- The alien bar -
The night was cool and the streets were calm. Lena Luthor silently enjoys Kara's fingers interlaced with hers, wondering if such a simple gesture should mean something so intimate and welcoming for her. And even though she has learned over the years to be suspicious and extremely cautious, she doesn't even question as Kara guides her through darker places, straight into an alley that ends in front of a door. The muffled sound that comes from within suggests music and voices.
"I know it's not the kind of place you're used to." Kara sighed. "That has no class, elegance and…"
"I would go with you anywhere, Kara." The truth escapes from her lips before she could realize it.
But the smile she immediately receives, makes her body melt and she thanks herself for not being able to control her tongue. Her hand is captured once more and Kara pulls her to the secret place, making her more anxious than before.
The shock wave hits her faster than she could imagine.
Kara took her to a bar full of aliens. But the shock isn't because of this fact, but because of the expectation of a reaction from them. Lena is used to hostility, it's part of the whole package of being a Luthor. And that's all right. But for some reason, this time she cares. She wants to be accepted in a place where Kara, apparently, goes often and appreciates.
"Kara…I…" She whispers.
"It's ok, Lena." The grip on her hand becomes firmer, though also affectionate and comforting like no other touch she had ever received in her entire life.
"I'm a Luthor, Kara."
Unfortunately, the statement echoed in the bar. Everyone silenced and stared at the entrance. Lena held her breath. She doesn't fear them, not even those in a human form nor those that keep their native forms from their respective planets. She doesn't know what she's afraid of, but is terrified of being, as always, judged by her family heritage.
"Hey, everyone!" Kara ignores her and waves. "I want to introduce you to Lena Luthor! Today is her birthday!"
When Lena's legs were about to force her out that place as quickly as possible, the ovation started, and for her surprise it was inviting and cheerful. She wasn't able to understand. Never had been faced with so many encouraging smiles. Not even a few suspicious looks in the corners of the bar made her feel less embraced or allowed in that place. In no known galaxy Lena would believe that someone, especially aliens, would smile and applaud a Luthor.
"Oh, Kara…" The air finally circulates freely inside her lungs.
"You… You didn't like it?"
"It's amazing."
"Here they're able to be who they really are, without worrying about judgments or even attacks, Lena. Anyone can. Including you."
"Kara!" Mon-El called her from behind the counter while carefully cleans a tray.
"Mon…Mike!" Kara laughed nervously, almost letting his real name slip from her lips. Lena noticed it. But as long as Kara feels in need to keep this secret, she will plainly accept it. "You remember Lena, don't you?"
"Of course!" He waved at Lena. "Big party! Nothing like thieves with crazy science weapons to cheer everyone up!"
"Ah, Mike…" Kara cleared her throat, casting a small disapproved glance at him. "About that thing we talked about when I called from the toy store…"
Mon-El nodded with a big smile and disappeared from view among the people, running to the stereo and pulling someone to help him, since he still had no idea on how to deal with Earth's technology.
"Kara…?" Lena raised a suspicious eyebrow.
"Well, you said you like music, Lena." A mischievous smile printed her face. "Today we're going to dance! I don't understand much of Debussy or Classical Music, but I hope it makes you happy.
Lena tried not to look so stunned and flattered by her words and the growing blush on the reporter's face. In vain, she tried not to sweat and shudder when Kara's hand grabbed hers and gently took her to the empty center of the bar, under the dim light of the lamp. It's the first time Lena is not worried about the gazes she's so used to, friendly or not. Kara is, at this moment, all that she can see.
But the tender moment was immediately broken when the music started.
'I see you windin' n grindin' up on that pole, I know you see me lookin' at you and you already know I wanna fuck you, fuck you, you already know I wanna fuck you, fuck you, you already know, girl.'
Lena almost screamed at the sudden, abrupt squeeze in her hand before Kara's eyes widen and she turns towards Mon-El, who, strangely, was moving from side to side as if he was trying to dance.
"Mo…Mike!" Kara shouted. "What the hell are you doing?!"
"You asked for a song…!" He shrugs, a little confused.
"Yeah!" Kara crossed her arms breathing deeply to calm herself. "I asked for Debussy and you asked what kind of planet was that, so I said to put a romantic slow song!"
Definitely, Lena wished to be able to control her heartbeat the moment she listened to Kara confess she would like to dance romantically with her.
"Is this not romantic?" Mon-El scratched his chin, completely lost. "Winn show me the other day, the music says he wants to fu…"
"I know what it's saying!" Kara interrupted him before embarrassing herself even more. She really needed to have a particular small talk with Winn about his idea of the word 'romantic'.
Lena had not yet said a word, but smiled when she saw Kara impossibly more blushed than before. The reporter grabbed her hand, this time to take her out from that bar, breathing deeply, unable to meet her eyes.