When reaching Kristen's door, Kate took a moment in the hallway. She slowly breathed in and out, feeling like she would step out onto a stage for the first time again. Her hand went up to knock on the door, but it stopped. She hesitated, resting it on the wall beside the door. She didn't know if she could go through with it...knowing that their recently growing friendship would disintegrate in the blink of an eye if she was wrong and Kristen did NOT feel anything for her. She could ruin everything. Living with the knowledge that she had ruined her chance at getting to know Kristen Wiig before she even could would be disastrous and impossible. She inhaled deeply before shaking her head and turning back to head to her own room again.

When she closed her own door behind her, that anger and frustration was still there. But she knew she couldn't face Kristen. Cheeks red and palms sweating, she picked up her cell phone, texting the woman in the room down the hall.

"Hey, did I do something wrong?"

The few seconds of waiting felt like a decade to McKinnon.

"No. Why?" Kristen finally replied.

Heart beating like a clicking tock.

"Idk. U just seemed a little upset when u left." There was no response and Kate's shaking fingers typed more. "Ik u had ur room key the whole time."

Seconds went by. Then minutes. No answer. Fear and irritation grew within Kathryn. It'd been a few months since she'd felt this much suspense in a real life event. She didn't want things to be weird between them. They were all having such a great time together.

A few more moments passed and as she internally panicked, she paced her hotel room, checking her phone almost every second. Nothing. She wondered where everything got fuzzy and when things started to confuse her. She wasn't crazy...Kristen was flirting. She knew it. She'd dealt with girls before and this is exactly how they treated their crushes. It was inevitable. Now she was receiving the silent treatment...another sign of someone who was into you. Especially when they feared being asked if they had a crush. Though Kate did not ask Kristen if she liked her, asking her if she was mad at her was another form of doing so.

Kate stopped pacing. Her left hand found its way to rest on her hip while the right hand reached up to run her fingers through her wavy locks. Her hand rested on the back of her head when she finished stroking her blonde hair. Gazing down at the floor, she daydreamed about leaving her room, walking straight down that hallway, knocking on Kristen's door, and kissing her the moment it opened.

When she came back to reality, she bit her lower lip attempting to figure out how she'd let herself get this far. Nothing could ever happen. Nothing would ever happen. They are friends. Kristen is straight. They are both too shy to admit if anything even was going on. And neither of them are bold enough to confess.

Suddenly, her phone vibrated and her heart began to pound so loud, she felt the adrenaline rushing through her head. Almost too scared to look at her screen, she slowly tilted her head while her left hand raised the device.

A burning rose in her nose and tears of disappointment made their way to the surface as she looked at the notification at the top of her cell screen. It was a private text from Melissa. "Hey, are you on your way down?"

She swallowed as if willing her tears to retract and go back to where they came from. She inhaled deeply in order to rid herself of the stinging in it from the rise and fall of the urge to cry. The sad disappointment in not seeing a reply from Kristen only made the pain in her chest worse than before but she shook it off, finally sending a message back to Melissa. "I'll be there in a few." She rubbed her nose once before jumping at the sound of a knock on her door. Clearing her throat, she threw the phone onto the soft bed, rolling her watery eyes and heading to open it with a hint of an attitude.

"Hi." Wiig's shoulders went up when the door opened, her hands folded in front of her.

"Hello." McKinnon surprisingly spoke with ease. "What's-"

"I'm not..." She shook her head, realizing she already started wrong. "No. You didn't do anything wrong. And, uh...no. You didn't." She knew that sounded lame.

"Oh." Kate nodded for awhile as nothing else was said. "Did you come over here just to tell me that?" She tried to giggle, but knew it sounded fake. "Because you could've just texted me."

"No. I, ummm...Thank you...again. For the massage. I really needed it. Even though I can be stubborn at times." She very weakly chuckled and the sound came out as one coming from a hospital patient in pain. "Thank you."

