Sunday was a relaxing day for Lexa, who spent most of it by herself, finishing up some homework for the following week and sipping coffee. She texted Clarke throughout the day, but opted to not go to the warehouse once she heard that Finn was there as well. She didn't want to avoid Clarke because of Finn, but she couldn't help but want to hold off any real confrontation with the guy.

Monday and Tuesday ended up being rather boring, with Lexa only seeing Clarke on Monday when she made an extra stop at The Bean in the late afternoon. Tuesday through Thursday, Clarke had explained to her, were Clarke's three class days, which meant that all they could really do to interact during most of the week was text.

Lexa loved texting Clarke. Doing so never failed to bring a smile to her face. It felt more natural than anything to talk to Clarke.

Wednesday, though, was the most Clarke deprived she'd been all week. The blonde had classes through the morning and afternoon, and was working the last shift at The Bean to end off the day. That's why Lexa found herself hanging out with Anya at one of the little cafes near the center of town. Neither of them had homework that day, so they just talked and ate food, and finally, Anya brought up the topic that Lexa had been avoiding for days on end by now.

"Lexa," Anya said suddenly, "could you... please explain what's been going with you? And your mystery dude – or not mystery dude, or whatever. Every time you're on your phone, you looking happier than ever, and then as soon as I bring it up, you get super closed off. Is this just... part of your whole, being different thing?"

"That's not a thing anymore," Lexa insisted, sighing. "I just... don't know if I'm ready to tell you, Anya."

Anya looked hurt. "I'm your best friend, Lexa. And I talked to Luna today – she let on that she knows more than I do about it. I just... don't get it. Why won't you tell me?"

"It's complicated, Anya. You wouldn't approve – for multiple reasons."

Anya's eyebrows shot up. "Are you dating an older guy?"

"No."

"So then what?" she demanded. "Whatever it is now can't be worse than what you've got me picturing now."

"I'm not dating an older... guy, Anya. I'm dating an older girl."

Anya looked suddenly shocked, opening her mouth to say something, and then closing it again. "Oh. Wait. What? You're dating a girl?"

"Yes."

"You're... into girls?"

"I am," Lexa confirmed, and for the first time, she let herself admit wholeheartedly that she was completely into girls. "I'm a lesbian."

Anya nodded slowly. "Okay. You were scared to tell me that, Lexa? You're my best friend, and nothing can change that, you know? God, I can't imagine how hard it must've been for you to keep that a secret. I talk about guys all the damn time."

Lexa smiled softly. "I've only realized it recently. I just... didn't know how you'd react. I was kind of scared, I guess. I only told Luna because... well, she overheard a conversation I was having with this guy Finn about it."

"Finn, the guy you almost slept with?"

"Yeah," Lexa answered, rolling her eyes. "I'm... dating, I guess, his friend, Clarke. She was with him and their friends at the bonfire on Saturday. But Finn was at the bonfire I went to with Luna the weekend before, and he confronted me about Clarke and Luna overheard. That's the only reason that she knew."

"So... do you mind defining dating?"

"We're not having sex," Lexa said straightaway, "and we won't have sex. We've just been hanging out a lot, talking... the most we've done physically is kiss, so you can stop worrying about me getting someone arrested."

"Where've you been hanging out?" Anya asked, raising her eyebrows.

"Ah. That warehouse, where you picked me up that one time."

"Seriously?"

"It's not as sketchy as I'm sure you're imagining it is," Lexa insisted, shaking her head.

"Is she there right now?"

"No."

"Okay. Well, show me the place then."

Lexa's eyebrows shot up. "Um, I'm not sure that's a good idea, Anya. There are a bunch of them that could be there, including Finn, who still doesn't know that Clarke and I are... well, yeah."

"I wanna see it, and I want to meet her, because I'm sorry, but I'm not quick to trust people to take care of my best friend when they could very easily take advantage of you," Anya insisted, crossing her arms and looking very stubborn about the issue.

"Okay, well you can do all that later."

"Fine. Want to head to my place then?"

