Welp, it looks like I took one of my many "breaks" again. This time it wasn't intentional though and I got stuck for a few weeks out of my normal habitat for writing. The story must go on though and managed to get it together long enough to give you guys what you deserve.

After yesterday, I was expecting to wake up feeling like a broken person like some other people would have felt, but I couldn't help but feel completely at home in my bed. The morning's sunlight hit my windows and everything was just so calm. It was a perfect morning for most but what made it for me was the large pool of warmth against my back. I couldn't help but press myself closer to it so I could feel the person that had decided to keep me safe even better.

Blake happily took the opportunity to pull on me and kiss my neck. I just sighed and enjoyed myself while her desire flooded from her head into her lips. There was no way I was going to argue with her about it. Though some things I will argue against for the time being as I felt her hand try to get to the edge of my top. I grabbed her hand gently and pulled it away from where it wanted to go. There was a tiny bit of resistance against my actions at first but Blake quickly gave up and resorted to entwining her fingers with mine.

I pulled her hand to my mouth and I kissed it. "I know it's hard to think straight in the morning but even you know that now is a very bad time for something like that."

The bed shifted under Blake as she readjusted herself. "I'm sorry, Weiss. I was just waking up and I felt you push closer to me. I just started running on instinct.." She whispered into my ear.

Her voice made me shudder and I couldn't help but turn and claim the first kiss of the day. "Just don't let it happen again, Blake."

I felt kind of bad doing this to her. She obviously had more thoughts in mind about me but after yesterday I probably wouldn't be able to handle it all properly. Although I'm glad that I finally got to tell her and show her how I felt and still feel about her. She gave me the comfort needed to keep me from being torn apart from the inside. I felt the nagging pain still lingering in my head but right now Blake was bright enough to stop it from getting any headway.

Besides, she seemed to take the whole thing in stride as she gave me a good squeeze and got up out of bed. The bed groaned a little when she pulled her weight off of it. I rolled over to see where she was heading to. The only I managed to catch was her back leaving the room which wasn't such a bad thing for me but it meant that she wasn't with me in the same room. The feeling didn't sit that well in my mind so I decided to follow her right out of my own room.

The couch was more inviting than last night now that every sound wasn't making me look around the room and paranoid. It was just simply soft and relaxing for a great morning. Blake didn't join me though and instead jumped into the kitchen for what I guessed was her breakfast. I wondered what she was thinking right now though. Things have been put on their sides when it comes to how we are going to live with each other now and last night was in the heat of the moment.

I turned and saw Blake looking at me from the kitchen. "Is there something wrong?"

She took a moment to speak. "I think there is something you need to do before we start on anything else today, Weiss."

I was really confused by what she meant. "Which is?"

"I think that you should tell your parents about what happened yesterday." She said.

My head started to shake before I even began to talk. "No, no, no. They would pull me away in an instant and I would be back to where I was before."

Blake just kept a hard look on me. "They need to know about what has happened to their daughter. Even if you disagree with them, they still just want to know you're okay."

"I know Blake but I just can't.." I wanted to just ignore this whole conversion. "They'll ask questions about what he did to me and talk about their worries for me. It's too much for me right now."

She came into the living-room and sat on the couch with some cereal. "It is a lot but they really should know. They seemed like reasonable people when I last talked to them."

I took more interest than normal in the television. "I just don't think it's possible for me to do it, Blake. I wouldn't be able to say anything past the first sentence without breaking down. Even with you making me feel safe I just wouldn't keep it together."

Blake's hand grabbed mine. "If this really is too much for you then I guess I have no choice but to agree." She gave my hand a squeeze. "They still need to know though. How about I talk to them? Is that okay?"

My mind thought about it for a moment. "If this really needs to be done then there really isn't a better person to do it besides me then."

She smiled at that. "Thank you Weiss, but I have something that I need you to do the same thing with."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

I saw a little bit of a blush hit her cheeks. "I want you to call my parents in my place."

I was skeptical. "Why would you need me to do that? I've never talked to them before."

Blake nodded. "I know but now is a good time to start that. They don't.. um, I've never told them.. uh.."

Her hesitance in what she was trying to say was cute. "Spit it out, Blake."

She looked away. "I've never.. came out.. to them."

The gears clicked in my head. "And you're scared about telling them?"

Blake shook hear head. "Not scared, really. Just, I don't know, embarrassed, anxious?" She finally turned back to me. "Either way, I would love it if you were the one to tell them about us."

"So we're officially together now?" I asked her.

She leaned over and kissed my cheek. "Obviously. Now I'm going to go get your phone and do your job for you. I'll be in your room so you won't have to hear anything I tell them just in case it triggers anything."

"Thank you so much, Blake."

Blake shushed me. "It's what I do, besides, you're also helping me."

