Callie's mind was still somewhat in a haze – a sleepy, utterly relaxed, completely satisfied haze – as she and Arizona cuddled as closely as they could on her couch. She wasn't entirely sure of how much time had gone by since Arizona had asked her to attend her graduation, but since then, a silence had fallen over them, the only sound that could be heard was the downpour from outside as it tapped against the window.

It was calming.

In fact, Callie didn't think she had ever felt this feeling. This ridiculously relaxed and just happy. In her teenage high school years, she was never actually happy to just be. Because she was the weird girl, the one who sat in the back of the class and would draw on her jeans after she finished the work early. The girl who had no friends and ate lunch in the library, listening to Broadway soundtracks quietly on her headphones.

Then in college, when she actually did feel like she had the freedom to be away from people who bullied her and out of her parents' house, the parents who most certainly did not understand her, she'd grown a little bit, and found some friends, dated a little bit.

But she'd been so discontent there with the major she was forced into taking by her parents that it was hard to actually feel fully happy. And upon first living in the city, in that shithole apartment and struggling as a waitress, when she'd never even worked before, she definitely hadn't been happy.

Living with Cristina in the year before meeting Arizona and Addison, while auditioning for shows, and finding her footing in the city was the best her life had been before. Sure, she was lonely, but she was… content.

But this? She had actually gotten a role in a musical that was doing outstandingly well, and she herself had been called a star. She'd formed an extremely close friendship with Addison, and was even becoming friends with Cristina – which, at one point, she had regarded as near impossible.

What made it all complete was the feeling she had inside of her chest right now. It was like if the world stopped outside, she wouldn't care… she wouldn't even notice.

Without having to lift her head, because they had bunched up some of their clothes to provide her a pillow, she had the perfect view of Arizona's profile, as the blonde rested with her face on her shoulder. Just looking at her like this, blonde hair beautifully disheveled and all wavy as it fell to her shoulders, her face still flushed…

It made Callie's stomach tingle and a smile play on her mouth, as she ran her hand up Arizona's side under the thin throw blanket she'd kept there. The blonde's skin was so damn smooth under her touch. Her grin grew even wider when she felt Arizona shiver against her.

God, she couldn't even believe they were here like this. In here like this, and she couldn't help but laugh, slightly moving Arizona underneath her as her body shook in quiet chuckles. She tried to make herself stop – because for all she knew, Arizona had actually been able to doze off – but then Arizona's hand lightly scratched at her hip and cut off her laughter as it sent a pleasant shock through her.

And Arizona's voice was low the way and kind of grumpy the way she'd become very familiar with it being when she was about ready to fall asleep, "What's so funny?"

Still smiling, Callie lightly tapped her heels against the end of the couch. It was too short for her to fit on it properly – Arizona was doing fine because her legs were curled around Callie's. But hers stuck out from the blanket and were balanced on the armrest, "I was just thinking that… it's fate that this happened here."

She anticipated the small groan that Arizona let out before it even happened. Then Arizona sighed and shifted a bit so that she could prop up her chin to rest on her hand and look at Callie, her eyebrow lifting, "Mhmm and pray tell, Callie, why is this so-called fate?"

"Because! The first day we ever met, I was on my way here. Not even just to the theatre, but I was in this very dressing room," she waved her hand lazily in the direction of her vanity, "I sat right there and I told Addison about this stranger that I ran into on the sidewalk, and then spilled coffee all over myself."

Arizona rolled her eyes even though a grin tugged on her lips, "I still fail to see how this relates to fate, but do tell me more about this stranger you ran in to on the sidewalk."

Exasperated, she rolled her eyes in return, but then brought them back, slowly roving over Arizona's face, taking in her smooth, dimpled cheeks, before meeting her gaze. The sheer indescribable blue of them made her just want to stop and stare, especially now as they were slightly hooded and cloudy from sleep and sex. Her voice unintentionally dropped to a whisper, "The first thing I noticed were your eyes."

The blonde's eyebrows lifted, but before she could say anything, Callie continued with a teasing smile, "I mean, I did knock you backwards and your head hit the ground, so I was really concerned that you weren't going to open them. But then when you did…" she trailed off, and shook her head, but refused to look away, "Just the intensity of your gaze and the color of your eyes kind of blew my mind."

