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Dragging a drunken woman out of the bar was a huge effort, especially when she's singing her heart out and waving her hands in the middle of the freaking street.

"WELL, I NEVER SAW IT COMING. I SHOULD HAVE STARTED RUNNING A LONG, LONG TIME AGO… I'M BETTER OFF WITHOUT YOU MORE THAN YOU, MORE THAN YOU KNOW…" the blonde was loud and making hand gestures like she was performing on stage. All the while Callie still was holding her by her waist keeping her up and her arm still around the brunette's shoulders. Callie was wondering why in the world did she had to suffer. "I'M SLOWLY GETTING CLOSURE. I GUESS IT'S REALLY OVER, I'M FINALLY GETTING BET–…"

"Oh, my God! Shut up already!" it was supposed to be a quiet walk. She hoped it will be a quiet walk since Arizona was already blind drunk; she can't even stand on her own. When they got out of Joe's Arizona insisted walking on her own, she asked the blonde if she can even stand and the stupid woman said yes only to be tripped and almost fall to the ground if Callie was not there to grab her. "Aren't you supposed to be sleeping by now because you are fucking drunk?! Drunken people do that right?! I mean, I do that!"

Arizona just stared at her blankly and resumed singing, "AND NOW I'M PICKING UP THE PIECES, I'M SPENDING ALL OF THESE YEARS PUTTING MY HEART BACK TOGETHER…"

"SHUT THE HELL UP! Arizona, if you are not going to shut up, I swear I will leave you here in the street to rot!" she was being kind enough to take this woman to her best friend's apartment with her because the blonde was so drunk that she doesn't remember where she lives or she was just really stupid. They were almost at the corner of Callie's apartment building; she just needs to keep the woman quiet so the other occupants won't file a complaint against them. But the woman was either not listening to what she was saying or she was too clouded by the alcohol in her system that her mind didn't register what the brunette said, she continued her performance.

"'CAUSE THE DAY I THOUGHT I'D NEVER GET THROUGH, I GOT OVER YOU!"

"That is it! I can't take it any longer! I don't even know why I'm putting up with you!" she guided the blonde to a corner and let her sit there. Callie stood up and looked down on the drunk woman, 'God, she's really, really drunk.' Callie thought. She continued to watch the woman who seems to be sleeping now, Arizona's eyes are now closed and she's wearing a pout and if Callie wasn't terribly annoyed with her right now she would find it adorable. Hell, she's finding it adorable right now. She smiled to herself and whispered goodnight to the woman and walked away from the blonde towards her apartment building.

Arizona woke up feeling very uncomfortable, her back was aching and she thinks she hit her head because it was hurting like a mother. She tried to sit up from where she was lying, propping herself she found out that even her arms hurt. 'Probably from sleeping here...' She thought. 'Wait. Where is here?' she'd looked around but her head is throbbing, she can't register anything yet. She put her hand to her head hoping to relieve some of the pain and to try to remember what on earth happened to her.

"You're awake." she heard a woman's sweet voice say. "For a second, I thought you were dead. Well, you seemed dead when I picked you up from the street last night."

'Picked up from the street?' Right. She now somehow remembers bits of what happened last night. The woman with no heart left her on the corner of a street just because she was… 'What was I doing last night? Doesn't matter… Whatever I did does not give that god forsaken woman the right to leave me on the street. Drunk. Alone. Who does that?' her insides were now boiling and once she sees Callie she will really kick the crap out of her. Clearly the bitch totally had no idea on how to treat a woman properly, considering she was one.

"Headache? You should probably take those pills on the coffee table I left for you. I'm still cooking breakfast, it'll be ready in a while and, um, if you need to go to the bathroom you can use the one in this room" Arizona nodded without looking at the direction the woman pointed.

"Uh, thanks." She whispered. She still hasn't raised her head to look at the woman. She looked around, familiarizing herself with the surrounding; she was at an apartment and she was on the floor. "Why am I on the floor?" asking herself. She must have said that out loud because the woman answered her question.

"I think you rolled off from the couch sometime last night." She looked at her left and surprisingly for her; there was a couch and a pillow and looking down at her legs there was a blanket looped around them.

"Oh." So that maybe the reason she was hurting all over. Falling off the couch and sleeping on the floor was not really comfortable. She got up from the floor and sat on the couch, she reached for the pills and put it to her mouth and drank the water next to it to push the pills down her throat. She didn't know how thirsty she was until she drank the water. She stood to ask the nice lady for more water but first she had to thank her for her kindness, her head was still stinging but it was somehow tolerable now, at least she think it was. "Um, I could never thank you enough for letting me sleep here. You're very kind. I wouldn't know what would have happened to me if I was still out there last night in the cold."

Because the woman's back was facing Arizona, she missed how the woman arched her eyebrow on her statement, "Uhh… it's no problem."

