A/N: This is a new multi-chap story that has been in my head for a while! I hope you enjoy it, feel free to leave any comments :) updates should be at least once a week, if not more!

Chapter 1

Callie Torres was not looking forward to being the new girl. She had watched countless times as new comers arrived at her school, most of them slightly awkward as they gained unwanted attention and pointed stares, whispers filling the hallways as they walked. She'd always sat back and not really paid much attention to them, sometimes joining in conversation about said new comers with her friends, but rarely caring. She'd never even thought about the fact that it may one day be her in their shoes, starting a new High school. She had lived in Miami her whole life, growing up in the same neighbourhood, around the same people, and moving was never something that had crossed her mind. Never. Her family were more than happy living where they were, in their large house with their large grounds, and Callie had just assumed that they always would live there. She had imagined travelling back to Miami from College to visit her parents and older sister, spending the holidays surrounding by her friends and family that she had grown up with. She was content with her life, and the idea that her life would change this dramatically had never occured to her.

Until her Father had told her at the beginning of her Summer break that they would be moving to Baltimore, Maryland.

Her Father, Carlos, was a very wealthy business man. He owned a branch of Hotels called the Archfield, which were now worldwide (meaning the family could travel almost anywhere they wanted) and travelled a lot for business, but never to the extent that he was away for too long. He loved Miami too much. Or that's what he had said.

"Moving? Really?" Callie had said, dumbstruck when her Father told her of the upcoming plans. She had been eating dinner, a simple dish of homemade enchiladas, and her fork had fallen out of her hand, clanging on the china as it hit the plate.

Her Mother had winced at the sound, a look of upmost disgust appearing across her aging face, but Callie ignored it, staring at her Father.

"We are opening up a new hotel in Baltimore," he'd told her, twirling his fork around his own food that was in front of him. "And I want to see it through. A change in scenery is going to be good for us Calliope."

Callie frowned at that, folding her arms across her chest. Her Father opened new hotels every year, his business constantly expanding, yet they had never moved before. She didn't want to leave. She was going into her senior year of High school, and she desperarely wanted to spend that with her friends. She had considered throwing that out there in an attempt to maybe change her Father's mind, but she knew arguing with her Father was not going to change anything. She had then thought about calling Aria to ask for advice on the matter (her older sister was away at College doing who knows what) but Aria would most likely agree with her parents.

So that was how Callie Torres found herself standing in the front yard of her new house in centre of Baltimore. It was large, modern, and similar to that of her old home, her family's worth clearly showing to all those who would walk by. She shuffled her feet, looking curiously at the street before her, biting her lip wondering what to do next. Her parents were inside, making themselves comfortable in their new house, emptying boxes with the help of delivery men. The sun baked down on Callie's bare shoulders (she was wearing only a tank top and cut off jeans) and she bit her lip. She was certain she wasn't going to like it here, absolutely certain. But still, she couldn't help but give in to the constant ache of wanting to explore the neighbourhood that was her new home. Deciding to go, she shoved her hands in her back pockets, and stepped off the front porch.

She wasn't going to like it here.

"Oh come on," Arizona Robbins laughed, as she jogged round the corner, her legs moving at a steady pace. "It was a summer fling, that's all. You know blondes aren't my type."

"Is Lauren aware of that?" Teddy Altman asked, speeding up to catch up with her friend, her white sneakers coming in to line with the baby blue ones that belonged to Arizona. "I think she believes it's more than that."

Arizona rolled her eyes, continuing to move. "She is very aware of that. We hung out a few times over the summer, that's all."

Teddy snickered. "Yeah, everyone saw you 'hanging out' over in the park the other day."

Arizona came to a halt on another corner, stopping to catch a breath. She placed her hands on her knees, bending forward slightly as she gulped down fresh oxygen, before raising her clear blue eyes to her friend, who was laughing at her despite also breathing very heavily.

"I told you! It was a fling. Lauren's nice and all, but we are not in a relationship."

Arizona liked Lauren. Truthfully she did. The girl was attractive enough and definitely knew a thing or two. She was fun, energetic, but that was all Lauren was. She wasn't the type of girl Arizona would bring home to her parents. She wasn't the type of girl Arizona would walk along the street holding hands with. She just wasn't the type of girl Arizona would be in a relationship with. Not that Arizona had experienced a fair share of relationships. She had only ever had one real relationship (which had not lasted very long however, due to her family constantly moving around the country, and in some cases, the world), but she had been involved in a few flings here and there. Well, more than a few, but nothing too serious, just a bit of goofing around if anyone was up for it. Arizona was very open with her sexuality, coming out to her parents when she was 15 years old, and wasn't afraid of anyone knowing about it. In fact, the first thing she wanted people to be aware of when she moved to a new place was her sexuality (it quickly got rid of most of the annoying guys that would try and hit on the newbie, although some still tried it out- making out with a Lesbian was something a few jackasses wanted to try).

