“Lena, you will not believe what Mon-el just said to me,” Kara fumed as she barged into Lena’s dorm room.
“Kara, I could have been changing,” Lena said mildly, taking off her glasses and putting a big textbook aside. “I could’ve had someone over.”
Kara took a break from her fury to note how entirely adorable Lena looked like this, sloppy and studious and comfortable. “That’s never happened before,” she pointed out unthinkingly.
Lena visibly bristled. “It could happen, you don’t know,” she muttered.
“I’m sorry, you’re totally right, I should’ve texted, I know, but, this just keeps happening to me and I really wanted to see you,” Kara explained in a rush.
“Slow down,” Lena said, purposely calm. “What keeps happening?”
Kara gestured indistinctly with her hands. “These—these guys that I thought were my friends wanting to—wanting something else from me!”
“Get in here.” Lena reached out to her until Kara took a few more steps into her room. “Mon-el said something to you?”
“Kara, I need you to be honest with me, and I swear to god if you act all coy, ‘aw shucks it’s no biggie’ I will leave my own room,” Lena said very seriously. “Is he—is anyone making you feel unsafe?”
Lena’s shoulders were tight, fists tucked in her lap, jaw visibly struggling not to clench. She looked absolutely ready to grab a man by the front of his tacky nylon jacket and throw down. And Kara knew for a fact that Lena Luthor had never thrown a punch in her life, got winded climbing a single flight of stairs, had in fact weaseled her way into a P.E. exemption in high school, but—alien constitution or no—Kara was pretty sure she’d never felt this well protected in her life.
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