A/N: SO THIS TOOK A LONG TIME. Some of you waited patiently, others wanted me to update and told me through the famous "update pls" which comes over v rude. I'm not a machine guys. My vacation is CANADA WAS GREAT, so now I wanna go to uni there so that means I'll have to work harder in school and I got a job so I'll have even less time to write so get used to waiting. I won't let you wait two months anymore though, that's just mean. So enjoy this mix of fluff and angst and gross cheesyness. Cya later suckers

Clarke walks into history class feeling like a complete idiot. Of course she had to get defensive, Bellamy doesn't know what he's talking about and she should've just left it at that. But no, she had to ruin everything that she'd been working up with Lexa. And now Lexa won't even look at her as she glides down in her seat beside Lexa.

Lexa ignores Clarke, stares out in front of her with a steely expression, and starts taking notes as soon as the teacher begins his lecture.

Clarke wants to say something, but everytime she looks at Lexa, she gets the feeling Lexa is trying extra hard to not meet Clarke's eyes. So she doesn't say anything.

Until the teacher puts them to work in silence, and she can't leave it anymore.

"I didn't mean that, yesterday," Clarke says, focusing her eyes on Lexa, determined not to look away until Lexa looks back at her.

But she doesn't, for a while she doesn't even respond, and Clarke starts to think she might never, but then Lexa opens her mouth.

"We don't have to do this, Clarke," Her voice sounds cold, and she still refuses to look at Clarke.

"Yes we do, because I said this mean, untrue thing, and I hurt you." Clarke eyes Lexa expectantly, waiting for any change in her demeanor, but nothing changes.

"You didn't, Clarke. I don't care," Yeah right, Clarke thinks. She saw Lexa's face when she said that, Lexa definitely did care. Or it looked like she did, right before her face turned to steel and Clarke couldn't detect any emotion in her expression like she could before.

"So you just, don't care?" Clarke asked, skeptical.

"I don't." And the way Lexa says it makes Clarke not want to push on. For the first time in a long time, Clarke gives up.

"How did the making up with the girlfriend go?" Raven asks, making smooching sounds.

"Shut up Raven,"

"What, she didn't fall into your arms immediately after you confessed your deepest regrets?" Raven says, grin on her face. Clarke shoots Raven a death glare, and replies, "She says she doesn't care. At all,"

Raven raises her eyebrows as Monty turns away from Jasper. "I call bullshit." He states, before turning back to Jasper to continue their discussion on some new videogame Clarke doesn't have the energy to care about.

"Seriously Clarke, that's bullshit and you know it," Raven adds, and Clarke nods slowly in agreement. Lexa's full of shit, Clarke saw her face, that can't be the reaction of someone who doesn't care.

The next day, during lunch break, Clarke tries to make eye contact with Lexa across the cafeteria. Lexa's leaning against the wall while her friends are sitting at the table, talking animatedly, but Lexa doesn't seem to be paying attention.

Clarke notices Lexa's effort to not meet Clarke's eyes. Until she does. She meets Clarke's eyes and raises her eyebrows, but Clarke can't quite place the expression. It reminds her of the look Octavia shoots Bellamy when he's being an idiot. But Clarke's not being an idiot, so it can't be that. Then Lexa looks away before Clarke is able to communicate any kind of remorse.

Clarke knows she probably shouldn't care so much. How well does she even know Lexa? Sure, they hung out a couple of times but aside from that? She doesn't really know Lexa. But somehow she can't bring herself to not care, she wants everything to be okay between them again. She's still refusing Raven's claims that she has a crush on Lexa. Because she doesn't. Not at all.

So Clarke decides to visit Lexa's locker at the end of the day, because Lexa keeps avoiding her. And Clarke knows Lexa won't leave without going to her locker first. Clarke stands behind a wall, eyeing the hallway Lexa will come out of to go to her locker.

After a while, the door opens, and Lexa walks out, over to her locker, and drops her bag with a thud. Clarke waits until Lexa has her locker open, and walks over to her.

"What do you want," Lexa demands, as soon as Clarke stops next to her. Lexa doesn't even look at Clarke, and instead busies herself with putting textbooks in her locker and getting other books out.

"I think you do care," Clarke states, staring at Lexa.

"I don't," Lexa insists.

"You do, every time you look at me you get all hurt-eyes,"

"I don't, Clarke,"

"Okay, maybe not. But I know you care, and every time I look at you it just feels wrong for you to be ignoring me, so,"

"Then stop looking at me," Lexa says, finally looking at Clarke. Clarke takes a sharp intake of breath, she hadn't expected Lexa to look at her.

