Hot Coffee

A/N: Next chapter will continue the Request AU, had to take a light break. I'm too sick to put too much effort into continuity. I'm proud of the title, fucking fight me. This is unrelated to any of the other Aus, just took it from an AU blog on Tumblr. First version of this chapter had a shouting match, but decided to take it in a different direction, so I decided against it.

"-yeah" The blond one said to the one with the horrible dye-job. "She told me the girl was a total freak. Said she told her she was gonna-" He whispered the last part, and even Blake's keen hearing couldn't detect what he said.

Dye job laughed, and fiddled with his stupid goggles. "I'd heard Yang was pretty kinky herself, but come on, that's just weird. Course, she told me the neighbors came out to go to work that morning before the girl had enough. Said she was surprised she could even walk!"

Blake'd had enough. Unfortunately, she needed this job, so the worst she could do was aloof passive-aggressiveness.

Which, honestly, wasn't that much different from every other barista in the city, and was pretty much Blake's standard modus operandi.

But, you know, it's the thought that counts.

"Would you two like to order?"

The blond jumped, and finally shut up about the stupid rumors in favor of ordering.

Having worked at the Campus Starbucks for three years now, Blake was more than used to the gossip that seemed to flow through the town. It seemed like everyone tended to forget they were in line and just talk about anything, which usually included all the usual drama of student life.

So, yes, Blake usually knew who was dating, who was cheating, and who was failing. She knew who was having trouble in classes, who was planning on leaving, and who was spending too much time drinking instead of studying.

However, this was new. She'd never heard rumors about who was having one night stands. That was just too common to talk about. Of course, to hear them tell it, that night was anything but common. For the past week, she'd been hearing about all sorts of kinky things that Yang's mystery girl was supposedly into, and all sorts of positions she'd managed to teach Yang.

Blake, on the other hand, knew the night was a normal bring-a-girl-home-from-the-bar-and-make-decisions-you-might-not-have-made-while-sober type of night. She knew the rumors going around were false. And he wanted them to stop before anyone recognized her as the girl who'd left Yang's room last week.

However, as she'd learned the week before, the athletic girl was on a strict diet, and avoided Starbucks, and coffee in general, like it was the plague. Which meant Blake had exactly two options. Wait where she knew Yang would show up eventually, or going to Yang's apartment and talking to her there.

She couldn't help but feel that both options were a tad creepy, but after a long day of deliberation, and hearing rumors about how she could stand on one leg with the other curled around her neck, she decided she'd just get it over with.

Blake steeled herself, and reached a hand out to knock on the door of room 356.

It opened almost immediately, and Blake found herself face to face with a girl wearing a red hoodie.

Well, it would've been face to face if the girl had been wearing high heels. It was more like forehead to nose.

They stared in silence for a moment before Blake finally spoke up. "Is, uh... is Yang around?"

The girl smiled. "Oh, you're one of Yang's friends! Yeah, she's inside."

She turned around and walked in. "Close the door behind you, please." She raised her voice to a yell. "Yang! Someone here to see you!"

"Coming! Come help your girlfriend out in the kitchen, she need someone to get stuff off the top shelves."

"Hey!" An indignant voice cried from the kitchen.

Yang was laughing as she walked into the living room, but stopped as soon as she caught sight of Blake. "Uhh... hey?"

Blake glared, and crossed her arms. "Hey."

A silence wore on, and Blake noted with some amusement that Yang was clearly uncomfortable.

Nearly a full minute passed before Yang broke the silence. "So, uhh... no offense, but why'd you..."

Blake cut her off. "Well, I've been hearing rumors about the total freak you took home the other day, so-"

Yang's eyes widened, and she cut Blake off. "Oh, I'm so sorry! I didn't think you'd hear those! I mean, I didn't mean for them to get so out of control, I was just trying to top Nora's story and it just kind of went from there!"

Blake took a deep breath. "Well, I've had to listen to these rumors for a week now, so if there's any way you could-"

"I mean, I'll do my best, but it might just be better to let it blow over. I can change the subject whenever it comes up, and I won't talk about it anymore, so it should die down soon enough."

"Uh... thanks." Blake scratched at the back of her head, and started shuffling her feet. "Uh... I guess-"

Red hoodie decided to speak up from the kitchen then. "Hey, should I set out four plates, or three?"

Blake slowly backed towards the door, but Yang shot her a grin. "Four, sis."

She glared at the blonde, who just smiled back for a moment, before her face lit up. "Hey, Blake?"

She sighed inwardly. "Yeah?"

"You know, people can't really talk about a one night stand I had if it wasn't a one night stand, so..."

Blake stared. "You're joking, right?"

"Aw, come on. You know you had fun, I know I had fun-"

Blake couldn't lie, she did have a point. And she didn't really have much else to do that night, so maybe-

"So why don't we go on a few dates?"

Her thoughts screeched to a halt.

"Wh- what?" She stared, wide-eyed, at the girl.

Yang just smiled back. "I mean, you already met my family, so..."

There was a pregnant pause while Blake considered the offer.

Despite everything, she really did remember having a good time with Yang at the bar, and it had been a while since Blake had actually 'dated' anyone.

"You do know that this is the absolute worst way to ask someone out, right?"

Yang laughed. "Ah, come on, it'll be fun."

Blake was unable to respond, due to hoodie walking into the room with several plates of food.

After helping Yang to avert the disaster that was about to happen, she put the thoughts to rest in favor of enjoying her meal, and the company of the three.

Before the night ended, she was invited back, and essentially accepted into the group, the four bonding over that quintessential college pastime, complaining about assignments instead of doing them.

Blake, as the only one with an early class, left first. Yang saw fit to see her to the door, and without thinking twice, Blake kissed her goodbye.

Of course, by the time of their third date, Blake had realized she'd never really agreed to the relationship to begin with.

Despite that, she never did regret it.