A/N: Sup everyone, hope you all are having a better December than I am.

Also, I started an academy on the rwby mobile game. The academy is called "DrunkenMarriage" and it's for Mistral. I still have no idea what the academies are for, but feel free to join if you like.

Now, let's get to the reason why you're here. Here's Chapter 21. Enjoy!

Even though he knew the dance was coming up and that team RWBY was bragging about setting it up all week, Jaune was still taken off guard when the day rolled around. He was lucky he asked his parents ahead of time to mail him his formal wear, otherwise he'd have nothing to wear for it.

"There's not much more, just this last batch and then we're done," Glynda said as she handed Jaune a sheet of paper. He took it and organized it among one of the folders.

Currently, Jaune was helping Glynda out with some paperwork. She did most of the work and writing and he just organized them in different folders and order that they needed. He looked over the papers as he organized them accordingly. How only one person was supposed to make sense of and process so much information in such a short time was beyond him. It was actually kind of impressive that Glynda was able to do so, and he felt some pride in making things a little easier for her.

Several minutes passed in silence. "And this is the last one," Glynda handed him one last sheet and Jaune organized it into the correct folder. "Thank you, Jaune."

"Not a problem," Jaune said as he piled the numerous, thick folders in one pile on her desk. "Dang, these are heavy."

"Oh, this is light compared to other workloads I've had to deal with. You should see the budget review, you have no idea how hard it is to cover Ozpin's coffee obsession." Glynda sighed as she took the folders.

Jaune's imagination pictured a scene where Glynda was literally drowning in a sea of paper, surrounded by Grimm sharks. "Ouch. Well, at least you're done for now, right?"

"I suppose so." Glynda looked over and checked the time and saw that the dance was only 2 hours away. "I think I kept you here long enough. You're free to leave. Thanks again Jaune."

"Happy to help," he replied with an honest smile as he turned to leave. "Now I just gotta hope Pyrrha found a date tonight," he muttered to himself.

"Were you helping your partner out?" Glynda asked, making Jaune realize he muttered too loudly, again.

"Well," he turned to face her, "a few days ago, Pyrrha seemed a little down about not having a date for the dance. So to try and cheer her up, I told her, jokingly, that if she didn't get one I would wear a dress to the dance."

Glynda let out a short chuckle. "You didn't make it an Arc promise, did you?"

"Oh no, I'm not that dumb… anymore. Just a little concerned since Nora boasted about lending one of her dresses to me."

Glynda then remembered how much shorter Nora was to him, and thankfully her mind ceased that train of thought before it could escalate. "I wouldn't worry too much. Giving Miss Nikos's status, I wouldn't be surprised if only a few tried brave souls tried their luck. She's bound to say yes to one of them."

"Yeah, I guess you're right," Jaune said after thinking for a moment. "I guess I was just a little worried about being in a dress again."

"Again?" Glynda raised an eyebrow.

"Uhh…" 'Damn it brain! Why do you not think before you speak?!' Jaune sighed. "Would you like to hear the story?"

"If you're offering, sure," Glynda said in a neutral tone but leaned in with interest.

"Ok," Jaune walked back and sat in the chair in front of her. "So, I was 8 and it was my older sister Joan's birthday. We had a party and she wanted one specific friend to come over, but she didn't and my sister became really sad about it. Now, me being 8 meant that I didn't know she was a lesbian, or what that was, and in love with her, and my parents and other sisters kept avoiding that subject when I was asking them why she was upset. So, based on the answers I got from them, I determined she was upset because she wanted to dance with someone with a dress and no one would."

"Oh dear," Glynda grinned, "I think I know where this is going."

"You're thinking right. So, I asked one of my other sisters to borrow their dress, and went up to Joan and told her why I thought she was upset and asked if she wanted to dance with me. She laughed, but not at me, like how siblings do when they're happy with one another." Jaune paused and smiled back at the memory. "I'm telling ya Glynda, we dominated the dance floor."

Glynda couldn't help but smile as the scene played in her head. "That is honestly really sweet Jaune."

"Part of me thinks I wouldn't have done it if I knew how many pictures my family took of it and use to tease me with for years, but making Joan happy made it worth it then and now."

"It shows how much you really love your family, they sound like nice people."

"They are unless they're trying to embarrass me, but I love them."

