Simon:

It's my first Valentine's day as a single person in a couple of years, and even though I'll have to see the couples around the school being all mushy with each other while I'm not in a relationship myself, I don't mind. But when I wake up, there's a box of chocolates at the end of my bed. Interesting. At first, I think it could be from Agatha, but we settled on just being friends ages ago, so that's pretty unlikely. I really have no idea who they could be from, but I see there's a note attached to them, so I sit up in my bed and turn it over to read it. All it says is "Happy Valentine's day." That's disappointing. No clue there.

Baz:

I just wanted to do something for him. It's our last year, and the last Valentine's day where I'll see him, and I don't even care if he doesn't know it's me who gave him the chocolates, and that he'll never have me anyway. I just want to make him happy.

When I wake up he's already shoving a chocolate into his mouth. Typical Snow. He looks happy, but he also has a little bit of confusion written on his face. Huh, I figured he'd think they were from Wellbelove, but it doesn't look like that's happened. I suppose they really have settled as friends.

"I see you have an admirer," I decide to say to him. What can it hurt? It just spurs on his look of confusion. He sits there looking puzzled and puts another chocolate in his mouth. I walk into the bathroom, let him chew on that one, literally and metaphorically.

Once I've turned the shower on, I strip my pajamas off and climb in. What if Snow figures out they're from me? I think as I'm in the shower. What then? What would he even do? Oh, Crowley, he'll go running to Bunce, and she'll figure out, won't she? Oh, Crowley. I should have thought this through more. Snow will just use the new knowledge against me. Oh. Crowley.

I'm still fretting as I spell my hair dry, and when I'm putting my uniform on, even still when I'm sitting down at breakfast. What have I done?

Simon:

I ate quite a few chocolates this morning, but that by no means is going to cause me to skip breakfast. I'm down there before Penny or Agatha, so I sneak a hunk of butter straight into my mouth, it's just so good, and they're not around to see and tell me off.

Agatha arrives before Penny, so I decide to ask her about the chocolates, even though I don't think they're from her.

"They're not from me, Simon," she says with a look of confusion spreading over her face. She doesn't look hurt that someone else is interested in me, which is good. Our romantic era is well and truly over. "I really don't know who would send you chocolates," she's continuing as Penelope comes and sits down.

"Whats this?" Penny asks, spooning a bit of porridge into her mouth. I don't know how I allow her to tell me off over butter, because she's just as bad, except with brown sugar on her porridge.

"Uh," I say, "when I woke up this morning there were a box of chocolates on my bed." She looks intrigued. Penny loves a good mystery.

"You've got yourself a secret admirer, huh?" She says with her brown eyes alight.

"That's exactly what Baz said," I tell her. She only rolls her eyes a little at my mention of Baz. She tells me I talk about him too much, but I really don't think I do.

"Now, if they were at the end of your bed, how did they get there?" Penny puzzles. "Only boys and I can get into your dorm- ooh! Unless some other girl has figured out a way in. No, no. No one here is smart enough for that, I'm sure."

"Hey!" Agatha scowls.

"No offense," Penny adds quickly, but Agatha just harrumphs and crosses her arms.

"They're not from you, are they Penny," I ask timidly. It's a possibility. I have to at least ask.

"What? No."

"So it's a boy then." I conclude.

"It would seem that way, Simon." She looks all the more intrigued.

"So," she says," in order to figure this out we need to know who's single, and who's got easy access to your room."

"Dev's single," Agatha says, "and he's in the room below you, right Simon?"

"Yeah, but I really don't think it'd be him. I don't know, he just doesn't seem like a give-chocolates-to-another-bloke kind of guy."

"Simon doesn't think Dev could be gay," says Penny, making a tick mark in the air, "noted, but he is still a possibility. You never know, Simon." She says the last bit whilst making direct eye contact with me.

"Yeah, I guess. You never know."

'So, who else is single?" Penny asks.

"Baz, Chris, Kevin, Finn, Tim, David, George, Gareth," She says the last name with a raise of the eyebrows and a 'we all know why that is' look. Gareth and his cheeky to him, gross to everyone else, belt buckle. I chuckle a bit.

"So that's it, all the single guys at school?" I ask, because it really doesn't seem like many.

"Yeah," she says.

"Everyone's pairing off like mad, Simon, this is Watford." Penny explains. She's right, I suppose.

"I think we can rule out Kevin, Finn, and David," I say, "they're all so young."

"Good point," Penny says.

"I guess that leaves us with Chris, Tim, George, Gareth, and Baz." Agatha concludes.

"But we can rule Baz out," I say quickly.

"You never know, Simon," Penny says again.

"Oh come on," I reply, "you don't seriously think Baz would give me a box of Valentine's chocolates do you? He hates me."

"Or does he?" Penny makes a smug face. "Let's just not rule him out quite yet, he does have very easy access to your room. He lives in it for Crowley's sake! It would be very easy for him to put the chocolates on your bed."

