Walking next to an extremely stressed out and wired April could have two effects on Arizona – the first was that she herself would become stressed out and wired, and the second was that it allowed her own stress to slide onto the backburner so that she could deal with whatever problem was stressing her friend out.

Currently, her stress level about this particular event was low. Luckily for the two of them, she thought, only slightly amused as April's hands wrung together tightly in front of her, "But the DJ hasn't gotten in touch with us since last night's confirmation, despite the fact that I texted him this morning," she rushed out as they passed the booth where said DJ would be performing tonight.

Eyebrows lowering slightly in confusion, she shook her head, "Didn't you say that the DJ was Kevin, from Kappa Sigma?" she questioned.

April nodded quickly, rolling her eyes slightly as she waved her hands, "We owed him a favor after that thing during Greek Week, and he's supposed to be great."

Arizona shifted slightly so that the clipboard checklist she was carrying was tucked beneath her arm, so she could place both of her hands on April's shoulders, "I'm not questioning the choice. I am saying, however, that they had a party last night that didn't end until almost five this morning. So, if Kevin was there…" she trailed off, and gestured at her watch, as she saw the realization light up April's face.

"He's probably still sleeping. Damn it. He's supposed to be here to set up and do a sound check in less than an hour! We're on a schedule here," April's voice grew a little louder as she pointed at the clipboard Arizona was holding that held the schedule in question.

The blonde nodded and gave her friend one last pat on her shoulders as if it would help calm her down, before looking back at the array of girls that were on this little party committee, who had joined April for last-minute double checking and preparations. When she saw Monica, a younger girl from the sorority, she nodded in satisfaction, "Take a deep breath. Monica's boyfriend is also in Kappa Sigma; when we finish with the checklist, just ask her to get her boyfriend to contact Kevin. They both live in the house. It'll be fine."

April heeded her advice and took that deep breath before releasing it slowly through her nose, "Okay. Right. Now, what's next on the list?"

Arizona shifted again, pulling out the checklist and running her pen down the side of the paper where nearly everything was already checked, and they were finally nearing the bottom of the second page before her eyes landed on her own name. Quirking her eyebrow, she looked up at her, "Apparently, I am."

For just a second, April looked just as confused as she was, before she shook her head, and a smile popped up, "Oh, that's there as a reminder for you to pick up Callie and not to let you stay here too late helping me stay sane."

Chuckling just a bit and unavoidably getting that slight thrilled feeling when April mentioned the fact that Callie was going to be visiting, she nudged their shoulders, before skimming her eyes back over the list, "Well, everything looks like it's in order, and I can't imagine anything else that you could possibly be forgetting. And you know if I say that, it's all taken care of."

Then she reached out for the clipboard, "That's true. If you haven't found a detail I could have possibly overlooked, then it should be airtight." Then her hand paused and a small smile quirked up her lips, "And look how these roles have reversed. You, holding a clipboard and marking things down for me."

Blue eyes rolled, but she couldn't help but smile, "You're the VP, Apes. What you say goes. After me, of course," she tossed a wink at April, enjoying the way her friend groaned, and took the clipboard from her.

But instead of running her eyes down the checklist, she sighed a bit and tilted her head back, "You're... different," she observed.

Arms free now, she paused for a moment before wrapping her arms around her own waist, "What do you mean?"

"Just, in the last few weeks you seem different. Looser, maybe. Happier," she commented, even as she frowned, "Happier even though finals are coming up, and less stressed out than I've ever seen you, and I've seen you for every final month of school since we've been in college."

Before Arizona could say anything, a voice from behind them – Jo's, she recognized it as – spoke up, "She's right. You've been smiling more."

She hadn't realized that the group of sorority sisters who had been diligently working on their assigned tasks had also finished and had gathered around them, and she felt herself flushing just a bit, "I didn't realize I've been any different."

April tilted her head slightly and then tapped her fingers against the clipboard, "Since your last weekend in New York! With mock trial," and Arizona saw the very moment that the dawning of knowledge crashed over April, and she smiled widely, "I get it."

"You so got laid!" Lucy called.

And Arizona's cheeks heated – annoyingly – and even though she was extremely far removed from discussing her sex life with anyone aside from Callie, she figured that if she tried to deny it at this point, she would just get needled more, so she drew her shoulders up straight and tall, narrowing her eyes just a bit at April for bringing this on, "I should go."