Hearing Jaune talk about his family gave Glynda the feeling to want to meet them. It was only after Jaune left when she realized that their situation wouldn't make it the best thing to do… at least not yet.

'Wait, why did I think 'yet'?'

The sun had set and the Beacon dance started not soon after. It was an event that happened once a year. It was a time for the students to get some downtime, and relax and enjoy themselves in a formal setting. Glynda Goodwitch and a few other professors acted as chaperones and just merely stayed idle on the sidelines. They were only there to make sure no trouble happened and didn't want to intrude on the student's time.

She couldn't help but be impressed as she looked over the room. While originally team CFVY was assigned to set up and decorate, they got postponed on a mission so team RWBY was assigned at the last minute to take their place. Glynda had to admit they did an excellent job, especially considering the short time window they had.

"Miss Goodwitch," Glynda turned to see Ironwood approach and stand next to her.

"James," she said back with a nod. The two stood side by side as they looked over the ballroom. "Might I ask what you're doing here?" She asked with genuine curiosity.

"Even generals get shore leave every now and then. I had to meet with Ozpin real quickly, and since I was already nearby, I thought it wouldn't cause any trouble if I came here as well."

"Ah," Glynda nodded. "And what do you think?"

"It's a nice atmosphere. Team… RWBY was it?" He looked to Glynda, who gave a nod. "They did a great job. There are a few small things that could be better, but they did well with what they had."

"Yes, they are proving to be exceptional in their craft. One of the best," Glynda said honestly.

"They are also the team that ended up finding the missing Paladin mechs, correct?"

"Correct," Glynda's mind briefly went over that night, worrying about Jaune's safety. She repressed it quickly though, Jaune was fine now. "They are some of the best among the new students."

"Indeed they are, and they'll only get better. You should be proud." Glynda couldn't help but smile at the praise. "You know, I do miss events like this."

"Strange, I recall you saying numerous times about how you hate those events back in Atlas."

"Those are, in your own words, 'fancy events where the rich and politicals gather together to compare dick sizes,' and I can't help but agree. But this?" He waved an arm around. "This is a well-deserved event. Everyone here has gone out in the field and battled the creatures of Grimm to help keep all of humanity safe, a very dangerous and underappreciated job. This is a chance for them to finally relax and enjoy the few and far in-between moments of peace."

"Spoken like a true politician measuring his dick." They held face for a few moments before letting their smiles and quiet laughter slip.

"I suppose you're not wrong, but that doesn't negate what I said. This is for them to enjoy themselves, and they are… well, almost everyone."

Glynda followed Ironwood's gaze and saw Pyrrha Nikos. While everyone one else seemed to be enjoying themselves, Pyrrha made her way to the second floor balcony. Her posture gave away she wasn't enjoying tonight's events. She looked lonely. Glynda couldn't help but sympathize with her, she was in that exact situation in her freshman and sophomore years at Beacon as well.

At the same time, they saw a blonde haired male rushing up the stairs after Pyrrha.

"Is that Jaune?" Ironwood asked as they saw the younger man jog to the balcony after Pyrrha.

"Yes, it is. His team functions like a close family. I trust that whatever is causing Miss Nikos distress will be solved shortly."

"That's good to hear." Ironwood paused for a moment. "I guess it's also good that you don't have to worry about your husband running off with some other girl."

Glynda didn't need to turn to him to know what kind of shit-eating smile he had. "You know I threw Qrow out the window, right?"

"I was there and it was glorious. But, in all seriousness, how are you two? He's not trying to do anything... advantageous, is he?"

It wasn't hard for Glynda to notice the change in tone in his voice, from teasing to general concern.

"What do you mean 'advantageous'?" She turned to him and saw that traces of light-hearted teasing were gone.

"We all were teenagers once, thus we all had certain thoughts and fantasies at one point or another," the general said.

Glynda immediately understood what he was trying to imply, and spoke before he could continue. "Oh no no no, you're mistaken General. Jaune's too… gentlemanly naive to try anything like that." It was true, it just wasn't like him. And even if it was, her throwing him to a wall and lifting him with her semblance by choking him was definitely a good 'don't fuck with me' message. Now that she thought about it, she never did apologize for that.

"Alright," James nodded. "Sorry, but I just wanted to make sur-"

"I appreciate the gesture, but I'm alright. Everything is fine."

