you knew robin was gay. not that she ever told you, but you spent a lot of time watching her, you could just tell. maybe it was her slightly masculine sense of style. maybe it was the way she would stare at tammy thompson for just a few seconds too long in certain areas. maybe it was the way she’d give a disgusted look when she saw girls walking with their boyfriends

maybe it was a combination of all of those things

either way, it didn’t matter, you just knew that she was gay. and you knew you needed to figure out how to let her know you were gay too

that’s why, when you saw her at this party, you knew this was your shot

you walked up to her and grabbed her hand while the record player in the living room was blasting ‘girls just wanna have fun’

“what’re you doing?” robin asks, confused

you let out a drunken giggle “shh. just follow my lead”

“i- okay..” robin didn’t give any pushback at all

you led her into a room away from the party, where the music was drowned out

“what are we doing?”

“sh.” you pressed your guys’s lips together “that okay?” you ask

robin gulped and nodded “y-yeah.. is this a joke, or-“ you cut her off with another kiss