A/N: Hey guys! I appreciate everyone who has left feedback! Just wanted to pop in to say for those of you who are concerned over whether or not Lena has known all along that Kara is Supergirl, your questions will definitely get answered in due time! All I'll say is that Lena Luthor is definitely no fool. ;) For now, it's time for these two to get their date on. Hope you enjoy! Also, hope you don't mind the double update today, I was in a writing mood!

Kara lounged on Alex's couch as her sister went on a late night mission for potstickers. Their lunch had turned into an all-day sister hang-out sesh, which was desperately needed by both girls. They had taken the opportunity to get caught up on each other's burgeoning relationships. Also, as promised, Alex had helped her hash out where exactly she should take Lena out on their first date. The two sisters had conflicting ideas, but in the end one of Alex's suggestions won out.

Kara had texted Lena earlier in the day to let her know she wasn't sure what time she would be home to make sure she wouldn't worry, if that was something she even did. The two of them hadn't been living together for too long, but it felt right to keep Lena updated when she knew she was going to be home late, especially with the current threat looming over their heads. The bomber hadn't made an appearance since the incident at CatCo, but Kara hadn't forgotten about them. Not in the slightest.

With a pillow cradled in between herself and her phone, Kara stared down at that same text thread now, trying to figure out how to best phrase her next message.

Would you perhaps like to join me at Le Marché Frais tomorrow for dinner at 8?

Kara read it over, her head shaking. Too formal. Delete.

Le Marché Frais. Tomorrow. 8:00. Be there.

Much too forward. Backspace, backspace, backspace.

So, for our date, I was thinking we could check out that new French restaurant in town, Le Marché Frais? I made us reservations for tomorrow at 8:00.

Much better. Kara read it over, figuring it sounded natural enough and covered all the main points. After adding a smiley face emoji to the end of it, Kara hit send, squealing and tossing her phone across the couch once it was sent. Her feet kicked in the air as she cradled the pillow tight to her chest. Even though she had already done the difficult part of asking Lena to go out on a date with her in the first place, it was still a little nerve-wracking actually sending the official invite. It was also exciting.

Kara was only able to wait about a minute before setting down the pillow and leaning across the couch, retrieving her phone which was sinking its way down into the couch cushions. Hoping that there was a reply, she eagerly pushed the home button, illuminating the screen. Contained in a small bubble was Lena's text back.

Sounds great! We'll take the limo. I figure we should arrive at our first date in style.

Kara beamed, swiping her finger across the screen to open up the message strand as a whole. Blue eyes happily danced over Lena's acquiescence to her proposal a few more times as she basked in the excitement she felt over currently having solid plans.

By the time Alex returned, she opened the door to find her sister happily staring at the screen of her phone, seemingly unfazed by the fact that potstickers were now in her general vicinity. A chuckle left Alex's lips.

"I'm guessing she's on board with the plan?"

Kara nodded, finally looking up from her phone. Turning the screen around, she held it up in her sister's direction.

"Yup! See?"

Alex leaned in as she sat their food down on the coffee table, squinting a little as her eyes swept the screen.

"Somehow, I'm not at all surprised that an emoji made its way to the end of your text…"

Kara grinned, setting her phone down to scoot forward and begin opening the bag of food. "I am who I am."

~ooooooo~

Kara stood by the front door of Lena's building, waiting for her to emerge. Figuring that it would take some of the magic out of their night if they both got ready for it in the same space, Kara had made use of her sister's apartment instead. Alex was spending the night at Maggie's, anyway, so Kara had been free to blast the little pre-date playlist she had put together that morning. She had taken her time getting ready, wanting everything to be perfect.

The dress she had chosen for their first date was one of Kara's favorites. It was this pretty cream color and was adorned with small pink rosebuds outlined in a thin, subtle gold that complimented her blonde locks, which were currently down. The sleeves made their way down slightly past her elbows and the neckline was deep enough to reveal the curves her best Victoria's Secret bra only managed to accentuate. Kara felt confident in that dress, which was why she had opted to wear that versus going out to buy something new. It was perfect with the weather, too. Spring appeared to be encroaching on winter early this year, allowing for floral prints to be in season ahead of time.

