in which callie finally gets to introduce brandon to biscuits and gravy

NOTE: I am not American, nor have I ever had biscuits and gravy, so all knowledge of the dish does, unfortunately come from the internet. These oneshots were all originally posted on tumblr (on bralliecallie, if you're curious) and I've decided to post them on fanfiction as well - because, well, I like fanfiction. Feedback is much appreciated!

"So, how is this comfort food again?" Brandon asked, wrinkling his nose as he watched Callie make the rather unappealing gravy, the biscuits already in the oven.

"Because, it's nice!" Callie laughed at his expression. "I'm not trying to kill you, I swear."

"I'm not too sure.." Brandon mumbled.

"Its Jude's favourite food." Callie said after a moment's silence. "I remember, every year on his birthday, mom would ask him what he wanted for dinner, and every year he said biscuits and gravy. Mom used to say no every time, because it was a breakfast food, more than anything, but we'd come in from school on his birthday, and you could smell the biscuits cooking."

"Your mom sounds great Callie."

"She was." Callie nodded. "She always knew exactly what to say, you know? Whether it was a scraped knee, or someone in my grade being mean to me, mom always knew how to fix it."

"You must miss her." Brandon found himself saying.

"I do." Callie confirmed. "Sometimes I wonder what the past few years would have been like if she had been around, but.."

"But?" Brandon prodded.

"I like it here." Callie admitted. "Stef and Lena are amazing, and.. I like it here." She smiled at Brandon, conveying everything she couldn't in words.

"I like having you here." Brandon said. "And Jude, obviously." He added quickly.

"He likes it here too." Callie said. "He finally has people in his life worth looking up to, you know? Stef, Lena, you.. Jesus and Marianna.."

"You're worth looking up to." Brandon said. "I think you're probably the strongest person I've ever met."

"If you say so." Callie said, shrugging off the compliment. "Can you take the biscuits out of the oven? They should be done by now."

Brandon nodded, and grabbed the oven glove, pulling the hot tray out of the oven, setting them on the counter. "Do you need to let them cool down or something?"

Callie shook her head. "My mom never did."

"That sounds dangerous."

"Just get a glass of juice or something." Callie laughed.

"Want one?"

"Mm, yeah." Callie said as she dished the biscuits and gravy out onto two plates, keeping some aside for Jude. If he found out she made biscuits and gravy and didn't save some for him, he'd probably never talk to her again.

"And this is actually nice?" Brandon said skeptically, setting two glasses of orange juice on the table.

"Yeah." Callie laughed.

"Okay.."

"You have to try it Brandon, I went to the trouble of making it." Callie teased. "I've been slaving away at that oven all morning."

Brandon scrunched up his nose, but picked up the fork anyway, looking at Callie who gave him an encouraging grin before he put a forkful in his mouth.

"So?"

Brandon chewed slowly, swallowing before he replied. "Not bad."

"Not bad?"

"Not bad." Brandon confirmed. "Not bad at all, actually."

"See? I told you it was good comfort food."

"Its pretty good." Brandon laughed. "I admit defeat. I didn't know you could cook?"

"I can't." Callie grinned. "Unless you're willing to live off biscuits and gravy."

"I don't think I like it that much." Brandon said, taking another mouthful. "So, whats your favourite comfort food? You said this was Jude's, so.. Whats yours?"

Callie paused with a forkful of food halfway to her mouth. "Blueberry pancakes."

"Blueberry pancakes?"

"Mhm. But, with chocolate sauce."

"Cool." Brandon nodded, turning his attention back to his breakfast.

Blueberry pancakes? He could do that.