Okay sorry this took so long, this part will be in two parts, leading up to the elevator kiss, see in my eyes that kiss was filled with not only want and longing but a need to show Callie she still loved her and thus, I write this as an explanation as to why. Please be kind x

She didn't run home, curl on her bed and cry those actions were meant for weaker people, and no matter how much she considered letting the weakness take over, the survivor in her kicked in. Her feet tapping out her quickened heartbeat on the pavement as she steered her way on autopilot in the direction of the nearest bar. Stepping through the doors the soft music from the old jukebox in the corner filled the air along with the laughs of friendly conversations and the clinking of glasses, not a familiar face amongst the sea of smiles and head bent over glasses drowning their sorrows in three inches of whatever liquor soothed their pain. Walking over to the bar she noticed a small band set up on the stage, a guitarist with long curly brown hair covered by a beanie that hid his eyes allowing him to slip into his own world whilst playing, a drummer wearing a white beater and black baggy combat pants, spare sticks stuck in the pocket on his right thigh and at the front of the stage perched on a barstool sat a young girl, she couldn't have been older than her early twenties, Callie guessed, watching as the girls eyes scanned the crowd hopefully, searching amongst the many for the one person she could focus on during the set.

Callie watched as the girl swayed her head to the side, masses of dark brown curls swaying around her shoulders, travelling down her back to where they stopped at her waist, the occasional bright purple streak hidden amongst the tresses, a revelation of her true rebellious nature. She smiled at the bartender, mouthing her choice of drink at him before sliding onto a stool and letting her fingers pick up the cardboard coaster left out so as not to stain the already beer soaked bar. Glancing over to the stage once more she smiled as the pretty girl looked up from her microphone stand and caught her eye, acknowledging her with a slight nod of her head. Callie returned the nod and brought the crystal glass to her lips, the dark red liquid sliding down with ease, soothing the ache in her chest and bringing a calm over the feeling of nausea that was trying to push through her stomach. She closed her eyes and held the glass firmly, trying in vain to push all thoughts of the nights events from her mind, trying to forget how amazing Arizona looked in that dress, how it clung to every curve like a second skin and how she longed to find her hands resting on those hips, fingers gripping her tight as she moved close enough to peel back a strap and attach her lips to the sensitive flesh at the base of her neck. Shaking the images out of her head Callie tuned into the soft sounds coming from the band, the soothing tone of the girls' voice barely audible above the noise of the occupants but none the less it was relaxing. Watching as the girl closed her eyes tighter, sitting on her hands in an attempt to prevent nerves from being physically visible; Callie felt her heart go out to her. She sympathised with the young girl, knew all too well of the extreme reality of baring your soul, only for it to go unnoticed, dismissed before its even had chance to take route and grow and so when the final notes of their first song rang throughout the room, Callie found her hands coming together in a loud applause that made some of the other occupants take note of the entertainment for the first time that night. They played through another song, and Callie ordered another drink, her mind running through the lyrics that spilled from the girls mouth and smiling at how simple love songs seemed compared to the real deal.

'Tell me why, you're so hard to forget…' the girls' voice was soft and Callie couldn't help but close her eyes a vision with the purest blue eyes appearing the moment she achieved darkness. It was worse than Callie thought, she knew she adored and loved Arizona, that much was a given but what she hadn't planned on was the fact that she was so deeply in love with Arizona that there was no escape. '… Don't remind me, I'm not over it…' the words resounded in her head, a sadness filling her chest and working its way up to her face until the corners of her mouth were pulled down in a symbol of heartache she knew wouldn't shift for a long time. Her eyes closed, hands gripping the glass, she rocked back and forth to the sound of the girls voice, the soft delicate sound singing straight to her heart and eventually she zoned out, eyes open and focusing on the tiny bubbles in her drink, watching as the fizzled to the top.

She felt a presence next to her and threw a glance across the bar, spirals of mocha brown mixed with purple obscured her view of the singers face as she leant over the bar, elbows on the wooden surface, hands clasped together, her soothing tones ordering a drink. Catching the raven haired woman staring at her she smiled, and it was then Callie started to feel the finality or breaking up with Arizona, the smile of another person, let alone another woman only caused Callie to return the favour only seeing the smile of the brunette made her shake her head and mutter to herself before finding her place back in the confines of the crystal glass. She saw the smile fall from the girls face as she bit down on her bottom lip, blew out a breath and then let her hand wrap round the neck of a beer, bringing it to her lips and taking a small sip. Callie felt bad, she knew none of this was the girls fault, and so she turned towards her and nodded.

