A/N- So, I've had about half a year's worth of writer's block, and recently, I managed to pop this partial story out of my razzled little brain. If you like it, and want to see it continued, please let me know! Otherwise, I'll just take it down... Remember: reviews are love! Please love me?

Hold out, my sweet, if you can...hold out.

Glinda lay awake, her mind an ocean, thoughts swirling. Fiyero slept on, breathing softly against the back of her neck. Dear Oz, how had she gotten here?

"There's a party at the Ozdust Ballroom tomorrow night! It's invitation only, and I got one! Goodness, what am I going to wear?"

Glinda flitted around the room in a flurry of frills and ruffles. She threw open the closet doors, and suddenly the air was filled with dresses, skirts, and shoes. Elphaba attempted to ignore the fashion storm by burying her nose in a book, but when an errant slipper nearly knocked her off the bed, she sighed and set the book down.

"Glinda, love, you've been to parties before. What's so special about this one?"

Glinda huffed, then crossed the room and sat beside her on the bed.

"Haven't you heard, Elphie? There's going to be an agent there from Nouveau Riche Modeling! I have to look my best…I could get a contract! Could you imagine?"

Glinda's eyes sparkled and the excitement radiating from her body was palpable. Elphaba smiled and wrapped her arms around Glinda, nuzzling her nose into her hair and breathing in the soft scent of roses.

"I think you always look your best, my sweet. There's no way you won't get a contract, unless the agent is completely blind. In which case, maybe I should give it a try, no?"

Glinda playfully slapped Elphaba's arm, and Elphaba chuckled, pulling Glinda closer for a kiss. Suddenly, Glinda pulled away and dove back into her closet. Elphie found herself puckered up to thin air.

"I still don't know what I'm going to wear, Elphie! Will you help me look?" Her blue eyes were wide and pleading and Elphie couldn't find the heart to tell her no. She thought back over the outfits she remembered.

"How about that white one you wore when I met you?"

Glinda made a face. "Eeew, that thing? I only wore that because my father made me! I thought it was atrocious!"

Elphaba frowned. "Well, I liked it."

"Elphieeee!"

"Ok, how about the pink one you wore the day I almost let you give me a makeover?"

Glinda giggled. "You mean, the day I put a flower in your hair and you ran out of the room like I just lit your hair on fire?"

"That's the one. Don't forget that you tortured me with lip gloss too!"

"What torture? You tried to eat it!"

"No I didn't! I didn't want it on me!"

"I meant when it was on ME!"

Elphaba blushed. "Oh, yeah… I forgot about that."

Glinda smirked, proud that she got one over on Elphaba. Elphie cleared her throat.

"Uhm, well, anyway, I guess that dress is out of the question. Hmm….what about that lacy little thing you wore the first time we-"

"ELPHABA!"

Elphie resisted a smirk of her own. Suddenly, a shimmery piece of fabric caught her eye from the back of the closet. She stared for a moment, watching the light glint softly. Then, almost in a trance, she slowly crossed the room and pulled out a dress. It was a powder blue, floor-length gown with a layered bodice, off-the-shoulder lace sleeves, and beautiful sequined accents.

"I haven't seen this one before… it's beautiful."

Glinda took it from Elphaba's hands and held it up. "It was actually my mother's prom dress. She insisted that I take it, but I've never found an occasion to wear it. It's just too beautiful…I'm afraid I'll ruin it."

Elphie sat on the edge of the bed. "Will you try it on for me?"

Glinda cocked her head. "Why?"

"Please? I'm just curious to see how it looks on you. Besides, you should practice modeling for when you get that contract."

A sudden smile lit up Glinda's face. "Oh, all right! Just for you, my love. I don't want to jinx my chances!"

She and the dress disappeared into the bathroom.

Forty five minutes later, Glinda's voice rang out from behind the door.

"Close your eyes and keep them closed til I say open them! No peeking!"

Elphaba did as she was told. "Okay, sweetheart. My eyes are closed."

She heard the bathroom door creak open.

"All right… you can look now."

An angel appeared before her as Elphie opened her eyes. Soft golden ringlets framed Glinda's heart-shaped face, and a crystal tiara sat nestled perfectly upon her head. She wore a minimum of makeup, and her perfect pink lips were accented by the merest hint of color. The dress looked like it was made especially for her, accentuating every beautiful curve of her body and exposing her flawless alabaster neck and shoulders. Glinda shyly smiled and twirled around.