When Lena made her way through the revolving doors of the building, Kara could have sworn that her heart skipped a beat. Lena was wearing a simple black dress but it was extraordinary on her. The fabric hugged her every curve as if tailor made to fit her body. Her hair gleamed in the moonlight and ended in silky curls that framed a face that Kara suddenly wanted to kiss so badly. Lena looked so amazing that Kara almost wanted to take her back inside and keep her all to herself for the night.

"You're beautiful," Kara murmured before realizing that she had accidentally skipped over any hellos. Lena didn't seem to mind though.

"You don't look too shabby yourself." Lena walked right over, leaning in and kissing Kara. The faint snap of a camera could be heard in the far distance, but Kara was too preoccupied to care. Standing there, kissing Lena, she almost forgot that they had somewhere they needed to be in a few minutes.

Lena ended the kiss first, reaching for Kara's hand. "Come on, our carriage awaits," she said, gently guiding the blonde in the direction of the waiting limousine. The two women stepped inside, choosing to sit right next to one another so that they could hold hands throughout the short drive to the restaurant.

Too excited to speak, Kara simply rested her head on Lena's shoulder and held her hand, already trying to commit every moment of their night to memory. Kara had been on several dates throughout the years. Some with guys she had known well, some with complete strangers off of the internet. Regardless, the result had been the same. Kara left every date feeling lackluster about the entire situation. It had been something that she had blamed herself for, telling herself that her standards for the night had been too high.

Being with Lena quickly made Kara realize that she had been wrong to blame herself for the failed dates. It wasn't that her standards were too high, it had been that the person she was with was all wrong. Her date with Lena hadn't officially even begun yet and already she was completely enamored. The person you were with really made all the difference.

With that thought in mind, Kara lifted her head up and pressed a kiss to Lena's cheek.

"What did I do to earn that?" Lena asked, glancing over at Kara. A pleased smile was on her lips.

"Just for being here," Kara explained, her shoulders shrugging as she returned Lena's smile.

Before she could be asked to expand on that thought, their limousine came to a stop.

"We're here," Lena announced, leaning in and pressing a quick kiss to Kara's lips before the door opened and the two of them were helped out of the car.

The line leading into Le Marché Frais was long and winded around the building. Kara was incredibly grateful that she had thought to make reservations.

"How on earth did you manage to get us a table here?" Lena murmured as the two girls made their way to the front door. "Last I heard, the waiting list for this place was at least three months long."

Kara reached to open the door for them both, but was beaten to it by man dressed in what she guessed was a suit that came straight from France.

"Do you two have a reservation? If not…" The man thumbed in the direction of the line.

"Yup," Kara replied, nodding. "I made reservations for two…"

The man cut her off. "Okay, if that's really the case, you can head up to that desk there. They'll check to see if you're on the list." The guardian of the door looked at Kara skeptically. "You know, they'll send you back my way if you aren't really on there."

"We're on the list, promise," she assured, trying not to let the man's caustic demeanor ruffle her feathers. Reaching for Lena's hand, they walked around him once he stepped aside.

Kara lowered her voice to answer Lena's question from before as they made their way over to the front desk. "When I was Miss Grant's assistant, I would make all of her reservations so I have some…pull in the city, I guess you could say. Although this place is new, the owner also runs one of Miss Grant's all-time favorite places to eat, so once I dropped my name…a table suddenly cleared up."

Lena grinned at Kara's explanation. The two of them stopped at the front desk before being told someone would be with them in a moment. Lena took the opportunity to lean in, her voice a whisper, "Little did I know that I was going on a date with somebody with connections." Lena winked in her direction, causing Kara to blush just as a hostess walked up to them.

"Name?" The girl flipped open a large book before looking up at them both. Recognition seemed to find her eyes. "Oh wait, never mind, I'll just look for Luthor…"

"It's actually under Danvers," Kara piped up, unsurprised that Lena had been recognized.

