Shortly after she and Anya's conversation, Kallie found herself being brought to her feet by Fiona and guided into her room. Kallie had to blink as bright light suddenly flooded her eyes after the other girl had virtually ripped the blindfold off of her head. Her groan was immediate, squinting her eyes while trying to get adjusted to her surroundings, with Fiona then mumbling an apology for the abrupt de-folding.

When her orbs finally adjusted, she had to blink again in surprise at what was lying on the bed. Her head half-turning to Fiona, she shared an amused smile with the girl.

"Imogen?"

"Yep. Not only can she spy, she can pick locks too."

"I swear," Kallie sighed, crossing the room to stand over the clothing laying on the bed, "If I were anyone else I might be angry about one of my friends breaking into my house and stealing my formalwear."

"Which is what we were depending on. Now hurry up and get changed, I don't want you being half-naked- or worse, in jeans- when people start to get here."

"Yes, master." She rolled her eyes, immediately beginning to change as soon as Fiona exited the room. Despite her joking response, Kallie knew that Fiona hadn't been when she directed the other girl to hurry. The brunette smiled to herself, thinking it ironic how Fiona rushed her while on the other hand, Fiona was running about in a T-shirt and sweats still.

She finished getting dressed, tightening her tie expertly while observing herself in the mirror. The suit lacked a jacket, instead it was made up of a grey waistcoat and trousers, with a dress shirt and sea foam green tie. Her motions stilled for only a moment, her brow furrowing as she considered the tie. She didn't believe herself to own a tie of that colour, and quickly chuckled at Fiona's predictability. Of course she'd buy Kallie a tie. Knowing her, she had probably originally set out to buy an entire tuxedo, only stopping when she realized that she must be insane to think Kallie would accept a gift of that magnitude. Or at least, something along those lines.

Finally content with her outfit, Kallie strolled out into the main room of the apartment once again while nervously fiddling with the buttons on her vest. Holly J now stood in front of a floor-length mirror in an emerald green dress, Anya standing nearby with a black and white number folded over her arm and holding a pair of earrings to the side of her face, questioning the redhead what she thought. Rolling her eyes at their lengthly discussion on accessories, the brunette whisked herself away, out of the apartment and into the decorated foyer.

The large hall was mainly decorated with white and red roses, a theme that carried into the apartment. Additionally, sheer silver sheets were draped around, and the lights in the adjoined lobby were dimmed. Peeking into the aforementioned room, Kallie noticed that the doorman was nowhere to be seen, presumably Fiona had paid him to take the night off, and Imogen now sat behind the sleek black desk. The girl was flipping through what appeared to be a list of attendees, her glasses lying low on her nose.

Kallie walked in front of the desk, catching the brunette's attention. She lifted her head, flashing a wide grin at Kallie and eyeing her outfit casually. "Well don't you look dashing."

"Please tell me that was something Fiona told you to say, and didn't actually come from your mind." Imogen pouted, crossing her arms in front of her chest, paying no attention to the fact she had just wrinkled her pressed blouse.

"I thought it was clever. Besides, shouldn't we be speaking all fancily?"

"I think that'd be a 'no', Imo. This is a lobby, not the Imperial Palace. I'm sure Fi would appreciate the effort, though." She shrugged, looking down to the list and motioning for Kallie to join her.

"Did you know Fiona invited KC? I didn't know you two knew each other."

"We don't. Well, I know who he is because of Clare, Alli, and Jenna, but I've never met him. I don't even know what KC stands for."

"It stands for something?"

Now it was Kallie's turn to shrug. "I'd assume so. God Imo, and you call yourself a professional observer?"

"Only when it comes to people that interest me!"

"Now don't let him hear you say that." Alli's voice came from the front door, both brunettes looking up at her and Clare.

"Oh… you two are early! I mean… greetings, you two certainly look dashing this evening." Imogen turned to Kallie, confused. "Or is dashing only for guys and girls wearing tuxes?"

