. These one-shots are all inspired by one of my favorite songs that I listened to frequently while trying to write these. So I'll put the song that the priticular one-shot is inspired by in the media sidebar thingy.

Scott's POV

I stood at the airport, nervous and excited as hell. In one hand, I held a bouquet of roses, in the other, a single cue card that read: MITCHELL GRASSI (aka The love of my life) in bolded letters. My patience starts wearing thin as I sit down in a huff. What was taking so long? It's bad enough that Mitch has been gone the past 9 months. But we had to temporarily stop Pentatonix so I didn't have any shows to play to keep my mind off of him. Though, I'm just kidding myself. Without Mitch,singing with Pentatonix, or at all for that matter was just downright pointless. Avi, Kevin, and Kirstie tried to insist on coming with me  to pick him up, but they also understood that he and I needed our moment alone. So they stayed back at our apartment. I start to excitedly twitch all over the place. My legs jump up and down as I hum a standard scale to myself. This of course, earning stares from several passersby. 

One of these passerby was a young woman about the age of 18. After noticing me freaking out, she asked to sit, to which I said: "Of course."  She sits down and takes a quick glance at me. 

"You nervous too?" She asks, her voice shaking. 

"Is it that obvious?" I admitted jokingly, earning a forced laugh from her. 

"Who are you waiting for?" She was trying to pretend she didn't see my cue card in all its glory. 

"My boyfriend." I sigh, and smile widely.

"Good for you!" She says supportingly, and pats my shoulder. 

"Thanks...?"

"Miranda."

"Scott."

"Very nice to meet you Scott, a beauquet of roses and a cue card love note?" She scans it subtlely. "This Mitch must be one amazing man." 

"Oh, he is." I say, sighing and smiling again. 

"Well, he better be if you're serious about that ring box buldging out of your pocket." 

"Shit! I didn't think anybody could see that." I respond flustered. Embarassinly attempting to pull my red and black checkered "FLAWLESS" flannel down to hide it. 

"It's ok, I gotta go wait for my dad but it was nice meeting you Scott, good luck with Mitch." She says as she gets up to leave. I start to call after her but she's too far away to hear. 

Finally after what feels like forever I finally hear the sound I've been waiting to hear for the past 9 months. 

"Attention please, International Flight 417 from Afghanastan is now landing at gate 15." 

I jump up and dart to the gate. Hoping to God that there wasn't a large crowed. Luckily there was only a group of about 10, which I squeezed through pretty easily. I held up the cue card and roses. Ready and waiting. I watched solider after solider emerge and run up to their families. Suddenly I was surronded by people hugging and sobbing. Where was Mitch? Just when I was about to expect the worst. Out comes tiny little Mitch. He looked so swoon-worthy in his military uniform. Camo really suits him. He was wearing a felt cap, but underneath I could see that his head was shaved.

I hadn't seen him with a shaved head since The Sing-Off. But it made him look so handsome. Best of all, he was in one piece. I shed a tiny little tear knowing I could sleep easily at night again. We locked eyes and he took a glance at the cue card. Tears started rushing down both of our faces. I drop the cue card and spread out my arms, which he runs and leaps into. I lifted him up and held him with such a tight embrace. Which he of course returned. 

He wrapped his arms around my neck and sobs into my shoulder: "I missed you so much." 

"I missed you too!' I sob in reply. At last my baby was home. I set him down, just to grab his waist and pull him in for a kiss. Several kisses. "I love you Mitch." I say when I finally remember how to breathe. 

"I love you too." He responds, struggling to wipe the tears from his eyes.  "Are those for me?" He giggles, pointing to the roses that were now laying on the floor. 

"That they are." I say, turning around to pick them up. I hand him the beauquet and lean down to kiss him one more time. He presses them against his nose, smelling them intently. I smiled at how innocent his face looked at that moment. 

"Don't ever do that again!" I scold playfully, rubbing his arm. He giggles and I realize that there's absolutely no time to be nervous, It was go time. 

"I'm serious. Having you go like that and to be gone as long as you were. It made me realize something. Mitch, you're my heart and my soul. And being apart hurt too badly to ever want to go through that again." I tried to prevent my fingers from fumbling as I pulled the small, black, velvet box out of my pocket. At the sight of this, his face goes completely white, one hand has moved to his mouth and he has started crying again. He knew exactly what I was doing, but I had to get the words out anyway. 

I felt myself drop to one knee and open the ring box. Yep, I was doing it! 

"So,  I was wondering if you'll stay by my side for the rest of my life? Mitchell Coby Grassi, will you marry me?" He's crying so much now that hecan't speak. He just nods up and down with the biggest smile I ever seen him give. I slip the ring onto his finger and pick him up once more. He again starts sobbing into my shoulder: "Yes, yes, of course!" 

He wraps he legs around my waist, and his arms around my neck. He looks me dead in the eye and kisses me several more time. Then he climbs off of me and grabs my hand. He then regains his cool and says: "Now, what do you say you take me home so I can show off this ring?" 

"Speaking of which, if Kirstie asks, I didn't get your ring at Kay Jewler's, I got it at Jared." I exclaiom and chuckle at my own comment, which he clearly didn't understand, but nodded anyway. I grabbed his bag and we headed in the direction of the sliding glass doors. Once outside I could tell that Mitch had missed LA heat a lot! 

"God! It's good to be home!" He yells exhasperated. 

"It's good to have you home." I say with a loving smile.