Chapter 5: Ch.5

Blake sat on her bed with her laptop on her, well, lap. Her back was against the wall and Ruby couldn't help but look at the woman's glasses. She had stated they only existed for when her contacts were getting on her nerves. Given the test next Friday, Ruby figured that couldn't have been the only thing.

"Hey, Blake?" Ruby asked.

Belladonna looked up from her screen to see her young girlfriend hanging upside-down on the bed. Her head hung over the edge so Ruby's hair just free-fell. Like a dark red and black waterfall.

"Yes?"

Ruby twiddled her fingers, "You look really good with glasses."

"Thanks." 

With that, she went right back to studying. This was something Ruby wanted to avoid happening.

"Can I help with anything?" 

There was a certain need in her voice. Blake didn't catch it though. Her US history research was the only thing she wanted to focus on.

"Just study for your own quiz. I'll be okay," Blake answered.

"I already studied." Ruby groaned. She rolled onto her stomach, "I want to be a good girlfriend and keep you stress-free."

Without missing a beat, "I appreciate that, but I just need to study."

Ruby sighed, "Okay then."

Blake peeked over her laptop one more time. Her girlfriend had gotten her novel out to read. 'Her novel' meaning one of Blake's many romance books. And the look of absolute boredom on the freshman's face was something she couldn't stand. 

She saved her progress and closed her laptop. She laid on Ruby's bed and led the girl's head to her stomach. Blake took the book off Ruby's hands and began to read it to her:

 

"  ‘Christmas won't be Christmas without any presents,’ grumbled Jo, lying on the rug.

‘It's so dreadful to be poor!’ sighed Meg, looking down at her old dress.

‘I don't think it's fair for some girls to have plenty of pretty things, and other girls nothing at all,’ added little Amy, with an injured sniff. "

 

Ruby immediately had some comments on the 'Little Women'.

"They're talking about Weiss, aren't they?"

If Blake didn't pause to laugh, the next few lines would've been incoherent.

-Meanwhile-

Meanwhile, Weiss and Yang were not talking. The Christmas lights in the window were bright enough to have a presence beyond the blinds. Right now, Weiss was listening to a lecture on car parts. The red & green flashing against her tablet screen was mildly distracting, but she didn't exactly want to say anything to her roommate. 

Yang was curling a 30-pound dumbbell as a way to break from studying. The rain outside was a calming background noise. However, she was still thinking about Weiss' actions two days ago.

Maybe she was just relieving stress since this is the last exam of the year. Maybe Yang misheard her. Maybe Weiss was in the closet and had a thing for Blake. Yang inevitably kept her mind on her curls since, to be honest, it wasn't her business.

It wasn't her business if Weiss was straight, or gay, or bi like her. It wasn't her business if Schnee 'meditated' when Yang wasn't in the room. At least she was being considerate. It wasn't Yang's business if her roommate thought about her little sister's girlfriend 'that way'.

The dumbbell went back to its designated spot on the floor next to the dresser and the matching dumbbell. Yang sighed. That last bit of reasoning couldn't be ignored. Anyone else, it wouldn't be her business. She wouldn't give a damn if it were Nora, Professor Cinder, Pyrrha, Jaune, or even herself. But it wasn't. It was Blake. Because it was Blake, it needed to be addressed.

"We need to talk," Yang said bluntly.

Weiss peeked over at Miss Xiao-Long. Her tank top and sweatpants indicated that she intended to spend the day in the dorm. Her hair fell on either shoulder with her hunched over posture. Yang's fingers interlaced, prompting Weiss to wonder how her bionic arm and fingers felt. Lately, Weiss had a fixation with Yang's arms. 

There wasn't anything in particular about her muscles she liked. But, when Yang would hand something to her or if she got close in any way, Weiss's gaze would start at the woman's arms before traveling up to her chest. Just like she was now, Weiss would end up staring at the woman's large bust before realizing Yang was currently speaking.

She took an earbud out and asked, "Pardon?" To her knowledge, Yang hasn't managed to notice Weiss' enticement with her body so far. Unlike Ruby, she didn't blush easily, and the woman was much better at covering things up.

"I said, is there anything going on between you and Blake?" Yang repeated. Her voice was sterner this time.

"I told you, I'm not gay!" Weiss said, looking back to her tablet. Yang had no intention of letting this go without a straight answer.

"Weiss, I'm serious."

Sarcastically, "So am I."

"I am not joking!" Yang stood up. 

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Weiss winced, gripping her tablet. The screen went black, becoming a mirror. The scar over her left eye was the first thing she spotted. Her gaze immediately went to the sheets. 

"Please stop yelling."

"Stop playing with me then. Give me a direct answer. Is there anything going on betwee—"

Weiss cut her off, "No!" She put her tablet down, "Why do you care so much?! I'm not like them!"

Yang had taken a step forward. If Weiss wanted to look her in the eye, she'd be looking up. 

"You were the one moaning Blake's name."

"No, I wasn't!" Weiss snapped. 

Yang's hands were in fists, "Yes, you were. I heard you!"

"You heard wrong! I'm not gay! I'm Not Gay!"

This was becoming a screaming match. The last thing Yang wanted was for the other girls in the house to hear them talking about this. 

Let's say Weiss was in the closet and the people in the next room weren't the silent type. No matter how angry Yang was at that moment, she needed to follow the number one rule in the LGBTQ community.

"Weiss." She said, "Take a breath."

"Why!?" she argued. 

Like always, Weiss had her mind in one place without realizing what was going on around her. A moment went by with neither woman saying anything. In that silence, Weiss asked herself why Yang was so much shorter than she usually was. Also, why she was no longer on her own bed. The answer shocked Weiss. Her hands were tugging on the straps of Yang's top pulling her down to Schnee's eye level.

She let go of her friend, backing away slowly.

"Yang...I-I didn't mean," her breathing was becoming more rapid. "I-I! I'm not-didn't know I-" 

She was fully hyperventilating. Nose flaring and eyes dilated. Her hands were shaking as she almost lost balance. 

Yang put her hands on Weiss' shoulders. She sat her friend back down on the bed and spoke softly. Giving a clear and comforting tone above all else was her goal. 

"Calm down. Listen to me. Take some deep breaths." 

The girl's eyes met as Yang led the exercise. A long inhale through the nose followed by a long exhale out the mouth. They did this again and again, and Yang didn't care how long it'd take. 

Weiss' senses were coming back to her as each exhale left her. She could hear Yang's breath. She could see the flickering of the lights in the corner of her eye. Hands on her shoulders reminded her of why this all happened. When her mind returned, Weiss slumped her shoulders and bowed her head.

"Please don't tell anyone about this." The princess whimpered. 

She felt like tears were about to come but there was something blocking them. The shame she felt was horrid.

Like a reflex, Yang gave the woman a hug.

"I'm sorry," Weiss said.

"It's okay." Yang said, "I'm not mad. Nobody's mad at you."

Weiss returned the hug, "You sure did sound like it."

"I was worried that," Yang stopped before possibly triggering her friend again. "Uh, Blake was cheating on my sister."

"...I guess."

"I guess so too." Yang chuckled, feeling Weiss tighten her grip. "Okay, I'm sorry."

Schnee's face buried deeper into Long's shoulder.

"I'm pretty sure I smell bad."

"You do," Weiss answered. "So, you said you'd be my escort at the Christmas dance right?"

Yang patted her head, "Sure thing you little elf." Weiss looked up glaring at Yang. "Oh come on. You're so short that you need help getting stuff from the top shelf at the store."

Facetiously, "At least I don't suffer from severe back pain."

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