Lexa found herself following Anya out to her car – they'd gone back to Lexa's place directly after school before deciding to go out for an early dinner in Anya's car. As soon as they started driving, though, Lexa knew that they weren't heading back to her best friend's house. "Anya... where are we going?"

"Your girlfriend's warehouse."

"She's not my girlfriend. And it's not hers, it's hers and her friends', which means that someone is probably going to catch us there and get extremely suspicious. Anya," Lexa protested, biting down on the inside of her lower lip. She thought about texting Clarke and asking if anyone was at the warehouse or not, but she didn't feel like explaining her best friend situation via text, and she also didn't want to interrupt the blonde's last class of the day.

"Don't you spend tons of time there, though?"

"With Clarke, Anya, not with her friends," Lexa insisted. "Come on, can't we just go home?"

"I just want to make sure that you're being real with me, Lexa. For all I know, there's some terrifying sex chamber in there, and I don't know what to expect from you anymore. And even though I am pretty sure that you're not lying to me – despite the lies you've apparently told me recently – this should just be fun anyway,"

"I highly doubt it'll be fun. And how do you remember how to get there? You went there once, weeks ago."

"I have a good memory, which you know."

Lexa huffed, relenting and falling silent as her best friend drove her toward the warehouse. When they finally pulling into the area, she let out a relieved breath as she saw that no cars aside from one was parked there, and Lexa didn't recognize it. On one hand, that was good that it wasn't Finn, but on the other hand, it was slightly nerve wracking to not know who was there. "If we just peek in and I show you that there's nothing creepy in there, can we leave?"

"Sure," Anya agreed, parking her car and opening the door with enthusiasm. Lexa followed, much less excitedly, and found herself following her best friend up to the entrance of the building. It was open, as it tended to be when anyone was there, and the nice entrance area was still decorated.

"See, look? It's a completely civilized place," Lexa insisted, crossing her arms as she stopped at the threshold. Anya, however, ventured into the room and to the table against the wall, where pictures of all of Clarke's friends were set up.

"Which one is Clarke?"

Lexa bit the inside of her lip and entered the warehouse, joining Anya and pointing to Clarke in one of the pictures. "That's her."

"She's not bad looking."

"Did you think she would be?" Lexa asked, raising an eyebrow only to have Anya shrug in response.

"I don't know. There were a lot of people at the bonfire on Saturday. So. Where do you two hang out?"

"Her art room," Lexa answered, "but it's all the way in the back. I don't wanna go in that far without Clarke here."

"Hey, is someone here?" The voice belonged to Octavia, and Lexa relaxed physically as she realized that it was someone who at least attempted to be civil to her. The older brunette appeared in the doorway, a look of surprise covering her face. "Oh, hi Lexa. Clarke's not here."

"I know," Lexa said, flashing her best friend a glare. "Ah. This is my friend Anya. She... wanted to..."

"Make sure that there's not a hidden sex chamber in this place."

Octavia laughed suddenly, and Lexa felt herself relax. "Oh god. Well, there's not." Anya gave Lexa a sidelong glance, and she rolled her eyes in exasperation.

"Anya, Clarke and I are not having sex."

Octavia smirked. "Yeah, you don't need to worry about Clarke doing anything illegal with your bestie. She's as chivalrous as they come, apparently. The girl nearly murdered our friend on Saturday for trying to get with Lexa."

"Oh, that guy from the bonfire?" Anya said, looking to Lexa with confusion.

"Yeah, Clarke got all up in his face. It was pretty funny actually. Anyway, like I said, Clarke's not here. But I can't promise that someone else won't show up, so I wouldn't stick around long if I were you. I think Finn was coming in to start building a door."

"A door where?" Lexa asked, curious.

Octavia grinned. "Well, you see, Bellamy is paying Finn to build a door on Clarke's room to surprise her, since she won't be back in here until Friday. Finn doesn't think Clarke needs a door, but I'm pretty sure both you and Clarke are tired of people walking in there when you're here. And if Finn gets his extra special door for all the chicks he brings around here, I think Clarke deserves one."

"Wait, you guys aren't mad that I've been coming here?" Lexa asked, surprised all of the sudden. "Isn't there like... a no significant other rule or something?"