She had moved to Baltimore last January, her Father promising her that they would stay in Baltimore until she graduated, something which was definitely a shock; she was used to moving around and didn't know what it meant to be commited to a place. However, she was soon very happy with the decision after becoming close friends with Teddy, who was in her math and biology class. She got on well with Teddy, both sharing similiar ambitions for the future, and Teddy was on the cheer team and had encouraged her to try out. She had made it onto the team, something which definitely made her happy and feel like she was part of something. Being on the team also had encouraged Arizona to keep fit and bring about her love of jogging, which was why her and Teddy was jogging around the neighbourhood that sunny afternoon.

"Did you break it off with her?" Teddy asked, resuming the conversation about Lauren as she stretched her arms above her head.

"I shouldn't have to break a fling off," Arizona muttered in response. "It should just die. Like a candle being blown out."

Teddy rolled her eyes.

"Well, I'm gonna head home, Mom's invited Owen for dinner again."

Arizona grinned. "Oooh, and you're saying I'm the one in a relationship."

"Shut up!" Teddy retorted, but her cheeks flushed pink, which wasn't from the running.

Arizona smirked at her, and Teddy gave her arm a playful shove and stuck her tongue out, before turning around and walking across the road. Arizona sighed, stretching her arms out in front of her, before deciding to continue jogging home. She quickly tightened her ponytail, stretched her legs a bit, before jogging lightly.

She liked the neighbour hood she lived in. It was friendly and welcoming, and her family had settled in very quickly. She lived with her Mother and Father alone, now her older brother Tim had moved out and joined the Army. He'd been deployed the first time at the beginning of the year, when they had first moved to Baltimore. She missed her old brother. Tim was like her better half. He looked very similiar to her, sharing the same blonde hair and Robbins family dimples, although his blue eyes were a tad darker than hers. But Tim was her closest friend. Then again, with her family constantly moving around, Tim had to be. He was one of the only consistent people in her life. And now he was gone too. She had been very mad when he'd enlisted. How could he do that? Put his life at risk like that? She had told him she would never talk to him again, but that had lasted all of 5 minutes. She loved Tim. She really, really loved him. And she couldn't live without him.

Arizona sighed as she turned a corner. Her thoughts were entirely focused on her brother that she was hardly paying attention to what was going on around her, and it was that which made her run into a person walking in the opposite direction.

Luckily for the both of them, Arizona hadn't been running too fast, so no one fell completely to the ground. However, Arizona herself did stumble a bit, and it was only hands on either side of her shoulders that steadied her and helped her find her feet.

She settled her feet firmly on the floor, raising her head to see the stranger she had bumped into, meaning to apologise.

Instead, she found herself staring into dark brown eyes, which reminded her of that warm, delicious hot chocolate that her Mother made during winter, with whipped cream on top. The stranger was a teenage girl, maybe around the same age as her, who had delicously tanned skin and long dark hair that flowed effortlessly past her shoulders. She was wearing a dark green tank top, (which showed a nice amount of cleavage that Arizona found herself struggling to keep her eyes away from), and jeans that cut off at her knees, and Arizona's first thought was that she was beautiful.

The stranger's hands were still on Arizona's shoulders, and Arizona noticed the girl blush as she removed them and swung them awkwardly at her sides.

"Sorry about that," Arizona said sheepishly, brushing her hands on her bare legs.

"It's fine, don't worry about it," the brunette replied, giving her a light smile. Her voice was soft, but also riddled with nerves Arizona couldn't help but notice.

"I was lost in thought," Arizona laughed, unsure why she was stating the obvious. The brunette simply raised an eyebrow in response.

They started at each other for a few more moments, until Arizona decided she really should get home and staring at a random person wasn't helping her do that. Not that she could help it. She was gay after all, and even with the girl being very awkward and seeming to be unsure of how to hold her body, she still found her mesmirizing.

"Sorry again," Arizona said weakly, smiling lightly as she stepped passed the girl. The girl simply nodded her head, giving Arizona a half smile, before continuing on her way.

Arizona watched her walk away, caught up in the moment, before rolling her eyes, and beginning to jog again.

Callie bit her lip awkwardly as she stood at the front desk, her hands clasped together in front of her. It had been a week since she'd arrived in her new neighbourhood, and it was the first day back at school after summer break. She'd driven to school in her T-bird that her Father had luckily got sent out for her, and had parked in the school parking lot, definitely getting some stares as she stepped out, whether because she was a new student, or because her car was most likely worth more than every other car put together. The school she was attending for her last year of High school wasn't a private school like she had attended back in Miami; the closest private school was over an hours drive away from their house. But the school she was attending had a very good reputation, and her parents had decided that for her last year, it would do. She didn't really care where she was going, she was just mad that she'd been forced to leave.

