AU: I found this in my livejournal from way back in 2005! Crikey! Now I do feel old ;)


She had a legacy to uphold. A family name; tradition. If she let the family name down, she'd be disowned. If her parents found out that she could actually have these feelings.. she'd be disowned. But would she rather be disowned by her family, or her own heart, discarding her feelings? She tossed over in her bed; it was after 3 am, and Elphaba was asleep in the bed over the opposite side of the room, looking so peaceful. Glinda turned and watched her for a moment. She could see the steady rise and fall of Elphie's chest as she breathed. The room was so quiet, you could literally hear a pin drop. Who was she kidding? She wasn't going to get any sleep tonight. She had too much on her pretty young mind to let her sleep. Sitting up, she reached over into the bedside drawer, and pulled out a pink fluffy diary which was embedded with diamonds. There was even a pen to match. She flicked on the dull lampshade next to her, and peered over in Elphaba's direction, making sure she hadn't woken her up. Thankfully, no, she was still absorbed in her slumber. Fiddling with the lock on the diary, she finally got it open and turned to the next blank page.

Glinda Upland had kept a diary ever since she was a little girl; and to this day, she still had every single one. She scrawled into it furiously, seemingly releasing some sort of pent-up emotion into her trusted companion. She wasn't one for angst, but recently it'd been all she'd been able to write. For the first time in her life, Glinda hadn't gotten something she wanted so desperately. This, was not a good thing. She was one to always have her own way.. but she couldn't have this.

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The offensive rays of daybreak forced their way through the curtains into Elphaba and Glinda's dorm room. Elphaba stirred, yawned and opened her eyes. Squinting, she rubbed at them and sat up. Pulling her hair into a pony tail, she got out of bed and saw that Glinda had fallen asleep while in the midst of writing in that damn diary. Every day for the past week she'd been writing in that thing. She walked over towards the blonde, and turned off her bedside light, lifting the diary out of Glinda's lap. She hadn't meant to catch a glimpse of what she had been writing the night before, but she couldn't help herself. Besides, when one see's one's name anywhere, one is bound to be intrigued. Elphaba opened the drawer to place the diary back in, but not before she had finished the page, well, up to where Glinda had fallen asleep, that is. The brunette couldn't believe what she was reading; she shut the diary in stunned silence, closing the lock over the sides and placed it, along with the pen, back into the drawer. Glancing back at Glinda, she found herself being met by a pair of wide eyes, and cheeks with a blush so red it looked as though she had caught the pox.

"Elphie -" Glinda began, but before she had a chance to finish her sentence, her lips were met in a bruising kiss. Shocked with the force of Elphaba's kiss, she kissed the green girl back furiously. All the things she had wrote in the diary, all the things she wanted to say to Elphaba for so, so long, seemed to pour out into the kiss. And Elphaba accepted them all gratefully.