"Are you sure about that? Ozpin and I have noticed that since this whole situated started, you've been slightly more cheerful than usual, even smiling more than normal, but we've also noticed that you seem to be under a lot more stress than usual."

"I-" Glynda made to argue, but stopped with a sigh. "Yes, I suppose you're right."

"In my line of work, you start to learn and see the signs of someone bottling up their problems and thoughts. Something is bothering you and I think I know what it is. You're developing deep feelings for Mr. Arc, aren't you?"

"Absolutely not," Glynda wasn't sure how, but her voice remained low and unheard by the rest of the ballroom. "He is still a child and a student of mine. I have morals James."

"He's not a child anymore and you know it. Besides, the age difference between the two of you is not that extreme. There's nothing wrong with it."

"Yes, there is!" She quickly hissed out with narrow eyes. After a few moments, her expression softened when she realized that Ironwood leaned back away from her at the quiet outburst. "I-I don't... I-..."

"I should be the one apologizing. I didn't mean to make you react that way or make you uncomfortable, but I am concerned about your well being," Ironwood explained.

"I…" Glynda was silent for a while lost in her own thoughts. "I don't know what to think. I honestly don't know," she admitted. "It's like, I do but I don't… I just don't know how to describe it." She didn't because she refused to think about it, hoping that it all would just go away one day and everything would be back to normal where the worst thing she had to worry about was maintaining order in the school and teaching the next generation of hunters.

But now? She had to worry about a marriage she never wanted, to someone she hardly knew previously and didn't even knew existed just months ago, to a student 10 years younger than herself. Yet, in the short time between the secret marriage, Glynda found that she was starting to have certain… feeling and emotions about Jaune, while still uncommon, were becoming more frequent. Some were… lewd in nature.

That's what made it more confusing and difficult for her. She was having both sets of emotions. She didn't know which were true. She didn't know if her feelings towards Jaune were out of pure passion or hormonal lust. She didn't know so she was afraid to act, and was even more fearful to share these thoughts with another.

"I'm not going to press it further, I'm sorry for bringing it up," Glynda looked into the General's eyes, and say that he meant all of it. "I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable, but this is something you can't ignore and hope it passes. However you feel, you need it to be known to him so you both can make sense of it. Doing nothing will only make it worse. Don't stay idle, act."

"I'll think about it. Thank you," Glynda offered a soft smile.

"You're welcome," Ironwood matched the smile. "But I do suggest you do it soon. The sooner you do, the sooner the stress will go away... and the sooner these bets will cease."

"Bets? What bets?" Glynda raised an eyebrow.

"I'm sure it's not a surprise, but the few of us that know have been making small bets regarding the marriage." he was right, it wasn't a surprise to her. "I believe the current one is about what happens during this event. Qrow's bet is that you'll... have intercourse with him tonight."

"He would," Glynda facepalmed.

"He also mentioned something about having someone named... Zwei I think, to help get you two together?"

Glynda's hand dropped from her face and her eyes went wide as she remembered the shower incident from a few days ago. She felt her heart shatter in betrayal, but then she realized she couldn't blame him. Zwei was a good boy who enjoyed belly rubs and licking your face, his owner was a drunken asshole. The one to blame was obvious.

"That little, asinine bird shit..." Gynda scowled before a dark smile appeared on her face. "James, how do you feel about a roasted bird, a meal between friends?"

"I believe that sounds lovely," James matched the sinister smile before dropping it for a regular one. "Later on perhaps, we shouldn't ruin the atmosphere tonight."

"Of course," Glynda's sinister face morphed back into her regular smile, but then her eyebrow raised in confusion as Ironwood stared at something in the crowd. Glynda followed his gaze. There were a bunch of students, snickering and laughing as they made way for someone. Enough finally moved out of the for Glynda to see what the commotion was about.

Jaune was in a dress.

Glynda had to wipe off her glasses and look again. Jaune was still in the dress. She remembered what Jaune said earlier today about a bet as he extended his hand towards Pyrrha. She was lost in laughter before accepting it, and soon Ren and Nora joined them in the center of the dance floor. Glynda wouldn't admit it, even to herself, but her eyes were drawn to areas that the dress didn't cover.

"When I said soon, I guess I meant sooner than I thought. Looks like someone is making a public claim on your-"

"If your testicles aren't already prosthetics, they will be if you finish that sentence."

