Weiss had a plan. She was going to bring the tray back to the kitchen, then go to the library to see Blake and talk to her about her feelings. Perfect plan, no need to think too much. She knew it would only be harder if she thought too much.

She arrived at the empty cafeteria and quickly found the person she was looking for. She approached the woman who brought the tray the previous day and greeted her. "Hello, I'm Weiss, we talked on the phone yesterday."

The old woman gave her a big smile. "Thank you for bringing it back." She took the tray from Weiss and put it with the rest of the dirty dishes. "How was the food?"

"It was very good, Blake enjoyed it a lot. Thanks for the apple by the way." Weiss held up the apple that had been brought with the food. She didn't want to lose time going after Blake and was glad she decided to keep it for breakfast.

"I'm glad to hear that. Is she feeling better?"

Weiss was surprised by the question. The woman seemed to care a lot about Blake, more than the staff usually did for a student. "She's fine now."

"I'm sure she is if you were there for her." Sienna had a good idea of the feelings Blake had for Weiss. She wasn't really the type to bring breakfast in bed to someone she didn't like a lot. Whether it was as a close friend or something more remained to be seen.

Weiss and Sienna said their goodbyes and the heiress started walking toward the library while eating her apple. She was going to find Blake, maybe ask the librarian if she saw her if she had already left, maybe call her, then she would say that she had something to tell her and she would rather do it in a private place. Blake would probably start guessing what was about to happen, but she would agree. Well, probably. After all, the previous day could be called a date and Blake hadn't seemed to hate it or be uncomfortable with the idea. Maybe she didn't realize it was a date? From what she told her, Weiss guessed that Blake grew up with a lot of people, maybe it was normal for them to act like that? Maybe it had just been a normal day between friends for Blake and nothing more?

Weiss' quickly spiraling train of thought was interrupted by a commotion near the infirmary. She heard Jaune scream at people to get out of the way, with Nora backing him up. The noise got closer and closer and she decided to go and see what was going on.

When she arrived, she saw Nora brandishing Magnhild and scarring people away and Jaune talking with the nurse. She approached Ren, who was standing on the side. "Hello Ren. What's going on?"

Ren, unusually for him, looked a little worried when he heard someone call him but had a little smile when he saw it was Weiss. "Hi." He looked around, frowning at the other students in the corridor. "Can't really talk here, but we had a little… accident during our training."

Weiss got worried, especially since Pyrrha was nowhere to be seen. "What happened? Where's Pyrrha?"

Ren shook his head. He wouldn't talk with so many people around.

They waited in silence until Jaune waved at them, telling to come in. Once inside the infirmary with Jaune, Nora and Ren, Weiss saw the nurse frown at her. "She not part of your team. What is she doing here?" She didn't like having more people than necessary in the waiting room.

"Don't worry, she's our friend." The nurse looked at Jaune suspiciously before going back to the patients.

Weiss nodded at Jaune, thankful. "So, what's going on?"

Jaune sat down on a chair, followed by his teammates. They all looked exhausted. "We were camping in forever fall, you know, training, fighting the occasional Grimm, all that. I was training with Pyrrha this morning when a pack of Beowolves attacked." Jaune had a small, derisive laugh. "Pyrrha killed them all while I was stuck with one. We apparently missed one who snuck up on me, Pyrrha pushed me out of the way and got hit instead of me." Jaune put his head in his hands. "She should have let me get hit."

Nora continued the story, Jaune having stopped talking. "Ren and I heard the attack, killed the last Grimm when we arrived, brought Pyrrha back to Beacon and now she's going to be fine because the doctors are going to patch her up." Her voice started getting a little threatening at the end, making it clear that she would not accept Pyrrha not getting better quickly.

Weiss turned toward Ren. "How bad was it?" Seeing how the other two members of JNPR acted, it was the only way she would have an answer close to reality.

Ren shrugged. "She should be fine. The wound wasn't too bad and we got here quickly. She's sleeping for now."

Weiss sighed, relieved. "Good." She started making her way toward the door. "I'll let you rest now. Could you send me a message when she wakes up? Just to know she's fine."

Jaune looked at her with a small smile. "Sure. Could you avoid spreading it around? Just coming here attracted a crowd, if you confirm that Pyrrha is hurt…"

Weiss nodded. People wanting to confirm that the famous Pyrrha Nikos took a hit, whether because they were worried or just wanted to confirm it, would make it hard for her to rest. Leaving the infirmary, Weiss decided to go back to her room. Blake had to have finished at the library, and the first place Weiss would look for her was their room. It was even better than before since they would already be in a private place. She would be able to tell her immediately what she had to tell. It wasn't perfect however, because she wouldn't have anywhere to go if Blake didn't reciprocate.

