A/N: I posted this story over on my tumblr, but I wanted to move it over here.
This story is dedicated to checkmater over on tumblr. Hope you enjoy!
This is what she had wanted when she asked Blake to come out tonight, right?
Yang kept turning the question over in her mind as she stepped back to allow Sun to embrace Blake. His movements were stiff and jerky as he led her in their dance, but he soon settled into something resembling a waltz. Blake didn't seem to care, her lips turned up into a small smile as he wrapped his arms around her waist. Her arms circled his neck and a joke about his tie drifted out of her mouth.
Yang moved back into her position at the door, welcoming the students from all over the kingdom, but every so often, her eyes would wander to the Faunus couple on the dance floor. At one point, Blake's laughter filled her ears. It sounded so carefree and Yang felt herself relax at the sound.
This is what she had wanted for her friend going into their earlier conversation. She wanted Blake to rest. She wanted her partner to come out tonight and have a good night. She wanted at least one dance with the Faunus. All these things had come to pass, but Yang still wasn't happy. She wanted to be the one wrapped in Blake's arms. She wanted to be the one to get the girl to laugh at her corny jokes.
More students arrived to the dance, dressed in their best formal wear and Yang tried to focus on welcoming them to the dance. She and Weiss had spent so much time preparing for the event. After all the arguing they did between the fog machines and the dollies, Yang was determined to have a good time. It didn't take long for her eyes to wander to the couple on the dance floor again. She watched as they took a break and Sun directed them towards the drink table. Yang noticed that Blake's legs were a little shaky, but she knew that the weeks that Blake had been starving herself and avoiding sleep weren't going to go away with a simple nap. Still, she seemed to be holding up well. Yang bit her lip as she watched Sun pour her a drink. Full lips parted as the red liquid disappeared and Blake hummed in response. Yang turned away, unable to watch anymore.
She wasn't sure when her worry for her friend had turned into something more, but watching her here with Sun tonight left her feeling almost as bad as watching Blake slowly destroy herself. She shuddered at the thought. How could she even compare the two? She turned back to the door to greet the final members for the night; Emerald and Mercury. They looked lovely and she ushered them into the dance. Her job was done. She turned back to look for the Faunus couple, but they were absent. Yang eyes scanned the room, not catching a sign of unruly blonde hair or the simple blue bow atop her partner's head. She crossed the room to where Weiss was chatting with Ren and Nora and tugged on the heiress' arm.
"Weiss, have you seen Blake and Sun?" she asked. Weiss gestured towards the door, mumbling something about them needing air. Yang nodded and slipped out, trying not to look as worried as she was. What if Blake wasn't feeling well? Was the dance too much for her? What if Sun was trying to make a move on her? She didn't peg Sun for that type of guy, but you could never be too sure these days. Yang always tried to be the carefree kind of person that her team and her friends needed, but deep down, she was easy to obsess and worry.
After their mother died and Yang came up empty on finding her birth mother, Yang was the only parental figure that her sister had. Their father slipped farther away from them every day and their Uncle Qrow was not the fatherly type. Yang learned to be both the mother and sister that Ruby needed growing up. Now they were adults training to become huntresses, and Yang still tried to be both. But now, Yang found herself longing to be there for Blake as well.
Yang searched outside the dance hall to find her teammate and Sun, but they were nowhere to be found. Yang considered briefly going back inside because she knew they were both very capable of taking care of themselves, but her legs carried her farther away. Ten minutes later, Yang found them standing under the statue outside of Beacon, Blake's hands clasped in Sun's larger ones.
Yang stayed out of sight, willing herself to breathe as she watched Sun reach out to brush Blake's cheek. Even in the low light of the night, Yang could see Blake's cheeks burn bright. Yang tried to swallow the lump in her throat as Sun leaned in close, his breath tickling Blake's lips. Yang looked away just as their lips made contact.
This had not been what Yang wanted at all.