The Third Worst Way to Meet Your Roommate's Sister

A/N: As always, check my profile and vote on the poll. Just to clarify, this isn't in the same AU as last chapter. Next week's when I post the first by-request chapter, so keep your eyes open!

Blake Belladonna was not having the best of nights.

That morning her roommate and self-proclaimed 'best-friend' had decided that Blake had spent too many consecutive days studying, and that they would be spending the night at one of her favorite clubs in town. Blake had agreed, and spent time picking out her outfit with Yang. Yang spending more time picking out Blake's outfit than her own should have been an early warning

The plan had been for Blake to go ahead to the club when she got off class, and Yang would meet her when she was done working out.

Of course, Yang had sent her a text about an hour after they were supposed to meet, and said she'd be there soon.

That had been twenty minutes ago.

Blake sighed. Clearly, this was the next entry in Yang's long lineup of plans to get her to take someone home.

According to the blonde, Blake was on the world's longest dry spell, and, as her best friend, it was her duty to help her break it.

After the third surprise blind date, Blake had sat Yang down and calmly and rationally explained why Yang had to stop before she killed her.

Then Yang had moved on to trying to hook her up with some of her exes and old... 'friends.'

While Blake could admit she'd been tempted by the offer to introduce her to a pair of twins Yang had known in high school, she thought it'd be just too strange to be with anyone Yang had been with.

Yang's third and, sadly enough, most subtle idea had been to leave a phonebook on her bed with the number to an escort service circled

That had been last week, and Blake had been a bit worried at what Yang would come up with next. While it was a comfort that she hadn't yet tried for the obvious solution, she honestly wasn't sure what she'd do if Yang offered.

Still, if her newest plan was to just have her go to a club and see what happened, Yang had clearly realized that Blake didn't really need her help.

Naturally, that hadn't been Yang's plan at all. In fact, she'd been planning on playing the part of Blake's wingman all night and making damn sure that she went home with someone.

However, she'd gotten a bit sidetracked at the gym, when her usual sparring and work-out partner had suggested she come to her place for, in her words, "A cooldown routine and a little snack"

The fact that the redhead had her pressed against the wall in the showers when she asked may have had a bit of an effect on her answer.

And so it was that, an hour after she'd meant to meet Blake, she was looking through Pyrrha's room for her clothes while she apologized for being late.

In her defense, Pyrrha had been wearing her shirt, and who wouldn't have went for round two in that situation?

And Pyrrha's roommate walking in? Definitely not her fault. Of course, had she known that she'd be caught topless by Weiss Schnee, she probably wouldn't have stuck around that long.

So, she'd taken the opportunity to leave while Weiss chewed Pyrrha out for not leaving a warning of some kind.

So by the time she got to the club, she was almost two hours late. She searched for Blake for almost a half hour before it occurred to her to text Blake.

[Hey, sorry I'm so late, where you at?]

[Back at the room. Think you can find somewhere else to sleep tonight?]

[That's my girl! You gotta tell me everything tomorrow. I got a story too, but it'll wait.]

She smiled as she put her phone away, and walked to the bar to find a place to stay for the night.

Blake had a smile of her own as she put her phone away. "Sorry, my roommate was loo- uh, telling me she wouldn't be back tonight."

The girl laughed nervously, and idly twirled a finger in her hair. In this light, Blake could make out the red tips she hadn't noticed in the bar.

"Oh, well... that's good. Wouldn't want her to uh..." She blushed, and trailed off.

Blake ran a hand through her hair. "Yeah..." She let out an awkward chuckle. This night wasn't really happening the way she'd seen it happening.

"Sorry... I'm not really used to this sort of thing." The girl smiled at her shyly. "I've, uh... never really did something like this without going on a few dates first."

Blake let herself laugh, remembering the nervousness she'd felt the first time she'd went home with someone. "Yeah, I've never really been the one to take someone to my place, so you're not alone."

