Delphine could feel the dreadlocked girls eyes on her. She did this often, though usually when she thought she couldn't be seen. What she hadn't taken into consideration was peripheral vision. Delphine thought about her next action carefully, if she chose to acknowledge her admirer, the most likely outcome would be for the staring to stop, abruptly so. She really didn't want that to happen. So, she kept calm and continued walking.

God damn she was gorgeous, Delphine was one of those faces you could stare at for an hour and it would still be considered a productive activity. Thank Darwin she hadn't noticed how long Cosima had been staring. Crushing on a straight girl, she was still mentally strangling herself. But surely there was no harm in observing.

She wanted so badly to know if Cosima liked her. What Delphine would do to have that girl kiss her right then and there, in that crowded hallway. The only problem was that for either girl to make a move would be risking it all. Friendship turned awkward acquaintance, straight French chick turned indecisive bi chick, known lesbian introvert turned gossip of the month. Yet, all Delphine could think was Cosima you oblivious moron. Surely she would at least have some clue that Delphine liked her. The dreaded girl was smoking hot, the combination of thick framed glasses, nose ring, eyeliner, just yes.

Where was she going? The usually graceful and collected French girl that Cosima had been staring for an inappropriate amount of time had just passed the classroom they were due to enter. She must be deep in thought, she told herself, better go get her. Yes, Cosima was willing to brave a conversation and possible humiliation (but with her quick wit and smooth lines, that was unlikely to happen) to save the damsel in distress from missing her class.

"Hey, Delphine! You um, you passed your class."

Apparently, Delphine's reflexes were also wrapped around Cosima's little finger, for when Cosima's face popped up in front of her, and before she could stop herself, she grabbed the back of the dreaded girl's head and pulled her into a kiss. Quite the discovery, when you are thinking about your crush and they appear in your vision, you become rather reckless. Though, an even greater discovery was Cosima's tongue. Cosima was evidently kissing her back, and without hesitation. Finally.

Delphine kissing her was not the assumed outcome of, whatever this was, but Cosima wasn't complaining. Heck, she couldn't contain herself. But she had to, she had to ask whether this was actually something or an accident. Because really, who knew? Supposed straight chicks are weird.

"Hi, I guess you were deep in thought before." Cosima said, separating her lips from the French girls.

"I was thinking about you." Delphine admitted, moving her arms onto Cosima's shoulders and wrapping her hands around her neck, and feeling quite comfortable to do so. She was on some sort of adrenaline high, that demolished any self-conscious boundaries she had previously owned.

"Is that so? I was just creepily admiring you from afar."

"I know."

"Really, right. Put on the list of things to improve, stalking. Right above judging when hot French girls like me."

"You think I'm hot?"

"Who said that?"

And their lips were back on each others, Cosima drop-stepped Delphine against some lockers they were standing next to and pressed closer to the blonde.

But Delphine pulled away.

"Class" She managed.

"Right."

"This was nice though."

"Indeed."

And so apparently, without need to voice it directly, they're feelings for each other were now known by themselves, and the silent gaping students of the hall. The exact ones who had just witnessed them make out.