Kara and Lena, Kara and Lena, Lena and Kara

A/N I did it! I finally caved, after a year I finally accepted that Supercorp is pretty cute. Plus I'm reading Hayley Kiyoko's book 'Girls Like Girls' and my head is all whirlwind romancy. I am going to writing a Merlin/Supergirl crossover about Kara and Morgana but I needed to freshen my mind first. Today feels like the first proper day of summer, so here is a teen Supercorp romance.

Midvale, California, Earth-27 2006

Her hair blew past her like she was the main character of a Mean Girls sequel. The breeze from the open window in front of her was doing me a favour as I chewed on the end of my pencil. My glasses clumsily falling down my face. She was concentrating on the class, Mr Milbourn was whittering on about calculus that I didn't understand so I just stared at her. My eyes began to glaze over as my focus moved from the present and onto the wild fantasies I had planned for the summer. Walking through the woods swinging cold root beer down by our sides. The way the breeze would move her then, the way she would turn back to check I was okay. The way she'd lick her lips and smile that devilish taunt at me like I was something to be devoured.

"Kara?" Someone was waving their fingers in front of my face. Someone was waving their fingers in front of my face. Turns out the bell had rung, Mr Milbourn had left but I hadn't stopped chewing my pencil. She wasn't here, she must've picked up her stuff and left at the usual time along with the rest of the class. Damn! I wanted to follow her down the hall and see where she went. It was just me and Cynthia from my shop class. She was the owner of the fingers. "Kara? Are you coming to lunch?" She carried on asking me. I snapped out of my daydream and nodded, grabbing my bag and slinging it half-hearted over my shoulder. I left the thought of her behind like the pencil I was chewing. One minute the object of my attention, the next simply a thing of the past, abandoned on a desk in a calculus classroom.

Lunch was a sorry affair, Eliza had packed me a sandwich I didn't want to eat and Alex was refusing to swap. "Hi Vicki," I said as her best friend sat down with us and they began nattering about something I didn't understand. Probably more math. I pushed up my glasses and stared out the window. Alex shot me a look that translated to 'butt out of my conversation weirdo,' because I'd said 'hi' and that constituted interruption. Outside there was some sort of food war going on. The boys were throwing all sorts of mulch at each other, some of the girls were joining in for something to do, and the other half were staring in disgust. Too offended to approve but too bored not to be interested. I was about to sigh and admit defeat on my fantasies for the day when I saw her.

Her hair blew past her like she was the main- wait I already did that one. Her long brown hair was so shiny she could've been a shampoo model. My mind instantly fluttered through a series of ideas about what her hair would smell like, as if I'd ever get that close to her. If Alex had noticed I was staring, she didn't say anything. I imagined she didn't since she was doing her own staring at lip-biting at Vicki who was as oblivious as ever. I don't think even Alex realised she was doing it. The girl walked in front of the foot fight on the quad and past the cafeteria windows. She wore her backpack on one shoulder, and a smile on her face. They were serving tater tots today. The girl walked towards the counter and picked up a tray of precious lunch cargo. Her smile continuing to creep along her lips as she walked past me to find a table.

"Hey, do you wanna sit with us?" My lips were moving, sound was coming out of my mouth. Sounds that became words, and words that had meaning that meant she was turning around and facing me with that smile of hers never quivering as she answered me.

"Sure." It was a simple blunt response but all I needed to completely buckle. Alex shot me a look that meant she might kill me later. Oh no, nothing can interrupt my precious conversation with Vicki. I thought to distract myself from the impending doom that was the blush creeping along my neckline. Or at least the red flush I imagined was there now she was looking directly at me, sitting down beside me, offering me one of her tater tots.

"No thanks," I clumsily slipped out. I clutched at Eliza's sandwich and shoved the peanut butter and jelly into my face. I looked like a total spazmoid. But the girl just laughed and told me her name was Lena. L e n a. The name of a goddess. Probably, they all had fancy names like that. I hadn't really been paying attention in history lately. Lena and Kara. Kara and Lena. I had a funny feeling I was going to be doodling that on the back cover of my calculus notebook sometime soon. I couldn't believe this was actually happening. The girl I'd been staring at for weeks now, ever since she moved here. Ever since I first laid eyes on the back of her head. I'd fantasised about the very lips she was using to talk to me. They looked like they'd been liberally applied with crisp raspberry juice. She was talking about summer and the plans she had for when school got out. Her plans. Our plans.

