It had been the morning from hell, as far as Callie was concerned. As much as she disliked the harsh, frigid, snowy New York winters, she immensely disliked spring showers as well. The current downpour had started last night as just a semi-pleasant light sprinkle, that hadn't even soaked through her hair by the time she'd arrived home.

That pleasant drizzle had morphed into a raging storm as she'd slept, and knocked out the power at some point in the night, because Callie's alarm had just been blinking uselessly when she had woken up, a little later than two hours after when she'd intended to wake up.

Her plan had been to wake up nice and early, have time to leisurely shower and get to Cornell with plenty of time to text Arizona and surprise her before the competition started.

As it was, the competition had already started, almost an hour ago, the subway had been packed because of the rain, and Callie had been splashed by several cars flying by her. Not that it mattered, because the torrential downpour had gotten her either way.

Plus, she'd never actually been to the Cornell campus before, so it had taken an additional twenty minutes to try to find someone else out in the rain to ask how to get to the hall that the mock trial finals were being held in.

But, she finally had arrived, she thought with probably too much relief, and pulled the door open, quickly scanning the small lobby area. There were two sets of double doors on either side, one set that was completely closed, and then another that was cracked open, with a small table sitting in front of it, being operated by a girl in a uniformed polo shirt.

As quickly as she could, she shook off her sleeves a bit, water rolling onto the welcome mat, and then gingerly took off her jacket, draping it over her arm, grateful that her actual clothes had come out as mostly dry under her rain coat.

Quickly, she made her way over to the table, shoes squeaking under her on the wood floor in a way that made her blush, and walk a little faster, before coming to a stop so she was far away enough to keep her jacket from dripping onto the table.

The girl, whose nametag read Student Activities Committee – Rachel, had her head down, her eyes intent on looking at a book in her lap, even though Callie knew, embarrassingly, that her squeaking wet shoes had more than announced her presence.

So she cleared her throat, "Um. Hi. Do I – is this where I buy a ticket?" Callie asked the girl, Rachel, – presumably the college student – still slightly breathless from how she'd rushed to get here.

The doors were cracked slightly, and she tilted her head just a bit in order to try to see inside. Which she could, just a bit, and she squinted to try to see up onto the stage. Then the girl cleared her throat, and her gaze darted back to her, flushing a little, even though Rachel looked extremely bored, "Yeah," she replied, flatly, "It's five dollars, if you're a student," she informed her, as her appraising eyes looked over Callie, as if she could decipher whether Callie was or was not a student.

But she just shook her head, "No, I –" she abruptly cut off as loud applause came through the doors, and she resisted the urge to look through the crack again to try to see if she could see Arizona up on the far away stage. God, she hoped she hadn't missed the entire thing, "I'm not a student."

Rachel hmm'd in response as she fished open a small cash box in front of her, "Then it's ten."

Callie took out her wallet, grateful that she'd remembered to stop at the ATM last night to take out money for this occasion. When she'd been a waitress, she had never thought twice about whether or not she would have cash on her, because she always did from tips. Now, it was something she had to remember to get for certain events.

She fished out the bill – which was also slightly damp – while her stomach flip flopped a little bit from anticipation. It had only been two weeks since she'd seen Arizona in person, but it kind of felt like forever, and she'd been looking forward to this for over a week now.

Rachel handed her a program, with a five on the top, as she shrugged, "It's basically intermission now. You kind of missed half of the competition, so it's half price."

Callie gave her a quick smile, even though she was inwardly cursing herself and the weather for having missed half of it, and she quickly hurried into the cracked open set of doors, which creaked loudly as she pushed them open, making her freeze on the spot, her face rapidly darkening in a blush.

Because it wasn't exactly intermission, she realized; the debate up on the stage seemed to be coming to an end, but it had clearly still very much been going on.

The boy who was speaking onstage cut himself off with a quick glance to the back of the theatre to where she was, frozen against the doors, her heart beating erratically in her chest. He picked up his speech again relatively quickly, stammering for just a moment, and alongside of her embarrassment, she also felt guilty.

She knew exactly how it felt to be on a stage in front of people, and she definitely wouldn't care for someone doing when she had done. As quickly and discreetly as she could at this point, she made her way to the closest seat in the corner of the back row, carefully avoiding hitting people with her wet jacket.

As soon as she sat, she looked back to the stage, and her eyes immediately landed on Arizona, who was indeed onstage right now, on the opposing team from the boy she'd just unintentionally interrupted.

