A/N: Special thanks to my beta here on FFN, you-could-in-new-hampshire!

It'd been a week since Simon and Baz had filmed their first collab, and so far, it had been met with a fairly good reception. There had been hate, as always, but the overall consensus seemed to be approving, something Baz was inwardly grateful for.

Earlier in the day, Baz was eating a Pop-Tart on his couch and watching Chopped in his underwear, because he was an adult, and adults can do as they please.

However, even as one of the contestants started panicking because of a forgotten key ingredient (like one always inevitably does) Baz found his attention floating over to Simon.

They'd been texting every day since that last collab, and Baz kept thinking Simon would suggest they go out and do something. But he didn't, and didn't seem to be; which left Baz to do the asking out.

He wasn't worried about whether Simon would say yes or not; they'd passed the point where they had to worry about rejection.

No, the problem was that Baz didn't want to take Simon to do anything boring, which meant a little creativity was in order.

Baz immediately decided to rule out his go-to date idea, going to see a movie, both because nothing good was out, and because they'd already seen the only worthwhile movie in theaters (Wonder Woman) together last week.

Baz was absently watching a woman try to make ice cream in the last minute of the round when it hit him: the show!

His Aunt Fiona had sent him tickets to see some traveling violinists in a week, ("Go see them play, maybe then you'll learn something!") and Baz had been considering skipping out because at the time she'd given him the tickets, he'd had no one to go with, and you simply cannot show up to an event by yourself.

But, having recently acquired a sweet boyfriend who was sure to sit through a concert with him, Baz realized happily that he could show up after all, shame-free.

Grinning with anticipation, Baz grabbed his phone and shot a quick text to Simon.

Baz: So

Baz: As revenge for the gross sweaty hiking

Baz: How'd you feel about going to see the violinists perform next Friday night?

Baz didn't have to wait long for a reply.

Simon420: Shut up, you liked hiking!

Simon420: You wanna do it more

Simon420: Why violins?

Baz snorted, both at Simon's comment and at the ridiculous contact name Simon had given himself in Baz's phone.

Baz: My aunt sent me tickets. She says I need to learn something from them

Simon420: Learn what? Do you play?

Baz: Yeah. It's kind of a family tradition

Simon420: I get you. I'm pretty musical myself

Simon420: Well, in theory anyways

Simon420: l'm sure I could handle the triangle. And I play a mean kazoo so

Baz: Hm, I dunno. I think the triangle might be a bit much for you

Simon420: EXcUSe YoU?

Simon420: I've seen them played on TV, all u do is hit it

Baz: Okay fine, you could /theoretically play the triangle. Will you come to the concert with me?

Simon420: Oh, yeah, sure! This is gonna be lit!

Baz smiled at Simon's enthusiasm. He wasn't sure Simon knew what he was getting into, but as long as he wore a tux and didn't ask questions, everything would be fine.

Baz was about to put the phone away when he realized that he hadn't actually fixed the original problem, him wanting to hang out with Simon. So, before he put the phone away, he texted:

Baz: Wanna come over today?

Simon420: Thought you'd never ask!

Simon and Baz hang out together in Baz's apartment for the rest of the morning, just cuddling and hate-watching their least favorite YouTubers together.

Around lunchtime, Baz moves the blanket off of himself and stands up, to stretch his legs.

"You want to go get lunch?" He asks Simon through a yawn. "I don't have much food in the house."

"Sounds good to me," Simon replies, also standing up. "Besides, it good for us to get out into the sun every once in awhile."

He stops and considers what he said. "Maybe not for you, though. I hear vampires and the sun don't mix."

Simon cackles at his own joke and darts away before Baz can hit him with a pillow.

"One more vampire joke, Snow, and I might just revoke all cuddling privileges," Baz threatens, as he catches up with Simon and wraps his arms around him in a squeezing bear hug.

As Simon squirms to try and get away, he replies laughingly, "But how does that make sense? That hurts both of us!"

"Yeah, but it'd hurt you way more if I didn't let you touch my hair, either," Baz states matter-of-factly, and Simon's eyes grow wide.

"You wouldn't!"

"Test me." God, Simon loves that smirk.

Simon sticks his tongue out. "Whatever, I don't even like your hair anyways! Let's just get going."

"You're such a little kid," Baz retorts as they passed through the door.

On the way to Panera, Baz pulls out his camera.

"Mind if I vlog?"

"'Course not," Simon replies, and fixes his hair with his phone's front camera. He wants to look his best for the people that'd be seeing him for the first time on Baz's channel, and Baz patiently waits for him to finish before getting started.

