A/N: This is going to be just a short 3-shot. It's an idea that came to mind while listening to Nearer My God to Thee by Arpeggio String Quartet (shuffle on iPod…don't ask). Glinda is in an arranged marriage to a man she has only met once. She believes her love to be dead. Will Elphaba ever come and rescue her from her fate? Read to find out! Pairings: Gelphie of course
Never Let You Go
Glinda Upland was the epitome of everything a young lady should be. She was kind, courteous, beautiful, attentive, and devoted. All of these attributes caused her to be a sought after wife for many of the young men in her town.
The blonde hair, blue-eyed girl had graduated from college recently with a degree in sorcery. No men cared about her brains however. They only cared about owning her as property and showing her off to other men.
One day one of these gentlemen came to the blonde's father with an offer of one thousand dollars and his best mule. Glinda's father couldn't refuse the offer, for his farm was in debt.
It had been heartbreaking to tell his only daughter that he had arranged a marriage for her. Mr. Upland had promised his only child that he would never do anything like that, but now had to go back on his word.
Glinda understood and only wanted what was best for her father. It wasn't as if she were waiting for her knight in shining armor to come and save her from the harsh life that she led. Her prince had already come, or princess rather.
Back in school Glinda had fallen head over heels in love with her roommate, and to her surprise her roommate returned her affections. The two women had embarked on a secret love affair that no one besides Fiyero had known about. It was only an accident that Fiyero had found out himself. He was a little early for his date one day with the blonde and accidentally walked in on the two roommates making love to one another.
After a good week of trying to explain to the prince about the whole situation, Elphaba's letter had come in the mail; the fated letter that had informed her of her visit with the wizard.
The blonde sighed as she flopped down on her bed after a hard day's work out on the farm. Since her mother passed she had to come back home to help her father with the livestock. It was not a job that anyone would ever desire to have.
"Elphie why did you have to open that letter?" Glinda called into the abyss. She had been unable to get the green woman out of her mind ever since she had been killed a little while ago by a farm girl from Kansas.
Many praised the death of Elphaba, but Glinda knew the truth about her love. Elphaba was not wicked. She could never even possess enough wickedness to kill a fly when the two of them were together. She would never harm anyone.
As Glinda continued to stare at the ceiling she thought of her marriage that was to occur the next day. She felt little excitement, as she had only met the gentlemen once. How could she be expected to love someone else when her heart had died along with her love?
"Glinda." The blonde's father called for his daughter as he entered the room. "Ah there you are pumpkin." A man around the age of sixty smiled as she sat on the corner of his daughter's bed.
"Hey popsicle." The blonde smiled weakly. She had never stopped calling him popsicle, even when she entered her twenties.
The man smiled down at his daughter before reaching out a hand and brushing her hair behind her ear.
"You always did have your mother's beauty." Mr. Upland smiled a sad smile as he thought about his late wife.
"She was a looker." Glinda tried to lighten the mood a little by chuckled at her own statement. It worked.
Glinda's father's sad smile turned happy once again. "You always know how to brighten my day." The older man spoke.
"It's my job." Glinda smiled at her father. She could never be angry with him for arranging a marriage to save the farm. The farm was the only thing he had left in his life and she would be damned before she saw it sold off to someone else. It wasn't as if she were searching for a husband anyways. So she didn't see the harm in marrying someone to help out her father.
Glinda's father continued to comb through his daughter's hair a little while longer before a heavy sigh escaped his lips.
"What's wrong popsicle?" Glinda asked as she propped herself up on her elbows.
"Are you sure you're fine with this marriage? I don't want you to have to marry someone just because your poor old father can't earn enough money." The man frowned. He hated the idea of marrying his daughter off to the highest bidder. He knew that Glinda's mother was looking down from heaven and frowning upon this.
"I'm marrying Master York because I want to. I need a husband." The blonde lied. She didn't need a husband. What she needed was dead.
"I just feel like such a scoundrel for doing this. You're my precious little innocent girl. I feel like I'm feeding you to a pack of wolves." Mr. Upland continued to frown. He hated the idea of Glinda losing her virginity to some stranger. He was unaware that she had already had sex before marriage.
"Don't worry about it dad." The blonde tried to reassure her father that this was okay. She only used the term dad when she really needed to get something through to her father.
"If he ever touches you in any inappropriate way you will tell me right?" Her father asked. He knew that this subject was making Glinda a little uncomfortable but he didn't care. He needed to know that Glinda would come to him if there were ever a problem.
"I'll tell you." Glinda smiled weakly. She hadn't the energy to give a bigger smile. In fact she hadn't had the energy to do much besides work and sleep since Elphaba left.
"You always look so sad these days." Glinda father pointed out. "I hate seeing you sad."
"What's there to be happy for?" It was a rhetorical question and Glinda's father knew it.
"Just tell me that you aren't doing this because of me. Promise me that you are doing this for yourself." Glinda's father needed to know. If Glinda had changed her mind then he would gladly sell his farm to protect her from the harsh world.
"I'm doing this because I want to." Glinda reassured her father.
It took another five minutes of convincing before he finally left. As soon as he was gone the blonde began to cry softly.
"Oh Elphie why can't you be here." Sobs shook the petite woman's body as she buried her head within the pillow. She would never be able to let the memory of Elphaba go.
That night she cried herself to sleep. The next day she was to be married.