Her blonde hair was wavy, and pulled into a gorgeous French braid, with small tendrils falling around her cheeks, and, Callie realized as she sat up a little taller, those intense blue eyes were locked right on her.

Even as her cheeks were still warm from embarrassment, she couldn't help but smile just a bit at the surprised, yet pleased look on the blonde's face. She knew Arizona saw her smile at the small corresponding one that made dimples pop in her cheeks.

But she didn't have time to enjoy the full experience of Arizona up there, in her element, because only moments later, the woman who was standing at a podium between the tables where the teams sat announced, "Time is up for rebuttal. The winner of this round is the University of Pennsylvania, represented by Arizona Robbins and Alex Karev."

Maneuvering the jacket and program, she clapped, hard, and smiled even wider as Arizona broke their eye contact to get up and shake the hands of her opponents.

Then the blonde disappeared offstage, as Callie realized that this was the half way intermission, and people were beginning to get up. She only debated for a few seconds where she should go, before she felt warm breath on her ear, and Arizona's voice, "That was quite an entrance."

A smile pulled took over her mouth, and any lasting annoyance she felt at the way the morning had been going seemed to disappear as she turned a bit awkwardly in her seat to look at her, defending, "Rachel told me there was an intermission!"

Arizona quirked an eyebrow, "Rachel?"

"The girl selling the tickets," Callie gestured to the doors only a few feet away, absently, as she stood up to get a better, proper look at Arizona. Who looked absolutely amazing, in her professional clothes, fitted black pants and a blazer hugging around her body in a way that she hadn't been able to see when she was sitting onstage.

Callie bit her lip with the effort of stopping herself from leaning in and brushing a kiss over those soft, pink lips that she'd missed in the last couple of weeks. But, well, she didn't really know if she should. They were out in public, in a somewhat professional environment.

And they were still in that stage in their relationship that was undefined, just like where they'd left off when Arizona had gone back to school.

She was drawn out of her thoughts as Arizona shifted back and forth on her feet a little bit, her fingers smoothing lightly over the soft fabric of her blazer, her voice soft, "I told you that you didn't have to come today. Especially when it's a Saturday; you have two shows!"

"I know you did," she acknowledged, and bit on her bottom lip for a moment, thinking about their conversation when Arizona had told her she would be going to Cornell for the weekend, "I know you said it wasn't a big deal, but… it's the finals! And you've been telling me about this for months now; it is a big deal."

Even if she personally wasn't invested in debates or mock-trial – before talking to Arizona, she had never even known what it was – the blonde's passion for it was clear. Especially in the last couple of weeks, during their late night talks, she'd heard the fire in Arizona's voice every time she would tell Callie about all of the progress she was making on her arguments and research.

That passion was something that she really adored about the blonde, and had since just back when they were writing letters.

And at her words, she could see the way Arizona's face softened into a sweet smile that made her cheeks flush and her stomach erupt in butterflies.

Callie quickly glanced down to her soaking wet shoes, and then up to the stage, before back to Arizona, who was giving her a questioning look, "I'm kind of upset that I missed all of the action," she explained, and was gifted a laughing smile in return.

But Arizona just shook her head, "Don't worry, you didn't miss anything. As you heard, we just won. After the break, I'll be up and competing against the team from Princeton."

She felt like she was unreasonably excited as she bounced onto her tiptoes a nodded quickly, "Really? Great! You look really amazing up there." As soon as the words left her mouth, she felt her cheeks warm a bit again, and she shook her head as Arizona lifted an eyebrow, "I – uh, I just meant that you look really confident and like you know exactly what you're doing." Dark eyes left the amused look on Arizona's face to look over that really, really gorgeous suit again, "Not that you don't look good, in general. This is… a good look for you," she settled even though good was an understatement.

Thankfully, Arizona responded and made her stop from rambling into her next thought about how the blonde also looked good in her cheerleading uniform, her hand reaching out to brush against Callie's which made her shiver, as hers quickly turned to hold the blonde's before she even could think about it, "Come with me to get a water?"

She'd probably follow Arizona anywhere, really, but didn't say anything as she was led back out into the lobby. But Arizona bypassed the vending machine and instead turned them into a dimly lit hallway, before the blonde turned on her heel so quickly, Callie nearly lost her footing, as she was looking over her shoulder, "The vending machine with the water –"

But she was cut off as Arizona's soft hands came up to cup her face gently, and drew her down, lips brushing softly against her own. That effectively cut off any words as well as any stray thoughts Callie had. Her hands fell to Arizona's hips, as the blonde's mouth moved gently over hers.