"Yeah..." The girl looked down, then seemed to steel herself. "I, uh... this might've been a mistake. I mean, you seem really nice, and you're really pretty, and I'd love to date you, but-"

Blake held up a hand. "It's fine, I get you."

She smiled, then. "Good. Uh, can I get your number, then?"

Blake laughed. "Sure. I'll give you a ride back to town, too, if you need it."

She shook her head. "Nah, my sister goes here. I'll just crash with her tonight." She pulled out her phone, and let Blake put the number in. "Mind if I stay here till I can get in touch with her? "

"Of course." She walked into the kitchen to give her some privacy.. and promptly stopped dead a few steps short of the kitchen at the girl's first words.

"Hey, Yang? Mind if I crash with you tonight? I, uh... met a girl and it didn't really work out. Yeah, I can wait for a bit, she's okay with me staying till you get here. Oh, really? I dunno, I can always-" She sighed. "She hung up. She said she'll have to tell her roommate to send home her date, but it should be-"She turned to Blake, and her eyes widened at how pale the bigger girl was. "Hey, are you okay?"

"Uh... Ruby?"

"Yeah?" She took a step back.

"You're Ruby. Yang's sister?"

"Oh, you know Yang?" Blake was silent. Ruby looked around at the Achievemen posters, and the yellow blankets on the bed across from Blake's. "No. No way. You.."

"I'm going to die. She's actually going to kill me."

"You're Yang's-"

Blake's phone started ringing.

Ruby's eyes widened.

Blake swallowed, and answered it.

"Hey, Yang. What's up?"

"Sorry to do this to you, but my sister's coming over for the night. You think you can go over to whatever her name is's place?"

"Actually, uh... it, uh.. didn't really... I mean, we've-"

"Yeah, look, I'm outside. Everyone dressed?"

"Yeah, but-"

Yang opened the door. "Hey Blake, where's the lucky-" Her eyes widened. "Ruby?"

Ruby hand flew to her hair, and she scratched the back of her head, smiling nervously. "Hey Yang."

Yang took a deep breath "I don't remember telling you where my building was. Or my room number."

"Uh, yeah, well..."

"And the club Blake was at is just a block from the house."

"Right, but-"

Yang turned on Blake. "So. You brought my sister home." She was the picture of calm, and her voice was carefully even.

Ruby stepped in to save the trembling Blake. "We didn't do anything! I swear!"

"Of course you didn't. Blake would never touch my sister. Right, Blake?"

Blake was unable to say anything, as she was currently stuck remembering the time she'd seen Yang fight six guys off without being touched.

"Blake?"

"Of course! I'd never even think of- of- I mean-"

"Good. We'll talk more in the morning, okay? Ruby-" She turned to her sister. "I'm not going to tell dad, but we are having a long talk in the morning. All three of us."

"Good. Now, Ruby can have my bed. Blake-"

"I'll sleep on the floor, you can-" Yang held up a hand.

"I was going to make sure you didn't have a problem sharing with me."

"Of course! It's fine, anything for you! I think of you like a sister, you know, and-"

"Good." Yang looked at the two of them for a moment. "Time for bed, though. You mind killing the light, Rubes?"

"Got it."

The light went out, and they went to their respective beds.

The silence was golden for a few moments, until Blake felt strong arms wrap around her, and lips touch her ears. "Blakey... I want you to know something." Her hand trailed up Blake's leg, and she let it rest over her belly button. Her breath hitched. "If you had done anything with my sister, I wouldn't be that mad. You're a good girl, I know you wouldn't have taken advantage."

Blake let out her breath.

"I would have beat the shit out of you, though, but we could've still been friends."

"Could you move your ha- not like that!"

"I'm just screwin with ya, Blakey."

"I know, but it's still weird."

"Oh, alright." The hand moved away. "Night. Night Rubes!"

"Uh... night guys."

And so, an awkward night was brought to an end.