Cat froze. Unblinking, staring at Kara with wide eyes, a blush slowly rising over her cheeks. Oh, I was just unapologetically gaping at your otherworldly legs that seem to go for days. God, what was wrong with her? Just two seconds ago, she was as composed as any future Ivy League scholar would be. How could this girl, once again render her seemingly incapable of human speech. After what seemed like an eternity, Cat decided to play dumb, something that was definitely not in her nature, "I'm sorry?"

Kara giggled at Cat's obvious attempt to derail from the fact that she had indeed been checking her out, but she decided to play along, "I asked, why were you staring at me when I walked in? My legs in particular, maybe?"

"Oh...OH! No, no, no, I wasn't staring at you, or your legs, I was..." Cat searched for an answer that wasn't there. "I...was...merely observing...YOUR SOCKS! They're the wrong color."

Kara looked down at her socks in confusion. "But they're red. According to the pamphlet, school colors are red and blue."

A triumphant smirk spread across Cat's face. "They would have you believe that, but it is actually crimson red and galactic blue. Trust me, I'm a stickler for these kind of things." Suddenly, an idea popped into Cat's head. "Why don't we go shopping for some after school? Then maybe we can head to my place and we can, I don't know...study or do some homework?" She hoped she didn't sound too desperate. A part of her didn't care, she felt a connection with Kara, though she didn't know whether the girl felt that same connection. She felt a need to be near her, a need she didn't know she was capable of feeling. Hopefully it wouldn't drive Kara away.

The bell interrupted, Cat jumped at the sound. Kara seemed amused at how fidgety Cat was. Here she thought the girl was a model of sheer perfection and poise, but it seemed like, maybe, there was more to Cat than what she had heard about. She looked at her schedule and then at Cat. She ruffled through her bag and wrote her number on a sticky note and handed it Cat. "Here, you can text me after second period so we can meet up, compare schedules and see about meeting up after school." Kara smiled and turned around swiftly and was about to leave when she felt a gentle pressure on her arm stop her from walking away.

Cat quickly let go of Kara and began smoothing out her skirt. Cat didn't know why she was being so persistent with this girl. Yeah, she was gorgeous, but this was so unlike Cat to be fawning over someone in the span of ten minutes. But no, it wasn't persistence. She was being clingy. This is why she ruined any chances with friends at this school. Maybe it was because her father left when she was a young girl, and her mother, might as well have checked out upon his departure. She needed to feel wanted. Cat's mind raced at memories of past friends, slowly making less and less time for her. Eventually, they would stop answering her calls and texts. Even eye contact, with her so called friends walking down the hallways, became nonexistent. Of course, she would simply blame her friendless existence on her genius. Those twats can't keep up with me on an intellectual level, why bother? Truthfully, she did want friends, but she gave up and decided she was going to spend her senior year in the comfort of her own solace...until Kara showed up. "Can I walk you to class? I know this place like the back of my well-manicured hand and I wouldn't want you to end up in detention solely on the basis that you lack a sense of direction."

Kara chuckled, "I lack a sense of direction?!"

"Kara, you literally passed right by your locker as you were looking for your locker. I think it's safe to assume you lack some sort of direction, that, or you need a new prescription for your glasses." Kara adjusted her glasses nervously.

"Well, maybe you're right. I was a bit distracted..." Cat smirked at her. A rush of heat spread across Kara's face, she was suddenly as red as her soon to be regulation crimson socks. I was a bit distracted by your angelic face illuminating the hallway, no big deal...right? "Uh, yeah...this schools locker system is way different from my last school. So, yeah." Nailed it.

Okay Danvers, let's get going before we both get detention." Cat linked her arm with a still blushing Kara. Kara stiffened at the ongoing contact Cat was exhibiting. Was this normal? She felt nauseous, but in a good way. Kara remembered this feeling from being around her ex-boyfriend James, but right now? Why was this happening? She liked boys, right? Thoughts were racing in her mind as they weaved their way through the crowded hallway.

Turns out they had NO classes together. Cat hoped she would have at least one class with her newly found ray of sunshine, but no luck. They did have lunch together, though it was mostly spent with Kara fretting over her already amounting workload. Cat didn't mind listening to her animated chatter about her calculus syllabus being ripped straight out of the depths of Hades or the chemistry syllabus crafted by the ghost of Marie Curie herself. Cat simply smiled and assured her she would offer any help she could give, having already taken most of Kara's classes last year and over the summer.

The remainder of the day seemed to drag on forever. All Cat wanted was for the school day to be over so she could spend some time with Kara, away from these depressing walls. Oh shit. She's coming to my house. Cat never had any visitors at her house. Even when she did have "friends" she never felt comfortable having them invade her personal sanctuary. Her home was her escape. Her mother typically worked at night, probably to avoid any contact with Cat. She didn't mind. Being home alone gave her a sense of independence. Cat cooked for herself, did her own laundry, and even cleaned up around the house, not that it ever needed cleaning, but it helped to keep her mind off of feeling so alone.

Today was going to be different. Kara was coming over and God knows for how long! Why did she even bring it up? Maybe she could cancel. Make up some lame excuse and just bail. She was snapped out of her worrying as she felt her phone vibrate. Kara.

Meet you by my locker. -Kara ;) Ugh, this girl was going to ruin her.

The bell rang and Cat scurried to the door. As she briskly made her way to the lockers, she wondered if Kara had made any other friends. Sure Kara had said she wasn't planning on making any new friends, but Cat was realistic. There was no way in hell anyone could resist her sunny Danvers disposition. She just hoped Kara had chosen wisely and befriended the right people.

She arrived to her locker, Kara was nowhere in sight, so she packed up a few things as she waited.