Her bottom lip was pulled between the blonde's and sucked on lightly, making her expel a shuddering breath as her hands flexed. Somehow, she'd gotten accustomed to this amazing feeling and the way Arizona's lips felt against her own in the short time she'd spent together, but she didn't think she would ever get enough of it.

Then Arizona was pulling back, her hand coming up to cup Callie's jaw as she put a few inches of space between them, though they were still only inches away from one another. The blonde's voice was hardly more than a whisper as her thumb stroked over Callie's warm cheek, "Sorry, I just really needed to do that. Hi," and with that, she moved her hand up a bit to stroke a bit of dark hair that had fallen out of Callie's ponytail back behind her ear.

When Arizona's hand came back damp, she smiled somewhat indulgently Callie thought, and she reached out to take her hand again, "Hi back. But don't give me that look," she narrowed her eyes playfully, "Cristina was already gone by the time I got up and she stole my umbrella."

Glancing around a little bit, she leaned back in, pressing her mouth to Arizona's once more. This time briefly, and just enough for a whisper of contact between them, before pulling away again, and whispering, "And I'm sorry I was late. The power went out and my alarm was a victim."

Honestly, she just enjoyed that this was still happening between them. Of course, their phone calls had been more intimate than they had been before, and there was the occasional suggestive – and slightly more than suggestive – comment, but… it was nice to have this in person connection to make it all still feel real.

But Arizona just shrugged and shook her head, biting her lip before ducking her head for a moment, "I'm really just happy you're here at all. I thought we would just be meeting up later. Especially because when I win the next debate, it'll be guaranteed that I'll be competing tomorrow for the remainder of the competition."

Callie nodded slowly, though she was kind of distracted by the cocky smirk on Arizona's mouth, "When you win, huh?"

She remembered that Arizona had explained that this competition was the top eight mock trial teams in the nation, and for this morning, it would be narrowed down to the top four, who would then compete tomorrow morning.

The blonde just lifted an eyebrow at her, "Callie, you missed the first debate, but I obliterated him. Even before you came in and made him stutter through his last rebuttal," she teased, making Callie groan with embarrassment again, thinking of just a few minutes ago.

"It was supposed to be intermission!" she defended, rolling her eyes, which just made Arizona's grin even wider.

Then the blonde looked over her shoulder, out into the lobby, "Speaking of which, I should probably get backstage again." She hesitated, before looking at Callie through her lashes, "Are you… do you have time to stay for this next debate? It's okay if you can't."

But a slow smile formed on her lips, "Of course I have time. I have to see you obliterate someone, don't I?" she asked, lifting an eyebrow, which just made Arizona smirk again.

She loved it.

As Arizona led them back to the auditorium area, and past the vending machines, she slowed her footsteps, "Didn't you need a water?"

The look the blonde tossed at her over her shoulders, gorgeous eyes framed by those thick lashes, made Callie's heart seem to pause and stutter for several beats in her chest, and it happened again when Arizona's voice dipped, "You're an actress, don't you know a ruse when you see one?"

She stumbled after her as Arizona giggled and tugged her along, before an effervescent smile stole over her own face.

Callie had never been to this type of event before, even when she'd attended her own university for two years. Then again, she supposed that her lack of desire to partake in any activities was just another indicator that the track she'd been on at the time had been completely wrong for her.

That, and the fact that she'd known for a fact that she didn't want to do it.

Shaking her head slightly, to clear those thoughts, she looked up onto the stage and sought out Arizona, and just the sight of the blonde up there made her stomach twist in pride – Arizona was utterly amazing. She wondered if this was anything like what the blonde had felt when she would see her on stage in her show.

Because Arizona hadn't really been exaggerating, Callie found out, when she said she obliterated her opponents. It was clear that these other students had come prepared and organized, just as the blonde had, and they were sound, reasonable arguments.

She was actually a lot more interested and engaged than she had imagined, but… no one compared to Arizona, who looked sounded like she was born to do this, and maybe she was. Callie was pretty sure she would agree to anything Arizona was saying in that confident, self-assured tone.

And at the end of the next two hours of debate, as the blonde's team was declared victorious again – and moving on to the final day of competition – she knew that everyone would buy anything that Arizona was selling.

God, she felt… ridiculously proud, and this time, she clapped a little louder and longer than anyone else, and let out a little whistle, too. It was worth seeing the odd look she received over someone's shoulder in the row in front of her, especially because she could see from her seat the way Arizona blushed under the fluorescent lighting on the stage as she shook hands with the students that she had eviscerated.