Blake had taken her time in my room chattering away at my parents. It was lasting longer than I thought it would. I was half-expecting Blake to come back to the living room and give me the phone to talk with them instead. They can be very tiring to most people and I've had to put up with them for years. I don't consider them bad people but there are times where they just don't understand how to keep a situation under control for everybody.

I was thinking about going in to check on her but I fought the urge so I wouldn't walk in on a part I didn't want to hear. The urge didn't last long when I heard loud huff of anger and my door opened. Blake walked out holding my phone in one hand and the other rubbing her temples. She was not hesitant in handing me my phone as she fell back onto the couch and sighed. I took a glance at my phone and felt a bit of relief when I saw that the call wasn't still going which meant I didn't have to speak to them at all. Blake on the other hand looked like she just spent ten days under the same roof as them.

I reached over and rubbed her back a little. "How did it go?"

"I felt like I was in a police interrogation. They asked too many questions and didn't wait for the answers." She didn't say it with hate though.

My head was already nodding at that. "Yea, that's them. I surprised you managed so long with them."

The tired girl laughed. "You're telling me. I don't think I would have survived eighteen years with them like you have. This was much worse than when I simply called them about your furniture."

"At least it's out of the way now." I was about to get up.

Blake took a hold of my arm. "Hold on. You're still going to have to talk to them at some point soon, and you still have my favor to do."

I sighed and picked my phone back up. "Fine, but you have to be here for it considering this isn't a reliving of a traumatic experience. Just give me the number."

"Fine, fine. Hand the phone over and I'll dial it." She took the phone from me and quickly threw the numbers in.

She gave me my phone back and sunk to the other end of the couch. It was pretty odd seeing her in a mood like this. Then again, everyone deals with their parents in their own ways. Blake had learned that lesson already from me. It took them a long time to answer though. They must have been questioning who's number it is since Blake didn't volunteer her phone for this task.

Finally I heard a voice on the other end. "Hello?" A female voice which means I've just met her mother.

"Um hi. Is this the mother of Blake Belladonna?" I asked.

"Yes it is, but who is this?" A very worried tone rather than suspicious.

"This is Weiss Schnee, Blake's new roommate." I told the women.

"Oh yes, Blake said she had gotten a new roommate. In fact she talked a lot about it."

I stole a quick glance and Blake and smiled. "I didn't know that but I was calling for her about something."

A short pause came from her. "..About what? Is there something wrong?" She asked.

"Nothing is wrong, but she wanted me to break the news to you." I saw Blake's face turning red as she tried sinking even more into the cushions.

"What news?" She asked simply.

I decided to just be simple with her. "Well.. Blake and I are actually more than just roommates. We're a couple now."

A longer silence than before. "She's sitting right next to you isn't she?"

"Um, yes ma'm."

There was a huff. "I swear, she does this with everything she needs to tell us that would get her all anxious. Always making friends do it, and in this case, her girlfriend. Can you put the phone on speaker, please?"

"Oh sure." I put the phone on speaker and put it on the table.

Before I could tell Blake it was on speaker she started asking me questions. "That was quick. How did they take it?"

"BLAKE BELLADONNA! YOU KNOW BETTER!" Her mother yelled from my phone.

Blake pulled her legs away from it. "Oh god why is it on speaker?"

The phone piped up again. "You shouldn't be making your girlfriend call us to tell us these things! That's your job!"

Blake pulled a pillow over her face like she was going to hide from no one. "I know but I can't help it! You know I'm bad with this stuff!"

"That's no excuse hun. Besides, you know we wouldn't care who you fall for. Like when we put up with that rude boy three years ago."

"Don't mention him. I'd rather forget that guy." Blake quickly said.

A sigh from the phone. "The point is that we don't care who you love as long as you're properly happy. And Weiss?"

I was startled a bit. "Yes Ma'm?"

"I'm sorry Blake made you do this for her. You sound like a nice girl so I'm sure Blake is happy with you. Keep her in line for me and I'll cut your job in half and tell her father for you." She sounded like she was holding a laugh back.

"Thank you, Miss Belladonna."

"Just call me Sam or Samantha, hun. Blake?" She didn't wait for Blake to answer her like me. "Treat Weiss well, and also, I'm going to want a cute picture of you two at some point for the fridge."

"Not the fridge, Mom." Blake whined.

"Yes the fridge. You know your father likes putting pictures up there. Now I need to go and tell him the good news. Bye Blake and good luck Weiss." And then the hang up click.

"Ughh" Blake whined again.

"Well.." I started. "She was nice. Maybe I should call her again sometime."

Unfortunately, this chapter is probably no where close to my best work so I hope you guys still manage to enjoy it and want more. As always reviews are welcome, and remember, HAVE FUN!