A/N

Some may call this a crossover, I don't and I still have to improve my writing skills a lot, so feel free to review.

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee and/or Grey's anatomy.

Arizona Robbins looked at her watch as she got off the plane. Five thirty PM. She could still make it home in time for dinner and maybe even surprise her wife.

She had just gotten off of an eighteen hour flight after two weeks in Malawi. They had scheduled her to go back for three weeks, but they had hands enough to manage without her, so her wife didn't know she was coming back already. Hence, Callie wasn't picking her up from the airport.

After she found her luggage, she searched for the nearest coffee cart and went to stand in line.

"Thanks." She smiled when the kid handed her her latte. She felt her phone buzz in her pocket, which she thought was strange since her phone wasn't on. She grabbed it from her pocket, only to find it was still off and didn't have a message. Must have been a spasm attack, she thought. The blonde put her phone away and suddenly felt herself falling down, spilling coffee all over herself.

Santana Lopez looked at her watch as she got off the plane. Five thirty PM. She didn't know if her aunt would be home, she didn't know if she'd be welcome.

The last time she had seen her mother's sister was when she was thirteen and Santana had been a huge bitch to her back then. Still is for that matter.

She turned her phone on and saw she had one missed call. She decided to call back and was greeted with instant yelling.

"Whoa, calm down! What do you want?" she yelled back.

"I want to know where the FUCK you are!" her best friend yelled back. So yeah… Maybe she should have told her where she was going. But that meant she had to tell why she was here and she wasn't really ready for that.

"That's none of your business. How do you even know I'm gone?"

"Maybe because you weren't at practice today and you never skip unless you're dead or in the hospital. And since I already checked the hospital I thought you were dead! Which you obviously aren't, but still. Where are you?" Yeah, Sasha Paulson was kind of crazy.

"Relax, I'm in Seattle. I'm not dead."

"And what the FUCK are you doing in Seattle?" Back to the yelling.

"Would you stop yelling at me! I'm in Seattle because I… Well, I" Think, think, think, you stupid brain, she thought. Of course, her brain decided now was a good time to shut down. "Boob job." It stumbled out of her mouth before she knew it and immediately berating herself for coming up with such a lame excuse.

"WHAT? You do know the coach is kicking you out of the squad, right? You better get your ass back here before she notices you're gone. If you don't take the next flight back…" She cut her friend off when she started yelling again.

"Bye." She dragged out the word, breaking the connection. Sometimes, she really hated her friend. She had just put her phone away in her purse when she saw that she was actually lost in an airport. She was trying to find a sign that would lead her to the exit, when she felt herself falling down on top of the person she had just walked into.

"I'm sorry. I didn't see you."

Normally she would have just stood up, yelled at the other person a bit and then left. This time, however, she didn't have the energy to do just that. She carefully placed her hands at both sides of the other woman and looked down into very blue eyes. She stood up without breaking eye contact and offered the woman her hand.

"Thanks." As the brunette pulled her to her feet, Arizona Robbins noticed how much the girl resembled to her wife. She also noticed how the other girl was looking at her in awe. She got that a lot.

"I'm so sorry about your coffee. And your shirt." Santana chuckled nervously when she noticed the big brown stain on the blondes top.

The blonde just shook her head. "It's okay. I was feeling a little cold anyways." She winked and the younger girl looked down blushing. "Arizona Robbins. And you are?"

Santana shook the hand being held out to her. "Santana Lopez."

"What are you doing here all by yourself?" She couldn't really figure out why a pretty, eighteenish year old girl would come to Seattle alone, in the middle of the school year.

"I could ask you the same thing. Don't you have a hubby picking you up or something?" Santana didn't feel the need to tell a strange woman the reason behind her departure from her hometown.

"Uhm, how old do you think I am?" She mentally patted herself on the back for making the girl blush again.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you. You just look like the kind of woman who could have all sorts of men."

"Who says I'm interested in men, though?"

That gave the Latina some hope.

"I didn't, I just assumed."

"Well don't just assume things. You won't get very far like that."

"Well, I could make it up to you…" She wiggled her eyes suggestively, but soon enough realized she didn't have money for a hotel. When she left her house, she could barely put some clothes in a duffel bag, grab her passport and her wallet. If she had stayed any longer, she probably would've been thrown at with shoes. She was too pretty for that.

