"Yang?"

The blonde huntress turned at the awkward mention of her name. Her amethyst eyes focused on her partner who was standing a short distance behind her. "Yeah, Blake, what's up?"

She watched admirably as her long time teammate, partner, and, as of a year ago, girlfriend fidgeted with the collar of her white, huntress jacket. Her ink black hair fluttered down to her waist like waves of silk; clashing beautifully against her pale skin. A pair of black and violet feline ears twitched furiously from the sea of hair on top of her head, since she didn't see the point of wearing her bow when it was just the two of them anymore, while her "human" ears tinted a slight pink. Even her bright, amber eyes glanced away nervously. It wasn't too often that Yang got to see the love of her life act like the skittish kitten that her Faunus heritage took after, but she always relished it.

Blake cleared her throat and shuffled closer to her girlfriend, grabbing her arm as they walked down the park trail casually. "You know I love you, right?"

This caused Yang to raise an eyebrow curiously. Making any of her usual jokes and puns was definitely not a good idea right now when her girlfriend was suddenly being so awkwardly serious, but the Faunus' declaration didn't stop the telltale signs of love and admiration from fluttering in her belly as it caused her heart to race and a bright smile to spread across her face. She was beginning to think that these physical side-effects would never go away no matter how long they were together, and she was perfectly fine with that.

She nuzzled her face into Blake's soft hair affectionately. "Of course I do, and you know I love you too, right?"

"Mm-hmm," Blake hummed back as she rubbed her head under Yang's chin. The blush deepened in hue as it slowly spread across her cheeks. "That's why I think that we should," an audible swallow sounded from her throat, "well…I think we should take the next step in this relationship."

Yang blinked in confusion. "No offense, Blake, but we've already crossed the sex threshold quite some time ago."

A stifled groan threatened to escape her lips. By all that was good in this world did it take them a long time to finally cross that threshold; despite the fact that they had been the best of friends and partners for four years in Beacon, they had decided to take the relationship slow. Agonizingly slow in Yang's opinion, but when they finally decided they were ready for the next step on their six month anniversary she was glad they had decided to wait.

Blake shook her head impatiently. "No, I'm not talking about that, Yang." She held the brawler's hand in hers and stared at the scars that littered the skin on her beloved's knuckles. "I-I want you to meet my parents…"

The little hamster that ran in the wheel that powered Yang's brain must have had a heart attack or a stroke because she could not quite wrap her mind around what her girlfriend had just said. Did Blake just say that she wanted her to meet her parents? Never in the five years that they had known each other had she ever mentioned any parental figures to anyone in team RWBY or team JNPR; especially not to her.

Wait… Blake wanted her to meet her parents? She had never met any of her previous relationship's parents before! Mainly because she usually cut it off before it ever got that far, or because she broke it off when the other person even mentioned it.

It wasn't that she was afraid of people's parents….Okay that was kind of the reason…. She never really got high approval ratings from her friend's parental figures as a kid….

Oh, this was bad. No, this was good! This was her chance to show Blake just how much she truly means to her! She will go and meet Big Mama and Papa Belladonna and prove to them that she is the best for their precious little girl.

"Yang?" Blake asked concerned. "Yang, are you alright? Look, if you think it's too soon then we can forget about it. I just thought…"

"I think it's a great idea!" Yang exclaimed, though there was a slight waver in her voice. "You never mentioned your parents before," she crouched down and wiggled her fingers in front of her face ominously, "so I would love to see these mysterious feline, ninja parents of yours!"

A small giggle sounded from Blake's lips and she kissed her hyperactive girlfriend on the forehead. "Thank you. That means so much to me; you don't even know."

Yang beamed at the more relaxed Faunus and stood up to her full height before pulling her into the tight embrace that was her signature bear hug. "Of course, Blake, I love you. You know I'd do practically anything to make you happy."

Dammit! Where was all that confidence now?

Yang could barely keep her hands from shaking as her grip tightened on the handlebars of her beloved motorcycle, Bumblebee. She had decided that, since she had no idea how she should dress in order to make a good first impression with a pair of parental figures that she herself had assumed to be dead, she would dress as boringly professional as possible. Unfortunately, that made a normally enjoyable ride through the city a little more uncomfortable than she would have liked.

Everything just felt so…restricted! Her legs felt bound from the pair of dark grey jeans she was wearing, the buckle from her black belt was digging into her abdomen, and the brown, long sleeved, button up dress shirt was completely fastened up to the topmost button that would allow. She could practically hear the poor things screaming against the strain of trying to cover her hefty bust. At least she had decided to wear her iconic, yellow tank top underneath to help hide her assets, or else that would have been a problem.