The girl gave Kara the same skeptical look the doorman had before running her finger down the page, scanning for Kara's last name.

Suddenly, her finger stopped its path down the page, tapping twice against the book. "Ah, it's right here. Reservation for two under Danvers." The girl looked over, waiving another woman over. "This is Camille, she'll be taking you to your table. Enjoy your meal."

The woman who Kara now knew to be Camille was an older woman with a scowl etched into her features. When she walked over and directed them to follow her, the order came out as slightly gruff.

Kara and Lena exchanged a look, both clearly trying to keep a straight face as they followed Camille to a small booth located right by the windows. Sliding into opposite sides of the table, the two of them got comfortable. Camille dropped their menus on the table. They were heavy and the leather they were bound in made a smacking noise when they hit the shiny wood surface of the table, causing Kara to jump slightly.

"Enjoy your meal," Camille said, repeating the words from the hostess, but in a much gruffer voice. The waitress stalked off and the two women seated at the table exchanged another look, the both of them giggling this time.

"Well, that was interesting…" Lena remarked, reaching for the menus and handing Kara one of them.

"They were all so certain I was making up my reservations!" Kara kept her voice at a whisper so that only Lena could hear. Judging by Camille's already cheerful demeanor, Kara didn't want to risk any of the staff overhearing her.

Lena chuckled, her voice matching Kara's when she replied. "I swear, that man was chomping at the bit to escort us to the back of the line. That's what they get for underestimating Kara Danvers."

There was a bit of nuance in Lena's tone that left Kara wondering if she had picked up on it correctly when Camille returned. Two glasses of water were set down in front of them, almost as forcefully as the menus had been. A bit of liquid sloshed over the side, trickling down and pooling onto the table. Camille stared at them, acting as if she didn't notice.

"Drinks?"

Kara stared back at Camille and blinked, unsure what to even ask for. The place seemed so fancy that soda was probably a no-go and she hadn't gotten any time to even peek at the menu to see what adult beverages they offered.

Lena jumped in, seeming to have picked up on Kara's hesitance. "We'll take two glasses of moscato."

Camille walked away without another word and Kara mouthed, 'Thank you." Reaching for her napkin, she unraveled it and set her utensils down before trying to sop up the little bit of water that had escaped their glasses.

"I hope moscato is all right," Lena said, unraveling her napkin as well. Seeing that Kara had already gotten to all the water, she instead shook the fabric out and placed it on her lap. "I wasn't sure what kind of wine you drink, but… You strike me as someone who prefers it to be sweet."

Kara smiled, tickled by how accurate Lena's deduction had been. "You are correct. I like my wines nice and sweet. How about you?"

Lena shrugged a little "When it comes to wine, I don't really discriminate, but I do tend more towards the dry reds."

Kara's nose briefly crinkled at the thought. She had tried dry wines before but never made it past more than a few sips. "What made you get moscato tonight, then?"

Lena chuckled, leaning in and lowering her voice again. "I'm not sure I trust our waitress with anything that could stain…"

"Oooooh," Kara said, nodding. "You make a good point."

Lena leaned back and grabbed her menu, opening it up. Kara followed her lead. When her eyes hit the pages, they widened in surprise. Every dish on the menu was written entirely in French, none of which she was able to understand. Other than taking a few Spanish classes in high school and dabbling a little in the DuoLingo app on her phone, Kara wasn't really familiar with languages other than English and Kryptonian.

Biting down on her lower lip, Kara scanned the menu a few times, hoping at least one item would jump out at her. Thanks to old reruns of Dexter's Laboratory on Cartoon Network, she did know that fromage meant cheese so she tried looking just for that.

Coming up empty-handed, Kara finally looked up only to find that a very amused looking Lena had her eyes on her. Smiling bashfully, Kara set down the menu and reached for her water. "So, you caught me… I have no idea what to order," she admitted, taking a sip.

"How about I order for you?" Lena suggested. "If you don't mind, that is."

