A/N: The type of writers block where you know what you want to do but are unsure how to put it to words is the worst. DPLxBeAsTxSnIpE, Kc4229, and Cyberleader2000 were of great help in getting me out of it and provide a few improvements. Shout out to them for their help.

Also two more drunk marriage fics appeared: one involving Winter/Weiss/Qrow by DPLxBeAsTxSnIpE, and a Emerald/Jaune one by The Final Conduit.

Anyway, lets get to the reason why you're here. Here's chapter 18, Enjoy!

Jaune slowly walked up to the door to Glynda's office. He still had a little trouble walking but his team was really supportive and helpful. A little too helpful at times, like when Nora tried to give him a piggyback ride back home but it failed due to their height differences, but he appreciated the support. He was glad to have friends like them.

Most of the day came and went rather quickly and he developed the urge to take a walk alone to get used to the brace and to see how far his limit was. His route ended up be Glynda's office. Earlier he got a message from her saying that she had his new backpack and that she would give it him later. But since he was already here, he figured he would pick it up now.

He walked up to the door and was about to knock when he realized it was slightly ajar. Something seemed off to him. He peaked inside through the crack and saw Glynda sitting on her couch looking over papers on the coffee table before her. Next to the papers was a half empty bottle of wine and a full wine glass.

"Glynda?" He called as he knocked on the door, opening it slightly. This startled her and caused her to drop a paper before turning to the door.

"Oh, Jaune. You startled me. What are you doing up? I thought you would be resting," Glynda said.

"I was, but I figured that if I'm going to have this brace on for a bit then I better get used to it," he explained. "So I decided to take a little walk and ended up here. Then I remembered that you had my backpack and-"

"Oh right," Glynda interrupted him as she used her semblance to lift the backpack and fly it across the room to him. "Here. I was going to bring it yesterday, but you can have it now. Just make sure you take it easy."

"Ok," As Jaune took the backpack and was about to say thank you, he noticed something. Glynda barely looked at him and seemed like she wanted him gone as soon as possible. With a quick glance, he saw that the bags under her eyes were darker and her expression showed that something was bothering her. "Glynda… are you ok?"

"Yes, I am fine," Glynda retorted back rather quickly.

"Are you sure? It seems like something is bothering you."

"I've just had a long day and am a little tired, I am fine," she said again, not even bothering to look up at him.

Jaune didn't believe her. The signs were obvious but she didn't seem like she was in the mood to talk about it. Sighing, he turned around and made to leave her office. But he only made a few steps before she called for him.

"Jaune," He turned back around to see her looking up at him. Her eyes seemed to be filled with some form of regret. "Do..." she looked away for a moment before making eye contact, "do you think I'm a bad person?"

"What?" Shocked that she would think of herself as such, he dropped the backpack and walked forward. "No, I-... Glynda, you are absolutely far from anything of a-... Glynda, what's bothering you? What happened?"

After a moment, Gynda drank the contents from the wine glass in one go. "I messed up and went too far."

Jaune sat down on the couch next to her and Glynda explained what happened. With team RWBY and about what she said, specifically to Ruby and about her mother, recalling every detail. Jaune sat quietly and listen

"I… ouch." Was all Jaune was able to say. "... that was a little harsh," he admitted. "I know they messed up and needed a lecture, but still. Saying Ruby didn't care about her mom… just… damn."

"I know," Glynda said softly. "I went too far, but it's the only way they'll learn."

"Are you sure? I mean, there can be other… ways..." Jaune stopped when Glynda looked at him. But to his surprise her face wasn't full of any foul emotion, just the same 'I messed up' expression.

"Jaune," Glynda looked him in the eye, "we are huntsmen and huntresses. Our job is to protect Remnant from the monsters that dominate our world. We are strong, but we are not invincible. Sometimes the monsters win. My job is to help prepare you all to fight the Grimm, to be prepared to succeed in the worst scenarios. But even then, no matter how hard I try it's not enough."

Jaune didn't believe that. Glynda did do more than enough for them. He wanted to speak up, but another part of him told him to hold his tongue and let her finish before saying anything.

Glyda looked back down to the table. "I think the main reason I got mad was that I saw myself in Ruby." This got Jaune to raise an eyebrow. "I was idealistic and thought I was invisible too. My team was one of the best in Beacon. Barely anything could touch us. We were on top of the world. And then our second year started."

Jaune noticed how Glynda's fists tightened and how her expression depressened. His hand instinctively moved forwards to grab hers. She grabbed back and squeezed hard. It couldn't be said if the two were aware of the actions they just did.

"Our mission was to clear a thick den of Grimm that was harassing an outer town. It was a large one, but nothing we thought we couldn't handle. I… can't even say it was entirely the Grimm's fault. I ignored orders and pressed forward and found myself cut off and trapped. My team then desperately tried to save me, and….. only three of us came back. I messed up and my partner paid the price. She… she died right in my arms."

Her voice became softer and spoke slower. Jaune used his free hand to wipe the tear that fell down her cheek as she remembered the painful memory.