Because she really did have to pick up Callie from the train station, and not having this conversation with the girls would be much more preferable than having it.

"She definitely did," she could hear Stephanie murmur to Jo, and she took a deep breath, because of course.

Now she was in the middle of the girls, in a similar situation that she'd found herself in a month ago, when they had been rallying to support her, and Lucy was the first to ask, "You picked a lady up in the city? I didn't realize you had it in you."

Blue eyes narrowed, and her eyebrows drew together in offense, "No, I didn't just pick up a woman in the city. I –" she cut herself off with a deep breath, and made brief eye contact with April, who was giving her an apologetic look, but she just shrugged and blew out a breath. Because Callie was coming here tonight as her date – the girls would have found out then, anyway, "I have a girlfriend. She lives in New York."

"You have a secret girlfriend?" Jo asked, and her interested surprise matched everyone else's.

Arizona couldn't even be offended, though, because she had purposefully spent so much of her time keeping her life on the down-low, "She isn't a secret. You guys know that I'm a private person," she added on, and that was very true, so everyone nodded.

Lucy was the first to speak, "Well, when do we get to meet her? How long have you been dating? She needs to pass the test." When Arizona just stared at her dully, the other blonde gave her a duh look, "Whether or not she's good enough for our president."

She reached up and rubbed her hands over her face, a small laugh working its way out, "God. She – she's great. Trust me. And when she comes here tonight for the dance, none of you are allowed to interrogate her," she finished with a stern glare that she knew made it look like she meant business.

And she did. This was the first real function she was going to with Callie, and she didn't need her over-interested sorority sisters jumping at the bit to scare her. Before anyone could say anything else, she looked down at her watch, not even looking at the time, really, before shaking her head, "Look at that. I've got to go pick her up. I'll see you later!"

She hardly got a few steps away before she heard several sounds of footsteps following her, and when she turned, she saw Jo, Stephanie, and Lucy quick on her heels. Giving them a questioning look, they gave her small, tentative smiles in response as Lucy spoke for them, "Jen was our ride, and she left early. April's car can't fit everyone," she gestured over her shoulder to where the rest of the girls were standing with April.

And this was a moment where she regretted the fact that she was responsible for everyone, because she did view it as her duty to make sure her girls would have transportation and get back safely – damn it.

Sighing, she nodded, "Okay. You can come with me, but no interrogating Callie when she gets into the car. And all of you will squeeze into the backseat when she arrives."

She didn't trust the smirking nods that they gave her in response, but what else could she do?

Arizona had never picked anyone up from the train station before, and the waiting made her feel slightly impatient. Which was honestly a little ridiculous considering she was typically very patient when it came to most aspects of her life. Callie had texted her a few hours ago to say that she had just caught the train after her matinee, which meant she would be there on time.

Which was good – it was great, actually. Because that meant that they would have more than enough time to take so that they wouldn't have to rush around before going to the dance.

She sighed as she waited, trying to look above the heads of the people who were embarking from the latest train that was still emptying, and her mind wouldn't stop running over her to-do list, even as she skimmed her eyes over the faces of the people, trying to sight her girlfriend in their midst.

The plane to California for cheerleading finals was leaving tomorrow morning, and she and her squad would be there for a couple of days. Which made her feel conflicting emotions, because she couldn't wait to kick ass, and she was confident in the team and that they would be amazing. But at the same time, her last ever finals for undergrad were coming up in ten days, and she needed to study.

Then, of course, was the matter of graduation and the speech she still had to continue to write. Arizona, by nature, was not putting it off until the last minute, but until she had been faced with the responsibility of writing a speech for graduation, she hadn't thought that it would be quite so difficult.

Her fingers rubbed hastily over her jean pockets as her jaw clenched just from thinking about how ridiculously busy she was going to be within the next few weeks. Even more than these last couple of weeks, during which she'd spent almost all of her time that she didn't absolutely have to dedicate to school, to fine-tuning their cheerleading routines.

God, and not to mention that she had the goon squad out in her car, waiting for the first sight of her girlfriend.

Then she jumped as she felt warm breath wash over her ear and Callie's voice was there, "You should stop thinking so hard. I could practically see your stress from when I got off the train."

