"Look, about last night –"

"What about it?" Weiss says, giving Yang a withering glance and returning her gaze to her notebook, trying to keep her heart calm. She's been sort of panicking for most of the day, but Weiss Schnee is nothing if not good at hiding emotions.

"We were drunk, everyone makes stupid decisions when they're drunk." Yang still seems more awkward than she usually is, and hasn't decided to sit down on the edge of Weiss's desk and pull her notebook away, so she's not quite herself.

"Okay," Weiss says flatly. She doesn't really feel like explaining that it's not Yang that's the subject of her panic, it's just sort of girls in general, and admitting that means admitting that she might be gay, and that just isn't the sort of information that the Schnee heiress tells people.

"Are you doing okay?" Yang asks. "You're not usually quite this rude."

Weiss opts to ignore the slight. She's never rude, merely understandably annoyed and responding accordingly. She really doesn't know why people think she's rude. Idiots.

"Why wouldn't I be fine?" she demands. "All you did was force me to confront my sexuality that I've spent a very long time carefully repressing, and for good reason, I might add!"

Yang looks surprised for a second, then starts laughing.

"Called it," she manages between wheezes. "I knew you were gay from the second I saw you."

"No, you most certainly did not! I was very good at hiding it!"

"Oh yes, you and your deeply heterosexual fangirling over Pyrrha and pretending that men don't even exist." Yang's still laughing, and Weiss doesn't appreciate the feeling that it's apparently that obvious, that Weiss's feelings are clear to everyone except herself.

"I have nothing but platonic admiration for Pyrrha,"' she snaps. "And what about Neptune?"

"I figured you were both in on that," Yang says, then cackles again. "I mean, some of us have eyes."

"I don't appreciate this malicious and slanderous gossip," Weiss says, bringing her feelings back under control. She picks up her notebook and stands to walk away, ignoring the shout of "Isn't it only slander if it's not true?"

It's only several minutes after Weiss has walked away that she realizes she never clarified that she would rather eat broken glass than have a relationship with Yang. Oh, well.

Once Weiss is less angry, a feeling she's not familiar with starts flooding into her chest, and it makes her very uncomfortable for a moment before she realizes what it is. It's freedom. Weiss's secret is out. There's nothing she can do about that now. She can do what she wants, pretend nothing happened or go flirt with every girl in Beacon.

Well, maybe not every girl. But Weiss has the pickup lines she's heard Yang use and that occasionally work, and there are so many girls. So many pretty girls, with their dimpled grins and soft hair and muscles that Weiss has been trying very hard not to look at for the past year. Girls who wear long flowy skirts and sandals on the weekends, girls who probably sleep in their combat outfits, tall girls and short girls and probably-straight girls and everything in between, and Weiss is going to go flirt with all of them. If she doesn't choke on her words and look like an idiot.

…

"Um, uh, hi, your legs must be tired."

That makes Coco stop in her tracks, because she's reasonably certain nobody has ever started a conversation with her like that.

"Okay," she says flatly, giving Weiss a blank look over the top of her sunglasses.

"Well, um, because you've been – running through my mind – all day." Weiss looks like she's torn between running away and making some kind of triumphant gesture like jazz hands. Coco doesn't appreciate jazz hands.

"Did your team put you up to this? The blond one?" Coco asks.

"Uh, no, of course not. It's all Yang's fault, but she didn't make me do this," Weiss says hastily.

"Okay." Coco turns to walk away, because she doesn't need to get mixed up in whatever's happening with team RWBY. Velvet said that Sun said that Blake told him there was some kind of fight, but Coco doesn't listen to rumors.

"Wait, that's it?"

"Am I supposed to say something else?" Coco asks, not bothering to turn around. Weiss has her petulant voice on, and giving her what she wants won't make her stop.

"Yes, you're supposed to – flirt back, or appreciate the compliment, or something," Weiss offers, and Coco shakes her head.

"I don't appreciate pickup lines. And I have a girlfriend, for the record."

…

One down, two hundred to go. That's the way Weiss is choosing to think of it, rather than the rather unpleasant truth that she's just been rejected. Two hundred to go.

She scans the hallway for her next target.

…

"I hope you, uh, you know CPR, because you take my breath away."

Pyrrha stops in her tracks. Oh dear.

"Listen, if Nora made you do this –" she starts off, glancing around the room, because while she appreciates all the effort, Nora probably made some threats of physical violence to talk Weiss into this, and that's unacceptable behavior. It's sweet behavior, but unacceptable.

"Why does everyone keep asking that?" Weiss wails. It's not a bad performance, all things considered.

Pyrrha panics a little, because now she feels bad about making Weiss upset, and pulls Weiss into an empty classroom so they have a little more privacy.

"I didn't mean to upset you, but Nora's been – a little stranger than usual lately, and this seems like something she would do."

"It's Yang's fault, mostly," Weiss says, her chin quivering a little.

Oh, dear. Nora's roped Yang into her pranks more than once before, and it never ends well. This is not an exception.

"It's okay," Pyrrha says, pulling Weiss into a hug. Weiss sniffles into her shoulder once or twice, then seems to pull herself together.

Neither of them notice Jaune Arc stopping in the doorway, squinting in, and walking onward, with a dispirited mutter of "Are there any straight girls at Beacon?"