Kara's head shook as she set her water down. "No, of course I don't mind! Please. You'd be saving me from ending up with a possibly identifiable animal on my plate. Just…no frog." Kara wasn't even sure what the French word for frog was, but she remembered that it was considered to be a delicacy in France.

"No frog," Lena promised, smiling as she reached for Kara's menu, closing it and placing it on top of her own. Just as she did that, Camille returned with their wine. This time, when she sat it down, the wine at least remained in the glass.

"What will you have?"

By now, the girls were used to Camille's gruffness and Lena didn't hesitate before placing two orders for something called Coquilles Saint-Jacques. Without any follow-up questions, their waitress grabbed their menus, almost knocking over Lena's glass of wine in the process, and left.

"That was a close call," Lena murmured as her hand steadied her wobbling glass.

Kara found herself wondering if Lena was enjoying herself, but was too shy to simply come out and ask. The restaurant wasn't nearly as romantic as what had been described to her previously and things weren't going exactly as Kara had pictured when she and Alex had concocted the idea. She also found herself wanting to apologize for the service they had been receiving so far, as if it was her own fault.

"Maybe Camille is…new? It takes some time to get the hang of things, you know?"

Lena smiled, her hand reaching out and grasping one of Kara's. "You always see the best in people, don't you?"

Kara shrugged a little. The hand that Lena wasn't holding adjusted her glasses. There was something about the way Lena complimented her that always made her feel special, regardless of what the remark was. "I try to. I think that everybody deserves the benefit of the doubt."

"Which is why you gave me a chance," Lena said simply.

Kara's head shook, not agreeing with that particular observation.

"I wouldn't say that I gave you a chance," she explained, after a moment of thought. "To say I gave you a chance kind of implies that you had done something wrong in the first place, which isn't the case. When I first met you, I never once stopped and wondered… Should I even be talking to a Luthor? That wasn't a concern of mine. Instead… I may have been a little distracted by the way your red lipstick not only matched your shirt, but made your lips look ah-mazing." Kara ducked her head slightly, suddenly a little shy over her confession.

Lena, however, smiled warmly at Kara's words. "I didn't realize you were paying such close attention."

"I always pay attention to beautiful things," Kara admitted, trying to keep her shyness at bay in favor of honesty.

Lena leaned in over her side of the table and Kara followed suit. Their lips met just as somebody loudly cleared their throat. Pulling apart, the two of them looked over to find Camille precariously balancing a tray containing two plates on her hand. Kara was suddenly nervous that the tray would topple and food would go everywhere. As the older woman reached for their food, Kara braced herself, preparing to reach out and catch anything that happened to go flying.

"Didn't mean to interrupt your smooching… Although you two do realize that this is a public place and all?" The voice Camille used to chastise them reminded Kara of a disappointed parent. "Our runner disappeared on us halfway through the dinner shift tonight so here I am with your food…"

Letting go of Lena's hand to make way for their plates, she grabbed her balled up napkin and spread it out on her lap, so ready for whatever food was about to be bestowed upon them. Kara had skipped lunch earlier due to nerves over her impending date and was now starving.

When Camille set her dinner down in front of her, Kara could feel her heart drop. Seated at the center of a rather large plate were two shells that had what Kara believed to be a scallop in each one. Other than that, there was nothing on the plate other than several carefully placed dots of something that was bright green and a single piece of garnish.

"Enjoy your meal," Camille said, repeating what appeared to be the restaurant's motto. "Try to get through it without too much canoodling, okay?" With that, the waitress walked off, leaving a very disappointed Kara behind.

Spotting that Lena was already reaching for her fork, Kara did the same figuring that, if this was all she was going to be getting to eat, then she might as well make the most of it. Poking the fork into the side of the scallop, she pried off a piece and held it up, examining it.

Again, when she looked up at Lena, she found her looking quite amused.

"Is everything okay with your meal?"

"Are you enjoying yourself tonight?"

Their questions came at the same time, causing both of them to laugh.

