A/N: Special thanks to my beta on ao3, newyearsevebaby02, and my FFN beta you-could-in-new-hampshire!

Less than one day after they'd filmed together (and after Baz's daily vlog had gone up,) Baz's makeup challenge video had been ready to go.

Baz was very organized when it came to running his channel, and his videos often went up on the same day they were filmed. However, Simon, compared to Baz, was a flaming hot mess when it came to uploads, so then, four days later, he was just getting around to editing the footage down.

Baz had been kind enough to leave Simon alone about it, but Simon had known that Baz was the kind of person who didn't like sitting on videos. If it was done, Baz wanted to post it, and Simon had known that.

So he'd gotten to work.

He'd finished editing in record time (and inhaled an entire Monster in the process,) and had gotten a strangely nostalgic feeling of being back in 11th grade, procrastinating on papers and doing it all the last night possible.

He'd made a mental note then, to just go ahead and do the editing early when they did collabs in the future.

Simon was currently the only one awake in the apartment (Penny didn't tend to be up much around 4 am) and was in the process of doing something very important: Making brownies.

It was an unconventional time, sure, but Simon's body clock tended to operate on it's own schedule whether Simon humored it or not. He figured he might as well get some brownies out of his sleepless night.

As the brownies bake in the oven, Simon decides it'd be a great time to do some social media management, even if it is just to mess with people. He opens a new Google tab on his laptop, finds his own YouTube channel, and starts looking through the comments on the makeup challenge video.

'Ahhhhhh I can't believe this came out so soon! I thought you'd make us wait for sure!'

TheSnowShow: Ha, this was actually kind of late! Baz was done editing his three days ago, but he had to wait for me to finish

'It's like you weren't even trying'

TheSnowShow: I was! I swear it!

'So you finally made it into his bed lmao'

TheSnowShow: You know it ;)

He scrolls through Twitter afterwards, replying to some of his tagged tweets, until a loud 'Ding!' reminds him that the brownies are done.

He nearly knocks over his chair at the sudden noise, and then he nearly burns himself trying to get the brownies out of the oven in the dark. But he finally manages to get the brownies out and onto the counter to cool, just in time for Penny to emerge from her room, looking disheveled.

"Oh, sorry, Penny, did I wake you? Sorry," Simon apologizes profusely. He really thought he'd been quiet, but then again he was sleep deprived. He's probably hearing the world through earmuffs at best.

"Kind of," Penny responds, taking a seat at the bar. "I could've gone back to bed, but I thought I smelled chocolate, so I came to investigate."

"You mean taste-test."

"Same thing, really."

"Well, they're not gonna be cool for at least 15 minutes." Simon says, beginning to walk out of the kitchen. "Wanna play Mario Kart?"

"Aren't you forgetting something?" Penny asks in her 'Mom voice,' and Simon groans.

"Can't the dishes wait 'til morning?"

"Can't you just do them now so we don't have to deal with them later?"

"I guess," Simon grumbles, stalking back over to the sink and turning the warm water on.

"So, while you're here, how's it going with Baz?" Penny asks in a teasing voice, resting her head in her hands.

"I don't know, Pen, how's it going with Micah?" Simon fires back, reveling in the instant blush his friend gives.

"It's going fine," she responds vaguely. "We have a date next week."

Simon hums. "I have a date tomorrow. I'm going to a violin concert with Baz."

Penny looks at him skeptically. "Wow, Baz's really gotten into your head. Since when have you been interested in classical music?"

"I'm not, Simon says, finishing up and drying his hands. "Not really. But Baz invited me, and I'll try anything once."

"Famous last words," Penny says ominously, hopping off the barstool. "Is it brownie time yet?"

"It's been like, 5 minutes," Simon responds. "But what the hell, half the fun is burning your tongue. Let's eat."

Simon slept through most of the day, after playing Overwatch for hours and finally going to bed at 7 am. When he woke up, he only had time to film one video before it's time to get ready for the concert.

He pushes his way to the very back of his tiny closet to find his tux, his one nice article of clothing and his dress shoes. Finding a tie was more of an issue, however; it took him 8 minutes to find one of the two ties he owned.

As he's attempting to tie his tie, he slowly makes his way into the living room, where Agatha is lying on the couch, reading a magazine with her arms in the air.

"Oh, hey, Agatha, so, I was wondering if you could do something to fix my under eye bags?" Simon asked walking into the living room. "It's just, they're really noticeable and you're good at this kind of stuff…"

Simon rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

Agatha looks up from her magazine with a raised eyebrow and a smile.

"Of course I'll help you, Simon," she said, sitting up properly. "After all, we can't have you going to a fancy event looking like you just rolled out of bed," she laughed.