Octavia shrugged. "Yeah, but that was put in place for Finn. Anyway, if we all put it up to a vote, I'm pretty sure that rule would be repealed."

Suddenly, there was the sound of a car pulling into the area from behind them, and Lexa turned around. Her eyes widened as she saw Finn's truck. "Right, well, we've gotta go. Can you make up a reason that we were here?" Lexa asked, looking to Octavia hopefully. She was beginning to think that the older brunette actually did like her, and it was making her feel much more at ease about everything.

"Of course. See you later later, Lexa. And nice to meet you Anya."

Anya nodded in response, but Lexa was grabbing her arm and tugging her out of the warehouse as Finn parked his truck. "Come on, I do not want to talk to Finn."

"Lexa?" a voice called, just as the two teenagers were ducking back into Anya's car. He called her named again as they closed the doors,and they barely managed to pull out and drive away before he was approaching them.

Lexa let out a sigh of relief, and Anya laughed. "That was fun."

"He's going to grill Clarke about me again," Lexa muttered, groaning.

"Ah, I'm sure she'll be fine. Anyway. I approve of the location, and whoever that girl was seemed decent."

"That's Octavia, one of Clarke's friends. Her brother is Clarke's best friend, I think. He's the other guy you said was cute on Saturday."

Anya hummed thoughtfully, and Lexa gave her curious look. "So, you're sure you want to get yourself into this? A relationship with someone who's older than you?"

"Yes," Lexa answered surely, "I really like Clarke."

"Thank you for telling me, Lexa. I... I guess I can understand why you didn't say anything sooner, so I don't blame you. I'm just glad that you trusted me enough to tell me now," Anya said softly. "I'm not going to tell your mom or anything, if that's what you were afraid of."

Lexa gave her best friend a smile. "Thanks, Anya."

When Clarke walked into the warehouse on Friday afternoon feeling pretty good. Finishing her homework that morning and then working throughout the middle of the day left her feeling extremely productive, and what better way to reward herself than to paint?

"Hey, Clarke!" Octavia called suddenly, as Clarke made her way through her friend's room. "Wait up. How was your day?"

Clarke paused to let Octavia join her, and then started toward her room again. "It was good. Kinda happy that get to just paint for the rest of the day."

"Mm, yeah," Octavia agreed, and Clarke furrowed her eyebrows in slight confusion at her friend until she stopped in front of her art room, her jaw dropping.

"What the fuck?" There was a plain, wood, sliding door across the entrance to her room.

"Bell paid Finn to build you a door," Octavia said, a grin across her face. "We figure that at some point, we'll probably all have doors. But if we keep doing what Finn did for his, and kinda like the front door, with the sliding door, we can still keep them all open if we feel like it. But we all kind of need our privacy, you know? And we figured that you should be next in line to get it."

"Thank you," Clarke said, still surprised as she gave her friend a grateful smile. "Wait, a second, is this because of me and Lexa?"

"I mean, partially, but we didn't tell Finn that. He got the general explanation that I just gave you," Octavia answered, shrugging. Clarke opened the sliding door, gazing at it with appreciation, and stepped into her art room. Octavia followed, and continued, "Speaking of Lexa. She showed up here on Wednesday."

Clarke knit her eyebrows and flashed the brunette a look of confusion. "Wait, why? She knew I wasn't here on Wednesday."

"Yeah, I guess her best friend wanted proof that you two weren't sneaking out to a random abandoned building to hook up," Octavia explained, smirking. "Poor Lexa did not want to be here, and they bolted whenever Finn showed up. Speaking of, he's here, so if your girlfriend does show up..."

"She's not my girlfriend," Clarke stated, frowning a little. They weren't girlfriends, were they? That was usually a separate conversation than just general dating, at least to Clarke. She wondered what Lexa had told her best friend.

"Mm, well whatever she is. I've gotta get back to my room so I can continue to try and figure out Bellamy's pass code. See ya."

Clarke only hummed in response as her friend left the room, leaving the sliding door remaining open in her wake. Figuring that she had no reason to close it, she set her phone down on her table and stretched her arms out above her head. She would question the label of her and Lexa's relationship at a later time.

