Blake found herself pacing in the space between the beds of her dorm room, her hands moving wildly as she muttered to herself.

"Hey, Yang, I was wondering if you..." Blake shook her head and turned on the spot. "No, that's no good..." She reached her bed and spun around again. "Yang, would you like to… No, that's not good either." Blake let out a frustrated groan and threw her hands into the air. "Why is this so hard? Why does my brain have to be like this?" she asked herself, slamming her hands into her face and clutching at the skin. "Why does my anxiety have to ruin everything?"

For at least half an hour Blake had walked up and down like this, trying to dispel her nerves. She knew Yang had a workout session with Nora today, but she wasn't sure what time she would be back, except that it would be soon. Blake was working with an unknown time crunch in which she had to get herself together and work up the courage to actually ask Yang out.

Needless to say, it wasn't exactly going well.

"So, what are you going to do?" Nora asked as she stepped into the dorm elevator.

Yang followed closely behind Nora, with her chin raised, her shoulders set and her eyes forward. "I'm going to go in there, and ask her out!"

"Yes! You've got this, Yang."

Yang's bravado facade crumbled as her finger hesitated, hovering over the button for their floor. "But what if I'm making a huge mistake?"

"Yaaaang," Nora groaned, a palm coming up to slap onto her face. "Do I need to give you a pep talk again? How many times have we been through this? You aren't making a mistake."

"But what if I am?" Yang cried out, bringing her shaking hand up to run through her hair. "What if she gets mad at me and thinks I've just been trying to take advantage of her?"

"But you aren't!" Nora stressed, and she reached over to press the elevator button instead. "Worst comes to worst, you're able to clear it up. What are the three C's again?"

"Communication, communication, communication," sighed Yang. The elevator doors smoothly closed in front of them and the small metal box jerked to life. The rise of the lift made Yang's stomach drop which didn't help with the butterflies already flying around in there. She closed her eyes and willed herself not to be sick.

"Exactly." Nora crossed her arms over her chest. "You're going to be fine, Yang."

Yang opened her eyes as the elevator dinged and the doors opened up on their floor. She let out a sigh and sent a sidewards glare to Nora. "If I die from anxiety, I'm blaming you."

"If you die from anxiety, it'll be anxiety, not me, duh!" Nora walked off the elevator with a skip in her step. "Now, go get 'em, tiger."

Yang lowered her eyes. "Please never say that again."

Nora burst out laughing as she took off down the hall with Yang a few steps behind. Her laughter died off as they approached their doors. Nora unlocked her own room and gave a pointed look at Yang then nodded towards her door.

"You got this."

Blake was still slowly walking around the room, but she was much quieter this time. Her monologues had become internal, yet her hands were still moving wildly. She shook her head again, sighing loudly. She knew this fight with her brain was a lost cause. There was no way she was going to be able to ask Yang out, at least not today.

She stopped dead in her tracks when she heard keys jingling out in the hallway. She leaped onto her bed, unlocking her phone and tapping around mindlessly on it. Blake could feel her heart going a million miles a minute when she heard the noise of the door being pushed open.

"Blake!" Yang exclaimed, as she walked into the room. Seeing her roommate sent her nerves skyrocketing. She had briefly hoped that Blake would still be working on assignments in the QC, to give Yang a bit more time to practice what she was going to say. But as she was here, Yang worked up her courage and recalled Nora's advice.

"Yang!" Blake replied, matching her tone and volume. She moved her legs and sat up straight at the edge of her bed.

Yang tossed her gym bag onto her own bed before turning to face Blake. "I have something to ask you!"

Blake's heart skipped a beat and she leaned forward, eager to hear what Yang had to say. "What's up?"

"Will you..." Yang took a deep breath, closing her eyes for just a moment before opening them up again. "Will you go to the QC Halloween party with me? Like..." Yang paused and swallowed the lump in her throat, "...on a date?"

For a moment Blake was stunned, but then her mouth stretched into a huge smile. "I would love to, Yang."

