Okay imma jump on the bandwagon and agree with this Kara/Lena/Sam ship - both relationship and friendship wise (maybe more relationship) Could you maybe write a fic of Lena confiding in Sam about her feelings for Kara and Sam is just casually like “Oh yeah she’s hot, I like her too” and they kinda decide to have a three piece relationship? Sounds weird but it could be possible in the show now considering the writers are on crack lol. Thank you if you do!
Lena doesn’t think she has any tells.
She doesn’t think she has any tells of when she’s feeling awful, because no one ever really stops to care about the wine at her desk and the tension in her shoulders and the tightness in the skin behind her eyes and the fingers rubbing aimlessly at her temples and…
Okay. Lena has a lot of tells.
But other than Sam, no one’s ever really paid attention to them.
Not until Kara Danvers.
And Kara Danvers has her heels over head.
But she’s still not used to having Sam back living near her, so when she slips into Lena’s penthouse apartment when Ruby’s away at a friend’s, she forgets, for a moment.
How obvious her angst is.
How obvious her angst is through her loose sweater and her casually ponytailed hair and the bottle of red wine next to her half empty glass and the way her glasses are skewed to the side and her fingertips are working at her temples.
“Well, you’ve had a day,” Sam offers by way of greeting, and she smiles sadly to herself when Lena confirms it by jumping a mile high.
“I didn’t hear you come in,” she stumbles, somewhat obviously, and Sam strides over to sit next to her and toss an arm around her shoulder.
“Yes, clearly. Because you’ve also clearly had a day.”
Lena scoffs lightly, but there’s no bite behind it, as she offers with raised eyebrows then pours Sam a glass of her own.
“I have not clearly had a day. There’s nothing wrong with coming home and having a glass of – “
“Or a bottle of – “
“Alright, alright. But it’s nothing, nothing happened at L-Corp – and I have you to thank for that,” she smiles as they clink glasses, “and everything’s going well at CatCo, but I…”
“Lena, not everything is about how things are going on the job,” Sam coaches softly, her arm still draped around her old friend’s shoulders, her eyes drifting down to her lips, just once, just quickly, just… nothing.
“It’s okay if there’s something else bothering you,” she elaborates when Lena looks slightly confused.
“Not bothering me, not exactly, I just… Sam, can I tell you something?”
Sam narrows her eyes slightly in attentiveness. “Not just something. Anything.”
“It’s only me, Lena.”
And it is. Only Sam. So Lena blurts it, because it’s only Sam and because red wine and because if she doesn’t blurt it to Sam, she’ll blurt it to… someone else… and that would be much, much worse. Much, much scarier.
Because she can’t lose her. She can’t. And if she tells her, she probably will, and –
“I like Kara Danvers,” she blurts. She drinks again, and she blurts some more. “I like her – no, I don’t, I love her, I – and I keep insisting that we’re friends, she and I, and we are, and that’s probably all she wants with me, but I don’t want… I mean, I do want to be her friend, of course I do, but I also want… more. With her.”
There’s a silence, but only a split second of it, because Sam knows Lena.
And she knows that if she gives her more than a split second of silence, she’ll launch into intense panic mode. So she doesn’t jump up and down and congratulate her for telling her, for finding a woman who’s not Roulette and is extremely unlikely to become an alien trafficker.
Instead, Sam plays it casual, even though her heart is racing and her mind is racing even faster. With ideas, with possibilities.
She shrugs and she grins and she clinks her glass against Lena’s again.
“That’s cool, Len. Totally get it, she’s super hot. Can’t blame you, I like her too.”
“Right?” Lena gushes, relief flooding from her every pore.
She doesn’t stop gushing – now that her so-called secret is out, she can’t stop gushing – about how kind Kara is, how funny, how unassuming, how smart, how brave, how loyal, how brilliant, how beautiful, how sexy, how…
“Wait,” Lena fumbles to a halt perhaps a half-hour of uninterrupted extolling the virtues of Kara Danvers later. “You like her, too?”
Sam smiles, because she’d been more than happy to listen, but she’d also been vaguely wondering when her words were going to catch up to Lena.
“The only reason I haven’t asked her out is because I figured you liked her. And anyway, she definitely likes you back.”
“She does? How can you possibly… because I’ve been picking up the vibe that she likes you, Sam – “
And both of their eyes glisten at the same time.
“You don’t suppose Supergirl could be poly, do you?” Sam asks as a matching look of hope flutters across Lena’s face.
“There’s one way to find out,” she suggests, waggling her eyebrows slightly.
They don’t call Kara.
They don’t call Kara’s sister.
They call, instead, Kara’s sister-in-law.
“Absolutely,” they can practically hear Maggie’s grin from over the phone. “Al and I were gonna talk to her soon about her helpless crush on you both anyway. Go for it. God knows it’ll make Girls’ Nights even more fun.”
And Maggie’s right.
It really, really does.