Disclaimer: If Guiding Light/the girls were mine the show would air on HBO or Showtime and they'd be the only two characters.
A/N: Written solely for the International Day of Femslash!
Blake was the type of person who would try anything once. Whether it be food, skydiving (not her favorite), publishing in a new genre, or sex. But in this case, she was a little nervous about her new foyer.
Currently, she was sitting on a stool at the only bar in town that had a ladies night, and it was- ladies night that is.
She wasn't sure what she'd been expecting. Something over the top, flashier maybe? But it was exactly like any other night she'd ever spent in a bar, except for the lack of testosterone. Which she found she kind of liked. There was less pressure to put on a show. She could be herself for a change.
Blake had been there for less than a half hour, subtly checking out a few woman through the mirror behind the bar (maybe Natalia had been onto something before she up and left? they really were more attractive than anything with a Y chromosome), when out of the corner of her eye she spotted a familiar face. A very surprising familiar face.
Making her way over to the woman's table, she hid a growing smirk behind the rim of her drink. Oh, this was going to be fun.
"Well, well, well," she said, sauntering to a stop at the woman's side, "Doris Wolfe. You are the last person that I ever expected to run into here."
She watched as Doris' gaze swung up to meet hers, doing the best deer in the headlights impression that she'd seen in a long time, before her face hardened.
"Why does this keep happening to me?"
Blake snorted, sliding into the chair next to her, "Mind if I take a seat?"
Doris looked outraged, "Of course I mind! Go away."
"What?" she scoffed, "Will I ruin your game? I hate to break it to you, but that awful hat you're wearing already has."
"This is an absolute nightmare," Doris sighed.
Plucking the offending hat from her head, she laid it on the table between them before rubbing her temples in a circular motion. Her body sagged. She looked so worn down, broken even.
Maybe this hadn't been such a good idea?
"What, am I that bad?" Blake joked halfheartedly.
Doris laughed sardonically, "Of course you are! The entire town will know that I was here within twenty-four hours. I'm not exactly looking forward to the scandal."
"Why does everyone think I'm gonna rat them out?" she huffed.
"I don't know. Experience maybe?"
Blake frowned, "I've learned to keep my mouth shut, thank you."
"Sure," Doris downed the rest of her drink, "I'll believe it when I see it."
If only she knew! First Olivia and Natalia's relationship and now hiding Natalia's unplanned pregnancy? She might as well start taking numbers, 'cause apparently her psychiatrist couch was open for business.
"Your secret is safe with me, Doris. Springfield will never know that their precious Mayor Wolfe is a big, bad lesbian," she stood, resting a hand on the other woman's shoulder, "From me anyways."
She was about halfway back to the bar when Doris called out to her.
"Blake?"
Looking back, she met the Mayor's sad eyes.
"Thank you."
Blake smiled and nodded, deciding to take it one step further. Maybe making a new friend in the process.
"Can I offer you a ride home?"
Doris seemed torn. Brow furrowed, fingers twined tightly together in her lap.
"I'm driving that way anyways," she cajoled, "It's not a problem to drop you off. Really."
"Alright," Doris frowned, grabbing her hat, "but this still doesn't mean I like you."
Biting her lip to keep herself from laughing, Blake set her empty martini glass on the counter and slung her purse over her shoulder.
"Of course not. We couldn't have that, could we?"
End.