Silver Bells

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Sylvia had gone all out for tonight's dance, quite literally, and was in good spirits. Christmas holidays meant going back to London, shopping and catching up on all her favourite television. She was even dancing a little, swaying with the music and holding her hand out to catch the snowflakes. She didn't know if she was imagining it or not, but she was sure they were cold to the touch.

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It was the first dance that Michiko had to wear flats instead of high heels. It was a small thing, in fact, the smallest change indeed, but it was something that would have helped make the adjustment a little easier. She could shake the fact that everyone was staring at her because she was an abandoned, pregnant lesbian. At least she could pretend they were staring at her because she looked good. But she couldn't fake high heels.

Shaking it off, she looked around for anyone to talk to and spotted Sylvia, looking bad ass in her holiday finery. At least one of them could drop some fashion bombs on the school. "Lookin' fierce Silv," she complimented, approaching the younger girl.

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"Hey Mich" Sylvia greeted her with a half smile. News travelled fast and something as big as a pregnancy had been the hot topic, but still she found herself gawping at the older girl's belly. "Looking pretty good yourself. How's it cookin'?" she asked, nodding towards Michi's belly. Silv was impressed Michi had some to the dance with her head held high, it was the reason she liked Michi so much.

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Sylvia was one of the few people who Michi felt comfortable around with privileged baby information. She felt like Sylvia wasn't judging her.

"A little over half way there," she said rubbing her belly. "Gonna be a boy," she said, a subtle pride in her voice. "As soon he's born though, I'll be lettin' him know how much I missed wearin' my heels though," she joked. "I feel so short now."

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There was no way for Tatum to decide which was wigging her out more. It was a toss up between the fact that tonight was the night she was actually planning to come clean with someone other than Rath, and also the fact that she was technically sort of there with two different people. It was still mind-boggling to her, everything that had transpired between her and Mack in the last little while, but it also felt right. More right than it felt to arrive on Sam's arm.

Despite all of his best efforts to be a gentleman, Tatum was still as tense as wire, practically shaking as they were making their way into the dance. This whole thing had been her idea, but it was too late to back out now. It was tonight or never, because it wasn't fair to go on like they were. He was, after all, one of her best friends above everything else. She had broken up with Shelby that one time and he still talked to her. Maybe if Sam was mad, she just hoped he wouldn't be, Shelb would bring him back around.

Where did one begin that conversation though, really? It wasn't the world's easiest thing to breach. By the way I'm gay & and I've always been gay probably wouldn't go over well. Most guys didn't want to hear that from their girlfriend. What if he thought he turned her gay or something? Feeling her heart racing, she clutched his arm harder.

Mack was coming later, she had asked her to. She had told the blonde she maybe wanted to dance with her later, twelve o'clock-ish maybe for the last couple of songs, when everything was resolved. But it was still so early, she wasn't sure she could keep up the panic until midnight.

When they got close to the punch, Tatum squeezed Sam's arm again. "I'm dying," she laughed weakly, hesitating to fill up a cup. Stressing herself out always gave her cotton mouth.

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Sam had gotten used to the fact that Tatum was a jumpy sort of person but she seemed unusually tense as they walked through the dance. He patted her hand and smiled down at her warmly. "Wanna get a drink? Maybe step outside for some air?" he offered gently.

He was starting to worry that something was wrong. He adjusted his necklace uncomfortably and waited for her answer.

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"Uh, maybe we could," she replied quietly, trailing off a bit. "Get a d-drink, I mean!" she quickly added. Going outside would probably be better, if they were going to talk then it was better outside mostly because she couldn't promise herself she wouldn't cry or something equally embarrassing. And she couldn't keep putting off the talking, but no time seemed like the right time.

When she got him out there, what would she even say? She really hadn't planned that far ahead yet. "I am s-seriously parched," the redhead mumbled, finally stepping to the punch and glancing between that and the cider. Deciding to be daring, it was a night for such things after all, she poured herself a cup of half punch and half cider. "It's all j-juice but.. y-y'know, to new things," she murmured, lifting her glass. Oh god, why did she say things like that, she wondered with an inward groan.

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He grinned and kissed the side of her head. "Yeah, to new things," he laughed. He knew better than to drink the punch at school parties. Someone was guaranteed to spiked them at some point and it was better to just not take the risk.

"And of course we can talk. Or you know... multi task," he grinned. "I can drink and talk if you can handle it."

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"I-I can handle this," Tatum replied quickly, taking a sip of her drink finally and making a little face. "Strong," she explained, coughing a little and clearing her throat. She should have figured that it'd be spiked by now, even though there were a couple of bowls, she didn't have non-alcoholic hopes for any of them. The fact that the cider wasn't full of rum yet was a Christmas miracle itself.

Taking Sam's arm again, she looked briefly at the crowd, chewing her lip. "We should dance? Shouldn't we? Or I d-don't know-- we don't, uhm, have to. Maybe we shouldn't," she rambled, feeling instantly dumber as her cheeks flushed slightly. Dancing was just putting off the talking, and it wasn't like it would be their last dance ever or something. Unless he hated her after this, which she thought would make perfect sense. Wouldn't anybody?

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Sam wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer to his side. "Tate, we don't gotta do anythin' you don't wanna do."

"What's goin' on?" he asked gently.

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"I-I know," she murmured back, leaning into his side easily and exhaling heavily. Explaining exactly what was going on wasn't an easy task. "Everything," she breathed. "Sorry," she quickly added, chewing at her lip.

"I just.. don't k-know how to explain.. to n-nobody."

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Sam pulled her into a full hug and kissed the top of her head. "Don't you fuss 'bout nothin' Tate. You can tell me anything in any way that it comes out," he rocked her gently back and forth. "You aint just my girlfriend Tate, you're one of my best friends. Aint nothin' you can say that's gonna put me off."