It was a possibility and she had to be prepared for it. She wasn't sure how she would react, but breaking down in tears in front of Blake was certainly not what was going to happen. At least, she hoped.

Weiss arrived at her room and found it empty. She threw the apple core she was still holding in the bin and went to the bathroom. Since she was here, she could use the opportunity to fix her appearance.

She made sure her hair was not out of place, that her clothes were in place and weren't stained—a constant worry since she always wore white, she should try something different, blue maybe—and looked closely at the person in the mirror. The girl on the other side was very pretty, her white hair, her pale skin, her blue eyes… She looked like a princess. The more Weiss looked at her, the more the smile of the girl in the mirror disappeared. No matter how beautiful this girl was, Weiss knew that it was only a façade. She was arrogant, selfish, unlikable, had an awful temper and was almost unable to make friends. She drove people away because she was scared to open up to others, to let her real feelings known. Blake had said that she found her pretty, that it was her that helped her realized she liked girls, but it was only because she didn't know her well enough.

Weiss knew that she had to stop right there and go find Blake before it got worse, but a little voice in the back of her head interrupted that thought. It talked about how lucky she was to have found friends in Beacon, how Ruby, Yang and Blake were all good person and great friends. Confessing to Blake, especially if she rejected her, would certainly put a strain on their relationships, which could have repercussions on their performance in combat. Was it really worth it? Even Pyrrha had been hurt trying to protect Jaune. If they weren't always at their peak conditions, they could be badly wounded, even killed, because of her selfishness. And if Blake was hurt? Worse, what if she was killed because of her, because she tried to protect her? She wasn't sure she could take it. And why Blake anyway? Because she was the only one willing to listen to her? Or because she was a Faunus? After all, if Weiss Schnee could say that her first girlfriend was a Faunus, surely people would stop calling her racist.

"That's not true!" Weiss screamed, silencing the voice. She opened her eyes, having shut them at some point, and looked in the mirror. She met the blue eyes of the girl on the other side of the mirror. While she looked like a princess a few moments before, she was now completely different. Her pale skin made her look sick, her eyes were cold, unfeeling, and even the tears that started forming didn't help. Any trace of a smile had disappeared from her face. All in all, she didn't look like someone you wanted to get close to, not as friend and even less as a lover. Weiss couldn't bear to look at her anymore and sat down on the floor.

She had been sitting in silence for a few minutes when her scroll rang. "Hey Weiss, it's your favorite teammate. Heard there was a big storm in Vale last night. You and Blake got out in time?"

Weiss sighed. She didn't want to talk to anyone, but she knew that Yang wouldn't leave her if she told her. "W—We got surprised by the rain but managed to be back at Beacon before the storm really started." She tried to sound as normal as possible, but didn't really manage to hide the tears in her voice.

Yang wasn't fooled by Weiss' attempts at hiding her feelings. "Weiss is there something wrong?" Her voice became softer as her habits as a big sister kicked in. "Did you and Blake fight? Wait… Did she reject you?"

Weiss shook her head before remembering that Yang couldn't see her. "N—No, I didn't ask. What's the point? Someone like me… Being friend is already more than I could have hoped."

Yang remembered that time in the bathroom, when Weiss asked her if someone could love her. Yang had suspected it would cause trouble, that and the heiress tendency to hide her true feelings. Yang tried to cheer up Weiss the best she could, failing completely. The two girls said goodbye and hung up. Yang looked at Weiss' name on her scroll, frowning. She would not let her friend ruin her chances to be with the girl she loved because she couldn't accept that people could love her back.

Yang left the bedroom she shared with Ruby and went downstairs to the room that served as the workshop of the Xiao Long – Rose family. When they bought the house, Taiyang and Summer—or maybe Raven, Yang never got a real answer from her dad—decided to make the spare room on the first floor into a place where they could work on their weapons without having to worry about their young girls hurting themselves on the tools or weapons. Yang could still remember how angry her father got when she entered the room when she was six, surprising him while he worked with Dust.

Growing up, Ruby had been in there more than all the members of her family together. Yang found her working on her bullets in her pajamas. Yang knocked on the door to avoid surprising her. As fun as it would be, she did not have the time to deal with a dust explosion right now. "Hey Ruby, could you give me Coco's number?"