"Hello, everyone! I'm not dead, surprise, surprise!" He laughs, but Simon has heard his real laugh enough times to know it's not genuine. Knowing that he was close enough to Baz to distinguish his laughs gives Simon a warm feeling inside.

"Anyways, I'm here with Simon," Baz pans the camera over to him, and Simon gives a little wave and his most charming smile. "TheSnowShow on YouTube, and we're currently on our way to Panera Bread!"

Baz gives the camera a winning smile, before raising the camera up to fit both of them in the frame.

"Now wait, is it just 'Panera' or 'Panera Bread?' I never could figure that out," Baz asks, and looks over to Simon.

"Mm, I think it's technically 'Panera Bread,' but everyone just calls it 'Panera,'" Simon replies, grinning. "But there's no need to worry your silly British head over it. It's cute when you mess stuff up."

Baz laughs. (A real one this time!) "Well, I'm glad you think so, but I don't particularly like being left in the dark over here."

"Oh, sure you do," Simon replies nonchalantly. "Vampires love the dark!"

"Oh my- Would you stop with the vampire jokes!?"

Simon and Baz had just finished their lunch at Panera (and an especially stimulating conversation that turned into a mini-argument about what exactly seltzer water tasted like) when a loud alarm noise comes from Baz's phone.

Simon watches as Baz picks it up from the table, and curses.

"Simon, do you mind if we run by the store on the way back?"

Baz sounds, embarrassed, maybe? Simon isn't sure why, but he is willing to play... whatever it is off for Baz if that's what the situation required.

"Yeah, dude, it's no problem," Simon says, smiling and taking a sip of his Cherry Coke. "What do you need?"

"Groceries. Milk, paper towels, that sorta thing," Baz answers, listing them off on his fingers.

"Alrighty then," Simon says happily, smiling and standing up. "Let's roll out."

"...Get it? Paper towels? Roll?"

"I got it, Snow."

"Okay, so, quick detour," Baz says, and it takes Simon a minute to realize he's talking to the camera. "We're gonna stop by CVS, because I totally forgot I needed groceries. Luckily, Simon kindly volunteered to come with, so maybe this won't be a complete flop."

"Yeah!" Simon exclaims. "This is gonna be fun!"

He turns and grins at Baz, before pointing up ahead.

"There's CVS!" He grabs Baz hand, making him laugh. "Let's go!"

"Okay, so I've got the milk and the paper towels, and now I just need some apples and-"

"Hey, Baz."

Baz looks up, but leaves the camera rolling. "Hm?"

Simon grins mischievously, and Baz can see that he's holding something behind his back. Baz looks at Simon suspiciously, but can't keep himself from smiling.

"What do you have behind your back?"

"Oh, nothing," Simon says, drawing out the word. "Just some... blood for you to drink!"

He brings the item out from behind his back: cranberry juice.

"Shut the fuck-"

"Woah, watch your mouth, Baz, children watch your channel!" Simon giggles as he puts his hand over Baz's mouth. Baz pushes it off, laughing.

"Shut up, you curse on your channel all the time!"

"Yeah, but no one comes to my channel expecting decency," Simon replies.

"Mm. Fair point. Now put that juice in the basket. Cranberry's my favorite."

As Baz makes his way to the back of the store for the last couple items on his list, he passes by the makeup aisle without another thought.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Simon says, causing Baz to stop in place and turn around with a questioning glance.

"Look, makeup!" Simon points excitedly. He glances excitedly at Baz's blank expression, realizing that he didn't get it. "Let's do the 'boyfriend does my makeup challenge!'"

Baz seems reluctant. "Simon, last time I checked, neither of us were beauty gurus. How much experience do you even have with makeup?" He looks into the camera with an unconvinced expression.

"Literally none," Simon replies, unfazed. "But, Baz, it's not about experience, it's about, well, the experience! You just gotta have fun doing it, not care about the result."

"Besides," Simon continues, throwing mascara into Baz's basket, "Neither of us are beauty gurus, but you've got fairy lights in your room, and on YouTube, that's basically the same thing."

Baz laughs. Somehow, he realizes, he and Simon had passed into the teasing stage of their friend/relationship; their insults no longer have any venom behind them.

Almost… there… Got it!

Baz had turned his back for one minute, to read the label on a box of cereal, and Simon had seen his chance.

He'd successfully snuck a pack of M&M's into Baz's basket, and he rather thought he deserved a pat on the back for his rad uncover skills.