"Okay, fine. You win."

"Isn't Chris asexual?" says Agatha, eyes cast off to the side, like she's lost in deep thought. "I mean, I know that doesn't mean he can't have romantic feelings for anyone, but he really doesn't seem interested in any romantic relationships. I think he might be aromantic." I wonder how Agatha knows all this, but I decide to leave it. Maybe she's just friendly with Chris or something.

"Yeah, I think I've heard that," Penny agrees, "We'll rule Chris out too, then."

"So," I say slowly, "that leaves us with Tim, George, Gareth, and Baz."

"Indeed."

"This is quite fun, isn't it? Nothing like a good old harmless mystery." says Penny. "Let's get to the bottom of it. Who do you think seems most interested in you, Simon?"

"Uh, no one, I thought."

Agatha looks a little sad at that. Pity and a bit of guilt maybe, though I don't think she should feel like that. It wasn't working either way in our relationship.

"If we're really thinking about who seems most interested in Simon," Penny says thoughtfully, "we are going to have to go with Baz. You're obsessed with each other, even if it doesn't seem to be in a good way."

"Penny, I really don't think-"

"No," she cuts me off, "hear me out. I think you should just ask him if the chocolates were from him. It's the easiest way onwards from here."

"But, Penny," I complain, "He'll just throw me down a flight of stairs and proceed to use the situation against me in future. He'll make fun of me, you know he will."

"Unless the chocolates are from him." She grins.

"Not very likely Pen. He's my enemy."

"I agree with Penny." Agatha says. "If you really want to find out who they are from, you should ask him. And you'll be safe if you do it in your room. Anathema."

And that's how I end up waiting for Baz in my room that night, sorting through my feelings, realizing there may actually be something there. Sitting on my bed, wringing my hands nervously, waiting.

Baz:

Snow is sitting on the edge of his bed, chin cupped in his hands, when I walk through the door that evening. I go to step into the bathroom to change, but Snow grabs my arm. I flinch at his touch, it's too tempting to me. I wrench my arm out of his grip and say in a clipped tone "What is it Snow?"

"Um, well...I just have something to ask you, Baz."

"Spit it out then," I reply.

"Uh, so, I was just wondering," he starts nervously, "Was it you who put the chocolates on my bed today?" Oh. Crowley. Crowley, Crowley, Crowley! What have I done? I'm panicking on the inside but I try not to let it show on my face. If I say yes, Snow could so easily use the information against me, But, I let this thought cross my mind for a second too: Simon Snow may really like me back. Then I bat the thought away because it's ridiculous. What am I thinking?

"No," I say, with a little too much delay.

"Okay," he says, and if I didn't know better I'd say he were disappointed. "It's just," he continues, "I really don't know who put them there, and Penny and Agatha seemed to think it must be you."

Shit. They're onto me.

"They were really nice, chocolates, by the way," he says, not really to me but more to the room, to the school, to nowhere, to himself. And I smile. He's looking away so I figure I'm safe, and let it flicker across my face for a few seconds. But he sees me.

"If they were from you, I know you wouldn't admit it, so I'll just say it in case. Thank you." He looks so genuine, and his voice is so small. This is all too real for me. I didn't imagine this happening at all when I put them there this morning. And I don't think Snow wants to use the information against me, I really don't.

He's looking right into my eyes when he says it this time, his own eyes looking scared, confused, beautiful, genuine and so prettily cornflower blue. "Was it you, Baz?"

If he didn't look so damningly genuine, and wasn't so persistent, I don't think I would have said this. But I wanted to, so I did. And I'm just hoping like hell that he feels for me too, that he doesn't tear my heart out and slice it into a thousand pieces with his sword.

"Yes, Simon," I say, "it was." I'm terrified, I'm overjoyed, I'm relieved, and I'm anxious. This could backfire so badly. He takes a deep breath before saying what he does next.

"Happy Valentine's day, Baz." And I swear I could cry. But I don't, because, Simon Snow, Simon bloody Snow, takes my face in his hands, and he kisses me. I'm so shocked I just freeze. And he jerks away, a worried look on his face.

"Oh, Crowley, oh sh- oh I'm, I'm so, sorry, uh, shit, Baz, sorry aagh." He's tripping over his words, and it's so sad and adorable, and he looks so rejected with his forehead in his handing pacing backwards that I grab him, pull him to me, and kiss him. He kisses me back and it's heavenly. I can smell his scent of cinnamon and smoke, and feel his soft, sweet lips beneath mine, feel his golden curls in my hand as I grab them. We break apart and he looks so relieved and I laugh, I'm so happy.

"Snow, you idiot, don't be sorry." I lean in and kiss him again. "Happy Valentine's." And then we're standing in our room, a little confused, a little relieved, both smiling like idiots, with our hands wrapped around each other's, a better future ahead of us.