"Sure." Ruby delicately put the dust she was holding down and reached for the scroll she had put on a nearby table. "Why do you want to call her for?"

"Oh, err… Just wanted some advice on some clothes I have. She always dresses well and I heard she knows a lot about fashion so…"

Ruby narrowed her eyes at Yang. Her sister's only interest in fashion was how to be has sexy as possible, clearly she was hiding something. She decided not to pry. Yang hated prying, and it was always better to wait for her to talk about it by herself. "I guess your 'fashion magazine' can't help you."

Yang rolled her eyes. "Ha ha ha." Even Ruby could see that her sister was not really laughing. "It was years ago, and you know Dad never gave it back to me because of you, right?"

Ruby had the decency to look sheepish as she gave her scroll to Yang. The older girl put the number in her scroll and prepared to leave the room.

"By the way, Dad as something to tell us during lunch, so no showing up late."

Yang waved at Ruby, acknowledging her words, and went back to her room.

"Now, to have a happy Weiss…" Yang sat on her bed, organizing her thoughts for a second. "First, I have to talk to Velvet."

Yang called Coco's scroll, hoping she wouldn't wake team CFVY up.

After waiting a little, someone picked up the phone. "Just a moment." It was the voice of a man. A still sleepy, slightly irritated man. "Coco, come answer your damn scroll." He's voice was muffled as he called his team leader.

Coco's answer was muffled and couldn't be heard through the phone. A few seconds later and the phone was picked up. "Hello, Coco here."

"Hi, it's Yang, Ruby's sister. Err… Sorry about waking up your teammate."

"Don't worry about it, Fox is always cranky in the morning." Yang couldn't clearly hear Fox's reaction, but she was almost certain it started with an F.

Yang laughed, thinking about her own team. "We have one like that in our team." She stopped laughing, remembering why she was calling. "Hey, could I talk to Velvet? I have a few things I want to ask her."

"She's taking a shower, I think she's almost finished. What do you want to talk about with her?"

Yang knew why Coco was curious, after all she never really talked to Velvet before, but she didn't want to say too much in case her plan didn't work out. "I wanted to talk about Blake. I know they're friends so…" Yang didn't finish her sentence, hoping Coco would be satisfied.

"Speaking of Blake, are her and the princess together? I wasn't completely sure when I saw them the other day."

"They're not. Not yet at least."

"Oh?" Coco was starting to guess why Yang wanted to talk to her girlfriend. "Well, Vel is out, I'm giving her the phone."

Yang heard some shuffling as Coco handed the scroll to Velvet. "Hello?"

"Hi Velvet, it's Yang. I'll be quick. Has Blake told you anything about… how she felt about Weiss?"

Velvet thought for a few moments before answering. "She… might have said something, but you understand that I can't just go and tell anyone who ask, right? Why don't you ask her directly?"

Yang sighed. She understood why Velvet didn't want to talk, but it didn't make things easy. "Weiss is… not going well at the moment and I'd like to have Blake go comfort her, but given the situation, I want to make sure I'm not making things worse. As for asking Blake directly… She will ask why I want to know and if she manage to find out and doesn't reciprocate Weiss'—" Yang stopped herself, realizing she was about to tell more than she should. She took a deep breath and thought about her call with Weiss, calming herself. As distressing as hearing the heiress depressed and on the verge of tears, it wouldn't do any good if she couldn't control her emotions and screwed everything up.

"Well, if you're worried about that, I'm pretty sure those two feel the same way about each other. But it's something you just saw by yourself and I didn't have anything to do with that, right?"

Yang smiled. "Of course. Thank you Velvet."

"Not a problem, just… make sure those two are okay." The concern in Velvet's voice was genuine, surprising Yang. For all she knew, Velvet and Weiss had almost never talked.

"I will." Yang hung up and peeked outside her room.

Ruby was still the workshop and her dad wouldn't enter if he heard she was on the scroll. Good, she didn't want to be interrupted or have Ruby find out right now.

Yang called Blake, hoping to reach her before she went to the dorm. Weiss wasn't one to show her true emotions in public, so Yang had guessed she was in team RWBY's room, the echo of her voice making her think she was in the bathroom in particular.

"Yang?" Blake was surprised, she did not expect to get a call from her friend.

"Hey Blakey, I wanted to hear my best friend's voice."

"You'll have to call someone else if you keep calling me 'Blakey'." There was no irritation in Blake's voice. While she didn't like the nickname, she didn't really mind if Yang used it. It was more banter between them than anything else.

