Supercorp- One shots

Kinky PTA Moms (2/3)

Lena's heels click loudly as she paces the floor, Kara's apologetic voice in her ear. The school hallway is milling with people waiting for their meetings, and Lena is supposed to be here with her wife. She's distinctly alone, and it makes her stomach flip.

It's parent-teacher day, and she's a single parent.

"I am so sorry, babe. I'll be there as soon as I can, I promise."

Lena exhales, switching the phone to the other ear. "Do I really have to meet Conner's teacher by myself? I could just...leave. I'm sure he won't notice."

"And miss interrogating him about how Conner is doing?" Kara challenges.

Lena sighs, and grumbles her defeat.

"I hate it when you're right."

"I swear, I'm doing everything I can, short of leaving my car on the freeway and walking to you," Kara says. Her voice is strained with guilt - some kind of accident on the highway has backed up traffic, apparently, and Kara's half hour of extra time to get to Conner's school has turned into her being late.

"I know," Lena sighs, perching in one of the little plastic seats that line the hall. "I'm just nervous. You know I'm not great at first impressions in social situations. I always end up making people dislike me."

"You're great at first impressions, Lena. I fell in love with you the minute we met!" Kara protests.

"Yes, but you like bossy women."

"Hey!"

The conversation is interrupted when Conner's teacher – a short, energetic man named Mr. Schott, who Conner absolutely gushes about – appears in the doorway.

"Luthor-Danvers?" he says, casting his eyes around, and Lena stands abruptly.

"It's our turn. I have to go." She knows she sounds terse, but she can't help it. She can speak in front of a boardroom just fine, but a one-on-one conversation with the man who teaches her son is somehow nerve wracking.

"Traffic is moving a little, I swear I'll try to get there as soon as I can! I love you!"

"I love you too," Lena says quietly, hanging up and striding towards Mr. Schott. Slipping it into her pocket, she reaches out to accept his outstretched hand, shaking it firmly.

"I'm Winn Schott. It's great to meet you," he says, and his smile is genuine. "Come on in."

"Likewise," Lena says, trying not to wring her hands too obviously as he leads her to one of the four chairs opposite his desk. He gestures at them with an open hand, perfectly friendly, but Lena just can't shake the instinct to doubt his intentions.

"Take a seat! Let's talk about Conner, hm?"

"Four chairs?" Lena says, taking her seat and arranging herself in a practiced position – back straight, legs elegantly crossed, hands folded. A stance that lets people know she means business.

She knows that Fortune 500 business strategies aren't necessary for talking to her son's kindergarten teacher, but she's nervous, and it feels easier to fall into a familiar pattern. Forced social niceties make her anxious at the best of times.

"Families look all sorts of different ways," Mr. Schott replies with a shrug. "Not all kids have just 2 parents, you know? I try not to make assumptions right out of the gate."

"Right, of course. That makes sense." Lena's back is still ramrod straight, but Mr. Schott's openness and accommodation puts her the slightest bit at ease.

"So, Mrs. Luthor-Danvers –"

"Just Luthor," Lena blurts, immediately regretting it. Usually she'd just accept the hyphen, since Conner has it, but something about this teacher makes her want to explain.