No ragrets, as the kids say, Simon thought proudly, trying not to look suspicious.

"Simon!" Baz says, looking up at the sky exaggeratedly.

"...Yes?"

"Did you really think I wouldn't notice?" Baz questions with a smile, waving the pack of M&M's in Simon's direction.

"What?" Simon asks, feigning astonishment and drawing out the 'a.' "I've literally never touched candy before in my life, literally ever. Totally was not me."

Baz stares at him.

"CVS goblins," Simon states, nodding his head seriously. "I hear they're brutal this time of year.

"Oh my god," Baz says, rolling his eyes (but still putting the candy on the counter.)

With anyone else, the ridiculous excuse and blatant lying would annoy him to no end. But for some reason, coming out of Simon's mouth, it just feels right.

"You know, you're like, a lifestyle guru," Simon remarks, staring at the ceiling.

He was laid out on Baz's forest green duvet, waiting for Baz to set up the camera and savoring the M&M's he'd successfully weaned off of him.

"What, like Zoella or something?" Baz asks incredulously, setting up his one light and making sure the camera was at the right angle. "All I do is talk about my life. It's not like I show other people how to better live theirs."

Simon hums. "You kind of do," he says..

He offers no further explanation, leaving Baz to get the video started in confusion.

He uses his vlogging camera first, for the vlog he'd upload later.

"Hey guys, so, we just got back from CVS, and Simon has decided that we should to the 'boyfriend does my makeup tag,' even though neither of us has an ounce of experience using makeup."

Baz looks at Simon somewhat accusingly, but still lets his smile show.

"Okay, no, so first of all, yes, neither of us have any makeup experience, but that's what makes it fun!" Simon grabs Baz's hand and puts the camera on himself so he can speak. "Look, see, I've just Googled how to makeup, it'll be fine!"

He holds up his phone to the camera for proof, and Baz leans forward in surprise. "Did you really? Now you're gonna know what you're doing!"

Baz gives a small pout, and Simon laughs. "To be fair, this stuff looks pretty hard. I don't think what I read is gonna help me much."

"Well, let's get started and see if that's true," Baz says, segueing into the outro. "Check for the video soon on me and Simon's channels, and don't forget to subscribe to us while you're there. Bye guys!"

Baz books at Simon and they share a small smile before turning back to the main camera and starting the main video.

Baz gets right into it. "Hello, everyone! As you can see I have someone with me here today that you might've seen on my channel before, TheSnowShow! How are you doing today, Simon?"

"I'm good, Baz! I've had a lovely morning so far, and something tells me it's about to get even better!"

He catches himself staring at Baz instead of the camera, so he shifts his focus back over to the screen.

Baz laughs. "Oh, I'm sure that's what you think, Simon, but you know what I think? I think that this challenge isn't going to go as well as you think it is."

"Don't be such a Debbie downer! This is gonna be great!" Simon reaches for a the CVS bag. "Let's get the show on the road!"

They sit facing each other on the bed, Baz sitting with his legs crossed and Simon on his knees.

"Okay…" Simon says, rifling through the bag. "Let's start with...foundation? Concealer?"

He looks at Baz, who shrugs and replies with a smirk: "Your idea, remember?"

"Yeah, yeah, shut up," Simon says, pouting. "Let's just do both."

As he smears the makeup on Baz's face, Simon comments to the camera.

"Okay, so, it turns out makeup is like, really fucking expensive, so we just picked shades that were like, a mix between our skin colors," he explains. "Which means it will be way too dark for Baz, and way too light for me. A lose-lose situation, really. Would you stay still?"

"It's cold," Baz says, grinning as Simon grabs him under the chin to keep his face still. "I'll remember this when it's your turn, you know."

"Hm," Simon replies absently. He's actually starting to get into this, even if he could only do so much applying the product with his fingers (he didn't realize makeup brushes were a thing.)

"Uh," Simon said, suddenly freezing up.

Baz stiffened. "What?"

"I might have just accidentally given you highlights," Simon admits guiltily, and there's a moment where Baz looks like he's about to strangle Simon before he sighs.

"I'll go get a ponytail."

"Good plan."

Baz leaves to find a ponytail, which left Simon to entertain himself.

He moves to sit with his feet hanging off the side of the bed and shoves his hands under his thighs before kicking his feet into the air and humming a tune.

"Is that Britney? What is this, 2008?" Baz asks, leaning back into the room from the bathroom doorway. He was still tying his hair up, but apparently he just couldn't wait to call Simon out.