She was just getting ready to resume painting when there was a knock on the side of her door. Turning her head and hoping that it was Lexa, she was slightly disappointed to see Finn standing there. "Hey," he said, "you like the door?"

"It's awesome, thanks," she said with a smile. "I probably won't leave mine looking like plain plywood, though."

He chuckled. "I figured you'd want to paint it or something. I would've put a hinged door in, but Octavia was pretty persistent about wanting them all to be sliding."

"I like it this way," Clarke stated, still smiling.

Finn cleared his throat and said, "Hey, I wanted to tell you... I'm sorry for whatever I did to make things kind of weird between us lately. I figure it's all the Lexa stuff. Frankly... if you say there's nothing going on between the two of you, I should just believe you and move on. So that's what I'm going to do now."

A pit suddenly formed in Clarke's stomach as she realized that thanking him, or saying anything positive about his sentiment, would be categorized as lying to him. Lying to him about a relationship, not just feelings, and she was pretty sure that that was much worse. "Ah, why were you so concerned about it anyway?"

Finn frowned at the response. "Don't you think that dating someone your own age would make a lot more sense? Someone who's had the same amount of life experience as you've had?"

"Sure, I guess, but lots of people around here haven't had the same experiences as I've had anyway. Maybe what I need is someone who's had better experiences than me, because at least then they might have a better outlook on everything," Clarke commented, tilting her head a little as she thought about it. Her longest lasting relationship had been a couple months long, and it dawned on her now that she'd never really thought of experiences as something to factor into one's relationship.

"And that means you'd wanna be with someone who's seventeen?" Finn asked, seeming to realize that these questions weren't entirely hypothetical.

Clarke let out a sigh. "Maybe?"

He looked at her with concern etched into his expression, and then he shook his head, turning around and leaving the room. Despite the frown that appeared on her face, Clarke was just glad that he hadn't tried to start up another argument about it. Especially now that something was already happening in between her and Lexa, she didn't want to go through anymore stress about whether or not it was right. The fact was, she'd already made her decision, along with Lexa, and that was final.

It was starting to get into the evening when another knock could be heard on the side of Clarke's door. The blonde glanced over her shoulder, expecting Octavia here to say goodnight, but saw a different, younger brunette. Her face immediately brightened. "Hey!" she said, setting down her paintbrush as she realized that Lexa was holding some sort of takeout bag in her hand.

"I would've come by earlier, but my mother had some professors over for an early dinner and she made me sit through it," Lexa apologized, "but the food sucked, so I thought I'd get something. And I figured that you haven't eaten."

"You figured right," Clarke admitted. "Did you see the fancy door Finn put up?"

"So fancy," Lexa agreed, laughing lightly. "Octavia told me on Wednesday that he was putting it up."

"Oh yeah, I heard that you and your best friend – Anya? – broke in on Wednesday."

Lexa scoffed. "We hardly broke in – the whole front door was open anyway." Lexa opened the takeout bag, and Clarke stepped around her and to her door, sliding it closed happily. "But it was Anya's fault."

Clarke hummed. "Yeah, Octavia told me. What food did you get?"

They spent about twenty minutes eating the sandwiches that Lexa had purchased from the cafe that was near The Bean, and Lexa told Clarke about coming out to Anya and Luna. Clarke didn't say much, letting Lexa do more of the talking, but she was definitely happy to hear that neither of them were going to spill about it.

The fact was that Clarke didn't care who knew about... whatever it was that she and Lexa were doing, as long as no one who might try to get them in trouble found out. Even if they hadn't had sex, Clarke knew that she could probably still get in trouble somehow until Lexa officially turned eighteen.

When they finished eating, Clarke leaned back in her chair and looked at the door behind Lexa. "What should I paint on it?"

Lexa glanced over her shoulder. "On the door? I don't know."

"Oh come on, no ideas?"

"Last I checked, you were the artistic genius here." Clarke laughed, smiling and scanning the room for any source of inspiration. Suddenly, her smile widened into a grin. "What?"

"I have an idea."