"You first," Lena prompted.

"Are you enjoying yourself tonight?" Kara asked again, her laughter dying down. Although she had tabled that question earlier, because of who she was as a person, she couldn't help but ask.

"Of course I am," Lena insisted, setting her fork down. "I'm with you, aren't I? How could I not enjoy myself?"

"Well… I wasn't sure if this place… was meeting your expectations," Kara explained, knowing that it definitely wasn't meeting her own expectations.

Lena reached back out for Kara's hand, taking it. As always, Kara instantly felt soothed by the contact. "I had no expectations for the night other than having a great time with you, which is exactly what I'm doing. I didn't come here tonight for this restaurant, I came here tonight for you."

Kara smiled, squeezing Lena's hand gently. "What was your question for me?"

Lena chuckled once, glancing down at Kara's plate before looking back up into her eyes. "I asked if everything was okay with your meal, but I have a feeling I know the answer…"

"Yeah… it's just… not what I expected, I guess," Kara admitted with a laugh, knowing her face had given her away earlier. "It's…tiny."

Lena laughed at Kara's observation, nodding. "It is tiny. Most restaurants like this aren't known for their portion size. It's more about the quality of the food than anything."

"Ah, I see," Kara said. "I always booked places like this for Miss Grant to go to but I can't say I knew exactly what they were like. This is…different."

"I was surprised you picked this place, to be honest," Lena admitted, her head tilting as she kept her gaze on Kara's.

"Really?"

"Really." Lena nodded. "This…didn't strike me as being your cup of tea, which… I think we've established that it isn't."

Kara looked away, glancing at the other patrons in the restaurant before making eye contact with Lena again. "I wanted to impress you," she admitted after stalling. "I thought this was the kind of place you'd want to go to tonight." More accurately, Alex thought it was the kind of place that Lena would want to go to, but Kara wasn't about to admit that she had her sister help with the planning.

"Oh, Kara," Lena said, her thumb brushing across the back of Kara's hand in small strokes. "You never have to worry about impressing me. There's nowhere on this entire planet that we could go where I couldn't enjoy myself with you. This?" Lena used her free hand to gesture towards the restaurant as a whole. "Is not necessary to impress me. You impress me and that's all that matters."

Kara resisted the urge to fidget with her glasses, internally cursing herself for not going with the first place she had thought of for their date. "Next time… I will take you where I really want to take you, I promise."

"Next time?" Lena asked, a brow lifting with her question.

Kara felt her heart clench and was suddenly wondering if her reaction meant that she didn't want there to be a next time.

"Why wait for next time? The night is still young. We haven't even eaten anything yet." Lena gestured to their practically untouched Coquilles Saint-Jacques. "When you first tried to plan out tonight, I'm assuming you had somewhere else in mind?"

Lena's remark came off as a question so Kara nodded in response.

"Would we still be able to go to said place?"

Kara paused, considering that. She would have to text Winn to ask for a favor, but she was fairly confident she could make it happen. "Yeah, I think so."

"Then take me there."

"Really?" Kara asked, suddenly excited over the prospect of a do-over for their night.

"Really."

With that, Lena let go of Kara's hand and reached into the small clutch that she had brought along with her to the restaurant. Pulling out two hundred dollar bills, she sat them down on the table and then started to slide herself out of the booth.

"Lena, no…" Kara protested, since she had fully intended on paying for dinner herself.

Lena's head shook and she reached a hand out for Kara to join her. "Since this was catered specifically to me, I'm paying, but you can cover whatever happens next." Kara again opened her mouth to protest, but Lena cut her off. "No arguments." She wiggled her fingers at Kara, waiting for her to take her hand.

With a smile and sigh, Kara pushed herself off of the booth and laced her fingers through Lena's. "You're impossible."

"Not impossible," Lena said, maneuvering past several passing patrons to get to the exit. "Just too cute to say no to." Lena ended her sentence with a wink.

With that, the two girls happily exited Le Marché Frais, eager to embark on their second adventure for the night.