"It might be," Simon replies with a grin, not feeling shamed in the slightest.

Baz gives a laugh before stepping back into the bathroom.

"Womanizer is catchy! Sue me!" Simon calls after him.

When Baz comes back, Simon picks up where he left off.

"Right, so I think I'm done with the… base? I don't know," he says. "Anyways, next is the eyeshadow, that's not hard."

Simon opens the little palette of eyeshadows and holds the little brush with his thumb and index finger. He's sure it looks ridiculous in his giant hands.

"Okay, so there's only four colors in here, and three of them are browns, so that's probably what I'm supposed to use," Simon explains, showing the palette to the camera. "But I like this blue one so that's what I'm gonna go with."

He starts spreading it over Baz's eyelids before Baz could even open his mouth.

"Snow! You're gonna ruin it!" Baz complains, furrowing his brows.

"Don't worry! Blue is cool! You'll be the baddest bitch on the block."

"I think that's Britney's title," Baz says with a smirk.

"A Britney Spears reference?" Simon asks, mockingly. "What is this, 2008?"

"The next thing we've got is the blush," Simon says, holding up another plastic palette to the camera. "And we didn't buy any brushes, and… yep, all my fingers are dirty, so I'm just gonna rub the palette straight onto his face."

"Tell me," Baz says as Simon rubs the palette onto his cheeks. "Are you doing badly on purpose? Or is this really what you think is the right way to do this?"

Simon laughs as he moves on to the other cheek.

"I guess I thought it'd be easier," he admits with a cheeky grin. "But like I said, it's about the experience! And I sure am having fun."

"Well, I'm glad one of us is," Baz replies, looking into the camera like he was pleading with it to take him out.

"So how'd I do guys?" Simon asks the camera when he's done, gently turning Baz's face to the lens. "I'll admit, it was a little harder than I thought it'd be, but I think I nailed it."

Baz raises a badly done eyebrow. "Did you?"

"...Yep."

There's a long pause where Baz seems to stare into Simon's soul, and Simon knows Baz knows he did pretty bad.

With one final, apologetic grin, Simon hands Baz a small handheld mirror and waits.

"Oh my god," Baz says in a voice that sounds both shocked a disappointed. "Simon, this is the worst thing I've ever seen."

"That's a bit harsh!" Simon protests, scooting closer to Baz so he can point out different parts of his face. "Look, I did the eyeliner pretty good, and that's the hardest part!"

"Simon, I look like an Egyptian mummy with all the eyeliner you put on me."

"I was thinking Egyptian daddy, but I guess that could work…"

"I will not hesitate to push you off this bed."

Simon mumbles something Baz can't hear. "What was that?"

"Yes, push me Egyptian daddy… ow! You actually did it!"

"Okay, so that was the 'boyfriend does my makeup' challenge! If you liked the way Simon fucked up my face, then please make sure to like this video and subscribe to Simon's and my channels, and go watch his video where I do his makeup! Goodbye, everyone!"

"Bye guys!"

Baz gets up to turn off the camera, and Simon returns all the makeup to the bag.

"So, what'd you think of your new look?" Simon asks evilly, and Baz looks at him as if to say, 'You know exactly what I think of it.'

"I think you could benefit from watching a makeup tutorial every now and again," Baz comments airily, before walking to the bathroom to get the makeup off his face.

(He has to scrub it off with a washcloth, because makeup wipes were another thing Simon didn't realize they'd need.)

Simon sits on top of the closed toilet and watches him clean his face.

"You know, I thought you looked way better when I got through with you," Simon says with a grin.

Baz laughs. "Come on, you dork. It's your turn to suffer."

"Hello everyone!" Simon starts off, waving at the camera excitedly. "As you can see, I'm not in my apartment today, and that's because I'm in…"

He paused so Baz can come onscreen. "Baz's room!"

"Hello everyone," Baz says, settling down on the bed next to Simon.

"Today, Baz and I are going to be doing something that's really fun and popular right now, the 'boyfriend does my makeup challenge!' Now, I've already done Baz's makeup on his channel, so click here if you wanna see that," He gestures to where he'd edit in a box for that later. "So let's jump right in!"

"Alright, so the first thing you did was concealer and foundation, and you did them at the same time, so that's what I'm gonna do, too," Baz explains for the viewers as he sticks his finger directly into the bottle. He smears it on Simon's face, obviously indifferent to streaks, or just quality in general. "As you can see, this is a highly advanced technique, that only a true makeup expert could perfect…"

"Come on, at least try," Simon whines, looking at Baz disappointedly.

