Fiyero sat on the floor, Glinda’s head resting on his as she lay on the couch he used as a backrest

1.13 Fiyero and Glinda

Fiyero sat on the floor, Glinda’s head resting on his as she lay on the couch he used as a backrest.

“Fiyero,” she whispered and Fiyero realized he’d been staring at the big black box against the wall for what seemed like ages. Elphaba and Shandra had gone many hours ago, and the sun was beginning to rise.

Neither Glinda nor he was able to go to sleep knowing their friends were out there, and knowing they could do nothing but wait.

“Yes Glinda?” he answered, rubbing his eyes.

Glinda turned around to her stomach, sticking her face off the edge of the couch so Fiyero only had to turn his head to see her clearly, “What’s going on between you and Elphie?”

He felt his face suddenly flush for no particular reason, “What do you mean?” he asked surprised. There was something going on between them?

“Well,” Glinda drew out the word, turning onto her back and almost falling off the couch before catching herself, “She was on the floor with you this morning when I woke up. And then you were lying on her lap in the garden this afternoon, and in the library you were watching her read and-”

“Glinda,” Fiyero interrupted and the blonde stopped chattering instantly, “Elphaba’s a close friend. Just like you are,” he said. She was, wasn’t she?

“But it’s never Elphaba any more,” Glinda pouted, actually falling off the couch this time as she squirmed,

“You always call her Elphie,” Fiyero pointed out, catching Glinda before her head hit the ground, “And so do all her other friends.” He wasn’t sure where this point of argument was heading anyways.

“Yeah, but you’re the only one who’s started calling her ‘Fae’!” Fiyero grimaced as Glinda squealed in his ear triumphantly. “Where did that come from, uh?” she demanded.

Fiyero shrugged, “She said she liked it.”

It was bending the truth a little, but Elphaba wouldn’t find that out so he figured he was safe.

“Fiyero,” Glinda shook her head of curls, unwilling to give up so easily, “I-”

For the second time that night they were interrupted by the sound of breaking glass.

“Did you hear that?” Fiyero whispered quietly, scrambling to get to his feet. Glinda nodded, her eyes wide, her ‘yes’ muffled by her hand. “Stay here,” he said and Glinda shook her head, jumping up and clutching onto his arm,

“Don’t leave me,” she whispered and Fiyero didn’t have the heart to tell her she would be safer staying there.

He led the way to the stairs, where the sound had originated from. Shandra’s warning of not going upstairs overrode the need to figure out what was going on. But the second Fiyero placed his left foot on the first stair; a figure appeared on the landing, looking down at them.

It was a rather tall lady, her hair cut short and mussed in a way that suggested she didn’t shower often. She was wearing the same kind of clothing that Shandra had- sweat pants were they? and a sweatshirt?

Fiyero decided that she didn’t look threatening enough to deserve worry- in fact, she had the same angular face that Shandra had and he assumed this lady bore some relation to his friend. He was about to speak but she beat him to it,

“Are you Cinderella?” the lady asked, cocking her head to the side, looking past Fiyero and at Glinda.

“No,” Glinda answered slowly, taking a small step backwards so that Fiyero was in a better position to protect her, “My name’s Miss Glinda. And you are?”

“Oh,” said the strange women ignoring Glinda’s question and holding the wall as she stumbled down the stairs, “I must have missed that one then.”

“Are you… alright?” Glinda asked, tentatively taking a step forwards, ambivalent. Was this lady a threat or simply deranged? Part of her yearned to help her and yet part of her was a little frightened.

“I think she might be… drunk,” Fiyero whispered into her ear, watching the lady out of the corner of his eye.

“Really?” Glinda whispered back and Fiyero nodded, taking a couple steps forward so he could catch the strange woman as she fell off the last couple stairs and into his arms,

“Excuse me Madame?” he said. She smiled up at him dolefully,

“I haven’t been call that in a long time, son,” she slurred, patting his head, an awkward feat as Fiyero was at least two heads taller, “Thanks yous.”

Fiyero remained still as he could, unsure of how to respond. “It was my pleasure,” he settled on, smiling kindly.

There was an awkward silence before Fiyero cleared his throat,

“So, is there a room you’d like me to escort you to?”

The woman shook her head, giggling without reason, “What’s your name young man?” she asked, leaning into Fiyero’s arms and placing her head on his chest.

“Uh,” he shot a look at Glinda, who was watching with exchange with the hints of a smile, “Fiyero…” he said, understanding he’d be getting no help from Glinda on this one.

“Well, Fiyero,” the lady half-sung, putting her finger on his chest, making him shift uncomfortably, “What’s you say we go make some cupcakes?”

Apparently Glinda had decided that the deranged woman posed no threat for she squealed, “I love cupcakes!”, and clapped her hands. Fiyero glared at her.

“To the kitchen shan!” the lady announced, mimicking Glinda’s enthusiasm and Fiyero found himself reluctantly getting dragged towards the kitchen.

A/N: Would anyone like to read Fiyero/Glinda baking cupcakes? I’m debating whether or not to add it in…

By the way, I’m disappointed in all of you. Did none of you watch Studio 60? Shame on you! All of you! Except Slave. Cause you’re awesome. Can I call you that?