'You're really good…' she mouthed, not really knowing what to say, instead her fingers reached for a stirrer and placed it in the glass, watching as more bubbles appeared, knowing she had blown it she shook her head then tried again '… you have an amazing voice….' She lifted her head to the side until their gazes connected and she smiled.

'Thanks…' the girl nodded, her hair falling over her face. She reached up and tucker it behind her ear before lifting herself onto the seat next to Callie and taking a sip from her bottle '… you know whoever it is… they'll come around' she stated, turning her face towards Callie and shrugging at the confused look she was receiving '… whoever is causing you to drown your sorrows in that pitiful liquid you're calling a drink…' she teased, watching as the dark haired girls smile grew larger, nodding to herself she bit down on her bottom lip. A silence lingered between them for a short while, Callie running her index finger around the rim of her glass while the brunette blew absentmindedly down the neck of her bottle before she was called upon by the long haired guitarist, looking over at Callie she felt a sadness at the hurt that was evident on her face, a pain in her eyes that made the brunette want to take this stranger in her arms, but instead she tried to reassure her once again.

'That's my queue to get back to work…' she threw her head back towards where the band stood watching the girls interaction at the bar '… like I said, don't worry, people like you don't stay single too long…' she turned to leave when she was caught by Callies voice finding her ears.

'What do you mean, people like me…' she asked, watching as the girl lowered her head, a smile on her face as she checked out her shoes and then lifted her gaze once again, smiling as she chewed on her bottom lip and giggled lightly before nodding.

'You know… owners of beautiful smiles…' Callie saw the girls gaze fall to the floor once again, and she felt a gratefulness, in the short moments she had spent in the presence of the brunette she had managed to smile more than she thought possible considering the reality of her life right now. She felt a flush come to her cheeks as she let out a small laugh and brought her drink to her lips once again, sipping deep '… any way, I kinda have to go now, but it was really nice meeting you…' she pushed back the now empty bottle and lowered her feet to the floor again, nodding towards Callie. Walking back to the stage she shook her head muttering to herself. Callie didn't know where it came from but something inside of her yelled out to stop, and sure enough, the brunette heard.

'I never caught your name…' she shouted, watching as the girls spun back and smiled, her curls bouncing freely down her back, a smile on her face.

'That's coz I never told you it… I'm Pai…' she smiled watching as the Latina mouthed her name, tasted the way it felt rolling off her tongue, brushing against those soft lips that she always swore were meant for one name only.

'Callie… nice to meet you too' she offered, watching as the girl turned and made her way up to the stage to start again, shaking her head and mouthing something to herself as she started. As the soft music echoed around the room, Callie had decided It was time for her to leave, standing up from her seat she headed for the door, not noticing the blonde who stood near the entrance, watching the entire exchange, the same look of hurt in her eyes that the brunette had almost eradicated from Callie with such a simple interaction. She felt a pang of guilty, a wave of hurt and a slight hint of relief, the last thing she ever wanted was to hurt Callie beyond repair, and seeing her smile, even if it wasn't at her, was enough of a symbol for her to realise she hadn't completely broken her. She waited for a few minutes before following Callie out of the exit but turning in the opposite direction and taking the journey back to her own home, a parade of freshly fallen tears dripping a path to her home, that in fairy tales Callie would have followed to her, finding her, holding her and letting her know that they could be happy ever after, but this wasn't a fairy tale, this was real life. Happy ever after meant letting go, meant letting the woman she adored leave, because how selfish would she be to ask her to stay, to ask her to give up her dream. All she ever wanted was for everyone of Callies dreams to come true, and for her to get the ever after she deserved, she wanted to be Callies constant, her forever but she couldn't give her that, sometimes in life, happy endings aren't made for the real world…. Sometimes they are best left in fairy tales. Unspoiled by logic, untouched by rational thought, just pure and simple, and as Arizona reached her front door, slipping into the darkness, her back finding the door as it closed behind her and she slid to the floor, she wished just for one night, she could have had her fairy tale ending…. pure and simple.