Disclaimer: I don't own Wicked

Warning: Galinda isn't as perfect in this one as she is in most stories… she has her reasons for doing what she does though. Please forgive me

Elphaba lay awake, listening to the soft sound of Galinda's breathing. Her blonde hair tickled Elphaba's cheek and her eyelashes fluttered against her neck, for the blonde was far away, lost to dreams. It was only a month into their newfound relationship, but Elphaba was happier than ever. At least that's what she told herself.

There seemed to be some underlying tension between the two of them, a budding feeling of uncertainty in the green girl's stomach. She could no longer sleep at night, even with Galinda in her arms, and she'd gotten a B on her last test. A B! Something was wrong, horribly wrong, but every day she pushed the thoughts away. She didn't want to believe that anything could be wrong, off, in the relationship she'd desired for so long.

"Elphie?" Galinda mumbled, snuggling closer, before lapsing back into sleep.

Elphaba's dark thoughts immediately fled, something Galinda could do so easily now. Every touch, every kiss, pushed them away into the dark recesses of Elphaba's mind. Everything was fine, everything was perfect. What could be wrong?

X X X

The next day at lunch, Elphaba was eating lunch by herself, every so often glancing at Galinda where she was sitting with Fiyero, Avaric, Pfannee and Shenshen. She didn't like how close Fiyero was sitting to her girlfriend, or the way their hands would occasionally brush together. It was a growing annoyance that Galinda chose to spend lunch with them instead of her. Galinda even insisted upon keeping their relationship a secret.

She looked away, simultaneously pushing her thoughts away yet again. The signs made sense, they were the pieces of a puzzle she refused to put together. If something was going on Galinda wasn't telling her about, Elphaba would force herself to find out the hard way, because the knowledge was simply too much. She wouldn't ask questions, she would remain ignorant. Ignorance is bliss.

That afternoon when classes were over, Elphaba rushed back to her room and flung the door open. Galinda was waiting on the other side, blue eyes bright as she met Elphaba, and the rest of the world was lost in desperate kisses and fleeting touches. Galinda's soft fingers tangled in Elphaba's silky black hair, and she caught her bottom lip in between her own, causing the green girl to moan quietly. With each break in the kiss Elphaba could smell the smaller girl's sweet breath, intoxicating her.

Needing to be closer, Elphaba pressed her against the door, barely noticing the sound it made as it slammed shut under their weight. A verdant hand made its way across fair skin, under Galinda's skirt, while Galinda's hand inched under Elphaba's shirt. Elphaba pulled away just then, breaking their heated contact just as quickly as it had begun.

"Elphie…" Galinda whined, her soft voice and shining eyes were almost enough to bring Elphaba back to her. Almost.

"I can't Galinda… not yet. Not until I'm sure." Elphaba's voice was quiet and her eyes were on the floor.

"Sure about what?"

"…You."