"You sure you wanna be here?"

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Hearing that just made it even harder not to cry, as she immediately ducked her head a little into Sam's embrace. "I d-don't but we s-should," she murmured against his shoulder. She wanted to be there later, when things would theoretically be better, to see Mack. She just didn't really know how to get from point a to point b just yet.

"Y-You might not.. think nothing b-bothers you when like, t-the situation is.. well, like d-different. It's kind of a b-big deal," the redhead managed to get out, taking a shaky inhale. "Not that I-I'm a big deal, this just-- I'm a m-mess. That's all. You d-don't deserve that."

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Sam laughed gently, not unkindly. "You ever met me?" he asked. "You could tell me you was born an alien with an extra head and I still wouldn't be bothered by it. If you worried about whatcha gotta say it's best to just... get it out there."

"I know ya think I might freak out, I might get mad er somethin' but... I can promise there ain't nothin' that'll make me do that."

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Hunter was really hoping that winter formal would go better than homecoming had. They had put a lot of effort into decorating, with Hunter volunteering Shelby to climb up instead every time Michi wanted to pin something up high, and everything had pretty much come together. Mack even seemed in better spirits, though she wouldn't tell Hunter why and it was driving the taller blonde crazy. Don't wanna jinx it, she kept saying, whatever that meant.

Much to her disappointment in her once tough best friend, Hunter didn't think it took a rocket scientist to know whatever had Mack so damn happy probably had everything to do with her little ginger. Go figure.

But Hunter wasn't in much of a position to bash other people for being in love, she supposed. She had grown tired of Mack and her silly grin, and she was even more tired of everything when she tasted the punch and it wasn't even spiked. She took a glass for Michi, before looking around and making sure nobody was watching her, as she flicked her wrist and a clear flow of vodka came from the end of her wand and streamed into the punch bowl.

With that fixed, she got herself a glass and took the unspiked one for Mich, elbowing her way through the crowd as she tried to spot her girlfriend. Finding her eventually, the blonde sidled up behind her and held out the cup of punch to her. "It's red flavor," she informed her, grinning.

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Michi grinned and accepted the unspiked red flavor. "Ohh, red flavor, my fave," she joked, taking a sip. "I'm surprised that it was unsullied still."

Michi wrapped her arms around the taller girl, one hand still clutching her cup, and rested her head against Hunter's shoulder contentedly. "Everyone's lookin' at us," she whispered.

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"See? I knew that. I knew my girl was after some red flavor," she laughed back, taking a long chug from her own cup. "Just yours, kiddo. I'm only gonna have a couple, don't wanna be on my ass tonight."

It felt strange to say, but she actually meant it. She couldn't just leave Michi responsible for lugging her drunk ass around anymore, and she couldn't really rely on Mack since she had her own things going on. It was easier to just have one and dance.

Smiling and hugging the younger girl back as her arms closed around her, Hunter rolled her eyes. "Let 'em look," she muttered, glaring at a few people over Michi's head. "Nosy fucks, ain't none of their business.. they ain't gettin' nothin but an eyeful of my gorgeous lady anyhow, right?"

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"You're like a proper daddy already," she murmured playfully. "One drink and done," she said proudly. "Monkey's gonna be right proud of his pops," she giggled.

"I bet some of 'em are wonderin' how you knocked up yer lady," she laughed for once. It was nice to know that they didn't really have to worry about Pascual anymore. She was feeling more secure about that situation but the rest of it was still coming together. "Is it weird that I'm a librarian now?" she joked.

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"I am like.. supremely exceedingly daddy-like," Hunter agreed, nursing her cup slowly and keeping up the dark looks she gave to people staring at them. She had always been loud and attention seeking, but this had never been the attention she meant. This was different, like it was private. "I'll make 'em real proud," she added, reaching down and putting her hand over the other girl's stomach for a second before pulling away, flushing a little. The sappy stuff was still new.

She snorted slightly, leaning in and kissing Michi's temple slightly. "Can't tell 'em how I did it, too x-rated," she purred jokingly. "And y'all know I have a thing for librarians.. why else did I fuck Sera? She's the queen librarian!"

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Michi could barely stand how cute it was the way Hunter's face reddened when she touched her belly. She reached up on her tip toes and brushed Hunter's cheek with his lips. "I love you," she whispered.

She laughed loudly at that. "Well shit girl, if I knew you had a thing for librarians I woulda stuck my nose in them books earlier," she joked.

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"Not as much as I love you," Hunter whispered back automatically, cracking a crooked little grin. "An' I don't even care who hears it neither, fuck 'em."

Scrunching up her face, the blonde gave a big shrug of her shoulders. "Well it's not like I always knew I was into nerds," she joked back. "You got the sexiness to go 'long with it though."

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Michi found herself flushing, butterflies in her stomach all over again. Every time. It worked like a charm. "Fuck 'em all," she said brightly. "S'long as I got you I don't give a damn."

"I been workin' on it," she grinned. "Not so easy to maintain when ya feel like a whale."

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"Damn right girl, y'know that's the spirit," Hunter agreed with a big grin. "That's how you gotta live it.. jus' say fuck 'em all and don't apologize to no one. Live yer shit."

Scoffing loudly, the blonde raised an eyebrow dramatically at the younger girl. "You might feel like a whale, but y'all look like a damn fox. Who knew I had a thing for baby mamas?"

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She smiled brightly, it was easy to be with Hunter. She made the whole damn thing bearable. She couldn't imagine what it would have been like if it had been Pascual who she was with, if it had been Pas she admitted her pregnancy to.

"Yer real sweet," Michi said giving Hunter a little peck on the lips. "I ever tell you that?" she asked blushing.

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