Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Golden Girls
Character/Pairing: Blanche/Dorothy, Blanche/OMC, Miles/Rose
Challenge/Prompt: beattheblackdog 117: Remedy
Word Count: 850
Date Written: 26 June 2018
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
“Who was it this time?” Dorothy asks, sitting down across from her best friend.
“That new one,” Blanche mutters, stabbing the cheesecake. Dorothy watches how violently she cuts the pie before moving in with her own fork. “He didn’t want a lover,” Blanche announces.
“Oh? What did he want?”
“A friend for his mothah,” Blanche nearly spits before shoving another bite of cheesecake into her mouth. Dorothy stares at her. “Evidently we’re th’ same age,” Blanche adds dryly.
“His loss,” Dorothy says quickly, taking a bite.
Blanche looks up across the small table and into her eyes. “Do you mean that?”
“Of course I do! Blanche, one man is not enough to damage your self esteem! If it is, what chance do the rest of us stand?”
She laughs. “Ah guess that’s right.” She takes a more gentle cut of the pie and sucks it slowly from her fork. Dorothy tries not to watch her. “Ah’d be lost without you and cheesecake,” she admits after a moment. “It’s the best remedy -- “
“ -- for anything and everything that ails you,” Rose says, sighing, as she plops down across from them.
“Rough day, honey?” Blanche asks, turning the pie so that Rose can get her a piece. She shovels one onto a saucer and takes a bite.
“More irate clients,” she mutters in between mouthfuls, “and I still haven’t heard from Miles.”
“You will, sweetheart. He’s one of the few good ones who are left,” Blanche tells her, patting her shoulder. “Why, if you didn’t love him so much, Ah’d have taken him off yoah hands ages ago!” Rose cuts eyes up at her until Blanche lifts her hand and smiles. “I’m kiddin’! Kiddin’!”
“You’d better be.” Rose cuts another piece and swallows it quickly.
“Ah promise Ah am, Rose. Miles Webber is yoahs. No one’s going to interfere with that. Are they, Dorothy? Dorothy?”
“Ah said no one’s goin’ to interfere with Rose and Miles. Isn’t that right?”
Blanche’s head whips back. Her eyes narrow as she studies her friend. “What’s wrong with you? You know about our days. What happened at yoah new school today?”
“The usual. Kids want to talk big and carry guns to school. Then they’re surprised when I take it from them, empty our their bullets, and whip their butts with the pistols.”
Blanche laughs while Rose’s eyes grow big. “You didn’t!” she gasps, her face paling.
“I did,” Dorothy answers proudly, a sly smile stealing across her face as she cuts herself another slice of cheesecake, this one as a reward.
“Dorothy,” Blanche breathes unsteadily, “Ah don’t know if you’re th’ smartest, th’ bravest, or th’ dumbest person Ah’ve evah known.”
“Maybe all of the above,” Dorothy admits, biting the cheesecake. She swallows it slowly, enjoys the cool, sweet texture as it glides down her throat, and waves her fork in the air. “Believe it or not, they’re not replacing me. At least not yet. They were surprised at how well I handed it.”
“Well, it could have gone a lot worse,” Blanche murmurs.
“It could have,” Dorothy admits, “but not in my classroom. I grew up in Brooklyn. You really think these snobbish brats with their computer games have anything on me?”
Blanche laughs. “No.” Her hand falls to the table and onto Dorothy’s. She covers her hand with hers for a moment and squeezes her tenderly. “No, Ah bet they don’t.”
“Damn straight they don’t,” Dorothy mutters, but her eyes are locked with Blanche’s.
“It still could have been a lot worse,” Rose says from across the table. “You -- You could have been killed, Dorothy!”
“Not by these idiots,” Dorothy says out of the corner of her mouth, but she can’t seem to take her eyes away from Blanche’s. Silently, Blanche entwines her fingers with Dorothy’s and squeezes her again.
“Ah’m glad you weren’t,” Blanche breathes huskily, also not moving her gaze from Dorothy’s.
Rose, oblivious to the moment happening between her two dearest friends, sighs audibly. “I wish everything was as easy as cheesecake.”
“Me too,” Blanche and Dorothy agree immediately as the moment between them seems to shatter. They snap apart, their hands returning to their saucers while neither notices that the other’s fingers are slightly trembling. Blanche longs for a young, strong man to love her as she dreams of at night and reads about in her romance books. Every day, she comes to think that she’s likely to find such a hero. She doesn’t want a woman, she reminds herself.
Dorothy, meanwhile, silently eats her pie and remembers Blanche’s comment that cheesecake was the ultimate remedy. She sincerely wished it was. It could heal a great number of things. It had even been known to heal heartache, but it couldn’t cure her heartache. It couldn’t heal a heart that broke every time she saw her best friend distraught nor could it heal the ache inside of her that came from loving a woman who would never look at her as anything more than a friend. The friends ate the rest of their pie in silence.