"I said what I said, because Bellamy was getting on my nerves," Lexa turns away from Clarke again, before humming.

"And you do care, I can see it," Clarke hisses, turns around, and walks away.

The next time they have history class, they sit in silence. Clarke keeps wanting to break the silence, but she decides not to. She thinks she might've actually pushed Lexa farther away than she already had, instead of fixing the situation like she had intended.

She does look at Lexa, though. Even when she doesn't mean to, it's like she can't help herself. Not that it's not pleasant to look at Lexa, Clarke kind of loves looking at Lexa. Not that she'd ever admit that out loud.

Once in a while, Lexa'll look back at Clarke, and Clarke'll smile, but Lexa just turns away from Clarke.

"What are you doing after school?" Clarke asks suddenly. She's caught Lexa of guard as her eyebrows furrow in confusion and she answers, "Nothing."

"Can you come over to my house. I need another tutoring," Clarke smiles innocently. Lexa narrows her eyes at Clarke, before replying hesitantly, "I can't, I won't be able to get back in my house tonight,"

"You can stay over at my place," Clarke replies easily, smile still plastered on her face.

"I don't know if I'm comfortable with that," Lexa replies, concern on her face. "Since you don't even like me," Clarke smile falls.

"Will you stop that! I said I didn't mean that," Clarke hisses, but then she sees Lexa's grin and realises Lexa was teasing her. "I'll come over," Lexa says, almost returning Clarke's smile as she turns away.

"Why does Bellamy look so sour?" Raven asks as she sits down next to Clarke and Octavia.

"He's still not over the fact that I can make my own decisions, and decided to go on a date with Lincoln tonight. The little baby," Octavia answers, glaring at Bellamy.

"You excited for that?" Raven asks, and Octavia nods. "I am, actually," A grin spreads across her face.

"Weren't you going on a date too, Raven?" Clarke asks. Raven's face contorts. "I don't know. Wick's being vague, so I guess I'll just have to take the lead." Clarke nods, it's not that Raven minds though. Clarke knows that she loves being in charge.

When Clarke comes home, her mother's already there. She drops her bag on the kitchen floor before dropping into a chair across from where her mother is sitting. "Lexa's coming over in a bit," Abby raises her eyebrows in response and looks up from her paper. "You two have been hanging out a lot lately haven't you?" Clarke rolls her eyes, "She's my tutor mom, we kinda have to hang out for there to be any tutoring."

Abby shoots Clarke a look when the doorbell rings, "I believe that's for you,"

Clarke lets Lexa in and Lexa drops her skateboard next to the door before following Clarke into the kitchen.

"Hello mrs Griffin," Lexa greets as she enters the kitchen. "Just call me Abby, dear," Abby replies, causing Lexa to smile politely in response. Clarke doesn't think Lexa will actually call her mom Abby. Not even if she were to marry Clarke and get her pregnant. Not that that'd happen. Besides, none of Clarke's friends call her mom Abby, only Raven. She didn't even have to be told to call her Abby.

"Right, we're going upstairs mom," Clarke walks out of the kitchen, hoping Lexa'll follow her. Which she does judging by the hasty footsteps following her.

"Name of the most important library in Ancient Greece?"

"Library of Alexandria,"

"What happened to it?"

"It got destroyed," Clarke deadpans, staring at Lexa the whole time.

"Stop staring at me, Clarke,"

"What started WW1?"

"Assasination of that Franz Ferdinand guy,"

"Yes. Seriously Clarke stop staring,"

"I really am sorry, you know, about what I said," Clarke says.

"I know you are, Clarke," Clarke really shouldn't love the way Lexa says her name as much as she does. And it doesn't help that Lexa keeps saying her name as if it were a punctuation mark.

Lexa goes back to scanning the book, looking for more questions to ask Clarke. She wavers though, and looks back at Clarke.

"What is that Raven girl's deal?" Clarke can't help but laugh at Lexa's question. "What?" she asks.

"Everytime I walk past her she looks at me like she wants to kill me." Lexa says, as an afterthought she adds, "Which she wouldn't be able to do, because I can take her. Easily,"

Clarke smiles at Lexa, "Raven gets protective sometimes," Lexa hums in response.

"What did Columbus set sail for?"

"He wanted to find an alternative route to the East Indies,"

"Why would she have to get protective though?" Lexa asks, deviating from the main subject.

"Well, uhm, because you and your gang look kind of dangerous sometimes, you probably know what people think of you guys." Clarke says, knowing full well that that's not why Raven gets protective.