Blue eyes rolled, but Arizona couldn't deny that she smiled, her shoulders melting a bit at the sound of Callie's voice, as she turned around, "I wasn't stressing; I was thinking," she rephrased, lifting her eyebrow teasingly.

Even though she talked to Callie nearly every night and skyped during some of those nights, it never did the brunette justice, she thought, as her eyes ran up and down her face, taking in the brilliant smile on those full lips, and the slightly wind-blown from the train terminal dark hair that was thrown into a ponytail, "Mhmm, sure."

That smile dimmed just a bit, becoming softer, as Callie leaned down to her. As she did, Arizona's heart did that thing where it stuttered in her chest for just a second, and her breath hitched, eyes becoming lidded with the anticipation of feeling those soft lips on hers.

A few weeks really was a long time.

But then with just a few inches between them, Callie paused, and Arizona's eyes opened again in confusion as to why there was no delicious press of lips against hers. She watched as those dark brown eyes looked around and she lifted an eyebrow, as if to ask if this was okay.

Because they had kissed in the city in public, removed from where people who knew Arizona. But here, they were less than a half hour away from her school, and of course Callie knew that her privacy was important.

And just the realization of that – that despite everything so far and the fact that they were girlfriends, that Callie still did sweet things like this – made her chest feel all warm again, and she reached up to cup Callie's jaw with her hands, bringing her the rest of the way down so that their mouths could brush against each other's.

She parted her mouth upon contact, just enough to be able to get a taste of Callie. Sweet and just like she had been thinking about, as their tongues brushed. Her thumbs stroked over soft, tan cheeks, as she sighed slightly into brunette's mouth, tingles radiating throughout her body with the way Callie drew her bottom lip into her mouth and sucked on it lightly.

Then she released, and leaned back, and Arizona's eyes fluttered open – when had they even slid closed? She didn't remember – to see her lightly flushed cheeks and the small smile still on her girlfriend's gorgeous face.

Reluctantly, her hands fell from where she was lightly touching Callie's soft skin, and she brought one down to hold onto her hand. But before they started walking she sighed and closed her eyes tightly for a few seconds before looking at her, "I have to warn you about something."

The soft smile that Callie had been sporting on her lips disappeared slightly as she looked at Arizona with a bit of concern.

And the blonde quickly shook her head, "It's nothing about us," she reassured, then rolled her eyes and huffed out a breath, "Well, it kind of is. But – god, okay. A few of my sorority sisters needed a ride back to the house, and they're in the car. They're also dying for information about you."

Dark eyebrows rose slightly, and Callie looked down at her in question, "What do they know about me?"

She shook her head, "I mean, just that you're my girlfriend. I figured you can tell them whatever you want them to know. You know, I didn't want to decide what I should tell them and what I shouldn't tell them. I tried to warn them not to freak out about you, but I think my intimidating glare wasn't very intimidating in the moment," she stopped herself from rambling any more, and frowned slightly at the fact that her intimidating glare might be losing some of its potency.

Rather than finding Callie… well, she didn't know how exactly to expect her to react, but she was just giving her that wide grin that seemed to light up the room, and her fingers squeezed lightly around Arizona's, "I'm not upset about that at all."

Blue eyes looked up at her in slight apprehension, "You're not?"

But she just confirmed, "Arizona, people in your life wondering about me and wanting to know about me; it's a good feeling. I'm kind of excited, and I don't typically get super excited about meeting new people."

Well. Okay. She continued to look at up Callie and the way she seemed so shift a little in nervous excitement – it was extremely cute, and it made her entire chest feel entirely too warm but in a weirdly pleasant way.

Taking in a deep breath, she tugged slightly, leading them toward the door, "Okay then. But don't say I didn't warn you."

She'd parked fairly close to the entrance, and she'd made sure that the girls piled into the backseat in preparation for Callie, so she couldn't say she was entirely surprised by the three curious and enthusiastic faces staring at them through the open window of the backseat of her car.

They paused where on their way as the girls started waving at her and giving her a thumbs up sign, which, "I knew this was going to be painful."

Callie just seemed amused, though, even as she had a light blush on her cheeks, "I figure this is only a small taste of what I'll experience tonight at the dance?"

"At least at the dance, a lot of the girls are going to be caught up in their own entertainment," she grumbled, and started walking them to the car again, taking Callie's bag for her to put it in the trunk as her girlfriend got into the car.