So that, combined with the fact that her father had already emptied out her bank account, caused her to be practically broke.

That also meant that if she couldn't stay with her relative, she was screwed.

"You're assuming again: I never said I was available." With that said, Arizona patted the younger girl's cheek and left without so much as a goodbye, leaving Santana standing there dumbstruck.

Callie Torres unlocked the front door and closed it behind her as she stepped into the apartment. The minute she turned on the lights, though, she knew something was off. After she locked the door again, she immediately noticed a sleeping form on the couch. When she got closer, she recognized her in less than a second and a smile crept on her face when she saw her wife scrunching up her face in the most adorable way, meaning she was waking up. Callie lifted her wife's feet, sat down and laid them down again in her lap.

"Hey beautiful. What are you doing home so early?" She wasn't expecting her home for another week at least, knowing some of the trips to Africa could be extended in need of hands.

Arizona opened her eyes, only to find her wife's friendly face staring lovingly at her. So much for surprising her wife. "They didn't need me anymore." She sat up straight and pecked her wife's lips. "I missed you."

"I missed you too." She gave her wife another kiss and smiled when she reciprocated it hungrily. "And since Sofia is at Mark's, I'd like to show you what else I've missed."

"I might have an idea, but now I just want to take a shower. I feel dirty after sitting on a plane for eighteen hours straight and not to mention I got a whole cup of coffee spilled over me." It was only then Callie noticed a huge stain on the blonde's top, wondering why she hadn't changed her shirt.

"Do I need to fill up the bath for you? I'll come get you when it's ready." Callie offered, standing up and already walking to the bathroom.

"No, no, that's fine. I'm just going to take a shower. I'd probably fall asleep in the bath anyway and we don't want that happening do we?" She grinned at her wife as she passed her on her way to the bathroom. She walked over to the shower and turned on the water. "Care to join me?"

Let's just say Callie didn't need to be asked twice as she ran after her wife like a kid who ran downstairs on Christmas morning.

When Santana stepped out of the elevator, she suddenly got nervous. She didn't even know if she'd be listened to or if her aunt would just laugh at her or if, or if, or if…

So many possibilities, so many fears.

She had walked around in the hospital for an hour, asking if anyone knew where Callie Torres lived. Of course, no one would tell a stranger where the orthopedic surgeon lived. She knew her chances of finding out that important piece of information were small and was just about to give up when she saw a tall guy holding a little Latina girl in his arms. She was probably staring at the little girl too long because the guy was suddenly talking to her. She didn't hear much of it except that the toddler's name was Sofia Robbin Sloan Torres. That spiked her interest and from one question came another and somehow she found out where she needed to be.

Now that she was here, though, she was scared as hell.

She walked closer to the apartment. 502, that's what the door said. She went to knock on the door when she heard something. She put her ear against the door to hear better. Hah!, she thought, there it is again. She quickly jumped away from the door when she heard it again, only louder. She'd recognize that sound everywhere. That's actually what gave her away to her parents.

She should have seen this coming, though. This was her family after all.

"Honey, someone's knocking on the door," Arizona said, "Maybe we should get out and see who's at the door." She moaned loudly when her wife sucked on her favorite spot on her neck. "We're spilling lots of water by just standing here… having sex? Why are we doing this in the shower-" She got cut off by Callie kissing her hard, immediately forcing her tongue inside her mouth. She reluctantly pushed her wife's face away from her own when she heard someone knocking again.

"I'm coming!"

"But I'm not doing anything."

Arizona playfully rolled her eyes at her wife and turned off the water."I wasn't talking to you. There's someone knocking on the door." She got out of the shower and grabbed two towels, handing one to her wife. "I feel dirty again."

"It's not like you didn't like it." She smirked at her wife, "However, I do suggest you take another shower. One where you actually wash yourself." She winked at her wife, put on some clothes and closed the bathroom door on her way out.

Another knock made her run the short distance to the door and opened it quickly before the visitor broke down their door.

"Jeez, impatient much?" She did a quick scan of the visitor and couldn't stop her chin from falling to the floor. There was her niece. Her seventeen year old niece, who lived in Ohio with her parents and two younger brothers. Her niece, who had been the bitchiest thirteen year old girl she had ever met. Her niece, who apparently needed something from her.

This was getting awkward, so Santana decided she should just get it over with.

"Uhm, hey… Guess what."

"What?"

"I'm gay."