A/N: HI! So this is a very short chapter and I'm very, very sorry. I've had a busy couple of weeks, trying to get as much time with my friends in as I could, because I'm going to Canada for five weeks, and I leave tomorrow. So don't expect another chapter in the next five weeks. But I thought I could atleast give you guys what I have so far, better than nothing right? So yeah, again, very sorry. Talk to me about this au the-tatiana-one on tumblr

Lexa wakes up to an arm around her waist, and a body pressed to her back. Her body stiffens before she remembers, Clarke had warned her, this is her own fault.

She could get out of the bed, avoid an awkward situation. But getting out of bed could wake up Clarke and then they'd still have an awkward situation. She decides against getting out of bed and relaxes.

She doesn't mind being spooned anyway.

Clarke wakes up to her spooning Lexa, and Lexa turning around to smile at her. Before she can panic, Lexa says, "Can we get breakfast? I'm hungry,"

Clarke swallows and nods, they get up and Clarke leads the way downstairs, glad that Lexa doesn't mention the position they woke up in.

There's a note on the table, Lexa reads it while Clarke pours them both cereal. "Your mother had an emergency at work, she'll be back before dinner to drive me home," Clarke turns around, bowls in her hands, and is met with Lexa's scrunched up face. She knows what Lexa's going to say before she says it.

"I don't want to be of inconvenience,"

"You won't be," Clarke says and places the bowl in front of Lexa, "Eat,"

They eat in silence and after Lexa closes her eyes and scrunches her nose for the fifth time, Clarke finally gets it. "Headache?" Lexa nods and Clarke chuckles. She can hold her liquor like a boss, but not everybody is as fortunate, apparently Lexa is one of those people.

"You didn't even drink that much,"

"It's the weed probably," Lexa shrugs.

As always, Clarke tells herself she doesn't need to know, she's not that curious and she doesn't need to ask. It's probably for the best if she doesn't. Fuck it, Clarke thinks.

"How much of last night do you remember?"

A small smile appears on Lexa's face, "I remember calling that Raven girl a rock," She looks directly into Clarke's eyes and adds, "And I remember stars," Clarke's stomach flutters, and she expects Lexa to go on, but Lexa focuses her attention back on her cereal.

It's fine, Clarke thinks, Lexa won't go on so she won't push her. It's fine. But it's not and she needs to know.

"That's all you remember?"

Lexa looks back up, a look passing through her eyes before settling back into the expression she always has. Like she has all the wisdom in the world and nobody would ever be able to understand that. But then she averts her eyes.

"Yeah," She says, refusing to meet Clarke's eyes. "That's all I remember," And Clarke is relieved. She really is, but then there's also a weird feeling in her stomach. A sinking feeling. If she didn't know any better, she'd think it's disappointment.

She remembers. She remembers everything she said, but tell Clarke that? No. It wouldn't matter, and if she can avoid getting shut off by Clarke, she will.

Clarke suggests going upstairs to get changed and Lexa agrees. She takes the bathroom first, and while she's getting dressed, she can hear music coming from Clarke's room. Happy music. Happy annoying music.

"What is this shit?" She asks as she comes out of the bathroom and is met by a dancing Clarke Griffin. If she wasn't so appalled by the horrific taste in music, she'd think it was cute. But she doesn't think it's cute. Because it's not. At all.

"You can change it if you want," Clarke says with a smile and closes the bathroom door behind her. Lexa stares at the stereo like she can't believe it's actually playing this ungodly music. She thinks she can deal with it, at least until Clarke is done changing, but then the next song starts playing and she just can't.

She changes the music to something that she likes. Something her friends like, something with decency and a subtle art to it that Clarke couldn't possibly understand. It's punk. Lexa flops onto Clarke's bed.

"So this is what you like huh," Lexa looks up to see Clarke standing in the doorway.

"Yup,"

"This can't be all you like," She says as she makes her way into the bedroom and starts messing around.

"It is," Lexa deadpans.

"I don't believe it,"

"So what kind of music do you like," Lexa asks, and Clarke flops down onto the bed, right next to Lexa.

"I like all kinds of indie, and pop, and rock and - I kind of like it all," Clarke shrugs and beams at Lexa, who just rolls her eyes in return. Lexa pushes any kind of thought about how cute Clarke is out of her mind. She doesn't have time for a soul destroying crush right now.

"I uh, kind of like indie folk, sometimes," A huge grin spreads across Clarke's face at Lexa's confession, and Lexa thinks about kissing it off for a split second, before regaining control of her brain. No, she can't. Not that she has a lot of time to think it through, because Clarke mentions something about watching a movie and she's already halfway down the stairs before Lexa can get her brain to function like she wants it to.

They're sprawled out on the couch, Lexa on one side, Clarke on the other, both facing the tv. They couldn't agree on which movies to watch, so then Clarke pointed at the pile of disney movies, and Lexa agreed.

The movie they're watching is one Clarke's seen about a hundred times, and so she catches herself watching Lexa more than once. Lexa's staring at the screen intently, and once in a while lip syncs along with the movie. And not even the songs, no, she's lip syncing the dialogue. You can't blame Clarke for looking, it's adorable.

So then when she looks at Lexa for the millionth time, something crosses her mind.

"What is it, Clarke?"

"How did you- have you dated girls before?" Lexa eyes Clarke calculatingly.

"Yes, I have," Lexa states and turns her attention back to the tv, but Clarke doesn't get brushed off that easily.

"How many?"

Lexa rolls her eyes, "I don't think the number is of importance, Clarke,"

"So there were a lot then," Clarke grins. Lexa doesn't respond so Clarke decides to take it a little bit further. "I bet you're a real player aren't you?" Lexa shifts in her seat, and Clarke studies her face for a few seconds before opening her mouth again, but she's cut off before she can say anything.

