Summary: You are the Doctor's date to a very fancy dance. He is a gentleman as always.
Your POV
Glynda arrived at your apartment a couple hours before the ball with the most gorgeous dress you had ever seen and a stylist in tow. It was floor length, with long sleeves and a high neckline (to cover your runes) and in your namesake color with floral accents.
"Oh wow, thank you so much Glynda!" You hugged the small woman in appreciation. The students at Beacon saw her as a terror, but you were quite fond of the huntress. You knew she put up with unreasonable amounts of BS and ran the school and pretty much Vale along with Ozpin. Since Qrow and Oz were both pretty socially inept, Glynda was the one who really helped you adjust to Beacon in the beginning, including taking you shopping for huntress clothing, since you had no idea what you were doing at the time (honestly, do you even now?). "Oh, it's no problem Y/N. I'm glad you like it since we didn't exactly get your input."
"It's beautiful Glynda! I couldn't ask for anything more."
The headmistress smiled and pulled some low heels out of the bag she was carrying. "Now let's try this all on, shall we?"
*A few hours later*
You met Bartholomew in the courtyard as planned and the look on his face had you wondering if Glynda had made some sort of mistake and you were dressed inappropriately.
"Oh my… you look absolutely stunning my dear! I-I mean- not that you don't every day! Umm…" You smiled at his cute awkwardness. I guess I was wrong, I must be dressed VERY appropriately. The Doctor was wearing a flattering black suit with his wild hair slicked back again and glasses tucked into his pocket. His thermos was hooked into his belt inconspicuously.
"Ha ha… I understand what you mean. You look very nice yourself" you giggled.
"Thank you darling" the Doctor regained his composure and smiled with a blush before lightly embracing you and kissing your cheeks (he wouldn't want to ruin your lipstick!).
You took his arm, "Shall we go meet Ozpin and Glynda? We wouldn't want to be late to my first mission! Even if it is spending the night with snooty rich people"
He laughed at your sincerity, "Of course, my darling! I am honestly quite excited for tonight."
Qrow was also at the meetup in front of the academy and gave a slight frown upon seeing your arm hooked to Bart's. The three professors all complimented you on your appearance which made you feel fuzzy- you weren't used to such compliments.
*Ozpin went over the plan again before Qrow took his earpiece from Ozpin and transformed. Not a minute later, a fancy car pulled up to whisk the remaining four of you away to your destination. *
Your limo joined the line of others in front of the McCoy's extravagant event hall. Bart opened your door and offered you his hand to step out onto the patio, and then up the marble stairs. When you entered the main foyer, you could smell the money in the air… and it was overwhelming. Luxurious decorations, designer dresses worth gods-know-how-much lien, antique wine, and decadent appetizers spanned out before you.
"I feel like such a peasant" you whispered nervously to your date, to which he laughed. "I think we all do… but trust me you fit in fine. I will do most of the talking as promised."
And he did. As soon as you took your first bite of food your spirits went up. Oh my gods… rich people sure know how to eat! By your third glass of fine wine the edge had come off your anxiety and you were enjoying yourself immensely! You could tell Bart was too, entertaining other intellectuals and academic wannabees with his tales of fighting Grimm and digging up artifacts. You listened keenly, as many of the stories you hadn't heard before yourself.
A couple was enjoying his story of taking down Beowolfs in the Northwest Quadrant with his bare hands when the Doctor took your arm. "It's been nice talking to you, but if you'll excuse me I'd like to spend some time with my date." He winked at you and the blonde-haired aristocrats wandered off, whispering something about how cute you looked together, with the woman demanding her date be more romantic like Oobleck.
She wants what I have…
"Shall we dance, Y/N?" The doctor's blue eyes were deep with warmth and passion.
"I would love to! Though I must be honest… I am not very good", you warned your date.
He led you to the large dancefloor where many others were congregating. "Ohhh, I shall be the judge of that." He chuckled, "Don't worry my dear, I'll help you out."
When you reached the floor, Bart bowed to you before offering you his hand. Gods what a gentleman! You thought for the thousandth time since you started dating this amazing man. You allowed him to pull you closer to him.
To start, you placed your hand on Bart's shoulder. The cloth of his suit felt cool and soft against your palms. This is what you're supposed to do, right? He responded by gently putting his hand on your lower back True to his word, the professor took the lead, subtly instructing you with both words and movements.
Thankfully he had a strong aura so he only chuckled when you stepped on his feet. "Eeep sorry!" You repeated.
Soon enough, you were dancing together confidently and naturally, and chatting occasionally. The alcohol definitely helped.
"When did you learn to dance so well Doctor?" You inquire after he gracefully spins you.
"I took some dance classes when I was younger, and then again while I was at Beacon. It really does assist with combat and keeping fit."
"Hmm maybe I should consider some classes…" you muse. "Although I'm exhausted enough with training."
"Oops!" You almost bump into another couple while you were tgubjubg. Thankfully Bart pulled you to him in time.
"I could teach you, or we could take some classes together in Vale." The Doctor offered with a large smile.
"I would really enjoy that…", you giggle and lock eyes your eyes with his azure ones. It takes all of your mental strength to repress the urge to kiss him. Ozpin and Glynda were within eyesight and Qrow was surely lurking somewhere.
*You danced for what must've been an hour before your feet began to advocate for a break. You let Bart know and together you walked to the area adorned with posh tables and chairs to rest.*