"I had some more jokes but feel like I should keep them to myself."

"Good."

Long ago, Pyrrha had a revelation. For all of her desire to have a close friend, she wasn't a very good one in return. Case and point was the debacle with Jaune over a month ago. She joined the bandwagon started by Yang and added fuel to the fire against Jaune. She was emotional, confused and scared for Ruby's and Nora's well being. She wasn't thinking clearly and lashed out at an apparent source for her teammates' suffering.

There wasn't a day that went by where she didn't cringe as she thought about that day. What the hell was she thinking? It didn't matter how many time Jaune said he forgave her, or when he insisted that it was just an emotional outburst and she didn't mean it, she still did it. She could have defended him, but she didn't, opting to help push him away. That wasn't something a friend would do.

She hated herself for it. It reminded her of someone she knew back home, someone whose name she refused to recall.

She first met him when she entered middle school. They weren't really friends then, they just knew each other. It wasn't until high school, after Pyrrha's second win, that he started talking with her and they became friends.

After her third win, they started dating. She ended up giving her virginity to him.

It was also after her third win that Pyrrha started getting her celebrity status. The pros were good for her and her family, but it was a con that was getting to her. Pyrrha never really was the most sociable of persons, getting along with other people and classmates but never truly being their friends.

Despite the initial rush and excitement, Pyrrha was quick to see that everyone who tried to approach her was just interested in her status as a fighter, not herself, and with how everyone talked about her, she felt like a thing.

Even worse, she then once secretly caught him bragging to his friends about 'banging the champion'. She confronted him about that. It was there where she found his true colors: though he didn't outright say it, he was only interested in the champion and the recognition he'd get from being with her. The only good thing that came from that was that her handprint was visible on his cheek for several days.

In one last act of pettiness , he started a rumor mill about her. Pyrrha tried to not to let it get to her, but it wasn't uncommon to hear girls whisper and call her 'whore' and 'slut', and for jocks to try and flirt with her for obvious reasons. She was so glad when she got to Beacon. It wasn't as bad as Mistral, but there were still people who only saw her as a champion and nothing more. And then she met Jaune.

Jaune didn't seem like him and the other jocks that constantly tried to woo her, and unlike some other people at Beacon, he had no idea who she was. He knew nothing about her. She saw a chance to get a true and honest friend in Vale. She took it and succeeded. Over time, she grew to adore his dorky nature and, dare she say it, though she started to feel romantic feelings for him.

"Back guys," Nora announced, drawing Pyrrha from her thoughts as she handed everyone a cup of punch.

She took the cup and took one last look at Jaune before taking a sip. She didn't deserve him as a friend, but he wanted her friendship regardless. She didn't know if she still had a chance or not thanks to what happened, but it didn't matter. One day, she'll work the courage to try again. If she can't, or does and is rejected, then it will be fine. As long as she and Jaune were friends, then all would be ok.

Maybe because it has been a while since she last had fruit punch, but Pyrrha thought it tasted odd, like there was a hint of a honey aftertaste in it. It tasted delicious so she didn't mind.

As the dance went on, everyone enjoyed the event more and more. One thing to note was that for the punch bowl ran out quickly and had to be refiled. When it was, it was during the dancing frenzy that started after JNPR's dance. Because of that, no one noticed the fresh punch until minutes later.

But in that time, just like with the first bowl, no one noticed Nora sneak up to it, take out a bottle, and pour it's contents into the bowl.

All according to her secret, masterly crafted plan.

A/N: Nora? What are you doing Nora? Bad Nora, bad! ...oh who am I kidding. Go Nora, go! Next chapter is gonna be… fun :)

Now before we go, I want to quickly and briefly address a few thing:

-My betas have said that Pyrrha's segment was a little too long, but I disagree. I wanted to give a little bit of back story explaining her actions and feeling and thoughts. The back story was inspired by a fill in the writer games made by TeeAiDee (thanks again bro)

-The thing with Glynda comparing things to dick measuring contests might seem out of character, but she makes the same comparison in S2Ep8 around the 3:44 mark, so it's canon XD

Anyway,let me know what you guys think in the reviews, and a big shout out to AustinGaKill, Cyberleader2000, and Kc4229 for helping make this possible.

Thanks for reading, have a great Nondescript Winter Holiday :)