n/a Requested by snowqies

It was a few days before they got a chance to talk. Press was gruelling and whenever Idina wanted to pick up the phone when she got back to her hotel room she crashed on the couch before she could make it to her bedroom.

Taye was not helping. The mitigations meetings were on his schedule. He claimed since he was looking after Walker right now, he got the say. Idina did not have the energy to fight him on this and he knew it. They both loved walker, they really, truly did but it was so damn hard not to want all of him all the time and think about what would be better for him. Taye was moving on. His new girlfriend was talking about moving in. Idina wanted her nowhere near Walker until they met. Taye said he had it all under control and she was not there so she could not judge.

I bet the moment I bring another man home you are going to flip your shit, the thought as she read over their texts from earlier in the morning. Or woman, she thought with a smirk. She needed to call Kristen. She was not being fair to the blonde who had just served Dax with divorce papers. At the very least they were going through the same thing, only Kristen did not have kids.

Idina could not keep her eyes open and the screen was blurry. She sighed and drifted off to sleep, stomach growling.

~

Idina woke up suddenly by her phone ringing. She had passed out on the kitchen table and nearly fell off the stool before she got her bearings. She picked up her ph9on that was hanging by the charger and answered it.

"Hey, Idina..." a shaky voice said.

"Kristen, hi," Idina replied, the awkwardness growing. They had yet to talk this through.

"Is, is this an appropriate time?" she stuttered. "I want to talk, and -um,"

"Do you want to get come to coffee?" Idina asked. "I was a coffee shop on the corner just down the street. It's got a lot of foliage inside and I think there are some booths away from the windows so we can have some privacy."

"That sounds nice," Kirsten said, perking up. "Are you okay Dee? Is it okay if I call you Dee? You just sound a bit off."

"I had mitigation meetings with Taye. I got back..." she checked her watch, "like twenty minutes ago. You interrupted my power mom nap," she chuckled. "And you can call me dee, I don't mind," she replied.

"Okay, can you meet me at the coffee shop in ten?"

"Aare you going to be there in ten or will I be hanging around waiting for you?" Idina joked.

"Half an hour," Kristen replied after some consideration. "Just to be safe."

"I'll see you then," Idina replied. She was smiling. She felt good. She needed to get out. This was good. Good.

She also knew it would take her a good twenty minutes to get off the couch. She wasn't even sure where they were anymore, all she knew was they were stuck in some tiny European apartment midway through their worldwide press tour. Maybe she'd figure it out if she bothered to leave the world's smallest apartment. There was barely standing room in between the couch and the bed, and the door barely cleared the bed and the coffee table. There was an espresso machine on top of a mini-fridge and nothing else but abstract art on the walls that made her think negative thoughts.

Should she brush her teeth? She wanted to make out with Kristen, really make out with her. No quick guilty pecks.

What Idina needed was a grip. She needed to figure out what she wanted and what she was doing because this woman was leaving her husband for her and Idina wasn't even sure she wasn't leading Kristen on with false hope.

This wasn't going to work. She needed to put an end to it tonight before Kristen couldn't go back. She still had time to tell Dax this was a mistake and she was tired and stressed and tell him that Idina had been manipulating her in her venerable state. They could still make marriage counselling work.

Idina dashed to the bathroom, or more accurately she jumped over the twin bed and landed on the door before she opened it just in time to puke in the sink. She finished, but she didn't feel done.

Fuck, she thought. She was getting fat...

Stop.

Idina closed her eyes and took a deep breath. What was it her therapist had told her? Fuck her therapist. He was a hot dude, she should fuck him.

She also wanted to fuck Kristen and... NO! Just friends, nothing more. Grow the hell up.

She was running out of time. She cleaned the sink and sat down on the floor, trying to collect her thoughts.

Idina sat on the floor until her phone rang. She picked it up.

"Dee," Kristen said, "I don't think I'm at the right place I don't see you anywhere."

Idina froze. What was she supposed to do now? She squeaked out an incomprehensible phrase, prompting worry from the other end of the line.