Reaching the breakfast bar she sat on one of the stools and watched the woman cook, well, watched her back, her ass particularly. There was something familiar with that ass, it was remarkably amazing and her hands were itching to touch it, to squeeze it, to feel it on her hands. 'I'm perfectly sure I'll like touching it. Heck, I'll love it.' She smiled inwardly. She then removed her eyes from the woman's remarkably amazing ass with much effort and roamed her eyes on the woman's back. 'Shit. That back, those sexy womanly curves.' Arizona gulped. Her wandering eyes reached the woman's shoulders. Her raven hair was tied in a bun giving Arizona a perfect view of her nape, the corners of her neck, 'Oh. My. God.' She again felt her throat dried but she was sure it was not because of the lack of water. She was thinking of the bad, bad, bad things she could do to the nice lady but chastised herself, it was kind of rude to think like that when the woman was nice enough to let her into her apartment when she was left by that horribly horrible woman also known as Callie. She sighed, controlling her anger; she will deal with that witch later. She feels like a cat abandoned by her owner and some nice person found her and took her in. "Meow." She whispered sarcastically and slumped with her arms on the breakfast bar.

"Was that you?" the woman now turned around looking at her directly with amusement in her eyes. "'Cause I don't remember Mark having a cat around here and I'm pretty sure he's allergic to anything with fur."

"Ca– Callie?! What are you– what are you doing here?!" she almost fell off the stool, she was surprised to her. 'The heartless woman, in the flesh!' she thought to herself. Anger was bubbling inside her instantly. "You… you left me there last night… out in the street! Drunk and alone!" she said accusingly, pointing at the woman.

"I'm pretty sure the drunk part was not my fault." Amusement was still visible in her eyes.

"YOU FUCKING LEFT ME OUTSIDE! IN THE FUCKING STREET! What kind of a person are you?!" maybe getting herself ass drunk was on her but leaving her on the street was this… this… woman's fault. And she was not going to let that slide.

"Okay, you need to chill. You're screaming for no reason." Callie says as she puts the pancakes on the breakfast bar along with the eggs and ham that she cooked. "Eat." She placed a plate in front of Arizona and herself and began to fill her plate with food.

Arizona breathe in exasperatedly, her anger was getting the best of her, "No reason? NO REASON?! Leaving a woman in the middle of the street when she was drunk is not a reason for you?!"

Closing her eyes, Callie placed her thumb and index finger on the bridge of her nose, the blonde was really trying her patience. It was too early to get into a fight with this woman. Inhaling slowly, "Look, I did not leave you, okay? You being here and waking up on the couch, proves that. Well, technically, you woke up on the floor but you get the point."

Arizona was taken aback. Of course, Callie didn't leave her last night; she's in the apartment with her, right. "But you... You put me down on the corner of the street last night... I remember..." Arizona trailed; she was sure she felt the cold concrete on her ass and on her back before she drifted to sleep.

"It was almost midnight and you were singing on the top of your lungs while you were drunk, forgive me if I denied to grace the other occupants of this building with your melodic voice. I needed to make sure you weren't going to serenade my neighbors out of their minds because that may get me kicked out of this building and I really like living here." Her response was pure of sarcasm. Arizona was starting to feel a little bit bad for being spiteful of the woman and thinking ill of her since she was the one who took her in but hearing Callie decry her voice was making her rethink her emotions. Sure, she must not have the most beautiful voice when it comes to singing but she can still sing… right?

Seeing Arizona's expression, Callie raised both her hands as a sign that she didn't mean to be harsh. "Just… sit down and eat, okay? I prepared breakfast and I really don't want anything that I cook go to waste." She gives Arizona a friendly smile.

The blonde sat on the stool once again, "I may not be the best singer in the world but it must not be that bad."

"You should have heard yourself. You were giving the performance of a life time." Callie chuckled while putting pancakes on Arizona's plate. "So, what was that?"

"What was what?" Arizona asked as she took note of Callie putting a mug of coffee next to the blonde's plate. The simple gestures were warming Arizona's heart. It has been a while since someone was attentive of her. Callie was being chivalrous and it was new for Arizona being at the receiving end of a caring Callie.

"Over You by Daughtry… what was that?" Callie inquired nonchalantly. "The soundtrack of your broken heart?" she asked in a mocking tone. Arizona rolled her eyes, just as she thought the raven haired woman was being kind she goes saying those crap. She instead chose to start eating her food than answering the brunette.

"So, um, is this Mark's place?" Arizona asked trying to make a conversation. She was not really interested with the man's apartment; she was just breaking the silence that started to fill between them.

"Uh, yeah."

"And you…" she trailed.

"Live across the hall. Apartment 502. I live there. With Cristina. She's my roommate." Callie's hands were fidgeting and it did not go unnoticed by the blonde.

