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“Anything you two wanted to tell me?” Fiyero asks, interrupting the girls’ walk. A smirk on his lips that oozed trouble.
Elphaba and Galinda look at each other in sync with matching expressions of confusion.
“I don’t believe so,” Galinda answers honestly, her lips forming the slightest pout.
“Oh, come on, I already knowwww. I may have overheard some…things,” he waggles his eyebrows suggestively.
“Please, do tell. What things did you hear?” Elphaba asks dryly, looking wholly uninterested.
“Oh, don’t play coy, I stopped by your room last night. Just a heads up, the dorms are not exactly soundproof,” Fiyero says with a wink, looking so insanely smug.
“What?” The same word escapes the girls’ mouths, but in wildly different tones. Elphaba, ever studious, looks more confused than he has ever seen her. Her brows furrow, her lips turn slightly downwards, and her eyes search his face like she’s skimming a textbook for answers. Galinda, however, the always confident golden girl, looks more nervous than he’s ever seen her. Her doe eyes go even larger than normal and her cheeks grow darker than her baby pink dress.
In hindsight, he should’ve waited a clocktick. Taken in their conflicting expressions before speaking. Unfortunately, Fiyero’s brain is much slower than his mouth, and in that moment of brainlessness, he does a crude impression that he will later very very very much regret.
“Oh, Elphie! Please, Elphie, fuck!” he moans out, thinking they are all still partaking in some light teasing. His chuckle dies in his throat as Galinda lets out a sharp squeak and runs away faster than he’s seen anyone move in heels.
He turns towards Elphaba, confused, and when he sees her look of absolute shock, the gunked up gears in his head start turning.
“I-I uh…I wasn’t at the dorm last night,” Elphaba breathes out. Never in a million years would she take Fiyero’s teasing seriously, but by Galinda’s reaction, she doesn’t think she has much of a choice.
“What? She was just alone, moaning your na-…oh,” Fiyero drops his bravado and blushes, something Elphaba didn’t think the crass prince was capable of.
“Yes…oh,” Elphaba repeats with a blush of her own.
“So she was…” he trails off.
“Uh…it seems so,” she avoids eye contact.
“While thinking about…”
Elphaba coughs and blushes even harder if possible.
“And I just told you…straight to your face…in front of her,” Fiyero puts the pieces together and the blush is gone. In fact, all the color seems to drain from his face. Elphaba would find it amusing if her head wasn’t reeling with the information she’s attempting to process. “I-I think we’re all caught up,” her voice takes on a pitch unfamiliar to her own ears.
“She’s gonna kill me,” Fiyero begins to pace, his hands pulling at his hair. “Hell, she deserves to kill me. Sh-should we go after her?” He turns to Elphaba, looking almost crazed with the scared look in his eyes paired with his always perfect hair sticking up in every direction.
“No, I’ll go. I think you’ve done enough for today,” she pats him lightly on the shoulder in a halfhearted attempt to calm him. She has a few more pressing issues swirling through her head at the moment.
“I’m really really sorry, I-“
“Fiyero, save your apologies for her, okay? Because she really does deserve to kill you.”
“I didn’t mean to-“
“I know, but I have to go, okay?” she gives him one last awkward slap to his arm and starts in the direction Galinda fled. Before she makes it too far, she turns back to Fiyero. “The art shop in town closes in a few hours,” Elphaba holds back an eye roll at his confused look and continues, “They may or may not have some very high quality, very expensive oil pastels that Galinda insists she doesn’t need. Maybe there’s something a very wealthy and very sorry prince can do with that information.” She looks at him with raised eyebrows until his head starts nodding like a flicked bobblehead. She throws him one sharp nod and turns on her heel to find Galinda.
Elphaba has absolutely no idea how this is going to go, but as she makes her way through the halls, she can’t help the smile that tugs at her lips. She feels warmth take over her cheeks as the information starts to sink in. Galinda likes me. Galinda wants to kiss me too. Galinda apparently wants to more than kiss me. The warmth on her face begins to spread lower and, without realizing, her legs start moving faster and faster until she’s just about sprinting towards their dorm.
Elphaba prays to find Galinda there. For one, it makes it easier for her if she’s the first place she looks, and two…well, she wouldn’t hate to have this conversation in close proximity to a bed.