Summary: He wasn’t stalking. Not really. It was a surprise. A nice surprise. Well, he’d think it’d be a nice surprise, but not everyone thought it was a nice surprise, and he really didn’t want to rate on the creepy scale.
A/N: This will probably be the only RPF I ever write. I wrote it a few months back and hid it deep in my Google Docs and blushed the entire time — hence why no names were used. Then today’s Catherine’s birthday and … well … I’d sell my soul for that girl. So, this is my gift to her. Happy birthday, sweetheart. *squish*