Callie cleared her throat, "So, um, is the food okay? Is there anything else you want for breakfast? I can cook them for you… Uhh, water! You want some water? You need water… let me get you some water…" as she went to the back to the kitchen to get water for the blonde. "I'm pretty sure you're thirsty… I mean, I will be if I was as drunk as you were last night." Callie was rambling and Arizona can feel her nervousness. She narrowed her eyes at the Latina she had a suspicion that the woman was just being nice for some reason.

"I'm still not gonna sleep with you even if you're being this nice, you know that right? I don't approve of meaningless sex; I thought we've agreed to that fact." Arizona arched her eyebrow as she downed the glass of water.

"Yeah, yeah… you're a prude, we've established that." Callie said it in a way like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"I am not a prude!"

"Um, yeah, you kind of are." Arizona was about to oppose in the most fuming manner she could muster but Callie raised her right hand to stop her. "Look, let's not argue anymore, okay? I know that what I did the first time we met was… impolite and…"

"Impolite is not really the term to describe it." Arizona crossed her arms and glared at Callie. "The best description would be, I don't know… boorish… impudent… insolent… impert–"

"Okay. Okay. I get it. I was rude to you and you didn't deserve that." She raised both her hands as defeat. "Geez! No need to charm me with your vocabulary." Callie said as she rolled her eyes.

"Did anyone tell you that you suck at expressing your regret?"

"No. Because usually I just flash them my striking smile and they automatically forget whatever it is I did." Callie gave the irritated blonde her megawatt smile and Callie caught Arizona's dazed reaction caused by her smile that was gone instantly as soon as she saw it. Callie smirked and raised an eyebrow. "See?"

Arizona continued to glare at Callie and grabbed her fork and raised it as if she was about to stab the annoyingly stunning Latina which only made the brunette's grin wider and even in her infuriated state she couldn't help but find Callie impossibly charming when she's like this. She was totally different from the ill-mannered woman she met a few nights ago.

"So… are we okay?" Callie asked with pleading eyes which seems to be working their magic.

"It was not the best apology but yeah, I guess we're okay." Arizona nodded.

"Great!" the brunette beamed. "So now that you no longer hold a grudge against me… I want you to know that… I forgive you too."

"Huh? You…" Arizona pointed at the Latina then to herself. "Forgive ME?" the blonde was flabbergasted.

"It's alright… I know how hard it is to say sorry. I mean, I was just rambling a while ago because I'm not used to this apologizing thing either." Callie waved her hand to dismiss the subject.

Arizona shook her head and pointed at the brunette again, "No, Callie. Why would I ask for forgiveness? I didn't do anything wrong. The way I recall it, you basically called me a harlot so I stormed off."

"Well, if you didn't turn me down that would never have happened in the first place and besides, I thought we're past that." Callie shrugged. "You said so yourself, we're okay now so I'm just telling you that I forgive you for hurting my feelings."

"I hurt your feelings?!" Arizona huffed this was unbelievable. "You're talking about feelings?! You wanted us to have a mindless sex. You didn't even want to know my name. Then you offered to pay me for sex." she said accusingly as she enumerated with her fingers the things that Callie did.

"I prefer to call it casual fling." Callie answered but seeing the look on Arizona's reddened face that she was sure not from embarrassment, she decided to change her approach. Inhaling deeply she started to apologize properly. "I'm really sorry, Arizona. I was upset that night and a bit drunk, I shouldn't have hit on you. That was a mistake."

"A mistake? You hitting on me was a mistake?!" Arizona was wide eyed; she could feel her anger boiling again inside her but now it is much more intense, "So what? Are you saying that if you were not upset and not drunk you would never have tried to hit on me? Is that it?!"

"What? No! What I meant was–" Callie tried to think of the best explanation to give but she was cut off by the enraged blonde.

"What is wrong with me, Callie? Huh?! Am I not pretty enough or hot enough for you?!"

"I didn't say that!" she wants to reason out but it appears that the blonde was having none of that.

"You don't find me alluring enough at your sober state?!"

Callie raised both her hands in frustration, "You're getting it all wrong!" Callie is now convinced that the blonde woman sitting across from her is crazy beyond help. A minute ago, she was angry because Callie hit on her and now, she was angry because she thought that Callie didn't want to hit on her.

"I'll have you know, there are women lining up for me. I'm HOT!"

"I know!"

"You know what… Fuck you!" the blonde stood up and backed away from the breakfast bar towards the front door. "Fuck you and your lousy apology!." Arizona said then slammed the door on her way out, making the brunette cringed at the sound.

Looking down at her plate, Callie sighed. "That went well." She pursed her lips and shrugged. "I guess it's time for plan B." she grinned to herself and continued to finish her breakfast.

A/N: Hmmm. Seems like Callie is not giving up...