Kallie smirked, greeting the two girls. "Hey. Fi's apartment is just down the hall, the one on the left. I think Anya's still trying to decide on earrings, so just make yourselves comfortable." They nodded, departing as Kallie and Imogen sat back down to scan through the list of attendees.


"What are you doing?" Adam shouted at Kallie over the music. She and Holly J were sitting on the couch, idly chatting while the rest of the attendees of the party danced around them.

"What does it look like? I'm sitting down."

"You can't sit down, it's your party. You have to dance!"

"Says who?"

"Me!" The boy edged closer to the pair, holding out his hands. "Come on, let's jitterbug." He demonstrated doing a jive quickly, with Kallie staring at him bemusedly.

"Nicki Minaj is playing, Adam."

"So?"

"You can't jitterbug to Nicki Minaj."

"Care to prove me wrong?" Holly J sighed, motioning for Kallie to go. She did, albeit reluctantly. Adam immediately took ahold of her hand, leading her to the centre of the dance floor. However, needless to say, it was short-lived as Kallie finally took a step back and let out a hearty laugh.

"Seriously Adam? We look like idiots." The boy sighed melodramatically, nodding heavily in agreement.

"Fine, fine. Don't dance. But I expect you to mingle, party-pooper."

The 'party-pooper' groaned at the prospect; though many of the party-goers were goods friends of Kallie and her circle, the majority of the attendees were, of course, people that she had never seen before, and she doubted Fiona had either. So instead of mingling with complete strangers, Kallie trudged off to find the hostess of the party. Last she saw Fiona, the girl had been directing Anya to get the door while she finished changing. That had been half an hour ago.

The brunette craned her neck, trying to spot Fiona in the bustling crowd, to no avail. Though there were many raven-haired females, and even some with Fiona's signature curls, none of them were wearing anything close to what the girl would; her exquisite taste was one of a kind. Deciding to check Fiona's room- though the door had an sign telling the partiers it was off-limits, Kallie figured she had a VIP pass of sorts- she weaved through countless bodies before finally reaching the entrance. Gently, she turned the doorknob and pushed inwards, instantly being greeted by a cool draft.

Sure enough, the door to Fiona's balcony was opened and Kallie padded towards it carefully. As she neared it, she could pick up three voices. The first was all-too easy to identify as Fiona's, but the other two also seemed familiar in a way she couldn't quite place. The second voice wasn't familiar in it's sound, but rather, it's regal tone. The final voice was the one that was odd. She was certain she'd never heard that voice before, but at the same time, although it sounded low enough that it had to be male, it reminded her of Fiona's.

She stepped closer, and despite the urge to eavesdrop on the conversation, she reached out and knocked on the entryway to the balcony before she could allow herself to do so. Instantly, Fiona stepped out from around the corner, her sorrowful expression immediately lightening when she saw the brunette. She greeted the girl with a smile, reaching for her hand and gesturing for her to come out onto the deck with her.

"Fiona, honey, who was that knocking? You really should lock doors while hosting a party-," the regal woman Kallie instantly knew to be Fiona's mother, despite never having seen her photos trailed off and abruptly began again. "Oh dear, pardon me. Laura Coyne." The woman smiled, extending her hand while the young man next to her stood with his hands in his suit pockets.

Kallie, taken a bit off-guard by the formality, took a moment to realize her appropriate hand was still wrapped around Fiona's. She quickly dropped it, reaching forwards to gingerly shake the woman's outstretched hand. "Kallie Barrera, Mrs Coyne. A pleasure." The reply came easily, and she internally cringed at how quickly she could slip back into her formal guise. It was no problem for her to do if it was constant, but going from just-Kallie to Kallie-Amelia-Berrera-Sir so abruptly was something that was never pleasant, for it reminded her of how false that Kallie truly was.

