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Valentine's Day
Blake was either really lucky, or really dumb. She wasn’t quite sure which at this point. Maybe a little bit of both. All she knows is that she woke up on Valentine’s Day without a date. And now she had one. With Weiss, no less.
She wasn’t sure if she had intended to ask her out. Or if she had just taken the opportunity that presented itself when Weiss seemed unenthusiastic about her lack of plans for the evening. All Blake had done was ask if Weiss had plans later, to which Weiss had answered no. So Blake asked Weiss to dinner.
Had she done so knowing full well that she had asked her good friend, that she has secretly been pining for, out on a date on Valentine’s Day? Absolutely. Did she think it would’ve worked? Absolutely not. But here she was. The afternoon of Valentine’s Day, with a date in a few hours, and nothing planned.
Was it even a date? Blake hadn’t really specified. What if Weiss just thought they were having dinner as friends? To Blake, that was worse than Weiss just flat out rejecting her offer. Blake definitely wanted this to be considered a date.
Now in a mild state of panic, she does the only thing she can think of. She calls Yang. As the phone rings, Blake realizes that this may not have been the best idea. But Yang answers before she can hang up.
“Hey Blake, what’s up?”
“I’m super nervous and I don’t know what I’m going to do.” Blake lets out an exasperated sigh.
“About your Valentine’s Day date night with the Ice Queen?”
“How do you know?”
“Weiss called me a little bit ago. Wouldn’t shut up about it. Kinda annoying, as usual. What’s wrong? Trying to back out? Wouldn’t blame you.”
“What?” Blake surprises herself at how instantly appalled she was at the idea of not following through with this date. “I would never. I absolutely want to go.”
“Listen, I know you have a cute little well, super big crush on Weiss. So this is like your dream come true. What’s the issue?” Yang can’t help but ask expectantly.
“What if she doesn’t think it’s a date? And I look like a fool? And what if I don’t get anything right, and end up messing up the entire evening? Do I buy her flowers? Or chocolate-“
“Woah, Blakey. Calm down. Take a deep breath.” Taking a few seconds, Blake inhales slowly and lets Yang finish what she’s saying as she exhales calmly. “You of all people would know what to get Weiss. You read all those cheesy romance books. You know all the stupid little things about Weiss that no one else could care to remember. Because it’s important to you. You have everything you need to make this date successful.”
“And what is that?”
“You! You already know what Weiss’ favorite flowers are. Bring her those. Take her to dinner and treat her the way you always do. If you want to do something for dessert, make it fun.” After a few moments of internal debate and deliberation, an idea pops into Blake’s head.
“Okay. I think I have an idea what we can do.” Blake says as she grabs her keys off the counter and heads out the front door towards the flower shop nearby. “Anything else you can think of?”
“I don’t think so… oh wait, yeah.” A few seconds pass before Blake wonders if the call had dropped. “Maybe try to do us all a favor and seal the deal?”
“What do you mean?”
“You’re always so wistful and Weiss is always so uptight. It would probably be better for all of us if the two of you got laid.”
“Really, Yang?” Rolling her eyes heavily, Blake steps into the florist shop. “I’ve got to go. I’ll talk to you later.”
“Good luck getting laid.” It’s the last snarky remark Blake hears before disconnecting the call. Oddly, she seems more relaxed than before.
———
As Blake pulls her car to a stop outside of Weiss’ apartment, she grabs the bouquet of white lilies from the seat beside her and makes her way to the door, knocking three times before waiting. She hears Weiss yell that the door is open, and makes her way into the apartment in search of her friend.
“I’m ready to go, I promise, I’m just looking for one thing.”
When Blake catches sight of Weiss, she loses her train of thought. Her hair is perfectly braided and hanging delicately over her shoulder. And her outfit is nothing out of the ordinary for her, though for anyone else it would look seemingly overdone. Weiss finally looks over and sees the flowers in Blake’s hand, as well as Blake’s obvious staring.
“You brought me flowers? You’re so sweet.” Weiss rushes over to take them from Blake and place them in a vase that she pulls from a cabinet.
“I didn’t want to show up empty handed.” A half smile making its way across Blake’s face as she waits for Weiss to join her near the door.
“Don’t be ridiculous. How can you be empty handed when we are going to dinner, you dolt?” Weiss laughs airily as she walks past Blake and out the door.
“I hadn’t thought of that.” Blake admits, following Weiss to the car.
———
Their drive to the restaurant and the dinner they shared went relatively well. It felt no different than any other time they had gone to dinner together. It had never been difficult for the two of them to find something to talk about.