By the time she made it around, she could already hear the questions being asked, starting with Lucy's, "So, we know that your name is Callie and that you live in New York. That's basically it. What do you do?"

Arizona opened her door and gave Lucy a look, which made her feel satisfied as the other blonde leaned back in her seat, "Who taught you manners, young lady?"

She started the car, as she heard the girls introduce themselves, and then she knew they were looking at Callie expectantly. She gave them a grin, she saw from the corner of her eye, and it was adorably charming and kind of shy in that way that Callie could sometimes do when she would ramble, "I am Callie and I do live in New York. I'm in a musical."

"Which one? What do you play?" this was from Stephanie, and Arizona closed her eyes briefly as she was stopped at the red light.

"It's – well, it's new. Altered Affection, and I play the lead. Lila," she supplied, then shrugged as if she didn't think it would make a difference to clarify the name of her character.

But then Stephanie leaned forward, "Arizona has your playbill on her dresser."

And Lucy spoke before Callie could answer, "My parents saw that a few weeks ago; my mom said it was really good."

The conversation was coming quickly now, which was something Arizona was used to from, well, living with these girls, but Callie's attention moved back and forth between whoever was speaking quickly, her eyebrows raising slightly, "Uh, well, thank you? Or, well, thank your mom, I guess."

Jo was the one who leaned forward this time, and in a better position to do so as she was sandwiched between the other girls, "What exactly are your intentions with our president?"

It was lucky they were approaching a stop sign, because they jerked to a stop quickly. But before she could say anything or even give her a look, Callie – who seemed a little nervous – bit her lip before answering, "I – well, I think that she is really amazing, and I've had feelings for her for a while now. I wouldn't say I have intentions with her, really; I just want to keep being with her and treating her well, I guess."

Jo's critical eyes narrowed in thought as she tilted her head in Arizona's direction, which she could see from the rearview, "Is she treating you well?"

She could feel herself flush, but she nodded quickly, "Of course." For a split second, she made eye contact with those wide, warm dark eyes, and she smiled, "She treats me very well."

The way Callie beamed at that made her heart speed up almost irrationally.

The last thing she heard from the backseat was a whispered, "Interesting," before they pulled up to the house. Thankfully, it was a short drive.

Lucy, Jo, and Stephanie thanked her for the ride and exchanged pleasantries with Callie before practically scurrying into the house – and Arizona had little doubt that stories about the ride and Callie would be circulating well before the dance.

Somehow, she couldn't bring herself to even mind, which just a couple of months ago would have freaked her out.

"I think that went well," Callie commented as Arizona took her stuff from the trunk and then reached for her hand to lead them inside.

She kind of enjoyed that the brunette seemed a little nervous, like she actually really cared their approval, "It went well. And even if it didn't, it wouldn't have mattered because it's my approval you need."

The brunette's hand squeezed hers a little bit as they walked up the stairs towards Arizona's room, "And I have that." The way she said it wasn't even a question, and the husky sound of her voice killed her.

"You do," she assured quietly, as she opened her door and ushered Callie in. Luckily, they managed to avoid the slight chaos of all of the girls rushing around in preparation, and she pulled Callie into her room, before quickly closing the door and locking it behind them.

Having Callie in her space didn't feel alarming or wrong, she realized as the brunette walked a bit around the room. And it was that realization that seemed to wash over her – that she really liked to have Callie here, in her personal space – that prompted her to reach for the letter on her nightstand.

Blue eyes tracked Callie's movements, the way her jeans clung to her gloriously long legs, as she then came to sit on Arizona's bed, and threw the blonde a teasing smile, "Your bed is more comfortable than mine, I'll admit."

Instead of responding, she handed her the letter, before climbing onto the bed beside her, enjoying the way Callie's eyebrows drew together in confusion even as those perfectly long fingers opened the envelope, "I got it yesterday, but I wanted to show it to you in person," she added in a whisper as she saw dark eyes quickly read over the letter.

The smile that slid over Callie's face was unmistakable and the letter fell from her hands as that ecstatic expression moved to Arizona's face, "You got into Columbia?!"

Callie looked like she was so excited that she was going to jump on Arizona, which made her kind of excited, but first, she stopped herself and picked up the letter from where it had fallen, and she placed it gently back down on the bedside table.