If she wasn't mistaken – and she wasn't – there was a small flush breaking out over Arizona's cheeks as she ducked her head slightly, "When I found out that it was you – that Callie Torres was sidewalk girl and bar girl from that night, I was shocked," she admitted in a small voice.

A tan shoulder lightly nudged her as she bit her lip for a few moments, before nodding, "I was, too." Dark hair fanned out a bit as she kicked her head back against the bunched up shirts, "Later that night, when you bumped into me, I couldn't stop thinking about your smile," she murmured.

Her hand came up to trace her fingers over Arizona's blushing cheek lightly, enjoying the way she could lightly dip the tip of her finger into that cute little dimple, before Arizona shook her head, "You ran into me at the club that night, while I was wearing a short, tight dress and all you thought about was my smile?"

Her teasing tone came out as genuinely questioning, and Callie nodded, still tracing her fingers up over her cheek because… well, because she could, "Yeah. I mean. God, you looked really good in that dress, and I noticed that, of course," of their own accord, her eyes drifted lower and looked at the tops of those gorgeous firm breasts that were hidden just under the edge of the blanket.

Then she cleared her throat to gather her thoughts again before continuing, enjoying Arizona's slightly lascivious look, "But… all I could think about was your smile. It was like the sun was bottled up and shone when you smiled," she admitted in a whisper, feeling herself blush now.

Because that had to have sounded as silly out loud as it did in her head.

But in response, Arizona dipped her head down, and Callie felt those soft lips press against hers. She kissed her slowly, brushing her lips back and forth for a moment, making butterflies erupt in Callie's stomach before the blonde deepened the kiss. Her tongue swiped over Callie's bottom lip, then touched her tongue, but before it could go any farther, Arizona sighed and pulled back.

Just far enough so that Callie could see how ridiculously long her eyelashes were, and she could still feel warm breaths against her cheek as Arizona whispered, "When I first opened by eyes on the sidewalk, I thought…" she broke off and shook her head, and Callie could feel the way her fingers slid down her hip so that they could lightly flex against the fabric of the couch under them.

Which made her desperate to know, so she leaned back just a bit, running her eyes up and down her face, "What? You thought what?" Because as far as she remembered, she was just relieved that she hadn't fully concussed the beautiful blonde outside of the bookshop.

Arizona huffed out a breath, "For just a second, when I opened my eyes after you knocked me on the ground and I hit my head," she prefaced, making dark eyes roll again in amusement, before Arizona mumbled, "I thought you were an angel. Just for a second when I was nearly concussed."

But her qualifying words didn't do anything to stop the warmth that encased Callie's chest, and her smile grew so big that she thought it might be taking over her face, "Really? That's… that's something really went through your logical mind?"

God, she had butterflies again. She should have known that there would always be scenarios in which Arizona would keep giving her butterflies.

"It was just for a second," the blonde whispered from embarrassment again, "And then I realized that couldn't be real life." Then she released a sigh and pulled back just a bit so she could look down at Callie, who just brought her hand up again and stroked her cheek again.

If someone had told her two months ago that she would be able to have Arizona like this… Arizona Robbins who was all driven and focused and serious, was laying here with her, after they had just had the most incredible sex in the world, telling her that for even a second, she thought she was an angel.

Okay, this was probably the best moment of her life.

Kind of giddy, she leaned up and peppered soft kisses on the blonde's lips, and then on her cheeks and chin, too, murmuring, "You are the sweetest girl. It's hidden underneath all of your I will obliterate the competition attitude most of the time, but I like that I get to see it."

Even though her cheeks were still flushed, she was grinning now, softly, and Arizona shook her head, "Now you have to tell me something embarrassing about you."

Eyebrows moved up on her forehead in confusion, "I don't think that's the way these exchanges work. You say something that embarrasses you and I give you kisses."

The hard look she was met with – with kind of a pout, jesus, she didn't know if she would survive this woman – was so Arizona that it made her smile even more, "I got to kiss you anyway."

And only because she could see that Arizona saying what she'd said about the first time they'd seen each other had really embarrassed her, she sighed and leaned her head back, wracking her brain for what she could – oh. There was always that, she reasoned, catching her bottom lip between her teeth, and then releasing it on another sigh, "Okay. Well. There is one thing."

