This is the first fic I've published here. I've decided to do some Qrow x Glynda, since I haven't seen anyone else tackle this ship. Please leave reviews and comments. Constructive criticism and suggestions are much appreciated.

It was just after classes had ended for the day and Glynda Goodwitch was making her way to Beacon Academy's teachers' lounge. As she walked in she saw the usual suspects there, Ozpin, Port, and Oobleck. She greeted them and waved, almost immediately going for the coffee machine. It had become a routine thing for her.

"Glynda, you seem rather stressed today." Said the headmaster, "More so than usual. Something happened I presume?"

The bespectacled blonde leaned against a table and sipped her coffee before looking back at Ozpin with a tired look in her eyes. "Nothing really that bad, but rather I'm both frustrated and concerned." Glynda let out a deep sigh, shifting her eyes to the cup in her hand. "The scores on the last few quizzes I've given have been less than optimal. I've even made them easier and yet the result is the same. I feel that some of the students aren't absorbing the material enough, or that perhaps they're not studying properly. It just makes it seem like I'm not worthy as an educator."

Port stopped his conversation with Oobleck, having overheard the female professor's problem. "Oh come now, Glynda. You are both a talented Huntress and gifted teacher! There is now way that is the case. You have much to offer; the students just aren't looking in the right places."

She chuckled a bit at his last comment. "Yes, you may be right Port. Actually, I think I caught Mr. Arc staring at my chest. Ugh, men are such pigs sometimes."

"Um, that's…not quite what I meant. Although I don't think Mr. Arc was doing so intentionally. You cannot blame the boy if he finds you attractive. I mean, I remember when I was his age."

"I know. Perhaps he has a crush on me? Oh, what am I saying? He couldn't possibly. After all, I'm not a young girl at Beacon anymore. Those were the days."

All of a sudden, a black bird flew through the window and took the form of a Qrow Branwen. "Relax, Glynda," he said, "you've still got plenty of good years left. You can still turn some heads. Hell, that boy staring at you is a clear sign of it." He pulled his trademark flask out from the inside of his jacket and took a swig of what was inside. All the while, Qrow's comment had made the strict disciplinarian blush.

"Damn it, Qrow. Why must you always say things like that? I swear the only response in your head when you see a woman is to hit on them."

The drunkard seemed to take offense to her comment. "Hey, that's not true. Sure I act like that a lot, but I can be a complete gentleman if I want." Glynda put down her coffee cup and crossed her arms under her chest.

"Oh really? Please, you haven't been anything even close to a gentleman since we were both students here. All I hear nowadays is how you go around womanizing and drinking while on missions." The atmosphere had become tense. All the other faculty members had begun to make their leave to their respective offices, but Glynda and Qrow stayed. It seemed like it was going to be another one of those days.

"I take offense to that. I'm a fine Huntsman and if I wanna fool around a bit, that's my choice. It's all in good fun. I was a different man back then. I used to think that love was something pure and I had a foolish dream to marry a beautiful woman. That is, until she was taken from me." The man took another drink from his flask, which Glynda proceeded to take using her semblance. She chucked it out the window. "Hey, what'd you go and do that for? There was some good whiskey in there."

She was mad, very much so. "I did that because I can't stand to see you drink when I'm trying to have a serious conversation with you. Also, you could have still found someone else. Summer wasn't the only option you had, you know. There were others."

He raised an eyebrow at her comment. "Really? And who do you think would've gone out with me? All the chicks except Summer were creeped out by me for who knows what reason." How he remembered it. Trying to get a date for the dance and being turned down for being "too creepy looking" or strange. He couldn't lie. He was a bit jealous of Taiyang because of his popularity with the ladies. Hell, that man would bring home a new girl every week and bed her. But to him there was always one girl who didn't care about what he was perceived to be. Summer Rose. To Qrow Branwen she was the most beautiful girl in the world. It was like love at first sight. It sucked he lost her to Tai in the end.

"I can think of at least one person. She was around you quite a lot, and yet you never accepted her advances. All because of your infatuation with Summer." There was a hint of hostility in her voice when she uttered Summer's name. Qrow picked up on it. He was too keen not to.

"Yeah right. Next you're gonna tell me that you were that girl." Glynda walked up to him and slapped him in the face, her eyes seeming like they were beginning to water.

"I was that girl, you drunken idiot! Not once did you even look my way! I was your friend and nothing more. It killed me every day that I tried to confess, but something always happened."

Qrow was legitimately shocked by this news. To think that Glynda Goodwitch had a crush on him. "Glynda, I had no idea. I'm sorry. Do you still feel the same way? I can make it up to you if you want."

The tears had already begun to flow down her face. He reached out and hugged her, holding her tightly. "How can you ask something like that now? After all these years. I liked you before, but you're a changed man now. And you haven't changed for the better." The dusty old crow looked at the crying blonde in his arms, placed his hand under her chin and kissed her. Glynda was caught by surprise, and pushed him away. "Why'd you do that for? Don't you understand what stealing a girl's first kiss is…oop!"

"What? Glynda don't tell me you're serious." She nodded her head, confirming his suspicions. "Well, if it means that much to you, I'll take full responsibility."

The blonde beauty looked him in the eyes. She was blown away, but she had to make sure he was serious. "You better," she said in a moderately stern voice, as their lips joined once more. "If you're serious, go out to dinner with me tonight. Prove to me you're still a gentleman and that you still care about me." Qrow couldn't turn this down. It would be hard to not drink too much. Having developed a bad case of alcoholism over the years does that to you. But for her, he'd do anything.

"Alright, Glynda. I'll pick you up around 8." He said as they both exchanged smiles and he bid her goodbye, flying out the window.