Lexa shrugs, doing that thing with her face where Clarke thinks she looks slightly hurt. "We are who we are,"

"The United East Indian Company belonged to which country?"

"Hey, you wanna do something else?"

Lexa looks at Clarke, confused, "I thought you wanted tutoring?"

Clarke grins, "That was just to get you here, c'mon let's watch a movie"

Clarke's mom left for an emergency surgery, according to the note left on the kitchen table. Clarke opens the dvd drawer to pick out a movie.

"What movie do you want to watch?" Clarke asks. "We have all these action movies, some romcoms here, couple of horror movies," Clarke says, gesturing at the movies respectively. She already knows what kind of movie she wants to watch. Horror movies are her favourite, have been for the longest time. Lexa stares at the contents of the drawer before she lets her eyes fall on a collection in the farthest corner, obviously muffled away.

"Can we watch a disney movie?" Lexa asks, looking at Clarke expectantly. Clarke sighs, finding it rather hard to object to Lexa when she looks at her like a little child asking for candy. "Fine, but only if we watch Beauty and the Beast." Lexa smiles triumphantly, "That's my favourite anyway," she says before dropping onto the couch.

Clarke sits down on the other end of the couch and starts the movie.

Lexa turns towards Clarke, and puts her feet on the couch, in Clarke's direction. Clarke thinks she does it just to sit more comfortably, but Lexa just looks at Clarke. Which Clarke tries to ignore and watch the movie, but that gets harder after a while.

"Lexa, you're missing all the good parts, watch the movie,"

"I am," Lexa replies. Clarke continues watching the movie, but Lexa is still watching her instead of the movie. So Clarke turns towards Lexa and puts her feet next to Lexa's. Or she tries to, it doesn't really fit. Lexa lifts up one leg and puts it between Clarke's legs, and surprisingly it fits.

After looking at each other for what feels like minutes, Lexa opens her mouth.

"I remember. When I was high, I remember what I said," And Clarke knew it, but she's still surprised when Lexa says it.

"Okay, but you said you didn't."

"I lied." Lexa replies. They sit in silence for a while before Clarke laughs, "That was some poetic shit, what did it even mean?"

"I think you know what it meant, Clarke." At that, Clarke stops fidgeting with her t-shirt. "I do."

Lexa looks at her for another moment, then turns back to the tv and finally watches the movie.

When the movie ends, they go upstairs after Lexa announced, "I want to go to bed." Clarke goes in the bathroom to get changed first. Through the bathroom walls she can hear Lexa put on music. She gets out in her pj's and then Lexa goes in to change. While Lexa's in the bathroom, Clarke tries to find a song, a slow song.

When Lexa comes out of the bathroom, Clarke puts on the song she'd been looking for. "What are you doing Clarke? That was great music." Lexa says, slightly indignant.

Clarke doesn't know what she's doing until she's doing it. She extends her arm and walks towards Lexa. "Dance with me." Lexa hesitates, before taking Clarke's hand. Clarke pulls Lexa closer, so that their bodies are pressed against each other, one of her hands in Lexa's hand and the other around her waist. Clarke doesn't know why she did what she did, but there's no going back now.

She thinks the whole thing is a little bit too much like the rom coms her mother loves so much. They're dancing in her room, in their pjs, to some stupid old song. And then Clarke can feel the end of the song coming up. So she takes her hand from Lexa's and slowly slides it up to her shoulder. And for a moment she thinks she can stop there, and just stop dancing and go to sleep like nothing happened. But she slides her hand up farther, until she's cupping Lexa's face with one hand, the other hand still on Lexa's waist.

And then her lips are on Lexa's. Lexa's lips are so soft and it feels so right, she almost forgets where she is, and that this shouldn't be happening. She forgets, just for a moment. But then she remembers and pulls back. Lexa's eyes flutter open, and Clarke is ready to apologise and go to sleep and then never talk to Lexa ever again. But Lexa's hands shoot up to cup Clarke's face, and then Lexa is kissing Clarke. The song already ended, and they're just standing there in silence, in the middle of Clarke's room. But she doesn't care. All she cares about are Lexa's lips on hers, soft and warm and so right. Then Lexa pulls back, and Clarke really doesn't want her to.

"I don't really feel like sleeping anymore," Lexa says, smiling and Clarke laughs. "But we're going to."

They both get into Clarke's bed, and lie facing each other for a while, before Clarke says, "So, stars huh?"