Yang reciprocated the smile, her shoulders dropping in relief as she let out a sigh. She opened her mouth to speak again, but Blake beat her to it.

"There's just one problem."

Yang's smile fell immediately. "What's wrong?"

Blake glanced up at the ceiling, tilting her head side to side slightly. "I don't exactly have a Halloween costume."

"Oh," said Yang, then she grinned. "Well, we can fix that!"

"How so?"

"Do you have any plans for the remainder of the afternoon?" Yang asked, still grinning from ear to ear.

Blake rose an eyebrow. "Why do I have a feeling I'm about to be dragged on one of your grand adventures?"

"Because you are." There was a distinct twinkle in Yang's eye. "We'll go down to the shops in BU Center. There's gotta be something left!"

"Yang, it's October 30th. I doubt there will be literally so much a single pair of cat ears," said Blake, shaking her head.

"Oh yeah? Wanna bet?" Yang smirked.

"Hmm, let me guess..." An idea sparked in Blake's mind, and she jumped off her bed, stroking her chin dramatically. "You'll bet me a dinner in one of the restaurants in BU Center?"

"You know me too well," laughed Yang.

"You have yourself a bet, Ms. Xiao Long." Blake held out her hand and Yang took it in her own.

"Pleasure doing business with you, Ms. Belladonna." Yang shook Blake's hand, giving a small bow, which caused Blake to giggle. "Now, come on! Most people are still in classes for today, we'll have better pickings if we go now!" Yang tugged on Blake's hand, pulling her towards the door.

Blake couldn't help but smile wildly at the goofball she called her roommate pulling her out the door. Yang had asked her out, and she didn't even have to win a fight with her anxiety for it!

Today, Blake decided, had been a very good day.

Little did she know, today was only getting started.

"Well, I knew it was the day before Halloween, but, I wasn't expecting this..."

Yang and Blake stood in the costume isle at the CVS in BU Center, the only place within walking distance of campus to sell Halloween costumes. Most of the costumes would have been kid sized, but Yang was certain she could have found a way to make it work.

"I told you so..."

But instead of what she had been expecting, she found herself face to face with completely empty shelves. Blake, who stood at her side, had a smug look on her face.

"You know what," Yang said, shaking her head, "I refuse to accept this. There has to be something here, anything."

"Yang... what are you planning to do?" Blake asked, as she watched Yang begin to walk away from her.

"I'm going to find you a Halloween costume, even if it kills me," she declared. Blake quickly jogged to catch up to Yang's side and held her hand.

"Yang, you don't need to go intensely searching. I might be able to muster something up out of my clothing," suggested Blake, giving a soft smile.

"If I find a single pair of cat ears, I'm holding you to that bet," vowed Yang. Blake rolled her eyes but continued to follow Yang down the aisles. Yang was on a mission and there was no stopping her.

"Excuse me," said Yang, as she approached the lone cashier. "I know it's kind of last minute, but do you have any Halloween stuff left?"

"Was there anything left in the seasonal aisle?" the cashier asked, looking between the two of them.

Yang shook her head.

"That would be a no, then. Sorry."

Yang thought for a moment, still standing there, much to the confusion of both Blake and the cashier. "What about regular headbands? Do you have any of those?"

"We should have some in the hair supplies section." The cashier walked out from behind the large front desk area, guiding the two in the right direction. They stopped in front of a selection of various plastic headbands.

Yang crouched down, flicking through the selection on a lower shelf. She glanced up at Blake, squinting her eyes. She looked back at the selection, and pulled out a large, black headband.

"And how exactly does a headband that's the color of my hair make a Halloween costume, Yang?"

Yang stood up, comparing the color of the headband to Blake's hair. "The headband isn't going to make the costume, Blake. I am."

Blake rose an eyebrow, smirking. "You're really determined about this, aren't you?"

"Don't worry about it, Blake. You're going to be absolutely adorable." Yang tapped Blake's nose gently with the tip of her finger, causing Blake to blush. "I'll make sure of it."

Blake stood in the mirror, looking at the handmade set of cat ears that now rested on her head.

