Baz hated dogs. It wasn't that he was scared of them, or had some tragic backstory about getting attacked; he just didn't like them. He didn't care to admit it but in his first weeks of craving blood he killed his neighbors old dog, Dracula. If he hadn't felt so terrible about it he probably would have stopped to laugh at the irony. From then on he had an even stronger dislike for dogs; simply because they reminded him of hard times. So, when Simon suggested that they go down to the kennels to see puppies, Baz was not on board. At first. And Simon did the thing. It was like he morphed into a small child who had mastered the art of begging; except with more kissing. He let his curls fall in front of his face and glanced up at Baz with large, well, puppy eyes, for lack of a better word. He stepped forward and grabbed his hand, intertwining their fingers in a way Baz would never tire of.

"Come on, Baz," he whispered, subtly moving closer, "just for me?" Baz forced himself to step backwards.

"You know I hate dogs, Snow. Why don't we go to that bakery place?" Simon closed the distance again and came so close that when he spoke his words tickled Baz's lip. Baz sucked in a breath and Simon grinned; he was winning.

"As much as I enjoy watching you lick cookie frosting off your lips," he slid his finger across Baz's mouth, earning another gasp. "I think I would rather watch puppies licking your face. Plus, maybe you like dogs now and just don't know it. You haven't seen a dog in years." Baz, still reeling from Simon touching him, just sighed. All of their arguments ended like this; Simon's touch was the only thing that could distract him from bickering. He finally nodded and Simon's grin burst into a full blown smile.

"Yes!" he yelled, throwing his arms around Baz's waist, "Best vampire boyfriend ever!" Baz rolled his eyes and did his best to smother the smirk trying to take over his face. The smirk won. He returned Simon's hug and pressed a kiss to his curls. Simon looked up and his eyes quickly turned from excited to filled with something else. He tried to peck Baz on the lips, but their pecks never really stayed pecks. Baz let his hands fall to Simon's waist and tilted his head to kiss him. Simon slipped his hands into Baz's jean pockets to pull him closer.

"This is why you should always wear jeans," he muttered against Baz. Baz reluctantly pulled away and rested his forehead against Simon's. "The kennel closes at 5. If we go now we will have a whole hour." Right. Baz had forgotten about the whole dog thing. He tended to forget about a lot of things when he was kissing Simon, but he didn't really care to try and fix that.

With one last kiss to Simon's jaw he said, "Alright I'll go get ready."

Baz was tense the whole car ride over, and when Simon grabbed his hand it was practically shaking. Simon pulled into the kennel driveway and parked the car, turning to face Baz before taking off his seatbelt.

"Babe, if you're that upset about this I'm not going to force you in there. You know I never wanna hurt you," Simon said holding Baz's trembling hands in his own.

"I'm not scared," he said indignantly, "it's just that one time. Well. You're gonna hate me, Si."

"That's ridiculous. I hated you for 7 years and it didn't work. Only love now." He leaned across the seat and pressed his lips quickly against Baz's.

"Ok, well we will see if you still feel this way after my story. Right after I hit puberty and started craving blood I had no where to go. I was so hungry, Si, it was excruciating. I couldn't think straight...I wasn't thinking straight. And the neighbor's dog was right there, and it was an old thing, probably only had a couple years left." Simon figured it out before Baz said it and screwed his eyes shut. But he squeezed Baz's hands to tell him to keep going. "I went over there and I hit him in the head with a rock. It knocked him out cold. It was fast, I tried to make it fast, I swear. I didn't want him to hurt, I just needed blood, and it was better than killing his owner. And then I drank. Ever since then every time I see a dog I feel like it knows what I did. It's stupid, I know. " Simon's eyes were still shut but he opened them when Baz stopped talking.

"Baz, that's the least stupid thing I've heard. I accidentally killed a baby bird once and I felt terrible. I can't even imagine what you had to go through," He leaned across the seat enough so that Baz could lean his head against his shoulder. "Let's just go home."

"No. I want to go in. I can't avoid them forever, I might as well do this now while you're with me."

"Ok, good. Now as much as I love you leaning on me like that, sitting in the seat like this is making me cramp in muscles I didn't know I had." Baz snorted and got out of the car.

Baz trembled and complained all the way to the puppy room, but the second they went in everything changed. It's not that there was some big moment when Baz saw the fuzzy creatures and fell in love. No. Baz wasn't even looking at the dogs. Instead, he was staring at his boyfriend, his best friend, the man who made him smile, his chosen one. The way his eyes lit up when they walked in to the room touched Baz in a place that only Simon could. Simon had made Baz so happy the past few years and Baz wanted so badly to return the favor. So, the decision had been made before Baz had even set eyes on the puppies; they were getting a dog.

"Simon," Baz said, poking his distracted boyfriend in the shoulder.

"Hm?"

"Let's get one." At this Simon's head snapped up momentarily distracting him from the tiny creature trying to lick his face.

"What? " he whisper yelled, eliciting an eye roll from his boyfriend.

"You heard me, Snow. Let's get a dog. We've got plenty of room and the apartment manager allows pets. You obviously love them and I guess they aren't all that bad. So let's just get one."

After a few long seconds of Simon staring at him in disbelief, his face split into a blinding smile and he was on his feet in a fraction of a second. He threw his arms around Baz's neck and jumped so his legs were wrapped around his waist, his face buried in his neck. Baz stumbled back with the impact of the surprisingly heavy boy, but recovered quickly enough to press a kiss to Simon's curls before gently removing him from his torso.

"I'm gonna take that as a yes." He said, not even bothering to try and hide his excitement. Simon checked to make sure the room was empty, besides the dogs of course, before kissing Baz hard right on the lips. Baz grunted in surprise before quickly returning the gesture. He gently pushed Simon backwards until he was pressed up against a kennel, and then lifted him up to sit on it. Simon's laugh was swallowed by Baz as he grabbed the back of Simon's neck and pulled him even closer. Had they not been in a puppy kennel, the make out session definitely would have intensified, but instead they were interrupted by something small and wet against Baz's ankle. Baz pulled back from a dazed Simon and looked down in surprise to see a small black and white puppy licking the skin between his jeans and his sock.

Simon snickered and pressed one last kiss to Baz's cheek before hopping off the kennel, "I think we found someone else who likes you in jeans, Baz." Baz chose to ignore the comment, instead opting to lean down and scoop up the puppy. He held the dog awkwardly away from him and laughed.

"Simon look, he has your eyebrows!" he said, getting as close to giggling as he could. The small puppy did indeed have two blonde patches right above his eyes that looked remarkably like Simon's brows. Simon just chuckled and took the dog out of Baz's arms and into his own; Baz didn't know how to hold the puppy correctly and the poor thing looked extremely uncomfortable.

The little dog squirmed around in Simon's arms and poked his head up to give him a slobbery kiss. Baz laughed.

"So, he likes me in jeans and he likes kissing you," he said, pressing his lips against the puppy's head and then Simon's, "I'd say we've found our match." Simon's smile gave him all the answer he needed.