Even though she knew she would have to leave soon in order to make it to the theatre on time, she wanted to be able to see Arizona again and congratulate her. And possibly get another kiss for the road, she thought, biting her lip as dark eyes followed the blonde's movements across the stage.

Arizona had her water bottle in her hand, and Callie watched as she tapped the cap against her palm and she nodded with a serious expression on her face at something that one of the boys on her team said.

She kind of loved the way everyone on their team looked to the blonde for her opinion and then seemed to tune into whatever Arizona said to them. She'd seen a taste of this at the cheerleading competition last month, but this seemed… different.

Arizona was in charge in both areas, but this was clearly her element, and she wasn't taken seriously because she was the captain – as Arizona had informed her that there was no official captain her. They just listened to her and deferred to her because this was her thing. And there was something about that, the serious, focused intensity of it, that made Callie's stomach tighten with arousal.

Then the blonde nodded once more and turned to make eye contact with Callie in the crowd, as she made her way off stage, toward Callie's seat once more, asking once she got there, "Well? What did you think?"

Callie couldn't have kept the smile off of her face if she tried, "You were seriously amazing. I'm – well. I didn't know what to expect, but you were better than anything I imagined."

And she saw the way creamy cheeks flushed but a small, pleasured smile bloomed across her lips. Arizona's hands fidgeted for a moment at her sides, as she looked around them, but then she reached them out, entangling her hands with Callie's as she stepped closer once more, "I'm really glad you came."

Biting her lip, dark eyes looked around, and she was mindful that they were in this academic setting, so she leaned in, tilting her head to the side to press an entirely appropriate kiss to Arizona's warm, soft cheek. Her lips came close to the corner of the blonde's mouth, just close enough that the very edges of them brushed and she could feel Arizona's quick exhale against her.

She shivered, but started to pull back, just as the hands around hers tightened slightly and pulled her in, and she found her mouth captured in a light kiss. And the fact that Arizona was initiating it, in front of everyone, made her head spin, despite how soft the touch was.

A throat clearing from behind them was what made them pull apart, Callie jumping from nerves, but Arizona's grip on her hand tightened, but showed no other outward signs of surprise.

Before looking at the people in front of them, she looked down at the blonde, frowning at the look on her face. Blue eyes were clearly shocked, and Callie could feel the way Arizona's entire body practically tensed. Her entire body, shoulders snapping back as if on an unspoken command.

The older couple in front of them was meticulously groomed. Then Callie moved her attention to the people in front of them. The woman – who had been the one to clear her throat – wore a skirt and a button up sweater, completely pressed, and the man wore khakis that she could tell had been ironed, and a sport coat. They looked like the ultimate Stepford couple, and she guessed who they were even before Arizona said, "Mom. Dad."

Arizona's greeting could hardly be called as such, but Callie was preoccupied with wondering if she should drop Arizona's hand or not. Because she really didn't know much about the blonde and her relationship with her parents – nothing except for what she'd told her the night she'd told her all about Tim – but it obviously wasn't a close bond. She decided to keep her grip loose, so Arizona knew that she could drop it if she wanted to.

But she didn't, as her eyebrows drew down low in confusion and she asked, "What are you doing here?"

Both of their gazes looked at their joined hands, but neither of her parents seemed phased – Callie really didn't even know if they knew Arizona was gay; it suddenly seemed like something they should have talked about.

Her mother spoke first, "You told your father on the phone a few weeks ago that you would be attending your finals here. We are going to attend a conference, and watching your victory was on the way."

The words were barely out of her mouth before both of the older people were looking at Callie pointedly, and she could feel herself blushing. She already knew she would be stuttering over her words as she cleared her throat, "I'm – I – my name is Callie," she finished lamely, before offering her hand.

Arizona's father shook it, slowly, "Daniel Robbins."

Then her mother, "Barbara," she supplied, and looked between the two, "I couldn't help but notice that you were not on the stage for the competition." But at the look on her face, Callie felt like she remembered her embarrassing late entrance from earlier.

Arizona grit her teeth, and Callie could see the way her jaw clenched, but she simply nodded, "I'm – no, I'm not in mock-trial. I'm not a student. I just came to see…" she trailed off, and squeezed Arizona's hand, which seemed to draw everyone's attention.

Finally, Arizona spoke again, "Callie is my girlfriend."

