show: Supergirl pairing: supercorp series: Home summary: short drabbles surrounding Kara and Lena’s relationship. Basically a meet-cute.
Kara typed furiously, trying to write down the words as fast as she came up with them. The article was due to Ms. Grant within the hour and she still had to go pick up lunch. She would be anxious, except she was so in the zone. Kara knew that this was probably her only chance to prove to Ms. Grant that she could write a hard-hitting article– and it was about the rising crime rates in National City no less. She had quotes, sources, and statistics, the only thing she needed now was to clean up her prose and she was home free.
She managed to complete the article in time to run (quickly) over to Noonan’s. Kara was basically doing a victory lap as she sprinted out of the restaurant, with lunch, on her way back to Catco. In fact, she was going so fast that she didn’t see the woman entering through the same door she was attempting to leave through.
“Oh gosh, I’m so sorry,” Kara knelt down to help the lady who she’d just smacked into. Luckily, neither party was bruised too badly. Embarrassment never drew blood. Well, it drew the blood up to her face, making her blush brighter than a tomato– but other than that. The woman was gracious about it, she smiled consolingly at Kara who kept trying to apologize. She was tall, with dark hair and light eyes. She had high cheek bones, which only became more prominent when she smiled– and it was a really nice smile.
Kara shook her head, trying to gather herself. She tried to apologize again before realizing that the woman probably wanted to actually enter Noonan’s. She side-stepped jerkily, allowing the lady by.
“…Goodbye!” She all but shouted and cringed inwardly as she made her escape through the now empty restaurant doorway. Goodbye? Kara ran into the most beautiful woman in the world and all she managed were a few stilted apologies and a goodbye?
The second time that Kara ran into the beautiful stranger she was lucky enough to have seen her first. This time the other woman was the one rushing, almost bowling Kara over in her haste to exit Noonan’s.
Kara noticed the tears first. God, it sucks to cry in public. Some things just can’t be helped.
“Uh, Miss? I’m sorry to bother you, but I think I ran into you the other day?” Kara began a little unsteadily, but gained confidence when the other woman met her eyes. They were red-rimmed and watery. She felt a pang in her chest seeing this woman distressed. Kara was able to coax her to the bathroom, they entered after Kara made sure it was empty.
“I’m Kara. Danvers. Is there anything that I can-” The other woman cleared her throat, inadvertently silencing the beginning of Kara’s ramble.
“Lena. I’m Lena. I’m sorry, I don’t usually get like…this,” Lena sighed, glancing away, seemingly wanting to be anywhere else. Kara just nodded in understanding, unsure of how to continue. Lena, however, walked purposefully towards the sink. She nabbed a paper towel from the dispenser and dabbed lightly at her eyes.
“I must look like a crazy person. That’s what family does, I suppose. Makes you crazy…” She trailed off bitterly as she dug into her clutch. Kara watched as the other woman reapplied her lipstick and seemed to slip herself into a different demeanor the same way one would slip into a different dress. “Thank you, by the way.” Lena met Kara's eyes in the mirror, something sincere in her reflection that was at odds with her sudden change of posture.
“Of course. It’s what I would have wanted done for me. And you so totally do not look like a crazy person. You look beautiful,” Kara blushed. How many times can you blush in front of another woman before it’s apparent that you’re gay? Kara felt that she'd exceeded that limit two minutes ago.
But Lena didn’t make any comment, she just turned and smiled at Kara. And maybe it was hopeful thinking, but Kara could’ve sworn that Lena seemed a little pink too.
Third time’s the charm. As fate would have it, Kara ran into Lena a third time– albeit in an odd place.
Kara was sent to L Corp, courtesy of Miss Grant, to interview the CEO. The were lots of nasty rumors flying around about how Miss Luthor came to be the chief exec of one of the most powerful corporations in National City. Rumors about how she usurped the brother, former CEO of L Corp, by having him institutionalized on the basis of sealed records. On top of that, she was a powerful woman, meaning she was already going to be ridiculed for every move she made. Kara didn’t know whether to run away from her or congratulate her.
When Kara was called in to meet with Miss Luthor she almost jumped out of her skin. And in heels it was quite a feat that she didn't fall flat on her face.
Lena had yet to turn around from where she was seemingly preoccupied with her coffee maker. She grumbled a bit, tapping a little on the top of the machine as though that would prompt it to work.
Kara cleared her throat, bracing for what could happen next.
“Oh God, you must think I’m an absolute imbecile. Defeated by a coffee maker…”Lena’s airy laughter trails off as she turned to face Kara. Immediately, something like mortification overtakes Lena’s face. She schools her features quickly, however, and smiles.
“Kara, how on earth did you find me?” She didn’t sound upset, and Kara could hardly judge the imperceptible waver in her voice as anything but surprise.
“Miss Luthor, I’m here with CatCo Worldwide Media to conduct the interview. If you’d like, I could have someone else take my place,” Kara knew the second that those words were out of her mouth that they were untrue. Miss Grant would never let her walk away from this because of some school-girl crush. She felt a flush rise to her cheeks as Lena bit her lip as if she didn’t know quite how to respond.
“No, no you’re perfect,” Lena smiled, “however, I’m only here in a professional capacity until seven. After that, who knows?”
Kara glanced at the clock, her heart skipping a beat. It’s 6:00 o’clock on the dot. Enough time to conduct the interview, and after that? Well, who knows?
