Blanche Deveraux had been known as 'the town slut' since she was 23. She had slept with so many men, it wasn't even funny. She could never decide whether to be proud of that title, or to be completely disappointed in herself.

Men were such hogs. All they thought about was sex and money. Blanche couldn't even count all the times she had been grabbed at by some desperate old geezer who was looking for some fun. And they knew that if they needed a pleasin', Blanche Deveraux was the one to go to. She thought that with this title, she would never be able to find love.

And then she fell for Dorothy Zbornak.

Now I know what you're thinking. She's called 'the town slut' because she slept with countless men. Why on earth would she be in love with a woman?

Because Dorothy had been her best friend for 20 years, and Blanche knew just the kind of person she was. She was stern, but sweet. She had a sensitive side, which she only showed to certain people. Dorothy had been the one who had helped her out of her depression, when she was first called that horrible title. After weeks of not knowing what to feel, she figured out her heart_ Dorothy was the one she needed, and wanted.

Dorothy was such a wonderful person in so many ways. Her smile made Blanche's heart soar for miles. Her touch sent her stomach on a parade of backflips. Her kiss_ lord, it caused Blanche a combination of both of those things.

The little things, though_ those were what made her such an amazing girlfriend. She always let out a sigh when Blanche would beg for some "sugar," as she called it, but would always follow it up with a smile and a sweet comment, like "Why not, pumpkin?" or something of that nature.

Blanche loved her voice. It was feminine, but so deep. It reminded her of velvet. Smooth, but with a bit of a rough feel to it. Whenever Blanche was sad or had a long day, Dorothy would dim the lights and cuddle her on the couch, singing to her with that wonderful voice. The words came so gently, filling the room with such warmth Blanche swore that Sophia had turned up the heater again.

Dorothy would joke with her, too. Whenever she was being a grump, Dorothy would put on a stupid grin and say "Uh-oh. I think somebody got up on the wrong side of the bed." And when Blanche tried to walk away, Dorothy would scoop her up from behind and spin her around, that joyful, gorgeous laugh filling the room. It never failed to pull Blanche put of whatever funk she happened to be in. She would always reward Dorothy with a kiss, and that was that.

There were more, definitely. But there were so many more, she couldn't even name them all. Her brain desperately tried to pull all of them together, but it was honestly impossible. Her head swirled, until the velvety voice she loved so much yanked her out of her thoughts.

"Blanche? Is everything alright, honey?" Dorothy asked.

"Yes, I'm fine." The statement came out much snappier than Blanche had meant for it to.

Dorothy's concerned look slowly spread into the familiar stupid grin. "Uh-oh," she said.

"Dorothy_ AH!" Blanche squealed with pure delight as Dorothy scooped her up out of the kitchen chair and spun her around, her laugh ringing throughout the kitchen.

Blanche shrieked with laughter. "Dorothy! Oh, goodness!" she whooped. Dorothy lowered her to the ground, but held her close. "How was your day, Blanche?"

"Oh, it was alright. It got better when a certain lady walked in, though," Blanche said. "Much better," she added in a seductive tone.

Dorothy scoffed and smiled. "Who said you were getting 'sugar'?"

"Please, Dorothy? C'mon, it's almost been a week."

"…Oh, fine. Later, though. Rose and Ma are going to be back with dinner soon."

"Alrighty. Long as I get some sugar from my sugar," Blanche said, giggling at the lame pun.

Dorothy smiled. "You big nerd."

Blanche laughed as Dorothy pulled her into a kiss, right then and there.