Simon flinched as the blood splattered across his white Watford shirt and Baz grimaced. This is not the way he had seen it going. If only Snow hadn't taken to following him down into the catacombs at night this all could have been different. The vampire part wasn't a surprise - it had been obvious that Snow had figured all that out years ago - but Baz wasn't so sure about this next part. For a chosen one Snow could be exceptionally dim.
"Enjoy your meal?" Snow smirked, raising an eyebrow. Cocky little shit. Baz had to remind himself yet again that this, this thing, in front of him, was the love of his life. God knows it would have been easier if he could just lust over Agatha like Snow thought he did.
It would certainly make everything simplier.
"Sod off, Snow. Isn't it past your bedtime?" Baz snarled, wishing for once that Snow would just leave him alone. This stalking act had grown tiresome and he needed some time to himself. Every moment with Simon was a stab in the heart and he didn't even know it. The boy always thought he was plotting something. He just never suspected he was plotting the best way to fit their lips together or the glow in his heart when Snow said he loved him. It would never happen but Baz could dream, right? It wasn't like he had much else.
"You broke curfew. Why can't I?"
"Because I'm not a goody-two-shoes." Baz muttered, wiping the blood away with the end of his sleeve. Snow still hadn't tried to clean his shirt - probably wouldn't knowing him. The boy really could have used a mother.
They both could.
"That's the understatement of the year."
"Just leave it." Baz sighed. He had been out feeding to try and build up his courage. The courage to tell Simon that he wanted everything to change.
"Leave what?" Simon pushed. He could never let anything go.
"Fine." Baz sighed again, taking a deep breath and deciding that now was as good a time as any. "I know I just spit blood all over you, and this is probably the wrong time, but I kind of like you."
Simon was silent.
"This is the part where you say something." Baz snarled to hide the pain in his chest.
"You like me?"
"I know it's hard to comprehend anyone liking you, Snow, but please try."
"Yeah, but you?"
"Yes me you idiot. Do you see anyone else down here?"
Snow looked around, as if he genuinely thought there might be someone lurking in the shadows.
"But…" He stuttered. "But you hate me. You want to kill me."
"And kiss you." Baz added, feeling bolder now.
"And kiss me." Snow whispered, a hand reaching for his lips.
"I always want to kiss you."
Baz took a step closer.
Simon sealed the distance between them, their lips gently touching for a moment.
It was the best moment of Baz's life.
"I think…" Simon started and swallowed hard. "...Maybe I like you too."
Baz gazed at the confusion in his love's eyes and smiled. Simon had gone bright red.