Supercat: Kara and Carter have a surprise for Cat.

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“Are you sure she’ll like it?” Kara asks, nervously surveying the table in front of them. It looks perfect to her, but she can’t shake the feeling that something is missing. There’s probably nothing, but she needs tonight to be just right.

“Kara, relax,” Carter says, reaching out to place a hand on her shoulder. “It’s great, and she’s gonna love it. You’ll see.”

Kara nods, hoping he’s right. She doesn’t know what she would have done without his help over the past few weeks. The sheer amount of planning that’s gone into this is enough to make her head spin when she thinks about it all.

“Okay, what time is it?” She asks, straightening one of the candlesticks slightly when she notices it’s out of alignment.

“Um, just after five,” Carter responds, checking his watch. “You should have about half an hour to get ready. I’ll be in my room packing an overnight bag.”

“I don’t want you to feel like we’re kicking you out,” Kara says guiltily. She’s the newcomer in this household after all. Carter has never seemed upset about making space for her, but she doesn’t want to push it. Whatever it takes to make sure he’s comfortable in his home, she’ll do it.

That’s why she’s so grateful he’d been willing to help her with this. Not only could she not have done it without him, but his acceptance means the world to her. He’s been almost as excited the entire time, suggesting new ideas and helping refine the plan until Kara knows it’s the best possible.

“I know,” Carter says, shooting her a grossed out look. “But I also know I’d rather be at Alex’s tonight.”

Kara blushes, both embarrassed by the comment and wishing she shared his confidence. She still can’t help but wonder if she’s misreading everything, if the night’s going to end horribly and ruin everything.

“Kara, relax,” Carter says when he notices that she isn’t breathing. “You’ve got this, yeah? There’s no way anything can go wrong tonight.”

“And what exactly is so special about tonight?” Cat says from the doorway, looking at them with an arched brow and the hint of a smile lingering around her lips. “Please tell me Kara didn’t try to cook for us again.”

“Cat, you’re home!” Kara yelps, shifting uselessly in an attempt to hide the table. “Um, why are you home? Jackson was supposed to pick you up in ten minutes.”

“I finished up early and decided to make an early night of it. I didn’t expect to find the two of you plotting without me.” Cat looks challenging now, hip cocked that way Kara can never resist, and a smirk on her face that spells trouble in all the best ways. “You planning something over there?”

“Oh, um, no?” Kara squeaks out, sending a pleading look Carter’s way.

“So you don’t have anything to ask me?” Cat says, stalking slowly forward without taking her eyes off of Kara. “You haven’t been planning this for weeks, roping my son into it, and utterly failing to keep anything resembling a secret? Are you sure you don’t have a question for me, Supergirl?”

“Marry me?” Kara blurts out, clapping her hands over her mouth as the words escape. She’d had a plan, dammit. A full speech, a wonderful dinner (that Carter had cooked for her after she’d revealed her intention to try for herself), and the best vintage of wine she could track down.

And then she’d gone and blurted it out without a single thought.

She can see Carter in her peripheral vision, shaking his head and mouthing “smooth” at her. But most of her focus is on Cat, who had finally made it across the room to stand just in front of her, an unreadable expression on her face.

“Well, you get not points for delivery,” she says eventually, the mask breaking into a soft and genuine smile. “But I think this might still be the best proposal I’ve received.”

“Is that a yes?” Kara asks quietly, heart beating somewhere in her throat as she waits for the answer.

“Of course it’s a yes,” Cat says, reaching out and pulling Kara into a fierce kiss that’s a vow all it’s own.

Kara isn’t sure how long the kiss lasts, but by the time she pulls back Carter has finished packing his overnight bag and is waiting by the door with his headphones in, studiously looking down at his phone and anywhere but towards the dining room.

“Congratulations,” he says when Cat sends him a text, pulling one of the earbuds out and sending them a broad grin. “But I think that’s my cue to leave.”