But tonight, that worried Blake. Tonight wasn’t supposed to be a normal night for them. Blake had wanted it to be something different. Something that meant something different. And this felt just like any other day. Should she have listened to Yang? Did Weiss even think this was a date? Blake wasn’t sure anymore. When the check comes to the table, Blake pays without hesitation and for once, Weiss doesn’t try to fight her.
As they walk out of the restaurant, Blake holds open Weiss’ coat for her, allowing her to easily slide her arms down into the sleeves.
“I also made a reservation at the chocolatier that you like a few blocks over to do a tasting, if you would like to go?” Blake didn’t want to try and ask Weiss to do something she didn’t want to or wasn’t comfortable doing.
“I don’t know how you could even think I would say no to that offer.” Weiss smiles at her before reaching out to hold onto the top part of Blake’s arm, falling into step beside her. “I do have one small request.”
“Hmm?” Unable to form a coherent sentence, Blake resorts to a small hum.
“Can we walk through the park instead of driving? It’s not far and the walk is rather nice.”
Without a second thought, Blake nods her head in agreement as Weiss leads the way through the park. After a few minutes of comfortable silence as they walk, Blake can’t help but ask Weiss the burning question in her mind.
“Why did you agree to spend your Valentine’s Day with me? I’m sure you had plenty of requests, which I’m also sure you chose to turn down.” She looks over at Weiss, knowingly.
“I’m perfectly fine right where I am. And because there’s no where else I’d like to be.”
It’s nearly effortless, Weiss’ response. And for some reason, it only confuses Blake more. Are they just friends spending this hopelessly sad day for singles together? Or does Weiss also wish this were a date and was treating it as such? She probably should’ve just asked Weiss that question, but they had arrived at the chocolatier and Blake didn’t have time to ask another question.
———
The tasting was supposed to last for around a hour and end with some kind of homemade ice cream with hot fudge on it. Which all sounded pretty tasty to Blake when she made the reservation. Blake wasn’t really a huge fan of chocolate. But she knew Weiss liked to indulge in fancy chocolates from time to time, so this was something fun they could do together.
When the gentleman assisting them hands Blake a sample of a single sourced premium dark chocolate, she has no idea what that means and pops the small piece into her mouth, watching as Weiss takes a small bite from the edge of her piece. Immediately, she understands why. The chocolate was very bitter. Really, Blake was surprised they had the audacity to even call it chocolate in the first place. And she can’t help but grimace at the bitterness, making Weiss laugh.
“Don’t like that one?” She asks through her laugh.
“What?” Blake asks sarcastically after she swallows the chocolate. “That was definitely my favorite. So delicious. Velvety smooth.” And she can’t help but smile as Weiss continues laughing.
A sigh of relief washes over Blake once the host brings their ice cream and hot fudge sundaes over to their table. And it doesn’t go without Weiss noticing, as she continues to snicker under her breath. Blake is unable to resist diving into the dessert in front of her, quickly becoming preoccupied with eating it.
“You have chocolate on the end of your nose.” Weiss gestures towards the end of Blake’s nose.
Crossing her eyes, trying to see it for herself without success, Blake can’t help but ask “Where?”
And Weiss takes the opportunity to stick her finger in the hot fudge left from her own ice cream and poke the end of Blake’s nose with it. “Right there.” Weiss teases her a little longer before handing Blake a napkin to wipe it off.
———
When they get back to Weiss’ apartment, Blake runs around the car to open the door for her. And it surprises Weiss a little bit. She’s not used to having someone treat her so decently and be genuine about it. But she knows Blake would never have ulterior motives.
“You are very thoughtful, Blake Belladonna.” Weiss says as she turns in the doorway to face Blake, who is standing two steps behind her.
“And you are worthy of all my thoughts, Weiss Schnee.” She notices Weiss seems to be deliberating on something before she speaks again, so she patiently and nervously waits.
“Why did you bring me lilies instead of roses? It is Valentine’s Day, after all.” Weiss asks, hopefully already knowing the answer to the question she’s asking.
“Because I know they are your favorite. And I wasn’t going for expected things today, I just wanted them to be what you like.” Blake shrugs, looking up only to be captivated by icy blue eyes.
“Well, you know, in certain cultures white lilies mean you hope for one hundred years of love.” Of course Blake knows that, but she didn’t know Weiss knew. And when Weiss takes a step closer to her, Blake feels herself release a small nervous sigh.
“It would be a shame to only have one hundred years with you.”
When Blake gives Weiss the same old cheesy half smile, the next thing she feels is the soft press of Weiss’ lips against her own.