Berthold nodded again, only this time with a bit of sarcasm. "Youuu said that already." She heard that bitterness seeping through.

Kristen stared down at her. "I just...C-c-can I try something?" She sounded as though she were about to choke. Goosebumps rose on Wiig's arms and the back of her neck.

"Um...Depends on what it is." Kate joked.

The joke was on her though, almost immediately. At first, everything was numb and all Kate could feel was the hands that gently held both sides of her face. She recognized that her ears were covered, which brought some more feeling into her cheeks. Soon the numbness began to subside and she noticed what was happening with her nose as it collided with the warm skin above Kristen's upper lip. Finally, the feeling in her lips returned and she realized what was really happening. She was kissing Kristen Wiig. Kristen Wiig was kissing her. She initiated it.

For a moment, Kate embraced their harmless liplock, but soon she pulled away. As she looked into the taller woman's eyes for a moment, she could tell this wasn't a mistake and the smallest smile appeared on Wiig's face for a moment. The older of the two was hardly breathing and Kate soon noticed Kristen hadn't released her soft grip on Kate's cheeks. Wiig closed her eyes and tried to take in a deep breath. As she kept them closed, she followed Kathryn into the room a bit more while the shorter one stepped backwards, closing the door.

The sound of the door shutting, caused Kristen to reopen her eyes and she looked right into icy blue ones. "What's happening?" She whispered with a hint of a whimper.

"I don't know." Kate answered, trying her best not to smile at the moment as she could tell Kristen was in a bit of a panic. "Are we gonna let it?"

"What?" Kristen asked quietly.

"Are we gonna let it happen?" Kate reiterated.

Kristen's head dropped as she wasn't sure how to answer right now. She slid her right hand down to hold Kate's shoulder while looking at their feet. Her eyes closed again as she tried to control her breathing. She slowly began to shake her head no and she looked up. A bright smile had at some point grown on the natural blonde's lips and Kristen couldn't resist being looked at like that. She met her for another kiss, her left hand finding the back of Kate's neck.

This one started out simple, but slowly grew more intense as they parted lips, an invitation for the other's tongue. Their feet moved in unison as they leisurely spun in place. After making their turn, Kate began to step forward, forcing Kristen's back against the wall. The hand that was holding Kate's neck slid down to take hold of Kate's wrist as its hand loosely grabbed onto Kristen's own hip. It took all of Wiig's power not to lift her right leg, wrapping it around the shorter comedian.

Though Kristen held Kate's right hand to her hip, McKinnon snuck the same hand up to Wiig's left breast. A moan escaped the taller woman's throat which broke the kiss, causing a gasp to come from both women. While Kristen's breathing grew heavy and her chest moved up and down, Kathryn traced small kisses down to her neck where she nipped and sucked, receiving more groans of pleasure from the usual brunette.

Kate felt Kristen's heart beating hard and fast through her hand as she teased the woman's nipple through her tank top. Wiig moaned, whispering Kate's name. "Kate." And again. "Kate?" A bit louder. "Kate." Her hand squeezed Kathryn's hand, pushing it away from her chest. "Wait." She choked out through the breaths of satisfaction and desire. McKinnon finally stopped nuzzling into Kristen's neck, pulling her head away to look up at the other blonde. "Wait." She sighed, feeling tears build up. "I ca-I'm not...not ready. I don't-don't know what I'm doing." She let out a tearless sob with a fake grin and her hand met her face with frustration.

Kate stepped away from her, letting her off the wall. "I'm sorry. I-I get it."

"No, no. It's-" She didn't know how to explain without hurting Kate, so she gave up trying and left. "I'm sorry." The door was shut behind her and Kathryn McKinnon Berthold stood still longer than ever thought possible.

A/N: I know, I know. Lol Hang in there, readers! Haha Thanks for sticking around! I promise you won't be disappointed (I hope). Please comment and review! Love you all! MWAH!