"Every time I see anyone here have that same 'I'm invincible' attitude, I can't help but imagine them in the same position I was in, and some of them do end so. It actually made me want to become a teacher, to see if I could help anyone else and stop them from go through what I did and stop them from making the same mistakes that I did. Being soft didn't work, I had to be a little more aggressive. I gained a reputation as a hardass among the students as a result, some have come to be intimidated by and despise me, and I don't think I made any difference. Every year… every semester, there are always fewer students than there were at the beginning."

Her face fell with each passing word. "I attend all of their funerals you know, every single one of them. Ozpin, Peter, and Oobleck do too. And every time we do, I can tell that they're filled with guilt, the feeling that maybe there's something we could have said or done to help prevent this from happening. No matter what I say or how hard I try, nothing seems to work." Jaune looked back towards the door to make sure it was closed, and then he shifted around and wrapped his arm around Glynda. She unconsciously scooted closer to him but continued with her story.

He sat there holding her, trying to think of something to say to comfort her. His thoughts then drifted back to a valuable lesson his dad told him long ago. He did his best to recall every word of what his father said.

"Some people can't be taught with words alone, sometimes it takes actions to engrave the lesson in our hearts. Those are the lessons that we want to pass on to the younger generation so they don't suffer our fate, unless you hold their hand through every mission they're going to learn it. Whether it's the easy way or the hard way is up to them. All we can do is pray that they never have to learn that lesson. Will they? Maybe." Jaune was amazed he managed to recall most of what his dad taught him. He took a breath and his thoughts drifted towards the previously mentioned team RWBY. "Regardless, My team and myself will be there to help them if things get out of hand, I can promise you that Glynda. Your teachings are not wasted, I honestly can't count how many times I used what you taught me to save my life. Cardin's too. When you told him about his spacial awareness and how he held his mace, he applied what you told him on our mission in Forever Falls. It saved his life from an Ursa that was flanking him when we were ambushed."

Glynda half laughed, half scoffed. "I'm actually surprised I managed to get through that thick skull of his. Never thought I'd see the day."

"The meathead does have a bit of a brain, when he wants to use it, " Jaune laughed. "But seriously though, me and him most likely wouldn't be here right now if not for you, and I can guarantee that most of us here can say that. We all owe that to you Glynda." The corners of her lips turned up at hearing that.

Unbeknownst to Jaune, the office door wasn't entirely closed, it only looked so from his point of view. It was actually every so slightly ajar, and through the tiny crack peaked the turquoise eye of Nora Valkyrie.

Jaune left his scroll at the dorm room and he was gone for a while. Nora volunteered to look for him and thought going to Glynda was a good first step. Not wanting to just barge in, she was going to knock when she heard Jaune's voice and decided to peak in.

After listening for a little bit, and hearing what they were talking about, Nora decided that this wasn't a conversation she should interrupt or eavesdrop on. She quietly pulled away and went back to the dorm. She would let Jaune and Glynda have their moment. She would think of an excuse for him to tell the others.

Jaune owed her twice now, and she had the perfect way for him to pay her back.

Jaune opened his eyes and blinked several times as he looked around. 'Did I fall asleep?' He and Glynda were still sitting on the couch. He looked at the window and saw that it was dark outside. He remembered the sky was red and purple from the sun setting.

'How long have I been here?' He asked himself. As the memories of what he was doing here came back to him, his face immediately turned red when he realized that he and her still had their arms wrapped around one another.

"Glynda?"

A soft snore was his response.

Jaune sighed. His team was probably worried sick about him. He had to get back, but part of him didn't want to. He just felt so comfortable and warm within her embrace. He didn't want to leave, but he knew that with the amount of time passed, his team was probably worried about and would look for him. Finding them like this was the last thing he wanted, for Glynda's sake. He slowly and reluctantly brought his arms up behind him and pried Glynda's hands off of him. Once he was free he scooted away, and then found that he immediately missed being close to her.

He stretched his arms and rolled his shoulders before looking back at Glynda, her sleeping form lay against the couch. Jaune winced at how uncomfortable that looked. He wanted to get back to his room, but he couldn't leave with her like that. She would definitely have neck and body cramps in the morning if he did.

He got up and looked around and saw the door which he believed lead to her bedroom. He walked to and opened the door. He moved his hand against the wall to find and flip the light switch. Once the lights turned on he got a good look at the room, noting that it looked comfortable but seemed smaller than the student dorms. He thought the professors would have had bigger rooms.

In the center of the room was a queen size bed with a purple comforter and two large pillows. But what really caught his was that between the two pillows, Mr Fluffykins sat tall at attention. "She… she actually kept it," he mumbled to himself. A small smile formed on his face as he looked back at Glynda. A small warm feeling dwelled in him, but he didn't know why.

He walked over to the bed and pulled the comforter and sheets off of one side. He then walked back out and went up to Glynda. "Ok," he brought his arms under her, "one… two… three," and lifted her up bridal style.

Hit bit down hard on his lip, enough to draw blood if not for his aura, as an immense pain shot through his thigh. 'Oh god, this hurts!' He shifted all of his weight to his other leg and the pain eased up. 'Ok… not one of my best ideas, but too late to back out now.'