She had spoken to Addison the night before, her best friend having given her advice on how to go with being the girl (not that Addison had ever been a new girl before).

"Make sure you stand out. Where an outfit that really highlights your legs, trust me," the rehead had told her, while she had laid on her stomach the night before, flipping through her biology book.

"I don't want to look like a slut," Callie had muttered in response.

In the end, she had settled for a pair of black denim shorts, a red tank top, and her signature leather jacket. She didn't feel too out of place, she noticed, as she glanced around her. Most students were wearing shorts and tanktops, except for a few girls she noticed who were wearing cheerleading outfits.

"Hey, you must be Calliope!" A cheerful voice said from her right, and she turned to see a girl, slightly shorter than herself, with red hair and a wide happy eyes, smiling at her. Her red hair was tied in a tight high ponytail, and she was wearing one of the cheerleading outfits Callie had noticed others wearing.

"Callie's just fine," Callie murmured awkwardly, linking her hands in front of her.

The girl struck her hand forward. "Alright Callie. I'm April Kepner, I help out at the front desk Mondays and Wednesdays."

Callie extended her hand, raising her eyebrow at the way the girl, April, shook her hand so firmly. The girl was perky, far too happy for a girl coming back to school after summer break.

"Here's your class schedule. You can begin going to home room tomorrow morning, we marked you in here at the office. You have AP biology first which is great because I'm in your class and I can show you the way! Have you found your locker yet?"

After answering no and having April point out her locker to her, Callie found herself following the smaller girl as the bell went, leading them to their first class.

April opened the door, letting Callie walk in first. Callie looked around the room at the varying students. It was two students to a desk, so it seemed, and the class had already been paired up with their lab partners for the next year. Callie frowned, her eyes searching for empty desks, trying to figure out who she was going to be working with.

"Mrs Bailey, this is Callio- Callie Torres, she's the new student Mr Webber informed you about," April stammered as she filled in the teacher, a short black woman, whos eyes found Callie's immediately.

"Miss Torres, you will find that there is a space for you at the back of the class, next to Miss Robbins," the teacher told her, her eyes already falling back to the book she had on her desk.

Callie quietly made her way towards the back of the classroom, carefully avoiding anyones eyes, although she could certainly feel the eyes trailing her. When she reached the end, her eyes finding the only free desk, she swung her backpack off of her shoulder, placing it by one of the legs of the table. She then slipped round to the other side, sliding onto the stool, then shifting her eyes for the first time to the girl sitting beside her, who was going to be her lab partner for senior year.

She was met with familiar bright blue eyes staring into hers, which for some reason made her mouth go dry. The girls lips drew into a smile, her dimples popping, and she laughed, flicking her blonde curly hair, that was tied up in a ponytail, over her shoulder, but keeping her eyes locked on Callie's.

"I believe we have run into each other before," the blonde said, grinning at her.

"If I recall it correctly, you ran into me," Callie replied easily, ignoring the feeling of butterflies in her stomach that she didn't quite understand.

"Details details," the girl chuckled, her eyes shifting away from Callie's for the first time since Callie had sat down as she opened her text book up to the right page.

Callie watched her, her eyes trailing down the girls body, realising that she too was wearing a cheerleading outfit. Callie had never been a cheerleader, and she had never wanted to. She wasn't one of those girls. She wasn't someone who was confident enough in her own body to jump around performing in front of other people. She could tell why the blonde was though. The girl sitting next to her was attractive, her blonde hair, blue eyes and dimples definitely working well for her. Callie also knew that the blonde was fit, remembering seeing her running, showing off her calf muscles and toned body. She had a right to be showing off her body.

"I'm Arizona by the way," the blonde said, turning her attention back to Callie, after pinpointing the part of the book they needed to read. "'Figured it would be good if you knew my name if we're going to be lab partners for the next year."

The blonde, who Callie now knew to be called Arizona, smiled at her cheekily, and Callie rolled her eyes.

"I'm Callie," Callie replied, and Arizona immediately laughed.

"I knew that already, April practially shouted your name out when introducing you to Bailey."

Before Callie could reply, Bailey called the class to a hault in their conversations, the class beginning. Arizona immediately turned her attention to the front, twiddling her pen in her fingers, her eyes squinting slightly at the board. Callie copied her, her head turning to the front, and within minutes, both girls were scribbling notes down in their notepads.

The class went quite quickly, the topic of learning being mitosis and meosis, which Callie already knew off by heart, so it wasn't much for her to be up to speed. Arizona seemed to know a fair amount herself, which Callie was very thankful for. She knew that in AP Biology everyone would be intelligent, but she also knew you were bound to get classmates who couldn't be bothered to do the work. Luckily for her, her lab partner was intelligent and hardworking, so at least that would make the year easier, and maybe more fun. Of course, she was really angry that she had moved, but maybe the year wouldn't be so bad. Would it?