"See, I told you!" Yang stood next to Blake, beaming as she wrapped an arm around Blake's shoulders. "Absolutely adorable!"

Blake could feel herself blushing again, but tried really hard to brush it off. It wasn't exactly easy, considering Yang's smile was getting wider in the mirror the redder Blake's cheeks got. "Where'd you even learn to do this, Yang?"

"My little sister is really into cosplay. She's taught me a thing or two over the years, and I'm always helping her out with her costumes and stuff. Making those cat ears was a piece of cake! It could use one final touch, though." Yang released her grip from Blake's shoulders, walking over to her closet.

Blake watched as Yang rummaged through her small bin of accessories. She pulled out another hair bow, not the same color of black one Yang had given her a few weeks before. This one was a dark grey, not quite black, but pretty close.

"Can I see the ears real quick?"

Blake nodded, pulling them off and handing them to Yang, who immediately began wrapping the base of the plastic headband in the ribbon. Blake watched closely as Yang threaded the ribbon around the headband with gentle and steady hands.

She glanced up to look at Yang's face. Yang was staring intently at the headband as she worked. Her tongue stuck out ever so slightly, a clear sign of concentration and focus. Blake felt her smile get wider and her chest fill with a flood of warmth as she noticed the detail.

Yang tightened the last loop, a huge grin on her face, looking back up at Blake. "All done! It'll be a lot more comfortable now, especially if you end up having it on for a couple hours. Ruby had some of those plastic headbands for cosplays before, and they're cheap and easy to mess with, but they get really itchy really fast unless you wrap them in fabric."

"Thanks, Yang," Blake took the cat ears with a smile, putting them back on her head. "The grey blends into my hair pretty well."

"I'm glad you like it!" Yang was beaming next to Blake as they looked in the mirror together. "I assume you can muster up an all black outfit for tomorrow?"

"Hmm," Blake said as she stroked her chin dramatically once more, looking at her closet. Almost every piece of clothing there was black. "I think I might be able to find something that'll work."

"Good!" Yang smirked. "I'll help you draw on a nose and whiskers tomorrow, I have just the thing for it."

Blake pulled the headband off, and placed it gently on her desk. "I can't thank you enough, Yang. You really didn't have to do all this for me."

"I didn't have to, but I wanted to! I want to be able to take you to the party tomorrow," she said, a little bashful.

"I'm excited." Blake smiled softly. "Although, there is one more thing we need to do tonight."

Yang rose an eyebrow. "What's that?"

"If I do recall," Blake smirked, crossing her arms, "someone bet me a dinner in BU Center that we would find at least a pair of cat ears at CVS."

Yang groaned, rolling her eyes sarcastically with a smile. "I guess someone did."

"I do think I'm going to be taking that someone up on that bet."

"That someone did not think that this would take this long," Yang sighed, her smile falling. "And this someone also has a criminal justice exam tomorrow that she hasn't started studying for yet."

Blake's eyes went wide. "Yang!"

Yang held her hands up in defense. "It's common sense stuff, I'm not too worried. I do have to stay in the rest of the night studying, but I promise you, I'll hold up my end of that bet on Saturday."

"Good. Now where are your notecards? We need to get started."

Yang sighed, grabbing her backpack off of her bed. "You don't have to help me, you know."

"I don't have to, but I want to," Blake repeated, smirking.

"Quit using my own words against me!"

"Don't think I will."

Yang handed Blake a stack of notecards, a smile creeping onto her face. "Blake, did we just plan our second date before we even started our first?"

Blake took the cards from Yang, sitting down on the floor. "I think we just did."

AN: I promised myself I wasn't going to do a note for this chapter, but here I am anyways. I wanted to tell everyone about a pretty awesome discord server that got started up the other day for Bumbleby lovers, authors, fan artists, and general community members alike! If you're interested in joining, you can message me here or on Tumblr at SuperbBirbFics. It's a really awesome little community and it'd be awesome to see it grow!

Thanks as always for all your feedback and support!