In my head they were ours. In my head as she talked about biking through town and going into the big city for a shopping trip; I imagined myself beside her. Our twins bikes resting against the fence outside the house, our eyes not quite meeting as we changed in my bedroom to go swimming in the lake. Alex would never make that sort of move with Vicki, they were going to be 'just friends' forever. I watched her lips go up and down, I watched her lick them a few times after each bite of her food. I giggled along with everything she was saying, finishing the last of my sandwich and then adlibbing a few replies of my own so I didn't look too weird.

"You're cool Kara." She said on the way to my locker, I must have blushed because she chuckled lightly and out a hand on my shoulder. I shoved my glasses too far up my nose and mumbled a 'thanks.' She smiled at me one final time before taking off down the hall. She thinks I'm cool.

Lena ate lunch with me everyday that week. I don't know why, because I'm pretty much a blubbering idiot whenever she's around. Maybe she thinks it's just my way or something. We were back in calculus class when she first passed me a note.

Hi :)

Embossed in thick marker lines. Purple. That's her colour now. When I see purple I'm going to think of her. I spent a full five minutes not paying attention and deciding how I should reply. Would a simple 'hi' back be enough? Or was it time to bring out the big guns?

Hey

I wrote back in big black ink. I didn't have fancy coloured markers like her so I just used my usual. I didn't want to use my grubby chewed number two pencil from last week that was rolling around the floor. I tried to make each letter of that tiny word mean something. She turned around and smiled at me when she read it, like I'd just unlocked the next level of a game. Then her head was down, she was busy scribbling something back.

You wanna hang out after school?

Underneath there were little tick boxes for 'yes' and 'no.' I nonchalantly took a few minutes to stare at the clock, stare at the blackboard attempting to learn something, stare at the back of Lena's head as she really did learn something. Then my excitement got the better of me and I coloured in the 'yes' box. Alex could walk home without me for all I cared. Lena wanted to 'hang out.' Not really sure what that meant, I hadn't done a lot of hanging out since my coming to Earth. Most of the time me and Alex walked straight home from school and I did my homework at the kitchen table. Eliza told me to stay out of trouble, so I stayed out of pretty much everything, including making friends.

But Lena was different, there was something about her. The way she looked at me, and the way her eyes sparkled when she was excited about something. They way she grinned before stuffing a tater tot into her mouth. I wonder what it'd be like to... No I'm not going there. I couldn't think about her mouth and her lips and how they would feel pressing lightly to mine, because I was still in calculus class. And if anyone found out, if Lena found out. I'd never be able to bare it. I forced myself to look at the blackboard, to look at the layered equations and try to decipher them. I passed the note back and tried not to think about it for the rest of the day.

As I walked out of the building Lena bumped her elbow into mine and laughed. Then she took off ahead of me, stopping as she turned back around and waited for me to catch her up. "Well, aren't you coming?" She called excitedly as I followed her. I was too eager. It was probably showing all over my face but I didn't care, her face was glowing, lit up in teenage rebellious glee. And I was following it along like a sheep. I pushed up my glasses and almost ran to catch up with her. I had to feign being out of breath because I was still keeping my powers a secret.

As we walked along the sidewalk she kept looking at me, like she was afraid I was about to run off somewhere. Sometimes I looked back and smiled, sometimes I pretended not to notice and stared ahead. "Are we going back to your house?" I asked because there was a lull in conversation and I really was wondering.

She shook her head before she said no. "We're going somewhere much better." She said, her eyes flickering erratically until she found what she was looking for. Her hand clamped around my forearm and I only had to time to look down at her reddening fingers before she was dragging me off the beaten track. We were out of town, not that Midvale was especially huge, where the houses got larger, fewer and far between. Lena had pulled me off the suburban sidewalk and into a meadow. We were entering Farmville territory. I looked at her with a puzzled glint in my eye, she just chuckled and launched us forward. Her fingers were still on my arm, where she touched me left a burning sensation. Like the skin needed her to survive, she was the stiches holding me together. Not that I could be injured of course, bullet proof skin and all. But I wasn't about to mention that to Lena.