"Oh, like you did for me?" Baz questions, raising an eyebrow.

"I did try!" Simon says defensively. "It just didn't work out that great."

"That's complete bullshit, but okay," Baz replies, giving in. "I'll 'try.'" He stops to make finger quotes.

Simon hits his shoulder. "Come on! Actually try!"

"Okay!" Baz agrees through a laugh, before showing his crossed fingers to the camera.

"Okay, so I'm just gonna do the blush now?" Baz asks in the direction of the camera. "I don't know a lot about how this works, so I'm glad Simon was the one to go first."

"If what I did is what you're using as reference, then I don't think this is gonna go very well," Simon says, with an expression that said 'yikes'.

"Don't worry. It's going fine so far," Baz says concentrating on applying the blush the best he could with his fingers.

"Don't jinx yourself," Simon warns. Baz ignores him, but, sure enough, only a few seconds later, Baz messes up

"Okay, so blush went fine. That's not the problem," Baz updates the camera, worriedly. "The problem is that I accidentally picked a really, really dark eyeshadow, and now I can't get it off?"

"What?" Simon asks, sounding surprised. "I better not look like a raccoon right now."

"Of course not!" Baz shushes him defensively. "You look… great?"

"Why did that sound like a question?" Simon asks, suspicious.

"It didn't. You look great. Time for mascara."

"Are you ready for the big reveal?" Baz questions, holding the handheld mirror out to Simon.

"Yeah, man!" Simon says, eagerly reaching for it. His mouth falls open.

"You did worse than me!" SImon exclaims before turning to look at Baz. "I thought you were actually trying!"

"I was! But every time I messed up, I couldn't fix it! Makeup is hard!" Baz whines..

"Okay… Well, guys, I know this video was a little different from what I normally do, but if you liked it, please subscribe to me and Baz, and leave a comment telling us what you thought. There's a video on his channel where I do his makeup that you're not gonna want to miss. Bye guys!"

"Goodbye!"

When Simon leaves Baz's house at 6:00 with a grin, a goodbye kiss, and the remnants of eyeliner still on his face, Baz gets to work editing. First, he flies through the vlog from earlier, since the only thing he had to do was piece the footage together.

The makeup challenge, however, takes a little bit longer, because Baz can't decide what to keep. He didn't want the video to be super long, but he really was enjoying watching it… maybe his subscribers would, too.

Baz finishes the video and uploads the finished products to YouTube. He sets the vlog to go up then, and privates the makeup challenge so he can make it public in a couple of days.

By the time Baz tweets the video and makes himself a mug of coffee, he already has some comments coming in, so he reads through them.

'Oh my godd I can't wait for the boyfriend does my makeup challenge!'

Baz Pitch Vlogs: Check back soon! It should be up this week.

'I remember when you were straight. Sniff. My small gay child's all grown up and dating a LETSPLAYER HEATHEN BOY WHAT THE FU CK'

Baz Pitch Vlogs: Sorry to disappoint you, mum! But you'll warm up to him.

'FUUUCKCKK THIS WAS SO CUTE I LOVE SIMON'

Baz Pitch Vlogs: same

Baz's phone goes off with notifications from Twitter, so he gets off YouTube for a minute to check.

It's a lot of people tweeting about 'SnowBaz,' which is apparently their ship name now. Baz has to admit, it's got a nice ring to it.

There's even a tweet from Simon's roommate, Penny, tagging both him and Simon: " TheSnowShow BazPitchVlogs I shipped SnowBaz before it was cool (cute vid guys!)"

After he replies to Penny ( APrettyPenny Bow down to Penny! Without her, SnowBaz wouldn't exist), he sends Simon a text with a screenshot of her tweet attached.

Baz: So SnowBaz is a thing now

Seconds later, Simon replies.

Simon420: !

Simon420: SnowBaz! That's so cute I love it

Simon420: I'm gonna go call Penny a hipster wannabe brb

With a grin, Baz gets up from his swivel chair and stretches.

Bow down indeed, Baz thought. She did a good thing.

A/N: Okay, so I was originally gonna include the concert in this chapter, but it got to be so long that I just cut it in half. The good news about that, though is that the next update should be quicker, because I already have some of it written. But anyways bonus points if you get where the "you liked it, you wanna do it more" came from lmao

Thanks for reading! Please comment if you liked it! Also, thanks again to my beta you-could-in-new-hampshire and my pal cal down in the comments for the concert idea!