Clara's eyes fluttered open to the morning light streaming through Newt's bedroom window. Newt's bedroom. Clara shot her head up but groaned as it began to pound; it felt like it was going to explode. She felt stirring behind her and turned her body slightly, only to find someone's arm draped over her waist. Then something inside her brain clicked. Last night, she thought, Oh shuck. She couldn't even remember what happened after Newt kissed her. They kissed?

"Newt." Clara hissed. She felt his arm tighten around her waist and pull her closer, giving her butterflies in the pit of her stomach. But she ignored them. "Newt, wake up."

"What." He muttered, his voice raspy from sleep.

"What happened last night?" With that, Newt pulled away from her, propping himself up on his elbow.

"Came here, talked for a bit..." his eyes widened "we kissed. A lot. And..."

Clara gasped "We didn't... you know... right?"

"Nononono... no. No." Newt rubbed his temple with his free hand, also suffering from a severe headache. "I would've remembered that." Clara rubbed her eyes. She wondered if what happened last night was real, or a drunken mistake.

"Did you do it because you were drunk?" she asked him. Newt looked at her, slightly hurt.

"I would've done the same thing sober. Can I say the same about you?" Clara opened her eyes, surprised. She sighed, knowing she couldn't turn back now.

"I'm not one to express my feelings, and I'm not usually confident the way I was last night. But... I definitely felt something. Have for a while now...didn't know you did too." Her cheeks flushed of embarrassment. Newt smiled bashfully, his blonde hair hanging over his eyes. She heard him chuckle quietly, then slowly it turned into an uncontrollable giggle that made Clara's heart swell.

"What?" she asked, grinning wide. He looked up at her and she was surprised to see tears in his eyes.

"That's probably the best news I've heard my whole time here." he said in between laughs. He tackled her into a bear hug, tangling them inside the blankets as he squeezed her until she couldn't breathe. He finally let go and stared at her with the most awestruck expression she'd ever seen. She wrapped her arms around his waist and pulled him back down, their lips meeting, this time sober. It was a relieving kiss, a confirmation of both of their feelings, rather than something in the moment. Clara felt it was even better than the last one. They stayed like that for at least five more minutes, Clara's fingers running through Newt's hair, Newt's lips resting against her cheek. Unfortunately, their time was cut short when Clara checked her watch and realized she was late for her training with Minho.

"Shuck!" she gasped "Newt, I have to go. Minho's going to kill me if I don't show up."

"Five more minutes." he protested, his voice muffled from his face being buried in her shoulder. Clara chuckled, prying his hands off her and picking her pants and shoes off the floor. Her headache was slowly fading, but she could still feel it throbbing.

"You know I can't do that, you doof. You have somewhere to be too, you know that?" She slipped her pants on and quickly tied her shoes, throwing her hair up into a messy ponytail. She needed a shower. "I've gotta go. I'll see you later."

Clara snuck out the door, careful to make sure no one was in the hallway, and quietly hopped down the stairs. She jogged across the Glade and towards the Map Room, where she saw Minho standing with his hands on his hips, obviously waiting for her. When she got to him he checked his watch, tapping his foot like a disappointed mother.

"Fifteen minutes late. Where have you been?" Minho asked. His frustrated expression morphed into a sly smirk when his eyes caught something on her neck. He whistled and laughed to himself. "I think I know now."

"What?" Clara asked, her hands flying to her neck.

"You don't have a mirror? Come here." They walked into the Map Room and Minho scooped up a piece of glass from a mirror, handing it to her with a smirk. She examined her neck and was horrified to find her neck littered with fresh love bites, obviously from the previous night.

"So last night was fun, huh?" Minho teased, receiving a swat to the arm. "Who was the lucky fella?"

"I'll be right back." Clara tossed the glass onto the table and rushed out of the Map Room, back to the Homestead, and into Newt's room. Fortunately, he was still asleep, so she quietly opened the drawers to his dresser until she found a sweatshirt that could cover the damage. When she arrived back, Minho still wore a knowing grin.

"Can we get to work now?" he asked. Clara nodded.