Love was a new revelation to Simon. All this time, he thought he knew how it felt to be in love. He thought he had that with Agatha, until he kissed Baz. Then the universe imploded and all that was left was the growing love that Simon felt for Baz.

All day, Baz was the only thing on his mind. The way his hair moved down from his widow's peak. The way he always hid his mouth as he ate, the few times he actually ate near him. All Simon wanted to do was spend the rest of his mortal life with Baz. Or maybe even his immortal life. Simon tried to imagine himself as Baz's vampire bride. The thought made him swell with absolute euphoria. He thought of Baz's lips sucking on his neck, long teeth sinking into his flesh, and trembled and blushed at the idea.

After class, Simon immediately flew towards Baz when he saw him across the hall, casually leaning against the wall. Did Simon's love wait out here for him? Should Simon start calling Baz love?! "Simon," Baz said, digging his fingers into his palms. "Would you like to go out on a walk with me?" Baz reminded himself that he needed to do this. If Simon didn't have his feelings returned, he'd go insane. Not only would it get increasingly annoying, and possibly dangerous if Baz didn't quickly find a cure fast enough, but it would also hurt Simon's feelings in ways Baz couldn't watch. Especially if he was the cause itself for Simon's pain.

Simon on the other hand, was soaring. Dear Morgana, oh his love has returned his feelings! "Are you kidding? I would love to go out with you!" The most ecstatic smile was plastered on Simon's face. Baz's face turned beet red as the two turned outside, eyes following them down the halls.

The woods were quiet. So quiet it made both of them really uncomfortable. They kept thinking of what to say but even Simon, a man of many words, was at a loss. "S-Simon," "Crowley, learn to speak." Baz thought "I...I…" Then he stopped trying to talk and kept walking. "Baz, why did you kiss me?" Baz shuddered underneath his coat. "I wasn't sure if any of my other healing spells were working, so I decided to try 'Kiss it Better' to try and wake you."

"How did you know that was going to work any different?"

"I didn't."

"Then why did you try?" Baz said nothing. Simon stopped dead in his tracks. "I think you wanted to kiss me."

"When did you become such a conspirator, Snow?"

"You called me Simon a minute ago."

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"...Do you want to do it again?" Baz turned pale. An amazing feat for a vampire. "No." he said, and turned back towards the path, walking faster and more furious than before. Blood pumped through his veins more rapidly and the sound roared through his ears. Simon ran up beside him, and blocked Baz's path. "Baz. Listen to me." Simon grabbed Baz's arms and looked into his eyes, searching for just one yes. "I know this is sudden, and you might not feel the same way that I do, but I know what you did last night, was for a reason. You're not helping yourself by avoiding it." Simon said. "I really, really like you." He loved him in fact, but wasn't going to scare him away now. "Look me in the eyes and tell me, try and lie to me, that you don't ever want to kiss me." Whatever happened last night, whatever new chemical that now ran in his blood, it swept Simon with a newfound confidence that took control in the weirdest ways.

Baz was shell-shocked. And for a minute, he let go, from the moment Simon touched him, he forgot everything about the fear and the pain this whole situation caused him. He opened up completely to Simon's plea, and took him by the arms, looked deep into Simon's eyes and pressed a full, ardent kiss onto Simon's lips.

Simon was in bliss. Fireworks popped off. Confetti was thrown. Cake was served. He had to make this last, and make this count. He moved his head, so slightly and pushed his tongue, not too little, not too much into Baz's mouth.

Whatever Simon was doing, Baz loved it. And he relished every second he got close to him. He felt warm for the first time in seemingly forever, and was practically overwhelmed by the smell of butter and scones. And they kept on pulling and pushing into and away from each other. Were they making out? In the middle of the forest? Baz tried not to think about how he hunted here just a few hours ago.

Finally, when they pulled away they continued down the trail. They talked and talked until it was a huge disappointment for both when they saw the dining hall in the distance. Baz ran off to the dorms, to "get something" while Simon went to get dinner. Really, Baz just wanted to be alone as he panicked and reminisced over the full date with the crush he'd been keeping for years. Entering with Snow wasn't a great idea either.

Simon was disappointed that they couldn't enter the room together. What he'd do for just another minute holding Baz's cold hands. Another new thing. The physical desires. Simon never wanted that much with Agatha. He liked the kisses, the cuddling, and the making out but he never wanted her to run her cold fingers down his spine.

For dinner, they were served roast. Simon went to his table and sat across from Penelope. Quickly she dropped her book flat on the table. A book called "A Guide to Dangerous Love Magic". Simon guessed love was truly in the air. Maybe she was sending something to Micah? "You were supposed to meet me after class." she said. "I was busy." Simon said the corners of his mouth lifting into the most lovely smile. "Doing what?" Penelope's eyes went back to her book, eyes following the lines inscribed, she picked up her mug and blew the steam rising to the top. "I went on a date, with Baz." Penelope put the mug down and squinted at Simon. "Really?" she said. Simon beamed, ready to jump into a long and full story recounting the moment. "It was amazing!" Simon said. "We were just talking about everything, I felt I could tell him everything. I got to study every curve of his face. Visually, at least. But-" he lowered his voice and blushed "I also made out with him." Simon bounced in his chair a bit, giggling.

Penelope's jaw dropped fully open. She couldn't even wrap her head around the idea. She couldn't produce questions. She could only sit and wonder. How? WHAT? Why? When? Baz? Tyrannus Basilton Grimm-Pitch? Oh God.