A few weeks passed, but Weiss was never able to muster the courage needed to come out to Blake and get the more direct advice she wanted. Meanwhile, Blake's situation regarding her crush didn't improve. In the first few days after the following afternoon out she did feel like she was starting to move on. However, nearly every night after, she was visited by increasingly vivid dreams about the two of them together, and it was starting to take its toll on her. She would stay up at night to keep herself from dreaming, and try to take her mind to other places, but it wasn't any help. Weiss was in every corner of her mind, and it was driving her to the brink of insanity.
The lack of sleep was beginning to show, but she was able to do a good job of hiding the cause. After the recent encounter the team had had with Roman at the White Fang rally, her teammates were starting to grow more worried about her obsession with finding answers. While it was true that that weighed heavily in her mind, it was matched almost equally by her growing depression about Weiss. Her mood declined more rapidly than before, and she felt herself losing interest in everything.
One of the other things on her mind was the constant pressure from her friends and teammates to come to the dance. With all the recent stress, she needed more than anyone to have a night to relax and have fun. The attempts by her team to convince her were having no effect, and eventually Yang decided to take matters into her own hands. She succeeded in luring Blake away to talk to her alone in an empty classroom, but the raven-haired girl still refused to budge. Yang's temper eventually got the best of her for a brief moment, and it was enough for her to drive her point home.
"I'm not asking you to stop..." Yang said, sounding on the verge of tears as she pulled Blake into a hug. "Just please, get some rest. Not just for you, but for the people you care about. And, if you feel like coming out tomorrow, I'll save you a dance."
She broke the embrace and made her way up the stairs and to the door at the back of the room, leaving Blake by herself to think things over.
She's right, I need to stop this, Blake thought, letting out a sigh as she started to leave. It's not fair to her, to my team, to my friends... But it's not just Roman, it's Weiss... It's always been Weiss... Am I ready to tell her about this yet? No, not really, but I don't think I have much of a choice.
"Yang, wait," Blake called out before her partner was through the door, walking back to the front of the room as she did. "I... I really appreciate you doing this, so thank you. But... that's not the only reason I've been acting this way."
Yang turned around immediately and walked back down. "What do you mean?" she asked with a look of serious concern. "What's going on?"
"There's something I..." Blake began, but hesitated. "Nevermind, it's nothing. Forget I said anything." There was something in her head screaming at her not to say anything, that if she just kept it to herself it'd go away in time. She wanted to believe it, but she'd already started and knew that Yang wouldn't leave her alone until the information came out.
"Don't give me that," the blonde said, narrowing her eyes. "Tell me right now, what's wrong?"
"Yang, please, I can't—"
"NOW!"
"ALRIGHT!" Blake yelled, throwing her arms up in the air. "IT'S WEISS, OKAY?" She instantly regretted both her tone and actually disclosing the information so easily, but it was already done. She let her arms fall back to her sides and stared down at the floor while she waited for Yang's response.
Yang gave her a confused look, "Weiss? What about Weiss? Did something happen between you two?"
"No, no," Blake replied in a much quieter voice than before. It was true, nothing had happened between them, but not for the reason Yang was thinking. Blake sat down in the front row of the room and put her head down, covering it with her hands. "It's not something I want to talk about..."
"Whether you want to or not, we're going to," Yang said with an odd mix of sympathy and authority. She sat down next to her partner and put an arm around the girl's shoulders. "You know you can tell me anything. Whatever it is, I'm here for you, we all are."
She's right, I can trust her with anything. Maybe she'll have something more helpful to say than Pyrrha. I shouldn't say that, Pyrrha was being helpful, and if it were anyone but Weiss I'm sure her advice would've worked.
Blake sighed as picked her head up off the table, "Alright. About Weiss... I... I'm..." She knew what she wanted to say, but her brain was fighting her lips about letting it out. "I just... I can't stop thinking about her. I keep having dreams about us as a couple, and I can't get her out of my head. I tried to see if she might be interested, but she shot that down in a heartbeat. That was weeks ago though, and I thought I'd be over her by now, but I—"
"Hold on a minute," Yang interrupted with eyes as wide as dinner plates. "Are you saying you asked out Weiss?"
"No, I was too afraid to. I brought up if she was into girls to see if it was even a possibility, and her reaction was... not good."
"Wait, I thought you and Sun were a thing. You two have been—"
"No, we're not," Blake interrupted, a little more forcefully than she would've liked. "He's a really sweet guy, but... I don't know, the way I feel about Weiss isn't like anything I've ever felt before."
"Oh... alright. Well, let's go back a few steps then. What exactly happened when you talked to her?" Yang asked.
Blake shrugged, "I asked if she liked girls, and she doesn't, simple as that."
It took every last fiber of control Yang had not to tell her partner about the conversation with Weiss the night they were out at the party. A promise was a promise though, so she kept it to herself. However, no part of that promise said she couldn't try to set up with someone. After all, Weiss did seem open-minded to trying a date with another girl. "So, you never actually told her you like her?" Yang asked, and Blake shook her head. "Maybe that's the problem. You should go for it, see what happens. Sure, she might turn you down, but she could also like you back."
I was wrong, I liked Pyrrha's advice better.
"Believe me, if she weren't on our team I would," Blake replied with a heavy sigh. "But I know that if I do it'll make everything so awkward between us."
Yang shrugged, "I don't see why that'd happen. I'm sure there'd be a little weirdness at first, that is if she does say no, but I don't think she'd let it get out of control. You should tell her how you feel, what's the worst that could happen?"
"Everything," Blake groaned. "I don't know, maybe this'll all just sort itself out? She's clearly into Neptune, maybe once they get together I'll stop feeling this way."
"Yeah, because not being able to have your crush never makes you want them more."
Blake scowled at her partner, "If all you're going to do is make jokes then I—"
"Relax, I'm just trying to lighten the mood," Yang said with a faint smile. "But even you don't believe that'll help you get over her. Look, I've given you my advice, and it's your choice whether or not you wanna take it, but you need to do something so you can start acting like yourself again."
"I know," Blake replied, her sullen face starting to perk back up. "Thanks for making me talk about this, it feels good to get it off my chest."
Yang grinned, "Glad I could help. So will I see you at the dance tomorrow?"
"Yes, yes you will."