"Don't be like that." Yang decided to stop joking and go straight to the point. "Weiss isn't feeling well."

"What? What happened?" Blake's worry could be heard in her voice.

"From what I got, she thinks you're too good for her and that no one will love her because of her personality."

"That's not true, I—" Blake interrupted herself, not knowing that Yang was already aware of her feelings. Not that she didn't trust Yang, but she didn't really want to talk about it on the phone in the middle or a corridor. "Where is she? I'll go see her."

"I'll tell you, but I have to ask you a few things before."

"Yang, it's not the time for games." Blake was starting to get agitated. She didn't like knowing that Weiss felt like that and not being able to help.

"I'm not playing." Yang's eyes flashed red. How could Blake say that she was seeing it as a game when Weiss was alone and crying? She took a deep breath, calming herself. "Blake, do you really think I would do this if I didn't have a good reason?"

Blake thought about it. Yang loved teasing people and having fun, but she was always careful not to go too far. Even Weiss had agreed on that point. "Fine. What do you want to know?"

"Do you like… no, do you love Weiss?"

"You know." It wasn't a question but an affirmation. "You already know, you wouldn't ask it like that otherwise." Yang lacked subtlety, but thinking back on the conversation up until now, that was too blunt, even for her.

"I want to hear you say it."

There was a soft shuffling sound on the scroll as Blake looked around her to make sure no one was listening. "I do, I love her." Yang could imagine how red the usually secretive Blake was as she uttered those words.

"Then go to our room and tell her that. I'm sure you would prefer waiting for her to make the first step," Yang heard Blake humph on the other end of the line, "but you're going to have to be the one doing it this time."

"I'm on my way." Yang could hear the sound of Blake's footsteps.

Yang had one last thing to say before hanging up. "Blake just… don't scare her off."

"Don't worry." With that, Blake hung up.

Yang let herself fall on her bed, hoping that the next time they'll see each other, things would be different between her friends, for the better.

Blake was walking as fast as she could without running outright. When Yang told her about Weiss, she felt a pain in her chest imagining the heiress crying, alone. It wasn't like her to let her emotions out like that, yet Blake scolded herself because she should have expected that. They had spent the majority of the previous day together, went on what could almost be called a date, took a shower together and slept in the same bed. And it was on top of everything that happened the days before, were they both opened up to each other and shared a lot of things they hid from everyone else. For Blake, it was clear than something more than friendship was developing between them, but as Yang said, she wasn't the type to make the first step and she was fine with taking her time.

Yet, when she thought of Weiss, Blake could only berate herself. Weiss had a hard time telling people were friends with her, it could only be worse when it came to feelings deeper than that. She was probably finding all the excuses she could to tell herself that Blake only saw her as a friend.

Blake entered team RWBY's room, expecting to see Weiss on her bed, but she was only welcomed by silence. She looked around the room, trying to find any clues about the heiress' location when saw a piece of paper on her desk. Nothing unusual for Weiss, but this one looked different than usual. Where Weiss' notes were always very neat and tidy, this one was covered in crossed words, words of different sizes and lines connecting them.

Blake went over Weiss' desk to read it. At the top, she saw what looked like the title.

"Mirror Mirror part 2 (Maybe find a better title?)"

Blake wondered if it had anything to do with the song Velvet made them listen to. It was also about mirrors, maybe this one was a continuation. She looked at the rest of the paper sheet, trying to find out what it was about. It seemed Weiss had a habit of making comments on her own writings in a different color.

"Chorus: Belief: fairy stories = invisible ghosts = believe in me (I can't.)" The last part was crossed but could still be read. It seemed Weiss was trying to find ideas around a theme, it being for a chorus confirming that Weiss was writing a song. Blake wondered if it was okay for her to keep reading something so personal, but her curiosity won out. Maybe she could find something that would help her.

"Forget those stupid daydreams and do what I told you. (I can't forget you said that)" Weiss was clearly shaking when she had written the comment and Blake was impressed that she had been able to hide it from her when they both had been in the same room. Granted, she had a tendency to get lost in her books.

"And isolation's/The price you pay/And every friendship/Is pushed away" Those four lines had been circled and three words had been added next to them. "Not anymore. Blake." Seeing her name used like that, Blake felt a small smile appear on her face.

And at the bottom of the sheet, there was one phrase that had been written, without any comment or other marks. "I think I might change it all." Weiss wanted to change, and she had already started doing so. Blake was going to do her best to help her.