As uncomfortable as her outfit was, there were a few things that Blake had allowed her to wear. She was still wearing her knee high riding boots; they were just hiding underneath her pant leg. Her black riding gloves were still slipped over her hands, her favorite, orange scarf was wrapped around her neck, and she was even given the okay to roll her sleeves up to her elbows.

She hated being so covered up, so restricted! But she had to stay strong. She was doing this for Blake! She could do this!

She felt a small tap on her shoulder and looked to where Blake was pointing. "It's right there!" The faunus yelled over the roar of the engine.

Yang swallowed hard as she gazed at the upcoming house. It was a nice little single story home located just next to the outskirts of the city, between the middle class houses and high class mansions. The building was painted pure white with black trim around the, also black, door and windows and a black roof. There was a small garage with a driveway next to the main building, and a small garden filled with purple roses on the opposite side of the house.

Small, sophisticated, it was almost exactly what she imagined Blake's family home to look like actually. The only thing that was missing was the trip wires and ninja booby-traps. Granted, those could still be inside the small dwelling.

Yang eased her motorcycle into the driveway and cut the engine. "This is it," she thought as she removed her helmet. She set the protective device on her handlebars and extended her hand to Blake to help her steady herself as she dismounted without even thinking. The act had originally started off as a joke, but as the number of motorcycle rides increased, she just found herself doing it on instinct.

She couldn't help but stare appreciatively at her girlfriend as she removed her custom made helmet and shook off any trace of helmet hair, or helmet ear in this case. Blake was wearing a knee length, black skirt with her usual, black, heeled boots, a purple blouse, and a black vest. Yang felt a slight blush color her cheeks as she gave her partner a quick once over.

"No, no, no, bad, Yang!" She scolded herself mentally. "Now is definitely not the time to go all bedroom eyes on your totally hot girlfriend. Her parents are just inside the house. The last thing you need is to start off on the wrong foot."

She dismounted from the black, orange, and yellow machine and glanced back at Blake shyly. Her eyes slowly trailed down to her swinging hips and she slapped herself mentally. "Dammit! Why does she have to look so damn good in that skirt?"

Blake took a deep breath and turned towards her girlfriend. "Alright, this is it." She fidgeted with the straining button on Yang's shirt and kissed her nose. "Are you ready?"

Yang scoffed and propped one hand on her hip. "Kitten, please, I was born ready! What could paw-sibly go wrong?"

A small smile pulled at the edges of Blake's lips. "Alright, but try to take it easy on the puns." The sound of a door closing filled the air. "My parents aren't quite as used to your sense of humor as I am."

"Right," Yang wheezed and cleared her throat.

"Blake?" A warm, oddly sultry voice called.

The two huntresses turned towards the walkway that led around the small, single car garage. A woman who appeared to be in her early thirties was standing with her hands folded in front of her. Her skin was pale as the moon, a white kimono with black trim hugged her features perfectly, and her raven black hair was tied into a bun. Two black cat ears were sitting erect on top of her head as her very cat like, amber eyes misted over.

Yang felt her heart stop in her chest and her breath catch in her throat. "Holy shit," she thought breathlessly. "This woman must be Blake's older sister! She never mentioned having a sister! Granted, she never mentioned having parents either…"

"Mother," Blake greeted happily and rushed to give the older woman a hug.

A small wheeze escaped Yang's throat as a small portion of air seeped into her lungs. "Mother? That's her mother! Holy fuck! Holy fuck! Holy fuck! That's gotta make her almost fifty! Damn! She looks GOOD!"

Blake released her mother and held her at arm's length. "Mom, it's so good to see you! It feels like it's been ages."

"It has been too long, dear," Blake's mother agreed with the same amount of enthusiasm as her daughter. "I'm sorry it's taken us so long to finally get a hold of you again to set up this little get-together, but I am so glad you could come and visit. Your father and I have missed you so much."

"I missed you too," Blake smiled, tears were beginning to form at the corners of her eyes, but she quickly blinked them back. She turned just enough to look at Yang. "Mom, this is my partner, Yang. Yang, this is my mother."

"Oh, so this is the famous Yang Xiao Long you've told us so much about, Blake?" Blake's mother cooed in a way that sounded both loving and teasing at the same time. She held her hand out and smirked. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Yang. My name is Blair."

Yang's eyes widened slightly as her heart immediately began to hammer in her chest from the smirk that Blake's mother was giving her. It had to run in the family, since she remembered Blake giving her the same smirk when they first met in the forest on their very first assignment at Beacon. The only difference was that this smirk held a more "knowing" look to it, and it definitely gave the older woman a more deadly look.

