Carry On SnowBaz

Anniversary (5)

Baz

"Simon, wait!" I grab his shoulder to stop him.

"What?" he asks as he turns around. He stands one stair below me which is why he has to look up.

"Where are we going?"

"Outwards."

"Yeah and then?"

"Eat a sandwich. Celebrate. I don't know." He shrugs.

"Okay," I say, following him downstairs. As we reach the door I can't hold myself back. I start to laugh.

"Why are you laughing?"

"This was the most terrible departure I've ever seen!" I put an arm around his waist. "I should teach you so next time this won't be that awkward."

"It wasn't awkward! I...I just didn't want a fight between you two. Or let Penny know that we totally failed at cooking and tried to cast it so it's edible. And I almost killed you. There's nothing funny about that!" He tries to look grumpy.

"Crowley, it is!" I say laughing. Simon has to hold me tight so that I don't fall to the ground out of laughter. Maybe it's an aftermath of the shock I had earlier.

"You should have seen your face!" I keep laughing. "You really could see how your brain worked on an idea to get out of this mess." Gently I tousle his curls.

"All my brain worked out was that we had to leave." He slides back my hand out of his hair. "Otherwise things would get ugly."

"You know that the first thing Bunce will do, is to taste our roast, don't you? I push against the door and shove us both through it. I almost trip over my own feet. Simon catches me and helps me to stand straight.

"She won't," he says and lead us through the front yard. "I told her not to -"

"Don't be that naïve, Snow. Even a deaf and blind person would have got that something is wrong with this stupid dinner. After this performance."

"Oh..." He frowns. "Well, then she knows."

"She will never stop mocking us about this. Never!" I say dramatically. I still can't calm down. Maybe the latest events burned the part of my brain which keeps my normal madness locked. I would be okay with that.

We step to the sidewalk and walk through the snow. Simon's breath forms small clouds. Mine, too. This makes me laugh again.

"Merlin, Baz!" he complains. "You're totally lost!"

"No news," I say. "I'm lost since first year." This makes Simon finally smile. And me giggle. Crowley, I even annoy myself. My stomach hurts already that much, I'm afraid of throwing up.

"Come on," Simon mumbles and wraps his arm around my shoulders. "Let's get a sandwich!"

"Are you still hungry?" I ask grinning.

"Is that a serious question?" Simon replies. "I thought you know me."

"I know you, but you always surprise me again." I turn him rousing around and kiss him. (It's a challenge when you have to laugh while doing it.)

"Maybe I should set you on fire more often," he whispers smiling. "I kind of like this crazy mood."

*

"It is funny," I say while we walk hand in hand through the festively decorated streets. Everywhere are chains of lights and you can hear people singing. It really is time that Christmas is finally over. I slowly get sick of that fucking kitsch everywhere.