Lena did that thing again where she turned around and walked backwards. She beckoned me onwards with a simple motion of those tempting fingers. She grinned smugly and then stopped suddenly in the middle of the field. She dropped her backpack of its shoulder and untied the extra shirt from around her waist. She was going through somewhat of a goth phase, and their 'extra shirts' were a common theme. I liked to imagine that if it got cold and we were eating lunch outside, she'd untie the shirt and wrap it round my shoulders. It'd be soft from overwearing and smell exactly like her. Now I was closer I knew her scent off by heart. She wasn't one of these girls who smelled like citrus and roses, no she smelt woody, like she'd come from the ground itself. Like she was a nature thing. Despite the goth phase she never wore much makeup, other than eyeliner. But I suspected that was just her being ironic. She didn't need it, she was beautiful without makeup. I looked a bit like a bespeckled dork next to her, my glasses and plain Jane hair not doing me any favours. Anyway, I was kind of a bespeckled dork.

Lena flung her arms out and stared at the sky. She was dancing in the fading sunlight, she looked like a fairy. Wings about to spring from her back at any minute. I walked up to her and dropped my stuff. I danced too. There was no music playing aloud. We didn't need it, the moment was music enough. I spun around and yelled into the air, I felt freer I ever had on this planet. Yeah I could fly, but when you feel like you can do anything, like you have everything you could ever need in this moment for it to be perfect, it was better than flying. Lena took my hand in her own, twirling me around her in the tall grass. The sprigs of barley or whatever grass was growing here, scratched my bare legs. My skirt was flaring out when I spun, almost in slow motion. Lena was laughing, her head tipping backwards as her throat gave in to the endless giggles. But all I could feel was the heat rising through my thighs, the grass itching at my softest skin. I had to stop, everything was moving too fast. I bent over and rested my palms on my legs, panting because even with super speed, Lena was making me breathless.

"Kara?" Even when she said my name it sent tingles all over my skin. It was the way she said. The way the 'r' rolled off her tongue and onto mine... I wish. I caught my breath and looked up at her so completely innocently that she took me in her arms. "Are you alright?" She whispered into my shoulder, stroking my hair. I pulled back, her arms still holding me up. Her eyes were so bright. Bright blue surrounded by black angel wings.

"I'm fine," I replied breathlessly. She took my cheek in hand. She looked right through me. "I have a secret," I finally confessed. She nodded and stared, again, right through me. She didn't just look at me, she saw me. "Please don't freak out." I pleaded, anything for her not to run away from me right now. "I can't help it, I just I-I like you so much. I can't stop staring at you."

Lena didn't say anything, she almost tutted. She looked down at our feet, her sneakers touching the toes of my converse. Her black against my mint green. I looked down with her so I didn't have to pretend I wasn't upset. I couldn't feel any tears falling down my face, but maybe I was numb. "Kara," she whispered back, like she was scared I was gone. "It scares me how much I like you too. I can't look up or I might burst." The way she said it was so calm. Like we were bracing for a nuclear launch. I slowly lifted my head up, wiping any mischievous tears from my cheeks and taking a finger to her chin.

"Lena look up," I said. She did, but she let her hair fall over her face. She was hiding from me, hiding from her feelings because this was a big scary unknown world that could come crashing down around us at any moment. So I took my shot. I leaned in to kiss her but she met me halfway. Our lips bashing into each other in that ignorant slippy way teenagers make out because they haven't had enough practice. I hadn't anyway. Lena's lips are softer than I thought they would be. I had enough fantasies about this moment that the real thing feels far too real. I pulled back for a second just to process it all, but apparently Lena's the impatient type because she just yanked me back towards her. Her hand cradling the back of my neck she pulled on a few of my hairs, her tongue licking my lips. I responded because it felt natural, I didn't know how this was supposed to feel. Other than good. Our lips tangled, mine over the top of hers because she had this habit of sucking on my lower lip.

And I still couldn't believe this was happening. It'd been what? A few weeks of staring, a week of friendship, a day of passing notes. And now we were tongue-tied in a meadow! When our held kisses finally slowed to long sloppy sucks-of-the-face, I broke us apart and let our foreheads rest together. Like rabbits do when they're apologising. Lena giggled like a little girl. I tucked a long strand of her dark hair behind her ear. We panted for a few minutes before realising it was almost dark. "Crap!" She exclaimed, picking up her shirt and backpack, slinging the latter over its dominant shoulder. "We should go." She started walking away without me. I was completely stuck in the ground, unable to move myself from the the memory of what we'd just done. Lena strolled back to me slowly and waffled her fingers through mine. Entwined, tangled like a proper couple. Like old people do in movies when they get dementia and die together, on the same night, in the same bed. Imagine sharing a bed with her! "Come on," she droned, pulling me along behind her. The smile on my face impossible to remove as we made our way back to the roadside.

The End