She could tell that Arizona's interest was piqued in the way she tilted her head, "Do go on."

Tan fingers stroked down Arizona's back, then up again before she turned to look at Arizona face-to-face so that they were only inches apart, "You have to know that this is something that I thought I left behind after teasing in high school." And she could tell by the way her eyebrows furrowed that she was taking this seriously, so Callie continued, "My name – my full name – isn't Callie. It's Calliope."

But then there was no response, and it was as if Arizona was waiting for more. Which was confirmed when she shook her head, "Is – is that it?"

"Is that it?" she mimicked, her mouth falling open, "Arizona! I was made fun of for that until college where I finally could just introduce myself as Callie!"

"But I like it," Arizona nodded, seriously, "It's unique and beautiful; I think it suits you. Calliope," she added, with a smile that made Callie groan.

She brought her hand up to cover her face, "Arizona, no."

Then the smile that had been showing off those dimples faded, and her mouth fell open into an offended look, "I didn't even know my own girlfriend's name!"

Callie could tell by the way her eyes shined back at her that she was joking, and it just made her turn her head away, "My name for all intents and purposes is Callie. It says it on all my bills I have proof." Then what Arizona had said caught her attention, "Wait. You said earlier today that we had to talk about some things that came along with being girlfriends."

She got gradually quieter as the words came out, because… well, she was kind of nervous. Arizona had reassured her that this was for real, and it was actually happening, but she didn't know what else there was on her mind.

The teasing grin that had fallen over Arizona's lips slipped just slightly, but it was still there in a hint, "I just meant, well, I want to know what this means for you."

It was a statement, but Callie could hear the question in her tone and see it in blue eyes as they searched hers. And she bit her lip in thought because she didn't know exactly what the answer to that was for her, "I – it means…" she trailed off and licked her lips, shaking her head for just a moment trying to search for the words she wanted, "It means that I was really lonely before you came into my life and you make my happier. And that I want to keep this feeling," she said, gesturing to them.

Before she realized that they were still naked, and the blonde raised her eyebrow in a teasing question, which made Callie blush and shake her head quickly, "Not like – I mean, yes like this," she clarified, her hand unintentionally stroking down Arizona's bare hip, "But also, this." And the best she could do for that was to gesture back and forth between their chests. Then she groaned at herself, "I'm not good at this. What about you? What are your intentions?"

As soon as the words came out of her mouth, she reached up and covered her face with both hands, because what was wrong with her? Jesus.

She could hear Arizona's laughter and feel the way her body shook against her with it. It was comforting, but barely enough to stop her from hitting herself in the forehead, because she seriously just asked her girlfriend what her intentions were with her.

Arizona cleared her throat her voice dropping to a serious, almost sickeningly sweet tone, "Well, sir, I intend to take Calliope out to the movies and we'll be home by midnight after some necking in my car."

Dark eyes narrowed at her in a glare as Callie pulled her hands away briefly, but couldn't help the laugh that bubbled up in her throat, "Shut up."

Then one of those soft, pale hands came up to hold hers, gently pulling them down so that they rested on Callie's stomach, intertwined, "All joking aside – I mean what I told you before. I really just love being able to spend time with you and making time for you. I've never really enjoyed putting off my schedule or other plans for someone before. But with you… it's nice," she finished, her voice near a whisper as she toyed with Callie's fingers.

The warm, fluttering feeling in her stomach was almost too intense, and it built up to start to swirl around her heart again, making it beat faster. For a few moments, her throat felt almost too constricted to breathe as she took Arizona in, laying there against her. Swallowing thickly, she stroked her thumb down Arizona's palm.

Looking up at her, dark eyes blinked a few times, "So, what else did you want to talk about, then?"

There came the small sigh that she had been anticipating, but she didn't move their hands or her body, "Not everything is just about that, you know? I want to be with you. But like actually be with you. The way things are the way they are now, seeing each other on some weekends and our phone calls, we can work with that, but I mean," she paused and took a deep breath, and Callie could tell this wasn't going as smoothly as she wanted, by the way Arizona's fingers flexed in hers.

Callie squeezed her hand slightly and then kind of thought herself a little stupid because she really hadn't been thinking of the future or logistics. She spoke slowly, "I mean, you graduate in a month. And you had your interview for Columbia, which – I'm sure you'll get in. So you'll be here in the city?"

