A/N: So this chapter is finally done. Writer's block kept me up all night trying to figure it out. Also, the next few chapters should come out fairly regularly but in about a week I start working again so I'll have less time to write. Yay for the poor uni life! Enjoy!

I don't own RWBY, do you know what i could do if I did? I wouldn't be writing fanfics, for one.

Cardin's house was in the nice part of Los Angeles, not all that far from Weiss' own home. The unnecessarily large houses around here had always annoyed her. It was dark, the only lights from the streetlights down at the bottom of the drive, which they were sheltered from by the trees that covered the entrance.

Weiss walked a few paces apart from Jaune, aware Pyrrha was watching her every move. One glance over at the tall redhead confirmed that. She was also aware that Jaune seemed even more down. He'd sat next to her in the car, and she'd been completely silent. She had been sat behind Pyrrha, after all.

Ruby was the first to open a carton of eggs. "Let's do this!"

The others quickly followed suit. Eggs, toilet paper, and even some of their snacks ended up coating the front and sides of the house, some of the courtyard's trees getting caught in the carnage too.

"Hey Weiss, which window is Cardin's?" Yang asked.

"That one on the right, first floor. Why?"

"Let's smash it."

Weiss paused. "Yang… that's a criminal offence."

"No-one'll know it was us!"

"Our fingerprints are everywhere."

"Weiss, come on." Weiss looked up at the dark pane of glass. He could afford a smashed window. He deserved it, didn't he?

Didn't he?

Weiss shook her head. "I draw the line here."

Yang pouted, but didn't push it. Blake took her arm and dragged her back to the rolls of toilet paper, yet to be unravelled. Weiss stepped back to take in the effect. She didn't focus on where she was going until she crashed into Jaune, both falling onto the ground. "I'm sorry!"

"It was my fault; I should have checked where I was going."

"Weiss…" Jaune helped her up.

"Yeah?" She wiped her mouth. Her lipstick, which had been so carefully applied, was now all over her face. At least she had gone safe with a nude colour. Red would have been too obvious.

"You don't need to do that. You look fine."

She smiled, then shivered. "Wow it's cold. What's the time?"

He checked his phone. "Quarter past two."

She crossed her arms for warmth. He hesitated, then enveloped her in a warm, relaxing hug. She unfolded her arms and returned the gesture, hyperaware of him- the warmth surrounding her- his height, his scent, the taut muscles under his hoodie, the strength of his arms-

What was she doing? Hadn't she told him she wasn't ready?

But it felt so right, and that was something she hadn't felt in a while.

Still, she wasn't looking for just a rebound. And that was what he would be if she did anything now. And she couldn't do that to him.

She pulled away from him, conflicted.

"Weiss? Is- is something wrong?"

"I can't do this," she whispered to herself.

"Can't do what?" he looked at her, confused, as she began to walk back to the car. "Weiss!"

"I can't- I WON'T- do this to you. You need to be with someone who isn't... isn't me." She kept her back to him. He stayed a few steps behind her. She stopped, and so did he. Still at a little distance. "Jaune, I felt that connection too." He brightened. "But I can't drag you along when I know it isn't what you deserve. It's not the right time. We aren't meant to be, right now."

"Is it ever the right time?"

She let out a scoff. "Almost never. But now… right now is even worse. I'd only hurt you. I'm sorry." She began walking again.

This time, he caught up to her. They were by the car. He grabbed her by the shoulders, and she looked away from him- down to his chest, where her head had rested not that long ago. "I don't care about that. I know that I want you, only you, and if you can't see that's all I care about, I don't know what I'll do."

"You do realise that my ex- they guy whose house we're destroying- is going to be okay with us dating? Jaune, he'll kill you! You don't know what he's capable of!"

"Still don't care."

She sighed distractedly. "I'm doing this to keep you safe." She still didn't look him in the eye.

He cupped her cheek with his warm hand. She didn't resist. "Weiss-" she closed her eyes. "It's okay."

She half opened her eyes. "I always get like this when I'm drunk," said, tears spilling from her eyes. "So melodramatic…" and then she lurched forward and kissed him forcefully.

It took a few seconds for him to adjust, but he wrapped around her again, the two grasping at each other's hair and jackets as if trying to become one. She pulled away and gasped. "What have I done… I'm so sorry."

"It's okay," he said, and pulled the door open, seating her inside. He climbed into the warm vehicle as well, and let her rest her head on his arm- which she now noticed was a lot more toned than she had originally thought. Even though she was completely smashed, she knew this wasn't her imagination running wild.

She didn't look so perfect, in the car on that cold November night. She had a runny nose and eyeliner tracks running down her face, her lipstick smudged and her hair a mess from fingers being run through it. She wasn't sure at what point she stopped crying and fell asleep, but she woke up back in Yang's house.