Agatha sits down on the couch and says, "Wait here. I'd use my makeup, but we're not exactly the same skin color. I'll have to ask Penny if I can borrow hers and mix it with mine 'til we get a good shade."

"Borrow my what?" Penny asks, walking into the living room. "Sorry, I only caught the end of what you said."

"Your concealer," Agatha responds with a mischievous smile and an accusatory look in Simon's direction. "A certain somebody stayed up all night the night before they were supposed to attend a fancy violin concert with their boyfriend."

Penny rolls her eyes.

"Oh, for God's sake, Simon," she says exasperatedly. "Why didn't you go to bed after you made the brownies? Honestly, it's a wonder you can even take care of yourself."

"Hey, it's not my fault!" Simon responds indignantly. "Overwatch was having a skin event and I had to get the Genji one before the event was over! Besides Ags'll fix me right up. It'll be fine!"

He shoots her what was supposed to be a reassuring smile, but he ended up looking more like a crazed lunatic with the massive bags under his eyes.

"…Right," Penny responds with another spectacular eye roll. "Whatever you say, nerd boy."

Agatha strides back into the room, her clothes swaying elegantly around her, with Penny's concealer in tow.

"Alright, this'll only take a minute," Agatha says, separating the wand from the container.

Simon involuntarily looks up as his eyes start to water. Agatha skillfully applies the stuff under his eyes, a look of intense concentration on her face, and Simon can't help but admire how pretty she looks when she's doing what she loves.

No sooner has Agatha finished the look with a final part of the blender when the doorbell buzzes.

Simon's eyes go big as he shoots a panicked look at Penny. She'd known him long enough to know what he was thinking, and just what to say.

"Simon, you look great, Baz'll love you." She stands him up and pushes him in the direction of the door. Penny straightens his bowtie for him as she gives him a final peptalk. "You're at dashing young gentleman, Simon. Go knock him dead."

And just like that she retreats into the kitchen, leaving a nervous Simon to open the door.

"Dashing young gentleman, right, got it," Simon whispers to himself quietly, and goes to open the door.

When he opens the door, Baz is standing in the doorway, looking so good that it knocks the wind out of Simon.

Baz is leaning on the doorjamb, staring at his phone. When the door opens, he looks up, a piece of black hair falling into his face. He blows it out of the way.

"'You know it, winky face?'" He asks teasingly, with a devilish smirk.

Simon (still in awe at the sight of Baz in a tux) feels his mouth open. He can't think of anything to say, but he's painfully aware of the blush forming on his cheeks.

"Hm, not so suave now," Baz notes after a moment, with Simon still gaping like a fish.

Simon for the life of him can't think of a good comeback, and goes with a feeble 'shut up' and a non-threatening smile.

Baz smiles back and leans in to kiss Simon's cheek.

"I'm just kidding. I thought it was funny," Baz says with a hint of laughter in his voice. "You look great, by the way."

From their spot eavesdropping In the kitchen, Penny and Agatha share an excited look, and Agatha whispers, "Aww!"

Back to his normal self, Simon replies "I know," with a cocky smirk.

Penny and Agatha look at each other again, but this time with disappointed (but not surprised) expressions.

On their way out of the building, Baz makes a vlog for his channel. He'd already started the video at his house, so he just needs to do a quick update.

"Alright, so I've got Simon with me now, and we're on our way to the concert! How do you feel, Simon?"

"Hm, not sure about the violins, but I definitely like you in that tux," Simon says, making a point to look Baz up and down. The he grins mischievously. "And I feel like you're a dork for liking this kind of stuff."

Baz laughs, ending the short video, and Simon's heart swells when he sees how wide Baz's smile was.

The trip to the building hosting the concert was longer than Simon thought, but Simon wasn't complaining. He loved car rides, especially at night, and having Baz's shoulder there for him to lean his head on only made it better.

When they arrived, Baz pays the driver and they follow the herd of well-dressed people up the stairs and into the building.

They stand in a fast-moving line for a moment, before having their tickets checked and being allowed into the auditorium. Their seats are almost right in the middle of the room, and Baz thumbs through the program as Simon gawks obviously at the intricate designs carved into walls and ceiling.

"Woah! Why is this place so fancy?" He asks, a tone of wonder and delight in his voice.

"Sit down, love, people are staring," Baz replies, tugging on Simon's sleeve with one hand and still reading the program in the other. "I've got no clue why it's so fancy."

"Maybe it's so you have something to look at before the show starts," Simon suggests. "Speaking of, when does this thing start anyway?"

"Well, we weren't exactly early, so it probably won't be very long before it starts," Baz responds, though he was a little unsure himself.

