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Lexa knows the drill. Clarke sleeps with someone, than the person comes back (of course they come) and she's there as the clueless girlfriend. At this point Lexa thinks her fame on campus isn't really good - how come she doesn't realize her girlfriend is cheating? But Lexa doesn't care, this is the perfect solution to avoid people getting close and having other ideas. She's on college to study, and she doesn't really care about anything else.
So this night when Lexa opens the door and finds another complete strange asking for Clarke, it starts again.
"Oh, I don't know where she is," Lexa says, "sometimes being her girlfriend is tiring."
And as always, there's the surprise on the stranger's face every time the "girlfriend" word comes out. Okay, sometimes dudes take a little longer to understand that girlfriend means i-kiss-this-person girlfriend, but they eventually get there. And today is a woman, a surprisingly old woman, she is at least 40 years old. Lexa tries not to judge Clarke's choices, but she never met someone that old before. And this woman looks particularly familiar. Maybe she's a teacher or something.
"Girlfriend?" the woman asks.
"Yes, this month we're celebrating 2 years together. Can you believe it?"
Technically, 2 years of being roommates, and they do celebrate it.
"Two years?!" the woman looks shocked. Lexa feels a little sorry for her. Whatever Clarke did to her, it was good.
"Yes. I'm thinking about date ideas, do you have any suggestion? I wanted something romantic, maybe slow dance under the moonlight, or maybe wild sex-"
"Okay," the woman interrupts, "I don't need details. I'm... happy for you, I guess."
"Oh, thank you," Lexa answers. This woman is really trying, most of them don't. Some even tell Lexa the truth and she needs to pretend she doesn't believe them. Sometimes is fun. You know, free acting class.
"But do you know when she'll come back?"
"Not really, sometimes she stays out all night working, so..." Lexa shrugs.
"Hm... can you tell Clarke I was here, please? Tell her I'm in town and that she needs to start answering my calls."
Lexa is taken aback by how desperate the woman is, even if it's Clarke's problem. It wouldn't be the first she'd have to take more extreme steps to stop people who don't get the message.
"Okay, and you are..."
The woman stops.
"She didn't tell you, did she?" the woman sighs. "I don't know what she was thinking, but I don't mind, you know, if she has a girlfriend. I always knew and I love her anyway."
This a quite weird statement, and Lexa feels uncomfortable just thinking about what Clarke will have to deal with, unless... Lexa's brain starts to realize what is happening, but Clarke arrives first.
"Mom?" she stops seeing Abby there.
"Finally, Clarke. I was trying to get to you all day." She goes to hug her daughter. "I just met your girlfriend."
"My... girlfriend?" Clarke looks at Lexa, who's still standing there and doesn't really know how to react. "Oh, mom, no, she's-"
"It's okay, Clarke," Abby says, then looks between her daughter and her roommate, "Lexa, isn't it? I'm happy to finally meet you, Clarke always say good things about you."
"She does?" Lexa asks, this is new. She didn't have idea that Clarke talked about her with anyone else, even more her mother.
"Yes," Abby answers, "Being honest, I already suspected something was happening, all those photos on faceboook..." She looks to her daughter, one of those mother looks that say much more than words.
"No, mom, this is not really what is happening."
"Clarke, I know you're bisexual for a long time. And I want you to know that this is beautiful and you found this amazing woman to be with you-" she smiles at Lexa "-and I'm proud of you. But I understand that you aren't ready to tell me and I had no intention of invading your privacy, so I'm going to my hotel now, I'll give you some time, and you call me when you're ready, okay?"
"Ah..." Clarke can't bring herself to say anything. One moment ago she was ready to crash on her bed after a long day and maybe convince Lexa to join her to watch some tv shows, but now she's here in front of her mother in the middle of an accidental coming out with her not-really-girlfriend. And the worst part: her mother looks thrilled that Lexa is her girlfriend.
"It's okay, honey." Abby presses her hand reassuringly, then crosses the hallway again to shake Lexa's hand. "And you've been a great girlfriend to my daughter. I don't know if you remember, but we've talked before, when Clarke was sick?"
Lexa almost forgot about it. That was a hell of week. Clarke was on bed for days and Lexa never before had to take care of someone sick, so maybe, just maybe, Lexa panicked a little trying to understand what she should do. Clarke was the one who always knew what to do when someone was sick, but then she was barely talking.
"Oh, yeah," Lexa says, crossing her arms because she doesn't really know what to do with herself, "Clarke still asks me to do that soup receipt."
"Hey, the soup is good," Clarke protests joining them by the door, "and you like it too."
Abby looks at them together, there's a smile on her face, and an awkward silence fills the hallway as the girls try to ignore what this all mean.
"Anyway," Abby says, "I should get going. But I want to meet you later," she tells Lexa, "and maybe discuss some anniversary ideas." She blinks to Lexa and this time really says goodbye, leaving both girls still in shock standing in the middle of the hallway, in front of their shared room.