"Shut up, Clarke," Lexa says, with a soft smile on her lips. And Clarke doesn't remember when she got this cheesy, but she kisses Lexa on her nose, before shifting closer to her. Lexa wraps her arms around her, and they fall asleep.

When they wake up, Clarke can hear her mother moving around in the kitchen. So they both get dressed as quickly as they can, because as Lexa put it, "I'm so hungry I could punch Anya in the face just to get food." Lexa hadn't mentioned Anya before, but when Clarke asked her, she quickly explained that Anya's like a sister and that she owns a bar somewhere in town.

They sit down at the kitchen table, across from Abby. "So did you two have fun last night?" Abby asks. Clarke hums in response while reading the back of the cereal box and stuffing her face with cereal. Not getting much out of Clarke, Abby turns towards Lexa. "Did you have fun last night, Lexa?"

Clarke stops stuffing her face and puts down the cereal box to look at Lexa. She's blushing, Clarke can't stop a smile from spreading across her face. "Yeah, I had a lot of fun," Lexa stammers. She looks at Clarke for help, but Clarke doesn't help. She's pretty sure Lexa can handle herself and Abby backed off anyway.

"I don't have to go to work today, so if you need me I'll be in my study." Abby says before getting up and retreating to her study. She does that a lot when she's home, because being a surgeon means she has to keep up with medical journals. And Clarke gets the feeling that she doesn't want to interrupt whatever she and Lexa are doing.

"D'you wanna play Mario Kart?" Clarke asks and Lexa nods.

They sit down in front of the couch, because somehow sitting on the floor is more comfortable than sitting on a couch.

"I'm gonna kick your ass," Clarke says as the race starts. "You wish, Clarke Griffin," Lexa replies as she knocks Clarke's kart off the track.

Lexa ends up beating Clarke, and won't shut up about it. "I thought you were going to kick my ass, Clarke. I'm very disappointed in your efforts." She keeps the bragging up for a while, sparks in her eyes, until Clarke kisses her to shut her up, putting a different kind of spark in Lexa's eyes.

"Clarke, we should get back to tutoring," Lexa says as she pushes Clarke away slightly. "But I don't want to," Clarke replies and quickly kisses Lexa again. "You have that important test next week." Eventually Clarke gives in, because Lexa does kind of have a point.

Clarke finds it exceptionally hard to concentrate. After doing more staring at each other than actual tutoring, Abby comes in and announces that she's going to drop Lexa off home in a few minutes.

Clarke goes upstairs with Lexa to get her stuff. Before Lexa leaves Clarke's room, she turns around and kisses Clarke. She pulls back with a "See you tomorrow, Clarke." And leaves, leaving Clarke thinking that she could get used to this.

Monday morning before class, Clarke, Raven, Bellamy and Murphy are standing outside the school building.

"How was your date?" Clarke asks Raven. "It was pretty good actually, he asked what I wanted to eat and then he took me to McDonalds. Afterwards we played video games at his house, which was nicer than I expected."

"Where's the other Blake?" Raven asks no one in particular. Bellamy grumbles something about Octavia walking over to Lincoln and his "gang" on the other side of the courtyard. "She'll be fine dude," Murphy tells him, but before he can do anything else to calm Bellamy down, Raven cuts in.

"It's not like he's going to learn her how to ride a motorbike and that she's going to start wearing leather everything. And that they'll then drop out of school and run away together."

"He's a senior," Bellamy sighs. "So are you," Raven argues.

Then Lexa and her group of friends comes walking past them. Lexa up front as usual, walking next to Indra, Lincoln and Octavia walking behind them, cracking jokes and laughing. As they walk past, Lexa smiles at Clarke and winks at her. Octavia catches Bellamy's eye and waves at him, a huge shiteating grin on her face.

"Wait, what the hell was that?" Raven asks Clarke, but Clarke just smiles at Raven before walking away, as Raven yells "What the hell, Griffin!" After her.

"Octavia sat next to Lincoln during math, instead of sitting next to me." Jasper says, sounding disappointed.

"I can't believe this. She bought a leather jacket, and now she's sitting next to him instead of Jasper. She's obviously becoming one of them." Bellamy grumbles.

"It's fine actually, Maya sat next to me when she saw I was sitting alone." Jasper beams before he sits down next to Monty and they launch into some heavy debate about the best way to grow weed.

"Calm your shit, Bellamy. Octavia can look after herself, you don't have to baby her." Raven tells Bellamy. He looks like he's going to say something, but after a warning look from Murphy, he just crosses his arms and stares out in front of him.

