That Is One Hell of A Mess

"Just send it out, it's no that big a deal Weiss."

"No. I can do it. Like you said, it's not that big of a deal."

"Alright well, just follow the instructions I gave you and you should be fine. I have to go, I have a meeting in five minutes."

"Okay. I'll see you when you get home."

"I'll be home for dinner."

After the phone call disconnects, Blake gathers her papers and heads to the conference room down the hall for her meeting.

The meeting… it goes. As usual, it could've been an email. But it took up a majority of the last two hours of her work day.

She declined to grab drinks with Pyrrha and Coco after work, having promised Weiss she would be home in time for dinner. At which Coco took the opportunity to drive a dig about her running home to her wife. And that made Pyrrha get all sappy, making Blake nearly sprint for the stairs, not even bothering to wait for the elevator.

As she walked out the door of the building, Blake sent a text to Weiss, letting her know she'd be home soon. Half an hour later, Blake is sitting in the car in the middle of relentless traffic. She hears the ringing of the line over the bluetooth system in her car.

"Oh hey sweetheart, how's it going? Are you almost home?"

Never does Weiss ever use pet names of any kind. And there was a tone of distress in her voice. So Blake is immediately suspicious.

"Yeah I'm sorry, traffic is a little worse today than normal. I'll probably be another twenty minutes or so." After a beat of silence, Blake is almost afraid to ask her question. "Everything okay, Weiss?"

"Okay? Why wouldn't it be? Everything is fine. Totally fine. Perfect, even."

"What have you done?" Blake can only imagine what is going on at her house.

"Nothing." She hears Weiss huff into the phone. "Why would you say such a thing? Pay attention to the road and I will see you soon. Love you." And with that, Blake hears a dial tone before the call disconnects.

Knowing that she's going to be walking into some kind of Weiss Schnee form of damage control, Blake spends the remainder of her drive home singing along to the radio.

As she pulls into the driveway of their home, Blake sees Weiss come outside to greet her, quickly pulling the door closed behind her.

"Why does it smell like laundry soap?" That's the first thing Blake notices when she steps out of her car. Already getting an idea as to what happened.

"I don't smell anything." Weiss feigns ignorance, wrapping her arms around Blake's neck, giving her a kiss.

"Okay. Then why is your hair wet and your clothes too? Smirking down at Weiss, who immediately looks away.

"So…" She turns and walks away to go back into the house and Blake follows. "I tried to do the laundry, like you said. Followed your instructions to the letter."

As soon as Blake steps through the doorway into the house, she is overwhelmed by the smell of laundry detergent.

"Weiss… just tell me what you-"

Before she can finish what she's saying, Blake sees it. The entire hallway, the laundry room, part of the kitchen and a majority of the living room are filled with soap suds and bubbles. Not to mention, all the residual water.

"I read your directions and it said to fill the cup with detergent and I thought it meant the plastic cup that was on the shelf."

"I meant the lid of the bottle." Blake says distractedly, as she wades through the ankle deep bubbles and water to the laundry room. "This is one hell of a mess, Weiss."

Blake looks back over to Weiss, smiling as her shoulders shake slightly from laughing. When she looks, she sees tears in Weiss' eyes and reaches out for her to come over.

"I'm so sorry. I was just trying to help. And I flooded our house. Apparently, I can't even do laundry." She buries her face in the crook of Blake's neck as the water sloshes over Blake's shoes.

"You tried. And my directions should've been more specific. We will just have to find someone to call and get this cleaned up is all." Blake looks around, trying to assess the potential damages while thinking of who to call to fix this.

"I probably destroyed our house." She hears mumbling from somewhere near her shoulder.

"Doubtful. But if you did, that's fine." Shrugging it off, Blake decides there's no point in being upset.

"How are you not mad?" Weiss asks, fighting back tears.

Blake laughs lightly before pulling her arms around Weiss and sitting them down in the bubbly mess.

"Can't be mad if there's bubbles." She presses an over exaggerated kiss into Weiss' hair.

After a few moment of internal debate, Weiss lets go of a heavy sigh.

"I suppose you're right."

"And I will call someone to fix this all, in a few minutes. Next time, I will show you how to do laundry. Not just leave you directions."

"It's so embarrassing. I'm a grown adult, and I can't even do laundry on my own."

"You just grew up too fancy for your own good. And I bet Klein would've written you better instructions." Blake kisses the end of Weiss' nose when she scrunches her face. "Now, let's get up so we can change into dry clothes. And I'm starving."

After taking a few steps, Blake turns around to face Weiss.

"Please don't tell me you tried to cook today too…"

She raises her eyebrow sarcastically and smirks. Weiss immediately stomps her foot, splashing water further.

"No! I did not!" Prancing past Blake, with her nose in the air. "I ordered pizza!"

Rolling her eyes with a smile on her face, Blake follows after Weiss towards their bedroom to change clothes and call someone to clean up this mess.