She could hear the hopeful tone in her voice, and she couldn't deny it was there. But maybe that was too easy? Maybe it was way too easy for things to work out like that?

"The only other place I applied was Stanford," Arizona admitted, before finally lifting her gaze away from their hands so she could meet Callie's eyes.

And she couldn't deny that she was surprised, "I had no idea you were even interested in going there. You never mentioned it."

Arizona shrugged, and it seemed a little defeated, "I'm not, really. My mother went there, so she really wanted me to apply. It wasn't something I was totally against, but… I'd rather be here. Especially now."

A pleasant warmth seemed to tingle all around her and Callie brought up one of her hands, the other still entangled with the blonde's, so she could cup Arizona's face, bringing her down so that she could brush a soft kiss over her lips, "I want you here, too. But… if it comes to Stanford – which I doubt," because, really, Arizona was kind of exactly what a school was looking for in a prospective student, right? "Then, we'll deal with it. Live in the moment," she added with a grin.

Because she knew that wasn't really a concept that Arizona was familiar with or did regularly, probably ever. She knew it even before Arizona's eyebrows drew up high on her forehead and she looked at her skeptically.

"Live in the moment? I don't know if you know this about me… but living in the moment isn't really something I do very often," she whispered, and Callie was sure it sounded teasing but she couldn't really focus when Arizona leaned in to press another kiss onto her bottom lip, only pulling back a couple of inches.

Sliding her hand so she was no longer cupping her face, but instead tunneling her fingers into tousled blonde locks, she leaned back just enough to look at her, lifting an eyebrow, "It's kind of something like this."

She pulled Arizona back into her, mouth opening as soon as their lips met, her tongue sliding against Arizona's as it came to meet her. God, she was positive that tasting Arizona was the best thing, and she started to shift a bit, enough to pull Arizona down on top of her.

Before the door jimmied open, and Addison's voice was loud and very familiar to Callie on a day-to-day basis of the redhead bursting in. But never in a situation like this, and she was so surprised that she pulled away from Arizona so fast, her head slammed against the armrest of the couch, "Jesus!"

Arizona's mirroring squeak as she grasped at the blanket and pulled it up over them did nothing to deter Addison who looked like she was on a mission as she was stripping off her wet jacket, "Cal, honestly, you wouldn't believe what happened. And since when do you try to lock your door? You know that these locks haven't been new in years, if you turn the knob the right way and hit it with your hip, you – oh!"

Addison's eyes widened in shock as she took them in, Callie glaring while Arizona basically hid her face against Callie's shoulder, and then a smirk took over her features and she nodded, "Don't worry, women, we all have the same parts. But, well, continue. I mean, continue if you can be quick about it, because basically everyone is back to start preparing for the next show, and we have to be out there in like," she checked her watch, and then ran a hand through her hair as if she wasn't standing in the same room with Callie and Arizona naked under the blanket two feet away, "Eight minutes. Have fun," she added, with a wink, before turning on her heel and striding back out of the door she'd opened only moments ago, slamming it shut.

Callie let out a deep breath that she hadn't realized she'd been holding since they'd been interrupted. She didn't know whether to groan in frustration or laugh because… of course this happened.

Then Arizona cleared her throat and looked up at her, an adorable blush clear on her cheeks, "Okay. Well… we have less than ten minutes before you need to be fully clothes and out the door. Why don't we save this for later?" she suggested, before slowly walking her fingers up Callie's hip, making her shiver, then actually groan.

"Yes. You're right. Later," she blew out her breath in a sigh, and then was just kind of annoyed at herself, because time had really flown by.

She could only really move when Arizona shifted herself away and due to the lack of body warmth coming from that seriously amazing body, she pushed herself away, her legs hanging over the edge of the couch as she stretched up, feeling her back pop into place. That couch really was uncomfortable.

But it had all felt so good, so she really couldn't complain. She stood and lazily started pulling on the clothes she needed for their run through on stage. Her limbs felt the best kind of heaviness – that only came from having such good fucking sex.

And she really didn't want to have to leave Arizona, but she sighed and turned to look at her, biting her lip as she watched Arizona pull up those dress pants. That barely tampered down arousal that was in her stomach was coming back quickly just from watching slim hips shimmy like that.