Then Arizona really did find herself being pressed back onto the bed, Callie's warm body on top of her own, pressing her into the mattress, as those soft lips peppered kisses on her nose and cheeks, and then to each of her dimples, which just made her smile even wider, "You're a genius, of course you got in," Callie whispered between those soft kisses.

"I take it you're excited," she whispered back, and she didn't really know why exactly they were whispering when they were in the privacy of her own room with a locked door, but she liked it because it helped create this feeling like it was their own little world.

Then those amazing soft, full lips pressed against hers, not in a sweet, soft peck like she'd been given all over her face, but suddenly it was deep and real, and she could feel Callie's tongue dipping into her mouth, stroking up lightly at the roof of her mouth in the way that made her spine tingle and a low moan broke out from her throat.

It happened again when her soft hands slipped under Arizona's shirt, and went to her hips, and she could feel her soft touch tracing up and down on her bare skin. God, it felt so good to have Callie's hands on her again, and she shivered as they ran up and down her sides.

That mouth was gone from hers, only just a fraction, because Arizona could still feel the way her lips brushed against hers so slightly, but in a way that made arousal streak through her faster than it already had been just by feeling that soft, curvy body on top of her own, "I'm so happy. I'm – two weeks is too long."

She understood what she was saying – if she was planning on going to Stanford, it would have been a lot longer than just a couple of weeks separating them, cross country.

And then she didn't think at all, as those hands slid up her sides, scratching just enough to make her shiver, and Callie's mouth came crashing back down onto hers, their tongues sliding against each other as her hands slid under Callie's shirt. She was grateful for the loose fit, because it made it so easy for her to slide her hands up that long, soft back.

Her fingers easily undid the clasp of the brunette's bra, and her hands smoothed back down that expanse of tan skin and moving to cup her ass, pulling her in even closer while she bucked her hips up, enjoying the way Callie's hands felt, edging closer and closer to her bra.

Callie sucked on her tongue, as her hand cupped Arizona's breast, finger sliding over her straining nipple through the fabric, and she felt a rush of wetness at the dual sensations. Taking advantage of the size of her bed, she brought her thighs up to wrap around Callie's waist firmly, enjoying the way the seam of her pants pressed right against her center with the move, before rolling them so she had Callie on her back.

Within moments, she had pulled the brunette's arms up so she could tug her shirt off, and with it, the open bra. At the sheer sight of those fucking incredibly full, soft breasts, she groaned, and leaned down, taking the peak into her mouth, laving it with her tongue.

Callie's hands went to her hair, holding her against her chest while her hips thrust up against Arizona, just as the blonde inserted her thigh between them. It didn't do much with two sets of denim there, but it was more pressure than before, which really was what Arizona needed right now – any kind of pressure there.

She switched her focus to Callie's other breast, licking up the slope, enjoying how crazily soft it was under her tongue, before wrapping her lips around her nipple again, sucking firmly as she pressed her thigh up against Callie's core, and even through her pants, she could feel how hot she was.

Replacing her mouth with her fingers, she moved, starting to leave little nips with her teeth down Callie's soft stomach that was trembling with each breath she managed to take in, that came out in soft pants, as Arizona's deft fingers unbuttoned her jeans.

She sucked on the spot on the brunette's hip that she'd found was spectacularly sensitive a couple of weeks ago, and reveled in the way Callie's breath caught in her throat and then came out in a low groan, as Arizona's fingers pulled down the zipper and just barely slid against Callie's heat.

Fuck, two weeks was too long. It really was, because Arizona had always enjoyed sex. It felt good, pleasurable, like a nice release. But with Callie, even just feeling how much the brunette wanted her made her so wet and so damn ready, she was already tingling with anticipation.

Before she could do anything more, Callie's hand had caught hers by the wrist, and with that hold and the slight tug on her hair, she pushed herself up to look into those dark eyes looking up at her, even darker now through her arousal and chest – fucking amazing chest – heaving as she took in deep breaths.

She couldn't question why her girlfriend had stopped her, because she found herself the one surprised and rolled onto her back now, shirt being pulled off along the way. Callie's mouth descended to her neck, and she could feel the perfect way those soft lips pressed against the column of her throat, and she tilted her head back, sighing at the feeling.

