Baz looked at himself in the mirror. He would normally have his hair slicked back but he knew Simon preferred it down. The wind howled outside, a comforting sound. There was supposed to be a blizzard coming.

He sighed and straightened out his shirt one last time. He was wearing a white dress shirt under a blue sweater vest and black slacks. He took a deep breath and turned, walking out the door and down the hall. His heart beat uncontrollably. Tonight was the night. He had it all planned out. Nothing would go wrong. He made it into the main foyer of the house. It was flooded with golden light and people were milling about everywhere. It wasn't meant to be fancy dress, but most people had dressed up anyways.

Baz hated the annual Christmas party he was forced to attend. So many people trying to talk to him at once, but it wasn't because they liked him or what he had to say. No, they were trying to get in good with his father. Baz would stop and talk (it was mandatory), but he wasn't actually there. No, his mind was off searching for Simon somewhere in the jungle of people. Finally he saw a strange fitting jacket and a head of golden hair. He politely disengaged from the conversation and quickly made his way over to Simon. Simon smiled at him as he approached, and he looped his arm around his waist, giving him a light kiss on the nose.

"Hello love" Baz practically purred. Simon scrunched his nose and laughed.

"Where have you been all night?" He asked, looking Baz in the eye.

"I've been trying to get over here, but there's just so many damn people. I'm sorry" Baz glanced at the clock, stomach sinking. She was late. Simon reached up and placed a hand gently on Baz's cheek.

"Are you feeling okay? You look, nervous..."

"What? No! I'm fine" Baz assured. Simon looked skeptical.

"Is this because of you dad?" He asked, dropping his voice even lower. Baz sighed, thankful for something to cling to.

"Yeah" he lied. "A little"
Simon looked out the window. The wind was pounding harder now. The lights flickered. He felt awful. He and Baz's dad had never really gotten along, and had gotten into a brief spat a few days earlier.

"I'm sorry" he muttered. Baz looked at him, bewildered.

"N-no, Snow, you really didn't do anything. He's just crazy"
Baz was distressed. Penny wasn't here, and he needed her here to enchant the ring. /the hell with it/ he thought, fingering the small velvet box in his pocket. Inside was a simple golden engagement ring, and penny was /supposed/ to enchant it to show their favorite moments together, but she still hadn't shown, and Baz was running out of time.

"Simon, can I show you something?" Baz asked, running a hand through his black hair. Simon looked up and nodded, following Baz outside. Well, it wasn't actually outside. They were protected by a large glass dome. The snow was flurrying all around, illuminated by the full moon. Simon stared in wonder, and Baz stared at him. He reached into his pocket and clutched the small box.

"Simon, I-" he started, but was drowned out by a particularly loud gust of wind that was followed by a loud cracking noise. One of the trees just outside the done had broken, and was falling straight towards them. Baz's mouth went dry.

"Go!" He shouted, shoving Simon towards the door before following after him. But they weren't quick enough. They heard the tree hit the dome and glass rained down all around them. Baz threw himself over Simon, hoping he could at least stop some of the glass from hitting him. Baz arched his back and clenched his teeth, feeling the glass biting into the backs of his legs and neck and digging into his palms. He could feel a bit of blood trickling down his forehead and saw it drip onto the back of Simons shirt. After what seemed like forever the glass stopped raining down and Baz shakily crawled off of Simon, trying to shake glass out of his hair and hands. Simon had a few little cuts on his hands, but was otherwise unscathed. Baz was so relieved. He hugged Simon as hard as he could. For a few moments that's all there was. Just them and the snow now swirling about them in thick flurries, already making little piles in the corners. The door behind them slammed open.

"Basilton!" Baz's stepmother cried form the door. She sprinted to the pair, checking for wounds and trying to heal what she could. Her hands were shaking worse than her voice. Baz carefully brushed her off, assuring repeatedly that he was fine.

"The powers off" his father stated from the doorway, trying not to glare. "The guests are leaving"
Baz took a breath and held it. He remembered Simon standing next to him and sighed, clenching his fist. He winced, pulling out one last piece of glass.

"Okay. We can... Probably fix this. If we all try" He pulled out his wand, running through spells in his mind. The world was spinning around him. It took his a moment to register Daphne's hand on his shoulder.

"Baz dear, its fine. That's too much, even for all of us. We'll just call someone in the morning. You two should get to bed..." She said, gently pushing Baz towards the door. Baz sighed and nodded, giving her a hug.

"Goodnight mother"
He and Simon walked through the doors, not acknowledging Baz's dad, nor he them.

A/N: Random short story I thought up while procrastinating my other fics. Sorry! Hopefully I'll have the next chapter out soon. This story I plan to just be a few short chapters. Thanks, love you guys!