Blake put down the paper and started moving toward the bathroom. If Weiss was in the dorm and she could not see her, there were not a lot of places she could have gone.

Weiss had not moved since she got the call from Yang. She was sitting on the cold bathroom floor, lost in thought. At least, she didn't have to look at the mirror. While she had felt like crying multiple times, she always managed to keep it in. Seemed like her father's training had not been completely worthless after all.

She missed the sound of the dorm room opening and was surprised when Blake entered the bathroom. "What are you doing here?"

Blake didn't answer immediately and sat down next to Weiss, putting an arm around her shoulders. "I just want to spend more time with you."

"What?"

"Those last few days have been very nice. I got to talk a little about me, and I learned a lot about you. I remember thinking that were a real spoiled brat when we first met, blowing up at Ruby like that—"

"She's the one that blew up."

Blake had a small chuckle. If Weiss hadn't lost her sense of humor, maybe it wasn't as bad as she had feared. "You know what I mean." There was a small silence before Blake continued. "When we got put in the same team and started fighting together, I saw you as someone competent, one of the best student of the year, but an awful personality. You were pretty harsh with Ruby after she'd been made the leader too." Blake could feel Weiss tense up.

"I know." Weiss had since realized how hard it must be for her teammates to deal with her when she was in a bad mood.

"But you've changed. You've accepted and supported her, and my opinion of you changed too. I saw you as a teammate, then as a friend, then…" Blake took a deep breath. No running away this time. If she continued, things between her and Weiss would change. But that's what she wanted, she didn't want to just be her friend anymore. "Then I started feeling… something more." Blake removed her arm from Weiss and sat in front of her, looking her in the eyes. "Weiss, would you be my girlfriend?" It was far from the ideal confession she had read about in her books. They were sitting on the cool floor of their bathroom instead of being in an idyllic location and her voice was shaking instead of being full of confidence. But all she cared about was Weiss' answer.

It took almost half a minute before Weiss was able to react. "Why? You said it yourself, I have an awful personality, I'm not as sexy as Yang or as nice as Ruby or—" Weiss was interrupted by a pair of lips pressing against hers.

Blake had decided that, if Weiss was going to find excuses anyway, she would leave absolutely no doubt about her feelings.

Weiss' first reaction was to move back, but Blake was holding her by the shoulders. Blake probably would have let go if she had insisted, but she decided against it. She felt herself melt into the kiss, wanting this instant to last forever.

Sadly, it was not to be, and the two girls parted after a few moments that had felt too short. Blake was the one to break the silence. "I did not fall in love with a perfect girl, but with you, Weiss Schnee. You're stubborn, prideful, you act confident even when you don't have any idea what you're doing. But you also learn from your mistakes, you didn't hesitate to help Velvet and Coco when they were here and you were willing to forgive me, even you could have hated me for what the White Fang made you go through. I could go on and on about what I like about you, but the important thing is that I want to be with you for as long as possible. So Weiss, do you want to be my girlfriend?"

For the first time in years, Weiss felt a tear roll down her cheek. "I—Am I dreaming? You're not joking, right?"

Blake winced. "That would be a horrible joke to make. I'm completely serious." As she said that, she felt Weiss throw her arms around her and hug her, maybe a little tighter than was comfortable, but Blake didn't mind.

After a few moments, Weiss let her go and looked at her in the eyes. "To answer your question, I do." Weiss' lips brushed Blake's, unsure if it was okay for her to do that. Blake dispelled her doubts by pulling her closer to her and kissing back. The two girls separated again, if only because the floor was starting to get really uncomfortable. "Maybe we should go on a bed."

"We just got together, don't you think it's a little early?" Blake grinned at Weiss. Just because she was her girlfriend—she felt incredibly happy to be able to think of Weiss that way—didn't mean she would stop teasing her.

Weiss blushed when she heard that, but it had more do to hearing Blake say they were together than the joke. She still had a hard time believing it was real, that her and Blake were really dating.

The two girls stood up, Blake being the first one to leave the bathroom.

As she followed Blake, Weiss threw one last glance at the girl in the mirror. She looked better than before. Her pale skin, her bright blue eyes, her scar… The sick girl had left place to the princess once more, and Weiss hoped it would stay like that for a while. The last thing Weiss saw before losing sight of her was her smile.

And here it is, the big moment. Blake and Weiss are finally together, all is well with the world.

Or not, because they live on Remnant and not in some utopian world. But at least they will be together facing the future. ;)

So no, the story is not over yet.

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