"There was one, okay?" Lexa snaps, "Just one," Lexa refuses to meet Clarke's eyes and Clarke gets why. That's how she used to respond when people tried talking about Finn to her. They've stopped trying, mostly.

Clarke wants to drop it, she really does but- okay so maybe she doesn't really want to drop it.

"Did you love her?" Clarke can see Lexa's entire body tense up. "I guess," She brushes it off, but she starts fidgeting with her hands and Clarke's afraid she might've ruined the relaxed vibe they had.

"I dated someone too who I think I loved, he- uhm- he died," At that Lexa looks at Clarke again, eyes slightly wide, edging Clarke on to continue. "He- uh- he got stabbed, it was kind of his own fault, got into business that wasn't his," Lexa stares at her for a minute, before nodding slowly but frowning while doing so.

Clarke moves forward quickly and puts her arm around Lexa's shoulders, squeezing her tightly. Lexa tenses up but then slowly returns the hug.

They continue watching the movie they're watching in silence, then Clarke puts in another movie, halfway the movie Lexa speaks up.

"You only ever had feelings for Finn?"

"Nah, I had a crush on Octavia for a while," Lexa's face falls, "Not anymore though," A big smile grows across Lexa's face, before she gains her composure and hides her smile.

"Good, because I know someone who's interested," Clarke raises her eyebrows, "Who has an eye on Octavia, I mean," Lexa adds hastily.

Abby comes home to take Lexa home, so Clarke goes upstairs with Lexa to get her stuff.

Lexa gathers her clothes and puts them in her overnight bag, while Clarke stands in the door opening looking at the way Lexa scans the room for other things that belong to her. When she's sure she has everything that's hers, Lexa walks over to Clarke and stops right in front of her.

She's staring at Clarke, a small smile tugging at the corner of her mouth and Clarke can't think straight because she's so close and she thinks her brain might actually go in overdrive and crash when Lexa leans in and places a kiss on Clarke's cheek.

"Thank you, Clarke," She whispers and passes Clarke, she walks downstairs and Clarke hears her say, "I'm ready mrs Griffin," But she can't move because did Lexa just- kiss her? A smile spreads across Clarke's face and the feeling in her stomach returns.

"So guess what," Raven says, throwing her bag onto the table, "Wick actually texted me and we're going out this weekend," She declares, a smile spreading across her face.

"No way," Octavia says, drawing out the A.

"How did your sleepover go?" Octavia turns to Clarke, "Did she try to kill you?" Murphy adds.

"You know, I think we're friends now," Clarke answers casually, looking at the way all of her friends react differently. Murphy smirks and raises his eyebrows suggestively, Octavia smiles at Murphy's reaction, and Raven hits Clarke on the arm.

"That's bullshit Griffin,"

Clarke spots Lexa and her friends walking past their table, she catches Lexa's gaze, Lexa smiles and waves in return, which Clarke returns.

"See?"

"Holy shit! Are you kidding me? This is a joke right?" Clarke shakes her head in response and Raven falls back in her seat before sitting back up straight with a smirk. "I bet you let her sleep in your bed with you," When Clarke doesn't reply, Raven looks at Octavia, "Can you believe this? She's letting other people sleep in her bed already!"

Octavia fake gasps and grabs Raven's hand, "Do you think she's gotten over us?"

"Oh no! I think she has!" Raven replies, putting her hand that's not being held by Octavia in front of her mouth.

Murphy glances at Clarke and rolls his eyes, Clarke smirks in return, she knows what Murphy means.

"So when are you two going to make out and get it over with?" Murphy asks, but both Raven and Octavia ignore him.

Octavia comes walking over with a smug look on her face, causing Raven to glance at Clarke and sigh. "What did you do Blake?"

Octavia looks at Raven with a gleeful expression, "I stayed after math class, and now I'm going on a date with Lincoln this friday." Raven whoops and goes in for a high five, Bellamy however, crosses his arms and sighs loudly causing everybody at the table to look at him.

"Is there a problem Bellamy?" Octavia asks, putting her hands on her hips. She knows what Bellamy's problem is, and Clarke knows how this is going to go. Bellamy will say what his problem is, Octavia will get angry, and rightfully so in Clarke's opinion, and then Octavia will say something to hurt Bellamy, which will cause Bellamy to either retaliate or to walk away. And if he retaliates Octavia will walk away. One time a fight between them led to them not talking for two whole days.

"I don't like you going on a date with this guy, he's dangerous and you don't know him,"

"You don't know him either! And the whole point of this date is to get to know each other," Octavia spats. Before Bellamy can open his mouth to say something that will really anger Octavia, Clarke cuts in, "Calm down Bellamy,"

"Just because you got yourself a girlfriend in that gang, doesn't mean Octavia has to get a boyfriend there, just date someone normal," Octavia lets out an exasperated sigh, "They are normal Bell," She says, gets up, and leaves. Clarke watches her leave, before she turns back to Bellamy.

"She's not my girlfriend," She says defensively, stressing the 'not'.

"Whatever you say,"

Bellamy is stubborn, but so is Clarke, and she doesn't have to make such a big deal about this, she could just let it slide, but as with everything lately, she can't. She doesn't know what's wrong with her lately.

"She's not, okay? She's just my tutor." She snaps, narrows her eyes at Bellamy, then adds, "I just need to get a good grade, I don't even like her!" She's staring at Bellamy, until Raven taps her on her arm and gestures to behind her back. She turns around to find Lexa staring at her, a mix of anger and hurt in her eyes.

"Shit, Lexa I-" Lexa shakes her head dejectedly and walks away, leaving Clarke behind with a sinking feeling in her gut.