"Huh. I guess that's not so bad then. I was worried it'd be like when you go to the movies, and you get there kinda late, but there's still 30 minutes of commercials you have to watch before the actual show starts," Simon rambles, and Baz got the feeling that Simon was talking just to talk. And Baz feels inclined to let him.

"Do you remember our first date? That was at the movies. God, it feels like such a long time ago. We're all getting old and dying. What did we even see it? Oh, yeah, Doctor Strange. I've barely even thought about that movie since we watched it. Guess that says a lot about the film quality, huh?"

Simon falls silent as the lights dim.

As the curtains open, Baz leans his head onto Simon's shoulder and whispers into his ear.

"Yes, I remember our date," he says. "You were very charming. You're cute when you're flustered."

Simon starts to blush (whether from Baz or the memory, he can't tell.)

"I… what… No, I was not flustered, I was perfectly cool!" Simon whispers back defensively.

Baz hums, so Simon lets the subject drop.

He focuses his gaze on the violinists up on stage, who were beginning to play a dramatic tune.

Simon had never been one for classical music, or anything that wasn't pop, really, (with the occasional country song thrown in. He was from Texas after all) but he had to admit that there was something special about being here in this overly fancy auditorium, body heat from strangers warming the room, and his enthralled boyfriend gazing towards stage like it was the most amazing thing he'd ever seen.

I guess this is just another way this is similar to our first date, Simon thinks as he starts to watch Baz from the corner of his eye. Instead of being the main event, the violins had become background music to the look of wonder and Baz's eyes.

Simon would've never thought that wordless music could move someone, but the man sitting next to him was proof that something was happening there tonight.

Time somehow seems to simultaneously stand still and pass faster than Simon could wrap his head around, and as the violinists stand up and bow an hour later, and the curtains close and lights turn back on, Simon blinks, unable to believe it'd been that long.

"So what'd you think?" Baz grins, yanking Simon out of his daze.

"It was…" He struggles to find a word. Descriptions had never been his strong suit. "Magical. Wow, that was gay. Good thing I am gay. You're still a dork for liking classical music, though."

Baz laughs, and stands up. The place was already clearing out.

"Wow," Simon says as they stand at the top of the stairs, looking down at all the taxis and people from the audience getting into them. "I don't think we're gonna catch an Uber anytime soon."

Baz hums in agreement.

"I think you're right," he says, grabbing Simon's hand. "But I'm sure we can find a way to entertain ourselves until then."

He starts to lead Simon around the side of the building, and Simon raises his eyebrows at the back up of his head head trying to figure out what the dark-haired man was planning.

They stumble through the grass in the dark, until they come across a bench on a little hill, with the picturesque tree hanging over it all. They start off sitting on the bench, but after the conversation turns to the stars, they remove their nice jackets and lie on the grass side by side, looking up at space.

"Sometimes I really miss home," Simon admits suddenly, startling Baz. "Like, you could see the stars so well from there, and there's maybe a third of the stars here that you can see there."

"Well," Baz responds after a moment, "Maybe someday we can look at all those stars together."

There's a pause before Simon responds: "That's gay."

Baz's grin grows impossibly larger. "You're gay."

Simon laughs. "Your mom's gay."

"My mum's dead."

And then there's silence, because Simon is shocked and guilt-ridden at the same time, and Baz feels exactly the same way but for different reasons.

Simon couldn't have known about Baz's mom; Baz didn't know why he felt the need to say that so suddenly.

There's a pause, before they both say, "I'm sorry," at the same time.

Baz gives a weak laugh.

"I shouldn't have said that. Now you feel bad. I'm sorry," he says sincerely, and Simon scoots even closer towards Baz, even though at that point they were practically on top of each other.

"I'm still sorry," Simon says, and Baz can hear Simon's passion in his voice. "I know how it feels. my parents died, too, when I was little. I was in an orphanage for my whole childhood. But then I got into a boarding school when I was eleven."

"That's where I watched the stars, you know," he adds lamely, and nudges Baz with his elbow. Baz makes an amused sound, and leans his head onto Simon's.

"I'm sorry about your family, too," he whispers into Simon's hair, and Simon leans back to hold Baz's cheek.

"It was a long time ago," Simon whispers back.

"I know. But it still hurts."

That night, right after Simon had gotten home, he gets ready for bed. He feels really relaxed from the date, and he knew fixing his sleep schedule probably isn't a bad idea.

So Simon showers, put on pajamas, brushes his teeth, and gets in bed. And Simon swore that he'd never tell Baz that he played classical music on Spotify while he was falling asleep.

A/N: Haha wow that got sad at the end there. I was gonna end it with another "thats gay" joke then I decided to just leave it on this angsty note. And then I decided that was a Bit Much™ so I added something a little more lighthearted.