As they released each other's hands, Kallie could see, from the corner of her eye, the other boy- Declan, if she recalled correctly from the brief time Fiona had talked about him- drop his eyes to her feet and then slowly make their way back up her form. The smug smirk that formed on his face made Kallie shudder internally. Perhaps some girls would find him charming, but it had quite the opposite affect on her. In fact, she could almost hear his thought process of want-take-have whirring within his skull.

"Pardon me again, Kallie; Fiona, she is trustworthy?" Fiona sighed from beside her, and she could tell by the pitch and tone of it that she had just rolled her eyes.

"Yes, mom."

Kallie, however, interjected carefully. The way in which she spoke was dripping with warnings, and the way formality gave way to this threatening version of Kallie caused her to actually cringe this time around. "It depends on what you were all talking about. In some cases, it would be best if I were not privy to certain pieces of information." She knew as she said this next bit, her eyes would go cold and dark, in a way no teenager's eyes should ever be. "You are from Manhattan, are you not, Laura? Think carefully about my name before you decide to share with me. If you find me trustworthy enough, this never happened. If you don't, then I will go back into the party, and this still never happened."

She could feel the twins' confusion as they glanced at one another, but her gaze was fixed on the eldest Coyne. A realization slowly crept over her face, but it was an extremely well hidden one. She knew exactly what Kallie was talking about. But, instead, she just shook her head and smiled. "Oh, you artists are always so cryptic. Fiona tells me you're quite an accomplished pianist." And like that, normality was restored, and like she had requested, it was as if her strange speech had never occurred; Fiona's gaze still bored into her, though, and she knew some of the things she had been so careful about, the things she wished to remain hidden, would have to come out sooner than later.

"Only the good ones are, Ma." Declan stated, the flirtatious look he flashed Kallie not being lost on either of the teenage girls.

"In any case, we were discussing what we are to do about Holly J's kidney. She's very important to both of my children, you see, and under normal circumstances we'd pay for the kidney without a batted eyelash. However, it has come to our attention that such a thing would go against the law, which gives us pause for thought."

"You're thinking about the possibility of doing it anyways, and measuring what the consequences of it would be if you were caught." Kallie came to the swift conclusion, which Laura confirmed. "Don't worry about it." Her soft trademark smile returned, though her statement confused the three for a split second before she explained. "I'm of blood relation to Holly J, and have the same blood type. I'm going to give her my kidney. It was going to be a surprise, but I'm sure none of you will say anything."

"You are?" Fiona's exclamation was filled with pure joy, immediately yanking Kallie to her in a triumphant embrace. "Oh my god. I can't even begin to thank you." "Geez sis, by the way you're acting you'd think Holly J was your ex-girlfriend." The blissfully unaware statement caused a brief silence from the other three people populating the terrace, confirming Kallie's near-certainty that Fiona did indeed have feelings for the redhead.

"Oh, shush. She's my best friend."

"And by your vice-grip on Kallie there, I'd say that that position is being threatened." Fiona released the other girl then, huffing and rolling her eyes at Declan.

"Please, I can have more than one best friend. We're not in kindergarten, Decs."

"Now that's the sound of cheerful children. I'll stop taking up your time and let you kids get back to your party." Laura happily stated, briskly leaving them on the balcony.

"Yes, lets." Declan walked over to Kallie, intensely staring down at her. "Would you care to dance, Kallie?" The girl's mouth tightened slightly, trying to search her mind for a respectful way to say 'not in a million years, bub.' when Fiona carefully and level-headedly interjected.

"Now Declan, let's not bombard the poor girl. She just came off the dance floor." Well, kind of. Kallie added mentally as Fiona continued, "Why don't you find Holly J and dance with her. I'm pretty sure by this point Imogen should be switching to slow songs, anyways." Declan frowned, his brow creasing as Fiona ushered him away. "Well? Shoo! You're not going to leave a gorgeous girl like Holly J without someone to dance with, are you?"

