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Hi! So honestly I’ve never written before and I’m aware that this isn’t the best writing out there. But, I love this ship so much I did it anyway! If any of you could give me writing tips or have any comments about the fanfic that would be absolutely wonderful!!
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“What’ll I Do?”
She looked over at Blanche and saw her laughing with all of those men she could never stop talking about. This will show her. “D flat is good for me.” She rose out of her chair, her heart pounding and her determination stronger than ever. She let the music flow out between her lips.
“♪ What'll I do ♪
When I am wondering
♪ Who is kissing
you ♪ What'll I do?
♪ What'll I do
♪ With just a photograph
♪ To tell my troubles to?
♪ When I'm alone
♪ With only dreams of you
♪ That won't come
true ♪ What'll I do?”
She looked over at Blanche, almost unconsciously, and suddenly all of the feelings she’d been holding in for the past 7 years threatened to spill out and consume her from the inside out. Before she would do something she would regret, she started to sing louder in the attempt to drown out her feelings, along with the cheers of the unsuspecting men.
“♪ What'll I do ♪
With just a photograph
♪ To tell my troubles to?
♪ When I'm alone
♪ With only dreams of you
♪ That won't come true
♪ What'll I do? ♪”
Blanche couldn’t take it anymore. She had told herself all of her life that she only liked men and that was final. The flutter she had gotten in her chest when Dorothy was around was just a stupid girl crush. Everyone got those, right? Either way, she couldn’t shake the feeling that this song was for her. As she met Dorothy's brown eyes as the song finished, the feeling became too strong and she was so scared to show what she felt that she made a run for the bathroom, praying Dorothy wouldn’t chase after her like she seemingly always did.
“Honey, I don’t understand what you’re so upset about!” Dorothy exclaimed as she ran into the bathroom.
“The Rusty Anchor is my place, damn it, not yours.” She reached for a tissue in her bag, turning away from Dorothy. She couldn’t handle meeting her eyes. It was too risky.
“Blanche, you were the one that begged me to come down here.” She finally met Blanche’s tearful eyes. “You were the one who told me to get a life!”
“Well I didn’t mean mine!” Now the tears were really coming. Damn it. Now she knows for sure. “I didn’t know you were gonna come in here and just take my place away from me!” She exclaimed, “I would never do that to you Dorothy!”
“Blanche I’m… I’m sorry I had no idea.” She turned to leave, feeling her heart sink into her stomach and her head swim with doubt.
Blanche took a deep breath and realized that if she didn’t do this, she would lose her Dorothy.“All right the truth is… I’m in love with you.” She put her hand to her chest, feeling her heart beat a million miles per hour. “Oh God, that leaves a bad taste in my mouth.”
“Blanche, what are you talking about!?” She turned and grabbed Blanche’s arm, not believing what she was actually hearing. She almost wanted to pinch herself. No way this was real.
She took her hand in Dorothy’s and looked into her eyes. Those damn eyes. She could just melt on the spot. “Dorothy, the one thing in my life I've always been assured of is being the center of attention. Oh, I knew I never had to worry about competing with any other woman 'cause I'd always win. But when I saw you sing the other night, I realized why all those men were practically fallin' all over themselves to get to you. Because, Dorothy, when you sing, you light up the room. You do. You positively glow. You're just… You're beautiful.” She could feel the tears already forming once again, threatening to spill over.
“Oh Blanche you don’t have to say that, but do you mean it? Are you really.. In love with me?”
“Well believe me it isn’t an easy thing to admit! Growing up in the south everyone always tells you how evil those men and women were who loved the same sex! It was an awful thing to hear growing up, and being me I hid my being bisexual. I was fine with being only with men, as you know.” She winked, “But it’s true, Dorothy. You came along and.. I couldn't hide anymore.”
“Blanche Devereaux, that is the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard.” She whispered, the tears finally spilling over.
“It is?”
“Absolutely.”
“Dorothy, usually when I tell people I love them I’m not being sincere, but I really mean this one, I swear.”
“Look Blanche, the Rusty Anchor is not worth risking our relationship over, if you want me to stop coming here, I will.”
“Oh Dorothy, I don’t want to come here without you, I just have one question.”
“What is it honey?”
“Will you be with me, as my girlfriend?”
“Oh Blanche, honey… Yes!”
They embraced, neither one ever wanting to let go. They were finally together. As they parted they stayed in each other’s arms, gazing into one another’s eyes.
“So what are we going to do now? We have a whole group of men out there who probably think we’re tearing each other apart right about now.”
“Blanche, why don’t we go out there and do a duet.”
“Do you know Cry Me a River?”
“No, I don’t.”
“Great! We’ll do that one.”