Then Callie nipped her teeth against her, and she gasped, hips pressing upwards as the brunette's hand scratched lightly at her hips, which was something Callie had learned drove her absolutely insane.

Callie undid her jeans, and Arizona felt her hand slide down against her, and she hardly recognized the whine that came from the back of her own throat. As the brunette's hand rubbed at her through the thing lace that she was fucking soaking right through, her hands dug into Callie's hair, and she pulled Callie's mouth to her own, the kiss starting off hard, all teeth and tongue, and sloppy in the best way because she could hardly focus with the way Callie's thumb was rubbing circles against her clit through the fabric.

Then that hand was gone, and her hips continued to undulate against nothing, which made her groan, as Callie pulled away from her slightly, moving her head down to press kisses to and lightly suck at her chest. The hand that was damp with Arizona's own wetness, dipped into the cup of her bra, and pinched at her nipple for a few moments, making more of those whimpers leave her throat, because it felt so good.

Within seconds, Callie had urged her up a bit, to unhook her bra and toss it across the room. And Arizona found herself back on her back, her knees drawn up with Callie between her thighs, that hot mouth on her breasts, and doing such amazing things to her.

Her knees locked around the brunette's hips, grinding up against her, her hands digging into that luscious dark hair. She pulled out the hair elastic keeping it up in a ponytail, and then ran her fingers through it, tightening when Callie's hand slid back down between her thighs, and simultaneously her teeth tugged at one of her nipples.

A long, low moan left her throat as she felt Callie's fingers dip below the lacy scrap of fabric this time, rolling over her hard clit, and the feeling of it made Arizona cry out, hips pumping against her hand that wasn't moving nearly as much as she needed her to.

With just a few circles rubbed onto her bundle of nerves, Callie pulled away slightly, just enough so that she could locate Arizona's hand, sliding that into her own unbuttoned jeans. Unbidden, she had a flashback to the first night Callie had guided her hand under her shirt to cup her breast in much the same way as this, and Arizona didn't know why she found that such a turn on.

Maybe because Callie had no problem knowing exactly what she wanted Arizona to do and she had no qualms about getting it done. It didn't matter really, she thought dimly, because the result was the same. That Callie was so ridiculously hot, and she was her girlfriend.

She could hear the way Callie's breath caught, the same way that Arizona's did at the same time because she could fucking feel that Callie was wet enough to coat her fingers already. Arizona stroked down her lips, then back up, loving the way Callie's hips thrust against her wrist and the little sounds that fell from her mouth.

Then those amazingly long, skilled fingers rubbed down Arizona's slit, circling her entrance for a moment, before hesitating, and Arizona knew exactly what she wanted, and she mirrored her movements, her own fingers coming to rest at Callie's opening.

As soon as those nearly black eyes looked up and met hers, they both started to move, and then Arizona could hardly think at all. All she could do was feel the way Callie's hand moved so perfectly in and out of her, curling at the perfect times, and the way her warm, damp breath hit Arizona's collarbone, as the brunette pressed her forehead against her neck.

It was all she could do to keep up the same pace, even as she could feel her own orgasm coming toward her like a freight train. Moving her fingers into Callie's wet heat, she scissored them inside of her, and then started to brush her thumb over her girlfriend's hard clit, and the way Callie cried out brought her so much closer to the edge.

She could feel Callie's walls start to tighten around her fingers, and she knew she was close, as she started to move her thumb faster against her clit. When Callie mirrored her movement, Arizona knew she was going to come so fucking quickly, and as soon as Callie clamped down around her, teeth biting at her skin and muffling her cry, Arizona's own orgasm hit her.

Her hips bucked up against Callie's and there was nothing she could do to stop herself from moaning, even though she knew it was loud. But as she started to come down from her high, she couldn't really care.

"You… are going to Columbia, right?" Callie asked a little while later, once her voice could maintain its regular tone.

It made a low, lazy laugh bubble out from her, and she drew her hand up Callie's soft back, "Yeah. I'm going."

They were a little late – okay, not actually late because the dance didn't actually have a dedicated timeline – to arrive. The last to arrive at the very least, and that was a position Arizona had never found herself in before. Typically to these things, she was one of the first people.

She usually saw it as her duty to be there as one of the first attendants, and oversee the activities.