"I'm okay Kris, I'm sorry I just lost track of time," Idina said calmly, somehow finding composure. Idina Menzel knew how to put on an act. Falling apart and being a mess was a part of that act. Laughing it off even when it hurt. "Yeah, I just slipped and dove headfirst into my door," she chuckled. "I'm fine, I promise, no blackouts. I promise I'll be there soon, okay?"

"Okay," Kristen replied, but she sounded nervous.

~

Idina quickly dashed across the busy street, using her scarf to cover her face. She made it to the coffee shop and found the short blonde sitting nervously in a corner, twiddling her thumbs.

"Dee!" she whispered in exclamation, jumping up and hugging her. "I wasn't sure you would show up!"

Idina grunted as the force of the blonde hit her, taking a few steps backwards to balance herself. She hugged Kristen back and the blonde sighed and squeezed her tighter. Idina felt better. She nuzzled Kristen, a smile slowly growing on her lips.

"Let's sit down," Kristen said. "I ordered you some peppermint tea since I wasn't sure what you like for coffee I hope that's okay, you said you liked it once."

"That's perfect Kris," Idina said as she took her coat off and hanging it on the booth, giving them move cover from the door. She sat down and the tension grew. "So, you wanted to talk."

"Yeah," Kirsten replied, her hands folded in her lap; she was staring at them. "I, well, I've been thinking a lot about what happened a few weeks ago, and I hope I didn't scare you off."

"You haven't," the brunette reassured.

"And I'm not divorcing Dax because of you, you just helped me see what I was seeing all along and saved me a lot of heartaches, so please don't feel bad about that." She paused for a minute. Idina said nothing. She looked away instead. "So," Kristen continued when she realized Idina was not going to say anything. "About a few weeks ago, I don't want you to think I was taking advantage of you. You were in a venerable state and I should have set boundaries and I didn't and I am very, very sorry if, no, for the lines that I crossed. I hope that you can forgive me and I want to rekindle whatever friendship we had and—"

"Kris," Idina said, stopping her in her tracks. Kristen froze. Idina's eyes were glassy and she was nervously digging her thumb into her palm. "If anyone was out of line it was me," she said. So Kristen didn't feel the same way. Or not the way Idina felt. She couldn't keep it in, she started crying.

The blonde came around the table and sat beside her. "Oh, honey, what's wrong?" Kristen asked hugging Idina.

"I'm sorry, it's nothing," Idina started. She hugged Kristen back and cried into her shoulder. She had spent all this time building the two of them up, thinking they could have been something and Kristen was telling her it was all a mistake and a misunderstanding. "Actually," she said, sitting up. She wiped her eyes. She was going to up for what she wanted. "I'm very certain I like you, Kristen," she replied. The blonde looked at her in confusion. "and maybe I was jumping the gun thinking we had more, but I'm saying it now since we're being honest: I want to take you on a date."

Their shoulder was still touching but there could have been an ocean in between them at that moment.

"I want to date you too," Kristen said, breaking the silence.

"Then why did you say all that stuff before?" Idina asked

"I was worried you didn't feel the same way."

"I do," she reassured. "And from now in I want you to be honest to me, no matter what you think I think, and I promise to do the same. Kristen Bell, will you be my girlfriend?" Idina asked, her smile growing.

"Yes!" she squeaked, nodding in excitement. She flung hers let at Idina, her. They both giggled as Idina fell backwards on the booth and Kristen pressed her lips against hers.

They made out. Brushing her teeth had been a good idea. Idina felt sparks like she had not in a while, butterflies in her stomach and all. She ran her hands through Kristen's hair, letting herself be kissed senseless.

"I'm not an easy person to love," Idina admitted as they sat back up. "I'm neurotic at times and I won't hesitate to throw you into traffic to keep Walker safe. I am also going to do something at some point that will make you lose your shit. But if you're willing to give this a go, I am too."

"I am, Dee," Kristen reassured. "And I know I can be a bit of a pain too. I am going to drag you to relationship counselling and trust me, I have more energy than you think. But I am willing to give us a shot if you are," Kristen finished, taking Idina's hand in hers.

They both smiled, blushing.

"I think we have something special," the blonde continued. "I don't think natural on-screen chemistry comes like that without there being something between us as well. We'll have something special if we both work for it."

"Me too," Idina replied, grinning. "I'm ready."