He slowly limped his way over to the bed. He did his best to keep the pressure off his injured leg and resist the urge to hiss out whenever he felt a ping of pain, and moved slowly and gently as possible to not disturb his wife's slumber. It took him a minute or two, but he eventually made it.

"Alright, there we go," he muttered as he slowly placed Glynda on the bed, making sure her head was laid comfortably on her pillow.

He then took off her shoes and put them by the nightstand. Next, he brought the covers back over and tucked her in. He took a moment to wipe a strand of hair from her face, and then an idea came to his mind. He reached over and moved Mr Fluffykins and put in between her arm and chest.

He took a step back. He couldn't help but believe that she looked absolutely adorable when she slept. He wasn't sure what made him want to, but the then slowly leaned down and gently pressed his lips against her forehead.

"Good night Glynda," he whispered before turning to head back to his dorm.

A/N: And there we have it.

Just to clarify something just incase a few of you didn't, Glynda wasn't upset about being brutally honest with RWBY about their actions, she was about implying that Ruby didn't care for Summer.

So what did you guys think? Like it? Hate it? Think something can be improved? Want to give me a moral boost? Leave a review, all criticism is welcomed.

Before we depart, here's a few gifts for you guys:

Omake: Glynda's Deadly Thighs

In the darkness of Glynda's bedroom, Floyd the geist Grimm snuck in and eyed the stuffed Beowulf.

"Hehehe, I smell a devious plannnnnnn~" he rubbed his hands together and possessed the stuffed toy. The possessed form of Mr Fluffykins became surrounded by a black, haunting aura and rose up.

"Hehehe, goodbye Miss Goodwitch~" Floyd hisses and laughed evilly as he climbed up her body.

But then Glynda rolled her body over and Floyd soon found himself trapped between Glynda's legs.

"Oh no!" Floyd struggled to try and get out. But his struggling meant movement. Glynda felt the movement between her legs. But since Floyd was now the size of a human head and was moving between Glynda's legs…

It wasn't hard to imagine what Glynda's dreams were telling her what was down there.

"Ohhhh~ Jaunnnnneeee~" Glynda moaned in her sleep as she pressed her legs together.

"No! Oh Salem no! Hel- mpph!"

"Oh Jaune~" She squeezed her thighs tighter together, dreaming about a certain blonde man's head being there and doing… naughty things.

"Mppph! Mmmph! Mppphhh!"

CRUNCH

It was too much and Floyd ended up dead, his Grimm from evaporating into nothingness, to the complete obliviousness of the sleeping witch.

Deleted Scene: I wanted to keep this scenario in chapter 17, but felt it was overkill with everything else and seemed like a dick move by Glynda.

Glynda sighed and took out her scroll tablet and pulled out an image before turning it around to show it to team RWBY. Their expressions sobered and their cheerful attitude dropped faster than a ton of bricks.

It was an zoomed in image of an aerial view of a car wreck. Paramedics could be seen wheeling a woman away from the devastating wreck. Blood was visible on her body.

"Do you know who that woman was?" Gynda asked. The girls shook their heads, too horrified to look at Glynda. "Her name was Carolina Teale. She was 42 years old. She lived near the eastern residential district. She is married and is the mother of a son and daughter, both twins at four years old. She had an older brother and a mother and father who loved her. She is also a casualty from last night's events."

The members of team RWBY gasped. Ruby and Blake covered their mouths as shock and horror took over all of their faces.

"She… she's dead?" Ruby managed to whisper out after a few moments.

"She was a casualty, yes," Glynda said as she put her scroll away.

Tears started to form in Ruby's eyes as Yang tried to rub her back in comfort, but even she was unsettled. They knew what it was like to lose their mother. It wasn't a pleasant experience. Now, two more kids were going to go through that, because of them.

Blake's breath shuttered as her hands shook. She wanted to go after the White Fang to stop them from hurting more people. But by doing so, a mother got caught and killed in the crossfire. Two kids will never see their mother again, because of her.

Seeing friends and family disappear often growing up, Weiss was good at hiding those emotions, but her eyes still shown with despair. To think that she would be in part responsible for kids to feel the loss of family like she did many times through her childhood…

"No one is blaming you for this," Glynda said, "Not even Teale's family." Team RWBY looked up in confusion at this. How? Why? "While it was foolish of you to go and tackle a dangerous terrorist group on your own, no one could have predicted that Roman would have fled to the populated streets, nor could anyone anticipated he was in possession of stolen and dangerous Atlesian equipment." Her eyes narrowed slightly. "But take this as a warning, for the next time you decide to do something like this, your actions will have dire consequences, whether they're intentional or not. You four are dismissed."

Team RWBY slowly got up and left her office, their thoughts plagued with grief. As soon as the door was closed, Glynda sighed and took a wine bottle out of her draw and poured herself a glass.

She felt only a little bad about technically lying to them. Mrs. Teale was a casualty in the fight last night, but she wasn't dead. By definition, casualty counted for both killed and wounded. While she suffered from multiple lacerations, none were deep and she was expected to recover in a week's time.

She purposely neglected to tell them that. The sooner they realize what harm their carelessness could cause, the better and more carefully they'll act and think in the future.

Thank you for reading. Have a great day :)