Neither parent seemed surprised – and Callie kind of wondered if either of them displayed any emotions, ever. And it was only then that it hit her that Arizona referred to her as her girlfriend! Breath left her lungs in a quiet gasp, and she could feel herself smile softly, even though, god, she so didn't picture this circumstance.

She hadn't pictured this happening in the near future at all. Because as much as she'd wanted it, Arizona had seemed to need to think on the whole labeling matter.

"Yes, well, that much was obvious," Daniel's voice was low, and his gaze was unwavering. Now, Arizona did flush, and Callie imagined the way they'd seen them kissing. She would probably be blushing herself, if… well, if she wasn't still caught up by the fact that Arizona had just referred to her as her girlfriend. The stern man just continued, "Well, if you aren't busy, Arizona, we would like to take you to a late lunch, perhaps."

The fact that they singled out Arizona in that invitation was clear as day, and Callie's eyes widened in surprise at the fact that there were people who were so good at that – at saying things in that tone and being rude without being rude at the same time.

Then again, her parents had been somewhat adept in that matter themselves.

A few seconds beat by before Arizona nodded tightly. Even then, she looked up at Callie in apology, "Yes, that would be fine. I just have to get some stuff from backstage."

Without another word, she turned and led Callie through a row of seats and out a side door, towards where Callie presumed her belongings were. But her mind was still racing, as she thought of the interaction and the fact that Arizona called her her girlfriend.

The blonde was still so tense, though, and it had been a while since Callie had seen her like this. Shoulders so tense that she thought Arizona might just break, and she tentatively lifted her hand to her shoulders as they came to a pause in an empty room. She bit her lip and waited for a few moments before saying, "I take it you didn't expect them."

And then she cringed because obviously Arizona hadn't been expecting them! That had already been established. Clearly.

But Arizona took in a deep breath and didn't snap at her or anything, and Callie took that as a good sign. So, she reached up and dipped her hands over the blonde's slim shoulders, rubbing massaging her a bit. It took a few moments, but after a deep breath, she let some of the tension leak away, leaning against Callie's touch.

Those wisps of blonde hair swayed lightly as she shook her head, "No." Arizona sighed, and rolled her eyes, which kind of made Callie relieved, because she'd honestly had no idea how the blonde would be reacting to this, as she continued, "But I'm also not shocked. They do this," she explained, and her voice wasn't nearly as strained as Callie would have suspected.

She gestured in the air with her hand, as if to encompass what the this she was referring to meant, and Callie lifted an eyebrow, asking, "This? As in… show up out of the blue just to check up on you and make sure that you're…" she licked her lips in thought, remembering Arizona's mother's word, "… victorious in your endeavors?"

An unexpected smile flashed across the blonde's face, as she scoffed, but nodded in affirmation.

Which made Callie smile softly, but her voice was still soft as she ventured to ask, "Okay. Are you… going to be okay?" and dark eyes watched Arizona's face for any signs of emotional withdrawal or anxiety.

But instead, Arizona's shoulders slumped a bit as the rest of her tension seeped away and the smile on her face slipped into a soft, sweet one that Callie felt like was reserved for her, "I'll be fine. We will have lunch and they'll be on their way. I was just surprised by them; I prefer when they give me some notice."

Callie nodded, and moved her hands slightly so her fingers could lightly toy with the soft locks of blonde hair that had fallen out of her braid. She licked her lips slowly, mulling around her thoughts before asking, "Did they already know about you? Liking girls?"

Arizona leaned slightly back into her touch and nodded, "I told them in a very short discussion a few years ago." She shrugged, "It's not ideal for them, but as long as it didn't change anything or detract from my goals, they don't really care about much else."

Callie nodded slowly and she was glad that Arizona really didn't seem upset or disturbed by that, but also… kind of sad about it. But she didn't want her to dwell on it, in case it brought up bad memories, so she lightly tugged on her hair, and teased, "I don't really think that they like me." Even though, well, it wasn't entirely teasing because she was pretty sure it was just the truth.

Arizona's eyebrows raised comically before she shook her head, "Believe me when I say this – that is just how they always are. With everyone."

Callie's eyes widened, but she didn't say anything before Arizona cleared her throat and spoke again, softly, as her hands came up to loop through the belt loops on Callie's jeans, "Do you…" she trailed off and bit her lip, looking up into dark eyes, "Can I see you later?"

Her quick, answering laugh startled them both a little bit, before she explained, "I'll be upset if you don't come to see me later. I – you're here for the night, right? Where are you staying?"

