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Author's Notes: Major, harsh Gelphie
Glinda, as Galinda was known as after the harsh, cruelty of the past few weeks, had spiraled into a dark depression. Dr. Dillamond's murder and Ama Clutch's subsequent illness might have driven her over the edge had Elphaba not been there to catch her…sometimes literally at that. And Elphaba had had to deal with a lot: tears, anger, silence, guilt…but deal with it, Elphaba did. She even went so far as to arrange for Nessarose to come to Shiz early with Nanny so that they wouldn't have to move to a dormitory. As uncaring as Glinda had seemed when Madame Morrible first brought up the idea, she was glad to keep her privacy with Elphaba. Elphaba was more restrained about their relationship around other people.
Nessarose, however, was different. Elphaba seemed go through a profound change upon the arrival of her sister, one Glinda didn't much care for. Especially after heated looks and teasing touches all day, only to have Elphaba hiss a reminder that Nessa was such a light sleeper before she bent over her book once more. It wasn't only nighttime that was affected, during the day Elphaba had little time for anything but classes and Nessa.
Glinda decidedly disliked the pampered, pretty Nessa.
The day of Ama Clutch's was confusing and bewildering, putting it as mildly as one dares. Though Glinda couldn't quite remember it, she would always think on that day with a deep sense of dread.
There were the fumbled, stolen kisses in the pre-dawn light, Elphaba's mouth locked over Glinda's to swallow any sound she might make, rushed caresses to fit in before Nessa or Nanny woke. There was the funeral itself, solemn and small as it was. There was the discussion with Madame Morrible…what had they spoken about again? There were Elphaba's arms around her, their mouths so close…but Nanny and Nessa were there so the promised kiss never came. There was the rowdy, bawdy ruckus at the Peach and Kidney. There was the promise of sex and mystery from the Philosophy Club, the excuse to claim Elphaba as her own in front of Nessa but Elphaba wouldn't go – or let her go. Tired of Elphaba's fretting and worrying, Glinda tried to object but Elphie stole her away. Glinda didn't regret missing the Philosophy Club.
They fled Shiz to make their way to the Emerald City, sleeping in the same bed in tiny noisy rooms above the kitchens – they best they could afford. It didn't matter. The cold never touched Glinda when Elphaba warmed her with passionate kisses and demanding caresses. Exhausted, Glinda would sleep in Elphaba's protective, possessive embrace. In contrast, Elphaba slept in the coaches during the day, her head dropping to Glinda's shoulder. Glinda felt strong and brave. She had to be the one to landmark, to listen, to watch. She would report the day's happenings to Elphaba over dinner, if the moldy, unappetizing fare that Elphaba managed to scrape up could be called dinner.
The Emerald City disturbed Glinda. She had thought that she would like it and thus was bitterly disappointed. If this weren't enough, on top of everything that had happened before leaving Shiz, the Wizard turned out to be terrible—not wonderful at all!
The night after meeting the Wizard, Elphaba was feverish, demanding Glinda's attention. They were both distraught and Glinda tried to assure Elphaba. "I'm not going anywhere, Elphie." She crooned only to be silenced by a dizzingly passionate kiss. Their lovemaking was fierce, bordering on violent. "I love you!" Elphaba growled and Glinda could only cry incoherently out in response.
As lunch came, Glinda held their place on the carriage, holding a coveted forward facing seat for Elphaba, thinking of how the long hours of travel made her love's stomach weak. "For my sister." She'd sniff when someone tried to take the spot. Then Elphaba returning, dropping a package of food in Glinda's lap and, sweet Oz, this was goodbye…Elphaba kissed her twice, neither gesture remotely sisterly. Then she was gone.