That seemed to be all it took to convince the male twin as he quickly departed. Fiona craned her neck, watching and making sure he had left before turning back to Kallie. "Sorry. You just looked like you would have rather not, and Declan has a huge ego. No offence to him, but he doesn't tend to understand 'no'."

"Well, you're right there. What do you say we head back in? At least with the addition of slow songs, Adam's hope of jiving to random songs will be pretty much dashed." "He jived?"

"To Super Bass. I think I'm scarred for life, honestly." Fiona giggled, her hand slipping into Kallie's as she led her back into the apartment.

If possible, the place was even more crammed than it had been when Kallie left, and the vast majority of people were crammed into the living room, dancing to their own music as A Moment Like This flooded out of speakers positioned throughout. Pursing her lips in frustration, the brunette shoved herself through the crowd and shut the source of the music, an iPod dock sitting next to the television, off. Instantly, most of the people in the condo stilled. Kallie raised her voice then, commanding the horde of people.

"Hey! If you're not a student of Degrassi Community School, and you don't know both my name and last name, then get the hell out of here before I sic a five foot six teenage girl with a black belt on your asses." Though most of the party did nothing, a few students of Degrassi who knew who she was talking about, but didn't know Kallie personally, quickly made a dash for the door. "She can flip someone twice her size and three times her weight in three seconds flat, and is friends with the soccer team." That caught people's attention, and half of the party's population had soon dispersed. "That's better." She mumbled under her breath, restarting the music and returning to Fiona's side. "Next time, get a better bouncer than Imogen."

"Uh…huh. Can Katie really do that?"

"Mhm, she demonstrated on Mo for me once."

"Who's Mo?"

"Believe me, you'll know him when you see him." Kallie glanced over to a nearby speaker, a smile flitting across her face as the song changed. "You want to dance?" Not waiting for a response, Kallie quickly latched onto Fiona's arm, pulling her out onto the makeshift dance floor. The other girl's eyes widened in mild surprise, nodding belatedly as Kallie slipped her arms around Fiona's neck.

"Wait, I'm leading?" Kallie smiled and nodded, amused at Fiona's expression as she pointed to herself, as if to remind her who she was.

"What, you don't know how to lead?"

"I do, I've just… never actually led before. Sorry if I step on your toes." Kallie chuckled, knowing full well it'd be nearly impossible for someone as physically elegant as Fiona to possibly tromp on her dance partner's feet.

As they swayed gently to the music, Kallie couldn't help but stare intently at Fiona. She was looking down at their feet, nervously making sure that she didn't step on the other girl's feet. Her lip was wedged adorably between her teeth, staining the flesh a dark pink. It was that moment that the colour of Fiona's cocktail dress occurred to Kallie. A glance down assured her she was correct, her breath suddenly hitching in her throat.

Sea Foam Green.

"Fiona…" she gently got the girl's attention. Her gaze flicked upwards to meet Kallie's own orbs that were swimming with unidentified emotion. The girl then suddenly realized that she had no idea what to say next, but her next words were breathed out with ease anyhow. "Thank you for the present."

Fiona's gaze flickered back down, at herself and her dress that was the same colour and material as the tie Fiona had gifted Kallie earlier that evening. "That actually… wasn't my only present for you." Kallie smiled, and she softly slipped her forefinger under the other girl's chin, tilting it upwards in order to lock their gazes.

"I know." She leaned forwards then, gently locking lips with Fiona. Almost immediately, one of Fiona's hands left the other girl's waist and settled on her neck. She pulled Kallie closer, savouring the delicate taste of chamomile and ginger before their lips parted, just as the song they had been dancing to slowed to a stop.

"You taste good." Fiona nearly whispered the statement, and if Kallie hadn't been so utterly out of breath, she might've responded with a sarcastic remark. Instead though, she just longfully gazed at Fiona, her fingers threading through her dark curls as the rest of the party looked on.


A/N: Fallie is on.