Because even though they'd known she'd be coming for the weekend, they hadn't discussed it farther or ironed out exact plans. Other than… they knew that they were going to see each other.

"We have a hotel room," Arizona's voice dipped as she shrugged, then blue eyes rolled, "But I share it."

Callie's eyebrows lifted as she bit her lip, "Wouldn't it be nice if you knew someone who lived in the city, who happened to have a bed that you could share with her?"

Blue eyes grinned up into hers as her voice dipped suggestively, doing that thing to Callie's stomach again, "Mhmm, that would be great."

Her hands froze from playing with those soft locks of hair, and a few seconds of silence slid between them as she cleared her throat lightly, "It would be great if the bed belonged to your, uh, girlfriend?" She asked the question and her breath held in her chest, just waiting.

And then Arizona looked up at her through her eyelashes, blue eyes imploring, "Is that not something you want?"

"No, it is! It is," she assured, her stomach fluttering like crazy as she nodded quickly, "I just didn't think it was something that, well, you would want." Had that sounded wrong? She thought it might have sounded wrong.

Apparently it didn't matter because Arizona nodded slowly while biting her lip, "I do, because I wouldn't have said it otherwise. And it's been something I've been thinking about for the last couple of weeks." Then she sighed, shoulders shrugging lightly under Callie's wrists, "But… there are some things we need to talk about. Just, you know, later. Because my parents…" she trailed off and tilted her head.

And Callie nodded trying to tamp down her excitement. Because that hadn't just been something Arizona had said but not meant – then again, she didn't know why it would be, because so far from what she'd known of the blonde, she meant basically everything she said, "I should go, anyway. I have to get to the theatre for the matinee."

Arizona nodded, and the fingers she'd had looped in Callie's pants disengaged, but before she could really move away, Callie's hands pressed her closer as she leaned down. Soft, full lips captured Arizona's, reveling in the softness, closing her eyes at it.

And then she tilted her head slightly, taking Arizona's top lip between hers, and sucking gently, while her hands lightly scratched at their perch on Arizona's neck. She could feel her girlfriend –that really wasn't going to get old – shiver against her, before reluctantly pulling back.

Before she could move more than a few inches away, she cupped Arizona's jaw, "You were really outstanding today."

Blue eyes rolled, but she could tell that Arizona was pleased with the comment.

Neither of them moved for a few more seconds, and Callie felt a feeling – nerves? Anticipation? She wasn't sure – slither into her stomach, and she whispered, "Arizona, the whole girlfriend thing… you can tell me if you aren't ready for the label of it all yet." But you have to tell me now, she silently implored.

But Arizona just took a deep breath and shook her head, tilting her head up to look at Callie, "I think that we kind of already were girlfriends. I mean – I have… deep feelings for you, I don't want to be with anyone else. I actually like to make time for you in my life, because you make my days better. And I think that's what you feel about me…?"

Callie nodded quickly, as her heart beat quickly in her chest at the blonde's words, "You know it is."

"Then, we already are what we are. Why not just call it what it is?" Arizona said, her voice so soft it seemed to float pleasantly into Callie's ears, and she felt her chest get all warm.

So, she bent to press another kiss, this time even quicker – because neither of them had the time to get wrapped up in each other, not to mention this definitely wasn't the place. Her lips still brushed against the blonde's, eliciting excited butterflies in her stomach as she whispered, "Okay. Girlfriend." With a small sigh, she pulled away, and her fingertips slid against the soft skin of Arizona's neck, enjoying the goosebumps that came over her, as she pulled back, "So, whenever you're free, just come by the apartment or the theatre – wherever."

She kind of loved that she could say that and they were at this point where it was natural to say it, and Arizona nodded and stepped back, starting towards where the briefcase she'd given her was on the table. A soft dimpled smile was tossed over her shoulder, "I'll see you soon."

With a little wave, Callie turned to go, and barely resisted pumping her first into the air from excitement, even as she rushed through the rain to the theatre. The rain couldn't possibly bring her down now.

As soon as she arrived at the theatre – a couple of minutes later than she should have been, but that wasn't bringing her down, either – she headed for Addison's dressing room rather than her own. She threw open the door with no regard for what she could have possibly been walking in on. Which was a dangerous move on her part, but she couldn't bring herself to particularly care.

Because, dripping head to toe from the rain outside, she felt like she was walking on cloud nine, as she announced, "I have a girlfriend!"

The redhead, thankfully not engaged in any promiscuous activities, promptly called back from her clothing rack, "It's about damn time!"

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