Disclaimer: I don't own RWBY.

It all started a few weeks ago. At first, Yang only came over occasionally to babysit Hans. Then she'd start buying groceries, cooking and cleaning. Weiss was a little surprised, but welcomed any help. Between her work and her son, she could certainly use it. She could've just hired a maid, but she never did like the idea of someone serving her.

She only started to realize something was off when she realized Yang was no longer teasing her or flirting with her. That's when she realized another thing.

Yang rarely went home.

Once she got off work, Yang would spend the rest of the day tending to Weiss' apartment and taking care of Hans. At night, she would be so exhausted that she would pass out on the couch.

Weiss couldn't believe it took her this long to realize this, but Yang was living with her.

That's why, once they'd put Hans to bed, Weiss sat Yang on the couch.

Weiss had been born to a wealthy family and had spent years training proper mannerisms and how to negotiate. She knew that a measured and diplomatic would often get her what she wanted.

"What's your game, Xiao Long?" She chose a different route with Yang.

"Excuse me?"

"You know what I'm talking about. What are you planning?"

Yang blinked at Weiss in confusion. "Well, I was planning on making steak and mashed potatoes tomorrow, as that's Hans' favourite. Along with a side of steamed vegetables. Primarily peas and carrots."

"He hates carrots."

"He has to eat his veggies."

"See?! That's what I'm talking about! The Yang I know would rather give Hans a doughnut than force him to eat something he doesn't like!"

"Sounds like the Yang you know is an idiot."

Weiss couldn't believe what she was hearing. "Are you serious? What is going on? We sleep together once and all of a sudden you're my wife? What's the point?"

"What do you mean, what's the point? Can't I just help out a friend?"

"Not if it means living here! You spend your evenings eating dinner with me and Hans and watching TV on our couch, when just a few weeks ago you would go out to bars and then go home with whatever girl was drunk enough or pathetic enough to sleep with you!" That statement was followed by tense silence in which the two just stared at each other. "See? Right now, you should be making a joke about which one I was. What is wrong with you?"

Yang continued to stare at Weiss for a few moments, remaining calm as she spoke. "Maybe I'm not as immature as you may think."

Weiss frowned as she looked down. "But...that's always been you. You were always the one who was drunk before anyone else even got a drink. The one who would always start making out with complete strangers. The one who would never let fears about what others thought of her get in the way of a fun night. I guess, in a way, I always admired that about you."

Yang's eyes widened at the statement, but quickly closed as she let her head sink and a sad chuckle escaped her lips. "Admired it? Well, let me tell you, Weiss, those 'fun nights' were often followed by a lot of hollow mornings. And sure, I've slept with a few hotties, but every time I did, I would usually want them out of my bed as soon as possible. But...when I woke up next to you." She looked up into Weiss' eyes. "I wished you'd never leave."

The sheer honesty in Yang's voice and eyes caused Weiss to inhale sharply. "Yang...I..."

"Weiss..." Yang interrupted as she took Weiss' hand into her own. "You are an amazing woman. You're beautiful and strong and smart. And you're such a caring mother. And I...I'm just a lowly mechanic who wasted most of her youth partying. But when I'm with you, I feel like I could do better. Be better. And god knows I could do better for Hans. He...hasn't exactly seen the best of me. But I wanna try. I wanna try to be someone who can take care off him. Someone who could be seen as responsible and mature. Someone who..." She gulped. "Someone you'd be proud to be with."

"Yang..."

"But, if you decide that what happened between us was just a fluke and you really are straight, or you just don't want to be with me, I understand," Yang said as she flashed Weiss a fake, before looking down. "Maybe you're right. Maybe I should go home for once. I've bothered you and Hans enough."

But as she made to get up, a firm hand on her shoulder pressed her back down. Yang stared at the hand in confusion before turning to Weiss, who was...smiling?

"You're more mature than you give yourself credit for," she said. "After all, you were practically a second mother to Ruby. I recall so many times when you would immediately toss any plans out the window to take care of her. You always took time for her. For all of us. You're kind and loving and you always make me laugh."

At that, Yang quirked an eyebrow.

"On the inside," Weiss shrugged. "You are a wonderful person Yang. We've been friends for so long, and you're really good with Hans. And..." She removed the hand from Yang's shoulder and propped herself up on her legs. "If you were to ask me out, I guess I wouldn't be completely against it."

Yang just stared at her dumbfounded. Did she just...? A wide smile appeared on her face as tears formed in her eyes. Leaping forward, she enveloped Weiss in a bone-crushing hug, eliciting a yelp from white-haired woman.

"Hey, hands off! You have to at least buy me dinner first before we go any further!"

"Buy you dinner?" Yang yelled as she pulled back. "Are you mad? I'm gonna make you dinner! And then I'm gonna take you to a movie! Or would you prefer theater? I'll think of something! Don't worry, Weiss! I'm gonna give you the best first date ever!" With that declaration, Yang rushed out of the apartment.

Weiss just shook her head. What did I just agree to? The mere thought of what Yang had in store for her filled her with as much dread as it did excitement.

Guess I'll just have to wait and see. A slight grin appeared on her face as she got up and went to bed.