Monday

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Monday

Kara, perhaps out of a want for thoroughness in her story, perhaps out of a Millennial-born urge to creep on a the social media of a woman she finds intriguing, discovers that Lena Luthor has a pretty active following on Instagram one afternoon not long after their first meeting. It's there she discovers a playful side to Lena, kissing girls on cheeks at parties, looking blitzed out of her mind with a bunch of well-dressed men in the back of someone's car; debauched with heavy-lidded eyes and a knowing smirk in blood red lipstick in the arms of some gorgeous starlet.  There are pictures of her in front of landmarks from all over the world. She looks like a rich man's daughter in these pictures, playful, bashful, and grinning at the camera. Mixed into the fray of boarding school friends and clear wealth there are some absolutely adorable baby pictures for #throwbackthursday. Those make Kara wish there were pictures of her as a child on this planet. Kal's scoured his records, but there are no pictures of the extended family at the Fortress of Solitude.

She debates it, just for a moment, before following Lena. 

Twenty minutes later, as Kara's flipping through her notebook looking for something the mayor's secretary told her about the new green publishing initiative in the city, a notification appears on her phone.

lenaaaluthor has followed you back!

Kara gains 200 followers in a day. There are people from all over the world picking through her feed, commenting on pictures of her with Alex, her with Eliza, her with Kal and Lois at that writer's conference last Christmas. It's then she realizes that Lena only follows ten people on Instagram. Kara was the eleventh.

So maybe Kara cleans up her feed a little bit, out of paranoia. She takes down the few photographs of herself with Cat Grant that had made it onto her feed, gets a text from Cat demanding to know why (because of course she pays attention to such things), and has to explain that there are strange people from all over the world commenting on her stuff because Lena Luthor added her as a friend on Instagram.

Cat – And are you friends?

Kara – I'm not sure.

Cat is typing...

Cat is typing...

Cat – I worry about you being friends with someone with a name like that.

The layers of implication are there, the hinting at the fact that Cat knows but will never come directly out and say so, it makes Kara happy and sad, fearful and worried. Cat knowing was never part of her plan, but she hasn't been exactly subtle.

Kara – It's just Insta, Cat. No need to be worried.

Kara deletes a few more pictures, leaving her with a feed of mostly family pictures and the benign documentation of her quest to find the best potstickers in the city back in college – a saga that Alex still gives Kara shit for to this day.

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