But tonight… she looked next to her where Callie was standing, just inside the doorway, looking kind of nervous and really excited, and she thought about how Callie had told her that she'd never been to a real dance before, not even when she was younger. It had been a milestone Arizona personally hadn't cared a great deal about at that age.

But it was clearly something that had been important at some point in her girlfriend's life. And because she knew that Callie had told her she hadn't been very popular at school, she realized that Callie had probably abstained from such group activities and events.

So, tonight she wasn't the president of the sorority and she wasn't in charge or looking after everyone. Tonight, she was leaving that up to April and the rest of the party committee, and she was going to be just another girl. Having fun with her date.

Her really, really gorgeous date, and she had to admit that having Callie with her definitely didn't hinder that at all. The brunette was wearing a strapless black formal dress, with a fitting bodice and a skirt that flowed, but not too much. Just enough to make her look… regal, Arizona decided was the word.

When she'd first seen it when they were getting ready, Callie had told her that Addison had gone shopping with her to find the right look.

"You look perfect," she breathed out, and before she took another step, she stopped herself and searched her purse that she would check soon, and hesitated with a slight flush as she pulled out a box with a corsage.

It was a red one, that perfectly matched the one that Callie had worn the first day they'd met, and the way dark eyes widened and a radiant grin broke out on her face when she saw it made Arizona's heart swell with happiness and something that felt like pride.

A long, tan finger brushed over the box just before Arizona opened it, and Callie gave her a soft, sweet smile, "You got me a corsage. I thought corsages embarrassed you," she said, playfully.

They did, on principle, because they weren't typical occurrences outside of an actual high school prom. They made you stand out, and unless she was cheerleading or doing her mock trial, she didn't want to stand out at all.

But she shrugged, "I… you deserve one, I think. For a real dance and all. Besides, everyone's eyes will probably be on you anyway," she whispered, just loud enough for Callie to hear over the music, as she slid it onto her wrist.

The brunette still sported a stunned smile, as Arizona tucked the case away, and Lucy passed by, stage whispering, "Nice move."

She felt herself blush just a bit, and she shook her head, "I'm going to check this real quick," she gestured to her purse.

The brunette nodded and looked around, "I'll get us –"

Callie was cut off by a flustered April who marched up to them, giving her a quick smile, but Arizona slipped away, leaving her girlfriend and best friend to chat for a moment. She didn't want to leave them for too long, though, because April today had been flustered and worried.

But, as she gave them a look from over her shoulder and watched Callie toss her head back, curled hair falling own her bare shoulders, she didn't seem to mind all that much. And the sight of it made her feel so good –

"We like her," Lucy's voice came from next to her, making her jump a bit as she handed her purse over the counter.

"I like her too," she added in a teasing voice, her eyes sliding back to where Callie was now in conversation with a few of her sisters who she had never met before. She had that same slightly nervous look on, but Arizona was fairly certain it was impossible to talk to Callie and not adore her.

Lucy seemed to hesitate for a moment before she patted her shoulder, "She seems like she's been good for you."

She didn't have to say anything else for Arizona to know that the changes that had happened in her life since knowing Callie hadn't gone unnoticed by more people than just April, and she just nodded, before she made her way back to her girlfriend.

"I don't mean to interrupt, but can I have this dance?" She asked, grinning and holding her hand out to take the brunette's.

Callie's dazzling smile came out in full force, and she gave a slight wave to the girls. And then before Arizona even realized it, she was the one being spun into a smooth, slow dance, with Callie's arm wrapped around her waist, leading her.

And though she didn't mind in the least – actually, it felt… really nice, she tipped her head back, lifting an eyebrow, "I asked you to dance, you know."

The brunette shrugged easily and was somehow leading them through what Arizona considered far more sophisticated steps than a simple slow dance, and did it effortlessly, "I know. But I'm the one who's been taking dance classes for months, so I figured it would be a good idea."

When Callie spun her out, then pulled her back in, she couldn't help but giggle, making eye contact with several of the attendees, all of whom either were in her sorority or were their dates – people from school.

People who knew her and the stories about her background and her brother. People that she'd spent a long time building up a completely non-personal wall around.

And when she got pulled back into Callie's arms in the dance, she realized that she really couldn't care less how they saw her right now.

Please let me know what you think! All of your comments and feedback are extremely welcome and appreciated! I apologize for the delay between chapters, but I've been a little busy in real life lately. Thank you so much for reading!