Takes place after 2x13. This mentions the Mister Mxyzptlk storyline, and Mon-El but neither are who Kara's fallen for.

Chapter 1/?

It's not like this is her first lunch with Lena, but Kara is fidgeting.

She's at a bistro with fabric napkins (this is getting beyond her budget) and cute tea lights and fancy bread and she's wondering why she feels like dancing and vomiting indiscriminately.

Since the flower delivery Lena and Kara have been spending more time together than usual.

Not implying that it's unusual.

It's perfectly usual.

And spending more time with a friend, well of course you'll think of them more. So it's completely understandable that she keeps thinking of the flowers as well…

They're kind of a perfect example of Lena Luthor… beautiful, impressive and almost intimidating.

Did she do that for everyone or was this… special?

Just thinking of the gesture almost causes another blush to rise to Kara's cheeks.

She's been looking forward to this lunch all week. After saving Lena that night all she wanted to do was relax, but instead Mon-El came over.

She does care about him. And yeah, okay, she thought he was sorta hot when he first landed. But her flirty banter has transformed to general banter - that which she would have with a brother. His? Not so much unfortunately.

And then to make the night more awkward Mister Mxyzptlk had to show up.

"Is HE why you're not interested?

"What? Gross. No. I don't even know him!"

"Darling, I love you. You don't need to know me."

If she could get headaches she'd have a huge one right now.

Kara rubs her crinkled forehead. The frustration with Mon-El was only compounded by another "suitor" because now he thinks that with Mister Whatever out of the way he'll have her full focus, but all Kara really wants is -

"Lena!"

"I'm so sorry I kept you waiting. I hope you haven't been here long."

"Don't worry about it!"

Her response is a little over eager and she almost tips her water glass over. Lena's eyebrows jump up playfully.

"I've told you to cut back on the coffee, ace reporter," she laughs.

"Sorry, ugh, I'm so clumsy."

Sitting down, Lena smiles, "It's charming."

Kara groans at this, a slight over exaggeration to the compliment it seems.

"I would really not like to be 'charming,' or 'sweet' or 'breathtaking,'" this one see says with a roll of the eyes, "for a minute."

She just can't help but recall all of the adjectives Mon-El and Mister Mxyzptlk threw at her in their pissing contest.

Lena pauses for a second while setting her napkin in her lap. This has perked her interest.

Lena fixes Kara with a bemused grin, but if she was being honest with herself - and let's be honest together, Lena is bury this deep - she's also secretly curious to know where, or who, all these compliments are coming from.

"Well that might be hard for you, Kara…" she pauses. "I'm starting to think that I'm not the only one complimenting you."

"God I wish it was just you."

The color from Kara's face drains. "I mean… it would be… I'd find it - that was weird of me to say. I just meant -"

"It would be less frustrating," Lena finishes, showing the poor girl mercy.

"Yes, exactly."

The waiter comes by and Lena orders without checking a menu. Kara asks for her recommendation because there's a lot of French words at this place and while Kara speaks two languages French is not one of them.

"I can't believe I'm being so rude! We're talking about me and boy trouble when you were attack!"

Lena brushes it off with a slight wave of her hand.

"I'm surprised something like that didn't happen sooner."

Kara isn't buying it. She gives her brunch partner a questioning look.

"Honest, Kara. Plus, talking with you afterwards… well it really helped. It's good to have friends like you in the city."

Should a word like 'friends' make you physically ill? Maybe it was just something Kara ate. Like the completely mild bread…..

"I'm always here for you."

Lena reaches across the table to gently place her hand on Kara's.

"I know. And you have no idea how much that means to me."

Butterflies are erupting in her stomach.

What is in this bread?

Lena pushes hers down with the rest of her repressed memories.

The meal carries on similarity - minus the references to almost being thrown off a building, but both are deeply preoccupied with their own thoughts.

Kara is confused over, well almost everything about Lena.

And Lena is wondering why she never wants to hear "boy trouble" cross the threshold of Kara's lips.

It's almost 12:00 and if Kara isn't back early Snapper might killer her… well she'd probably make front page for once…

The check is dropped of and Lena leaving her card before Kara can even move towards which is weird considering, you know, superpowers.

"Lena."

"Kara."

"You don't have pay for me."

"It's the least I can do."

"No. No more of that. You aren't indebted to me for saving you - plus that was Supergirl. No more of this 'I owe you.' Friends look out for each other okay?"

"Well then maybe I just want to. Regardless…" She's not exactly smiling, but Lena's eyes are sparklingly like she is and there's a confident upturn to her lip, a try-and-tell-me-not-to sort of mirth about her.

Kara is blushing. It's not about the money, though she's guessing this brunch cost more than her weekly grocery bill. She feels… appreciated, taken care of.

"That's… thank you. It's really sweet of you."

"Don't mention it." They both standing to leave. "Plus, with all of these boy vying for your attention I ought to set the bar high."

Kara tilts her head like a puppy.

"Why's that?"

Lena gives her a small smile in response before leaning into a goodbye hug.

She places a light kiss on her cheek and is saying goodbye before Kara has even processed her last sentence.

Hopefully only a few moments have passed because Kara snaps out of her fog to find she's just staring off across the bistro like a dunce and she'd rather have few as people possible witness that..

On the other hand. She almost doesn't care with how fast her heart it beating.