Movie night!
Glinda wasn’t sure how they had ended up here.
Well, no—that was a lie. She knew exactly how they had ended up here.
It had started with Elphaba offhandedly mentioning that the boys wouldn’t be expecting her tonight. Crope and Tibbett were out, Boq had gone home for the weekend, and Fiyero was... well, doing whatever it was that Fiyero did.
Glinda, of course, had seen an opportunity.
“Movie night,” she had declared, flopping onto Elphaba’s bed before she could argue.
Elphaba had sighed deeply, rolled her eyes, and then begrudgingly grabbed her laptop.
And now—
Here they were. Side by side, sharing a blanket, not paying attention to the movie at all.
“Okay,” Glinda said, stretching out slightly, adjusting the blanket around her legs. “Serious question.”
Elphaba hummed, not looking away from the screen. “I fear what’s coming next.”
Glinda grinned, but it softened just slightly. “Your skin.”
Elphaba stiffened, just a little.
Glinda noticed, but she didn’t back down. “I just... I’ve known you for years now, and I’ve never actually asked. Why is it green?”
Elphaba was quiet for a beat. Then—
“My mother took something,” she said finally. “When she was pregnant with me.”
Glinda’s brow furrowed. “Took something?”
“An experimental drug. My father—” She hesitated. “My real father—he gave it to her.”
Glinda blinked. “Wait. Real father?”
Elphaba exhaled slowly. “My mother was married to someone else. Frex—he raised me. But my biological father was someone else entirely.”
Glinda let that sink in. “Do you know who he was?”
Elphaba’s expression turned unreadable. “A stranger,” she said finally. “That’s all that matters.”
Glinda didn’t push. Not yet.
Instead, she shifted closer, just slightly, letting their arms brush beneath the blanket. “I like it,” she murmured.
Elphaba huffed a quiet laugh. “You like it?”
Glinda nodded, half-smiling. “It’s you.”
Elphaba said nothing, but she didn’t move away.
A few minutes passed before Elphaba spoke again.
“Your turn,” she said, eyes still on the screen. “The storms.”
Glinda tensed this time.
She should have seen that coming.
She took a slow breath. “When I was little,” she started, voice quieter than before, “I got lost in one.”
Elphaba turned to look at her fully now. “Lost?”
Glinda nodded. “My parents—well, my mother—she was throwing one of her big parties. I was supposed to be upstairs, but I wanted to see the fireworks.”
She let out a breathless, humorless laugh. “I ran outside. And then... the storm came. And I couldn’t find my way back.”
Elphaba’s brow furrowed deeply. “How long were you out there?”
Glinda swallowed. “Long enough.”
There was a pause. Then—
Elphaba reached over, tucking a stray curl behind Glinda’s ear.
Glinda stilled at the touch.
“I’m sorry,” Elphaba said quietly. And somehow, Glinda knew she meant it.
-
“Truth or dare?”
Elphaba pulled back, raising an eyebrow. “We’re not exactly in a position for dares, are we?”
Glinda grinned, curling further into the blanket. “Less dares, more truth, then.”
Elphaba rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t quite hide the way her lips twitched at the corners. “Fine. Truth.”
Glinda tilted her head, considering. “If you could change one thing about your life—anything—what would it be?”
Elphaba let out a slow breath. “Damn. That’s not an easy one.”
“I never said I’d go easy on you,” Glinda teased.
Elphaba was silent for a long moment before she finally answered. “I think... I’d want to belong somewhere.”
Glinda’s smile softened.
After a beat, Elphaba turned to her. “Your turn.”
Glinda nodded. “Truth.”
Elphaba thought for a moment, then—“Tell me about your parents.”
Glinda’s face shifted slightly.
“My parents are... complicated,” she admitted. “They’re not bad people, but they have very specific expectations.”
Elphaba tilted her head. “Expectations?”
Glinda exhaled through her nose. “They care a lot about appearances. About what people think. Who I associate with.” She gave Elphaba a small, wry smile. “You can imagine how well you’d fit into that.”
Elphaba snorted. “Oh, I’m sure I’d be their worst nightmare.”
Glinda laughed, but there was something in her eyes that made Elphaba pause.
“You laugh,” Glinda murmured, “but it’s not entirely untrue.”
Elphaba studied her, something unreadable flickering in her expression.
“They wouldn’t approve?” she asked softly.
Glinda hesitated, then shook her head. “No, not completely. I don’t think they’d be particularly cruel, but..”
A long silence stretched between them, the weight of unspoken words settling heavy in the air. Then—
Elphaba reached for her hand, thumb brushing absently over Glinda’s knuckles. “That doesn’t mean you have to live by their rules forever.”
Glinda’s breath caught. “I know.”
-
The movie ended at some point, but neither of them noticed.
Glinda shifted onto her side, resting her head on her hand. “We should probably sleep.”