"The pleasure's," Yang's voice cracked slightly and she cleared her throat, "the pleasure's mine, Blair." She shook the older faunus' hand firmly, but not too firm. The last thing she wanted to do was break her girlfriend's mother's hand.

Wow, there seemed to be a lot of "last things" she wanted to do today.

The two released each other's hands, and before Yang could even think about what she was about to say, her mouth betrayed her. "I can definitely see where Blake gets her amazing looks from. Genetics like that must just be too fine for one feline, huh?"

Her eyes tripled in size and she felt her blood turn to ice in her veins. She slapped her hand to her mouth. Did she just say that out loud? Oh, please tell her she did not just say that out loud!

By the way Blake was glaring at her; it would appear that she said it out loud.

The sound of a teakettle squeal filled the air as Yang's silent shriek was muffled behind her hand. "Three minutes, Yang! You couldn't even go three minutes without making a complete ass of yourself!"

She closed her eyes and prayed to whatever higher power watched over this world. In the name of dust, let her end be swift and merciful. May Blake use her Gambol Shroud to put a peaceful end to her life, amen.

Instead of feeling the sharp blade of Blake's weapon slicing through her very being, Yang heard a soft chuckle fill the air. She slowly eased her eyes open and saw Blair giggling to herself.

"My, my, my," Blair giggled girlishly. "It would appear that your girlfriend is flirting with me, Blake, and with such witty play on words; or should I say 'catty' play on words? I know you mentioned how she tends to tell horrid puns at inopportune moments, but I do find it to be a nice change of pace. I can see how she charmed her way into your heart."

Yang and Blake's jaws bounced off the concrete walkway and clicked back into their respective joints. Well, Blake's jaw returned to its proper slot. Yang's seemed perfectly content just lying on the cement like a lazy hound dog.

"Mother!" Blake squealed. "H-How did you know she was my-"

"Sweetheart, I'm not your father," Blair explained coolly. "I could tell just by the way you talked about her that you loved her; plus I was able to catch on that she was a female by the small hints you gave in your letters. Also, you have never brought someone home before, so that was another big giveaway."

Oh, yes, this woman was definitely a force to be reckoned with. Now Yang knew where Blake got all her sneaky wits from. What was the saying again? Like mother like daughter?

A loud explosion filled the air as the sound of the front door slamming echoed across the lush, green yard. "Blair," a deep, booming voice called out, "is our little Princess Blakey Pie here yet? I thought I heard a motorcycle roll up and a couple of new voices."

Yang nearly knocked out three of her own teeth in her haste to cover her mouth and subdue the roaring fit of laughter that threatened to rip from her gut. Princess Blakey Pie? Oh, Blake was never going to live that one down!

Her uncontrollable snorts and gasps of laughter were short lived, however. The ground began to vibrate under her feet as the sound of heavy footfalls got closer and closer to their position. She turned her attention back to the garage and felt any hope of survival suddenly abort the mission.

No one would have been entirely wrong if they had wanted to call this Faunus a man, but Yang was pretty sure that a mountain had suddenly rounded the corner of the garage. Whatever this person was, he was absolutely huge! In prospective to Blair and Blake, who were relatively the same size, they only came up to the middle of this guy's massive chest. He had ink black hair speckled with grey sideburns, steely hazel eyes, slightly tanned skin with a prominent scar across his cheek, a strong, square jaw covered in a black and grey speckled beard, a shoulder span that was probably the same length as Bumblebee's seat, and muscle stacked on muscle that strained against the oddly formal business suit he wore.

The monster of a man placed his massive hand on Blair's shoulder, covering the area from the crook of her neck to the curve of her shoulder where it connected to her arm; revealing razor sharp, black claws. Yang took this little discovery as a chance to notice his other Faunus features. Unlike Blake or her mother, he did not have cat ears on the top of his head, but she would have placed perfectly good money saying that he probably had some pretty sharp fangs hiding behind that scowl of his. Other than the black claws, eyes, and muscle mass, the only trait he had was a long, sleek, black tail waving calmly behind him.

Forget being a mountain. This guy was a mighty black panther God in Faunus form! A small, wavering smirk spread across Yang's lips. Well, only a God could give birth to a Goddess, right?

"Daddy!" Blake exclaimed in a very un-Blake-like tone and rushed up to the large, Faunus man standing next to her mother.

"Kitty Cub!" The man bellowed, revealing razor sharp fangs, and held his arms open wide. Blake leapt into her father's awaiting embrace and giggled when he growled affectionately as he spun her around with little effort.