"Well? What do you think?"

"You're…absolutely stunning." Elphaba stammered. She couldn't seem to peel her eyes away from the vision before her.

Glinda threw her arms around Elphaba's neck and kissed her softly. "Oh, Elphie…you're so wonderful. I feel so lucky to have you."

A deeper kiss, then sapphire blue eyes met honey gold.

"I think I found my dress for tomorrow."

Glinda was gone by the time Elphaba got back the following evening. She laid her bags down on the bed and stared at her side of the room. Compared to Glinda's, her side of the room was plain, bare, and boring. Kind of like my life, she thought to herself. For the first time, the silence began to get to her, and she decided to go to the pub across from the Ozdust for a drink or two.

Not too long, just to remind myself why I don't interact with my own species.

She threw on a pair of dark gray trousers and a long-sleeved black shirt. Looking in the mirror, she debated with herself over her hair, and decided to wear it down. After she was satisfied with her appearance, she slipped some money and her room key into her pocket, and set out for the pub.

The music swelled as Prince Fiyero led her around the dance floor. Her beautiful dress shimmered and swirled, and she looked positively radiant. It was almost as if she and Fiyero had coordinated outfits, for he was dressed in a dark blue suit with white satin accents. His easygoing charm and roguish confidence had caught her off-guard, and she found herself curiously drawn to him.

After the song had ended, he invited her to sit with him at his table, and brought her glass after glass of punch, which had a "little extra 'punch'", he'd said with a wink and a grin. At first, she was guarded, but after a few drinks, she began to open up.

"So, Miss Glinda…is there anyone special in your life? Besides me, of course…" That grin again.

She hiccupped and giggled. Her face felt warm, and she couldn't tell if it was from the alcohol or the way she kept remembering his arms around her…

No, not possible.

"Welllllllll….if you promise not to tell anyone else," she waited until he swore; "I'm seeing Miss Elphaba."

His grin faltered. "Miss Elphaba…? You mean it's true? I thought that was just a rumor…"

She giggled again. "It's true. There's something about her that is just so…wonderful. Now, I still like boys, y'know…I'm not a lesbian or anything. "

Fiyero laughed, maybe a little too loudly. "Of course not."

He decided tonight, he'd show her that she definitely wasn't a lesbian. A plan began to form in his head.

Glinda drunkenly slapped his chest, and nearly toppled out of her chair. "Come on, 'Yero…I wanna dance some more!"

She stood up and swayed out onto the dance floor. He followed her and caught her just as she began to fall over. She looked up at him.

"Whoopsie! Gosh, I'm such a clumsy girl… wow!" A blush crept up her face.

His dark brown eyes locked onto hers, and she squealed as he swept her off her feet. "Not to worry, Lady Glinda. Your knight in shining armor is here to rescue you!" He carried her into a hall off the main ballroom, and, forgetting the modeling idea altogether and unable to resist herself, she wrapped her arms around his neck and began kissing him. Everything is going according to plan, he thought.

Neither of them was aware they were being watched.

Elphaba chose a small table at the back of the bar that faced the door. She enjoyed observing people interact with each other. It made her feel involved without the actual involvement. A waitress hurried by, calling out "Be right with you!" as she carried a loaded drink tray to a nearby group of college students. Elphaba recognized her as Daria, a quick-witted, but quiet girl in her Composition class who was quite a talented writer. After she had unloaded her tray, she approached Elphaba's table.

Elphie smiled a small smile. "I must say, I never imagined you in a place with all these cretins, Daria."

"Ha. One could say the same for you, Elphaba. What can I get for you tonight?"

"Hmmm…" Elphaba considered a moment. "I think I'll have Tequila Rose."

She thought about the way Glinda's hair smelled, and the fact that her name was Glinda Rose. After the lovemaking they'd done the night before, and the almost certain fact that Glinda had gotten the modeling contract, the drink seemed fitting. Daria nodded approvingly.

"Nice choice, though it's a bit too pink for me."

Elphie smiled again. "As someone told me lately, pink goes well with green."

Daria barked a laugh. "Touché. One Tequila Rose coming right up." She walked away, leaving Elphie to herself.