"Hey." Kara appeared from behind her, startling Cat.

"Don't do that. I'm very jumpy" Cat looked genuinely alarmed.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. Though I did notice that you are a bit jumpy. Ha, just like a cat." Kara giggled at the mental image she was concocting in her head of Cat as a cat.

"Ha. Ha." Cat laughed out sarcastically. "Cat jokes, very original Danvers, though not very funny." Kara looked down sheepishly. Oh no, Cat couldn't see that. "But...I'll let it slide, this time. If you ever make a feline reference in my presence, we're done." Cat didn't mean it, but she really didn't like cat jokes and something told her Kara had a whole truckload of them.

Kara tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and nodded. "I'll make sure to make my cat jokes in the privacy of my own brain." She gave Cat a mischievous grin.

Cat smiled happily. "Thank you. Now let's go before they lock us in here till morning." Cat linker her arm through Kara, causing Kara once again to feel like whatever the opposite of a million bucks is, but still good, if that makes any sense. They continued walking in unison to Cat's BMW.

As they neared the student lot, Kara couldn't help herself at the sight of Cat's car. "Woah! You have your own car?"

"Of course, how else did you think we were getting going to get around? Walking?" Cat made an exaggerated shuddering motion. Kara remained standing, mouth agape. "Come on Kara, daylight's wasting." They hopped into the car and headed off.

The car ride was mostly silent, as both girls had varying thoughts bouncing around in their heads. Once Kara's crimson red socks were bought, they headed to Cat's place.

"Woah. Your house looks amazing!" They pulled up to a modern looking house, squared edges and neutral colors, paired up with a perfectly trimmed front lawn. Sure it was an amazing house, from a technical perspective, but it lacked personality and charm. Sometimes, Cat wondered if people saw her that way. She'd make sure Kara got to know the real Cat Grant, not just some rumor based version of herself.

They exited the car and walked inside, removing their shoes as they made their way through the house. Cat wondered where to set up. The dining table seemed too formal, besides, she hated it. All the empty chairs around the dining table served as a reminder of how truly empty the place was. She decided on setting up in her room. It was really the only place in the entire house where she felt she belonged. Was it too presumptuous to ask Kara into her bedroom? No, Cat. It's not like this a date. You just met this girl today, and why am I just assuming she likes girls. Does she maybe like, LIKE me? Cat had always been very open minded about sexual preference and orientation. She didn't believe in labeling herself or others. Love is love, but she was beyond curious about Kara's preferences. Who was she kidding though? Someone like Kara would never like her. Kara needed another ray of sun to shine along with her. Cat was just a cloud on a gloomy day, compared to Kara. She would resign herself to just be Kara's friend. If that's all she could get, well, then that's all she would have.

Cat led them upstairs as Kara commented on this and that, clearly nervous chatter, but chatter nonetheless.

"You can sit on the bed and get your work out, I'm going to change out of my uniform." Cat headed to the adjacent bathroom in her room.

Kara set her school bag on the floor and sat in silence for a few seconds, taking it all in. Cat Grant's room. Wow, get it together Kara. Remember what Alex said…Dang, what the hell did Alex say? She never mentioned anything about being lured into the bedrooms of intellectual goddesses! Kara was feeling nauseous again. She took out her phone and began typing out a text to her foster mom, letting her know of her whereabouts. She looked up mid text and immediately froze, mouth agape and hooded eyes now graced her face. Cat had walked out of the bathroom wearing some comfortable skimpy shorts and a tank top. Kara let her eyes roam Cat's figure slowly. Oh no…the nausea. She quickly snapped her head downwards to send her text and to avoid any further embarrassment.

Cat was triumphantly walking towards the bed to take a seat, clearly aware of Kara's hungry gaze. Just as she neared the bed, her foot caught on the strap of Kara's school bag on the floor. She tripped forward and landed on top of Kara, effectively rendering them in a horizontal and very compromising position.

Cat stared down at Kara's magnificent ocean blue orbs. They looked frightened. But Cat couldn't move. She wouldn't move.

Kara herself looked up at Cat's eyes, wondering if they were hazel or green or some glorious earthy combination of both. Cat's aroma invaded her senses, from the strawberry scented shampoo, to the subtle tropical scent of her perfume. She felt Cat's body pressed firmly against her, she was light, but still, the pressure was there, and god did it feel good. Kara looked down at Cat's rosy colored lips. Nausea? No, not this time. Kara reached up and crashed her lips with Cat's.

It was a chaste kiss, one that Cat definitely reciprocated, but it ended too quickly. Kara leaned back and looked up at Cat. If Cat thought Kara looked frightened before, she was wrong. Kara looked absolutely terrified. "Oh my god, Cat I'm so sorry!" She gently pushed Cat aside, grabbed her school bag and began running out of the room.

Cat jumped up, and ran after her down the stairs. "Kara wait!"

"Sorry Cat," Kara stood by the front door, hand on the doorknob. She looked at Cat with sad eyes clearly filling up with tears just waiting to pour. "I'll see you at school tomorrow, I'm sorry"

Cat was afraid she had pushed too far, walking out in her skimpy shorts and tight tank. The fall, of course had been a wonderful accident, but the feeling of having Kara's body beneath her, gave her chills. Their bodies fit perfectly together. The skirt and blazer ensemble served as an unwanted barrier, though she could still feel Kara's hidden muscular frame beneath it. Cat would be lying if she said she wasn't extremely turned on by it. Tomorrow. It was going to be tough. Knowing how Kara's lips feel and taste, Cat didn't know how she was going to handle being within two lockers distance of Kara.

Now Cat was left alone with all these thoughts, but just one in particular and probably the most important of all, Kara initiated the kiss.