"Why the hell don't you answer my texts, Griffin?" Raven demands. Clarke just shrugs, "I'm busy texting someone else."

"Oh I see, you're texting Lexa aren't you. You guys totally made out, that wink gave it all away."

"I really don't think you should be hanging out with Lexa that much," Bellamy speaks up. "She's probably dangerous." Clarke and Raven roll their eyes simultaneously.

"I know you want to protect us, Bell. But you're taking this out of proportion." Clarke tells Bellamy. Who decides against protesting and starts flicking food at Murphy instead.

"Clarke, are you ready for the test on friday?" The History teacher asks her on wednesday morning. "Yes sir. I am." Clarke answers, trying to sound serious. Lexa snorts at her answer though, because they both know Clarke is not prepared at all.

When the teacher leaves to write the homework on the board, Lexa turns to Clarke. "You do need more tutoring, Clarke."

"You just need an excuse to spend more time with me."

"Maybe I do, see you on thursday." And with that, Lexa leaves the classroom.

In the lunch break, Octavia decides to sit with Lincoln. And so Murphy spends the entire break trying to calm Bellamy down, while Raven spends the entire break teasing Bellamy.

Lexa's sitting outside on the courtyard with her friends. Some of them smoking, others just eating and talking. Nobody ever bothers them, so it surprises Lexa when Clarke comes walking over.

"Hey Lexa, we're going to the lake saturday and you and lincoln have to come so you can convince Bellamy that you're not out to murder me and Octavia."

Lexa's even more surprised by Clarke's (very direct) invitation. "Sure, we'll be there." She says after making eye contact with Lincoln, who nods in affirmation. "Okay, see you this afternoon." Clarke quickly kisses Lexa on the cheek before she walks back towards her friends on the other side of the courtyard.

Lincoln raises his eyebrows at Lexa and shoves her shoulder before giving her a proud grin. Lincoln is like her brother, not as much as Anya is like her sister, but that's only because she's known Anya for as long as she can remember.

So when she gets home, she calls Anya. Because she doesn't know what's going on with her and Clarke. Are they dating? They haven't talked about it, and Lexa's scared to ask.

"Hey."

"This better be good Lexa, if you're calling in my break to complain about your history teacher and his teaching methods again I will strangle you."

"No, it's about Clarke."

"Okay, good. Tell me."

"So we kissed, multiple times. And then at school she asked me and Lincoln to come hang out with her friends and Lincoln's girlfriend at the lake this weekend. And then she kissed me on the cheek."

"And the problem is?"

"I don't know what we're doing. Are we dating? Are we just… I don't know."

"Lexa. You idiot. You ask her. You ask her what it is you're doing."

"How come we never go to your house?" Clarke asks, shaking Lexa out of her thoughts. She knew this was coming. She knew Clarke was going to ask questions about her house and her family and her whole situation. She swallows, and settles for a vague explanation but one that she thinks will do for the time being.

"My house is not a great place to be at, Clarke. Not with company." Clarke nods like she understands, but Lexa doesn't think she does. She doesn't go on about it though, and Lexa sighs in relief.

Everytime they're silent for a while, Lexa wants to ask what they are. But then she gets scared that Clarke will realise that what they're doing isn't possible. That it's doomed to fail, and that she'll stop whatever it is they're doing.

Just as Lexa's going to leave, Clarke asks, "But why can't I come over to your house? You live there don't you?"

Lexa sighs, figuring she can't keep dodging the question. "Yes, but I usually spend the time I spend there in my room. Because most of the time my father's not home, but when he is, he's horrible."

Clarke nods and kisses Lexa goodbye. "You can come here anytime you want." She says and kisses Lexa again, leaving Lexa standing outside the house still wondering what they are. And mentally kicking herself for not asking.

Clarke's standing in front of the classroom door she'll be making her history test in, fidgeting with the straps of her backpack. Lexa comes over to wish her good luck, and Clarke fights the urge to kiss her. She can not be distracted right now.

She finishes the test with mixed feelings, she doesn't know how she did and she really doesn't want to fail the test.

During the break, Octavia brings Lincoln over to their break table, to Bellamy's dismay. But then Lincoln extends his arm towards Bellamy and introduces himself, launching into a conversation about World War 2, Bellamy's favourite historical subject.

Raven shoots Octavia a look, because this obviously was Octavia's doing, and Octavia winks back at Raven. Wick is sitting next to Raven, while talking to Jasper and Monty about video games. "Nice boyfriend, you have there," Clarke whispers to Raven.

"He's not my boyfriend, we went on one date," Raven whispers back.