Elphaba hummed. “Probably.” But neither of them moved.
A quiet moment stretched between them, warm and unhurried.
Elphaba brushed her fingers absently over Glinda’s wrist. “Truth or dare?”
Glinda arched a brow, smiling. “You’re asking me now?”
Elphaba smirked. “Just continuing the game.”
Glinda considered. “Alright, truth.”
Elphaba hesitated for only a second before asking, “So… Milla.”
Glinda blinked, startled. "You knew her?"
Elphaba’s expression was unreadable, but her tone was careful. "I remember the rumors. But I never knew if they were true. What actually happened?"
Glinda exhaled, staring at the ceiling for a moment. "Milla... she liked me. And she told me once. I didn't know what to do with it—so I avoided her after that."
Elphaba nodded slowly. "And what about you? Did you like her?"
Glinda shook her head, laughing softly. "I was terrified. Not of her, but of what it meant. I spent so long trying to be perfect—I couldn't let myself think about it."
Elphaba traced a small pattern against Glinda’s skin. “And now?”
Glinda swallowed, meeting her eyes. "Now... I think I know exactly what I want."
“Yeah?” Elphaba had known something was different the second Glinda looked at her now.
It wasn’t like the way Glinda usually looked at people—bright, poised, always in control. No, this was different. This was raw, her eyes searching, like she was on the edge of something she couldn’t quite name.
And that was what made Elphaba stop.
She had spent so long trying not to look at Glinda like this. So long pushing it down, locking it away.
But now Glinda was looking back.
And there was no running from it anymore.
Glinda inhaled sharply, like she was trying to steady herself. “Elphaba…”
Elphaba swallowed. “You don’t have to have all the answers.”
Glinda’s breath hitched.
Elphaba exhaled, softer now. “Truth or dare?”
Glinda didn’t look away. “Truth.”
Elphaba reached up, brushing a thumb just beneath Glinda’s jaw, holding her there, careful. “Tell me,” she murmured. “What do you want?”
Glinda swallowed. Rising to both her knees in front of Elphaba, who was sitting crisscrossed against the headboard. Then—
“This.” Her voice barely more than a whisper. Glinda nodded, suddenly sure. She cupped Elphaba’s face with both hands. “You.”
And before Elphaba could say anything else—Glinda kissed her.
It was soft at first, hesitant. A brush of lips, a slow inhale.
Then—
Elphaba kissed her back.
It was everything. The hesitation, the realization, the years of something simmering just beneath the surface—all of it crashing into this one moment.
Glinda made a soft noise against her lips, something almost like relief, and Elphaba felt it everywhere.
Felt the warmth of her, the certainty of it.
Glinda knew.
And Elphaba wasn’t about to let her pull away now.
She deepened the kiss, hands sliding to Glinda’s waist, pulling her closer. Glinda melted against her, fingers tangling in dark hair, tilting her head just enough to press deeper, closer—
They broke apart only when breathing became necessary, but neither moved far.
Foreheads pressed together, breaths mingling, Glinda was smiling.
Elphaba smirked, thumb tracing gently along Glinda’s cheek. “That was a long time coming.”
Glinda laughed, breathless, giddy. “You have no idea.”
Elphaba grinned, unable to stop herself. “Oh, I think I do. Does this count as our first kiss, officially I mean?”
And then—because she could now—Glinda kissed her again, smiling into it.
-
Somehow they ended up under the covers, Glinda curled into Elphaba’s side, tracing mindless shapes on Elphaba’s waist.
After a while of comfortable silence, Glinda let out a breathless laugh, still close enough that their noses almost brushed. "How long do you think we can keep the boys wondering about us?"
Elphaba smirked, tilting her head slightly. "Depends. How good are you at keeping secrets?"
Glinda grinned, mischief dancing in her eyes. "Oh, I think I can manage."
Elphaba raised a brow. "So we're in agreement then? Keep them guessing—act completely innocent, no matter what?"
Glinda giggled, pressing another quick kiss to Elphaba’s lips. "As long as possible. Even if they catch us red-handed."
Elphaba chuckled, shaking her head fondly before tugging Glinda closer. "You're trouble, you know that?"
Glinda hummed, resting her head against Elphaba’s chest. "Mmm. You love it."
Elphaba sighed, but there was no denying the soft smile tugging at her lips. "Yeah. I think I do."
The room fell into a comfortable silence again, the warmth of their bodies tucked beneath the blanket lulling them into drowsiness. Glinda curled against her, fingers idly tracing along Elphaba’s arm, while Elphaba’s hand settled in Glinda’s hair, absently smoothing through soft curls.
As their breaths evened out, Glinda whispered, "Goodnight, Elphie."
Elphaba pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "Goodnight, my sweet."
And just like that, they drifted off—wrapped up in each other, with absolutely no intentions of letting go.