Quickly shaking her head and snapping herself out of it, she cleared her throat, "So, I'll see you at the apartment? Cristina's there, and she knows you're coming today."

Dark eyes trailed Arizona's movements as the blonde looked around for her shirt, before she stopped to look at her, "I – yeah. I'm staying with you tonight, but maybe – I don't know if it's allowed, but I was thinking I could stay here and wait for you? And we could walk back together?"

That feeling came back and hit her like a truck, her smile returning full force, "That sounds good."

She could have spent all day in here with Arizona. If only she didn't have her job to do, she reminded herself, kicking into gear and looking through her clothing rack for the shirt she needed.

Arizona sighed from behind her as her phone chimed, and Callie looked over her shoulder as Arizona ran her eyes over the texts. As if she could sense her gaze, Arizona shook her head with a small, exasperated laugh, "It's April. She's – she wants to know what's going on with something for this dance that's happening in a few weeks."

Aha – she found the shirt, and as she pulled it off the rack, she frowned as she thought back to their conversations recently, "A dance? For what?"

A dismissive wave came from Arizona, "It's – it's for the sorority, in a couple of weeks. Every year, there's a spring ball, and April has thrown her back out to make sure it all comes together this year."

She pulled on the top, biting her lip, "A spring ball for your sorority? Are… you going?" she asked, the words slowly leaving her mouth, because she was trying not to feel a little putout that Arizona hadn't told her about it.

Blue eyes met hers, and Arizona seemed to hesitate before she nodded, "I mean, I'm kind of the president," she had a tiny self-deprecating grin on her lips as she shrugged.

"And will you… be bringing a date to said dance?" she hedged, keeping as casual as she thought she could pull off and scooping her hair up into a ponytail.

Arizona tossed her phone onto the couch before taking a few steps closer, "Well, I had been planning on going alone. Because I figured, I already asked you to go to my graduation, and that means you'll have to take a day off of work. And this would mean taking another show off, so quickly… I don't want to be the reason you're not here."

Quirking her eyebrow, she couldn't deny that she felt relieved at the words, but then she shook her head, "What would you say if I said that I am allowed to take shows off?" Because she knew Arizona and she knew that the blonde's work ethic was kind of out of this world, she added on, "And what if I told you that I've never been to any sort of formal dance before, and that I would kind of really like to be your date. If you're comfortable with that," she added quietly.

And the slow smile that worked it's way across Arizona's face, revealing her dimples nearly destroyed her, "Then I would say that I would really like for you to come to the spring ball and be my date."

Excitement ran through her and she grinned happily, before ducking to capture her lips in a kiss. It was too brief, just enough for her to feel the softness of her mouth against her own, before she pulled back with a sigh, "However, this is a show that I have to do."

A small giggle escaped Arizona and she nodded, urging Callie to go, "You'll be amazing."

She threw her one last smile before making her way out the door and practically running into Addison, who lifted her eyebrows, "Wow! You still had like three minutes. She must really be good."

Confused, she looked back and forth from between her door a few feet away and her friend, "She is – but that's not… Do we need to have a boundary talk?"

The redhead rolled her eyes, "As if it would work. Listen, I was humming to myself so that I wouldn't hear anything. I did burst in on you for a reason, you know." She looked around, before lowering her mouth so she was whispering into Callie's ear, "Don't spread the word, but a little birdie told me Richard is in the talks with the Avery Company about getting us moved to Broadway."

Even more excitement shot through her, and she couldn't help but bounce on her feet, "Really?"

"Really," Addison confirmed, "God, it's going to be amazing."

Trying not to get her hopes up, she nodded, before thinking about the conversation she'd just had with Arizona, "Hey. How much do you know about formal dances? Like, if I was going to one for Arizona's sorority, what kind of dress should I wear?"

A slow smile spread across her friend's face, "Wow. You two are actually going to prom."

And she wanted to glare or roll her eyes, but there was no way. Because nothing was bringing her down today.

Please let me know what you think! All of your comments and feedback are very much loved and appreciated. Thank you so much for leaving, and sorry for the slight delay. I should also tell you (not to be a downer) that this story is coming to an end very soon! Within a few chapters, actually. I just wanted to give a little heads up!