Yang watched as Blake's father set his "Kitty Cub" down gently on the ground catatonic shock. Her eyes were the size of dinner plates, her shoulders were slumped, her arms were dangling uselessly in front of her, and her mouth was slightly agape. This whole experience was slowly chipping away the reputation Blake had built up.

It was oddly adorable…yet unsettling knowing that the deadly huntress, and sexy little kitten, she knew was such a….daddy's girl.

Blake beamed at her father then turned towards Yang cautiously. "Yang, this is my father. Daddy," she placed a delicate hand on the man's massive arm, "this is my partner, Yang. She's the one I've told you and mother about."

Something was telling Yang that her partner had left few out a few details about their relationship when she talked to her parents. If she had doubted what her mother had ever so discreetly disclosed, the look Big Papa Belladonna was giving her definitely confirmed that sneaking suspicion. She was going to have to have a very long, heart-to-heart talk with her girlfriend when they got back home.

Big Papa Belladonna narrowed his eyes at Yang and took a few earth shattering steps towards her. "This is your partner, Blake?" He asked in slight confusion.

Again, before her mind could process what she was about to say, Yang's mouth started spewing out words.

"Yes, Sir," she confirmed with a bright smile that would hopefully hide her underlying anxiety. She held her hand out. "My name is Yang Xiao Long. It's a pleasure to meet you."

The large, panther-like Faunus glared down at her with predatory eyes. "No offense, Miss Long. I didn't think that my little girl would be bringing a woman home; much less a human woman."

He crossed his arms firmly across his chest. "I was expecting a strapping young man after hearing all the stories about the 'amazing, blonde brawler'. I have some difficulty believing that you're the one Blake has been talking so fondly about."

Yang felt her blood begin to run hot. Did he just?

"Daddy, look, I can explain-" Blake tried to intervene, but her mother gently placed a hand on her arm and nodded towards Yang. Blake followed her mother's gaze and felt her eyes widen in surprise.

Instead of cowering in fear like most people did in the presence of her father, a haughty smirk had coveted Yang's lips as her hands balled into fists at her sides. She wedged one set of knuckles into her hip and stared up at Big Papa Belladonna defiantly. "Well, no offense, Mr. Belladonna, but I was expecting to see a fat house cat instead of a giant black panther. I guess we're both a little disappointed."

The two squared off in the driveway for a good minute. Burning amethyst eyes locked with steely hazel as they waited to see who would back down. When neither side seemed to move, it was Big Papa Belladonna who broke the stare down.

A loud eruption of laughter burst from the man's gut. "I'll be a monkey Faunus' uncle! This girl's got some spunk!"

"Blake!" All the air was knocked out of Yang's lungs as Big Papa Belladonna clapped his massive hand on her back and pulled her into his side, nearly crushing her in the process. "You'll have to bring this girl around more often! I like her!"

Blake would have smiled from ear to ear knowing that her father approved of Yang, but she was focused on the fact that he was unconsciously breaking every bone in her girlfriend's body to celebrate. "Uh…Daddy….y-you're um…"

"Bagheera, darling, you're crushing the poor girl," Blair stated bluntly.

Big Papa Belladonna blinked in confusion and looked down at a semi-crushed Yang hanging limply at his side. "Oh! Oops! Sorry about that, Yang. I didn't mean to hurt you."

"It's no problem, Sir," Yang wheezed. Was this what everyone felt when she gave them her famous bear hug. Dear Lord, did she have a long list of people to apologize to.

"Wonderful! But you can call me Bagheera, Little Lady," the panther Faunus beamed. He released Yang's bruised shoulders and joined his wife by the garage. "Why don't we all go inside? I'd like to get to know our little girl's girlfriend a little better."

"That sounds like a wonderful idea," Blair seconded coolly. She turned to Blake and smiled fondly. "We'll meet you two in the house. I think you might have to give Yang a little help getting up the walkway."

Blake turned towards Yang and was able to catch her before she collapsed onto her motorcycle. "Yang, it's alright. I have you."

"Did I miss something?" Yang groaned. "One second I thought your dad was going to rip out my jugular, and the next he's crushing me in a panther hug."

"I'm surprised you were able to tell he was a panther Faunus without anyone telling you," Blake admitted. "Don't worry. It would seem that both of my parents like you, so we're in the clear."

"Oh, good!" Yang laughed lightly. "I thought I had really messed up there. First it was the unintentional pun with your mom then talking back to your dad."

"Yes, I'm rather surprised that they didn't kill you for those." Blake slowly helped Yang up the walkway to the front door of her parent's house. A small giggle from the delirious blonde suddenly caught her attention. "What's so funny?"

Yang snickered impishly. "Princess Blakey Pie."

Blake dropped her girlfriend onto the front porch and entered the house.