Option 3

Blake looked to her friend with a resigned expression.

"Weiss...I don't think we have another option."

Weiss looked more horrified by the moment, the reality of the situation setting in for her.

"Look, here's what I'll do," Blake said, taking both of Weiss's hands in her own. "I'm the one responsible for this, so I'll distract him. Hopefully, you can slip in without him seeing you. That way, your reputation will still be intact."

Weiss seemed to consider it for a moment, but then shook her head.

"No," she said, her voice shaking before she cleared her throat. "No. I made the choice to come out here with you. We'll walk in, together."

"Wiess-"

"No!" Weiss said emphatically, surprising Blake. "Like you said, we're friends. I won't let you go through something like this alone."

Blake wanted to protest, but seeing the look in Weiss's eyes told her that she wasn't going to be convinced. So she simply nodded, grabbed Weiss's hand, and the two of them walked out from around the corner, towards the luckiest man in Beacon.