"I can't believe you're doing this!" Calliope Torres yells.

"Calliope stop screaming!" her farther orders, getting out of the limo.

"I'm not gay daddy! You're making me spend my last summer at a camp to pray it away?!"

"Calliope I know what I saw. We have to get it fixed before it takes you over," he says, grabbing her shoulder and guiding her to the door.

"I'm not gay!"

"Hello ma'am," Carlos greets the woman behind the desk.

"Hello, you must be Carlos," she smiles, then turns to Callie, "you must be Calliope."

"Callie," she corrects.

"Well Callie, right now the other children are in the playroom. How about you go there? It's just through that door."

"I'm seventeen, don't call me a child," Callie snaps, walking away.

"Sorry, she has her mothers temper," Carlos says.

"Don't worry. We can handle anything she throws at us," the woman smiles.

"Whoa," Arizona Robbins whispers to herself when the tanned woman walks in.

"Arizona," the leader asks, demanding attention.

"Yes ma'am?" she answers, her manners showing.

"Today we have talked about attractiveness. Who here do you find attractive?" she asks.

Arizona looks around. Most of the kids are a few years younger. When her eyes land on the Latina, she can't look away.

"Hi," Arizona whispers to her; ignoring the fact everybody is waiting for her to answer the question.

Arizona isn't the only one blown away; Callie's eyes have been stuck on her since she walked in.

"Hi," Callie says.

"I'm Arizona," Arizona offers a hand.

"Callie," she takes the hand in hers.

"Pleasure to meet you," Arizona brings the back of the tanned hand to her lips.

"Arizona, go pray!" the leader orders.

"Yes ma'am," Arizona offers Callie a dimpled smile as she gets up to pray.

"Kissing women is strictly forbidden. It's gay to kiss anyone of the same sex that isn't family. You're all here to not be gay. We just want what's best for you, okay?"

"If you ever feel uncomfortable, just let us know. You will be sharing a room with Arizona, it's the only bed we have open right now."

"Okay, thank you," Callie smiles, walking into the room.

"Hi," Arizona greets with a dimpled smile.

"Don't do that," Callie says, going directly to her bed.

"Don't do what? I'm being friendly."

Callie sighs, turning around to face the blonde.

"You're trying to seduce me. I just want to go home as soon as I can, so I can't be a part in whatever little game you have going on. Just stay away, okay?"

Arizona chuckles.

"You like me. I get it, you're parents aren't okay with it. I understand wanting to hide it from yourself and them. I'll leave you alone Callie, but I'm not the one who is going to get you hurt. You're the one who's going to break the rules."

"Yeah right. You don't even know me Arizona. I just want to prove I'm not gay because I'm not. I love penis, it's a great thing. I don't understand why a chick kissing me means I'm gay. I didn't kiss her," Callie rambles.

"I bet you kissed back."

"I did not!"

"Okay, well it's time to sleep. I'll leave you alone."

Arizona kept to her word and left Callie alone. If they weren't partnered up they didn't talk. They were partnered up a lot since they are the only two kids over fifteen. Months passed without Arizona pulling a move. Then everything changed.

"Today we are going to see how well you are really doing. Partner up with someone you used to find attractive of the same sex."

Callie sighs, walking over to Arizona.

"Place a hand on the side of their face, touch foreheads and look into each others eyes. I want you to think about how gross it is. It's disgusting to be in such a loving embrace with someone of the same sex."

"Wait, are you serious?" Callie questions the leader.

"Yes. Go ahead and do it. Arizona hasn't acted out in months, so don't be afraid."

Arizona rolls her eyes.

"Okay, ready?" Callie asks Arizona.

"Yeah, whatever," Arizona shrugs.

Callie places a hand on the side of Arizona's face. They both ignore the small tingle the get. Arizona then mirrors Callie, leaning their foreheads together until they touch. Then Callie gets lost in those beautiful blue eyes.

"Do you feel how nasty it is?" the leader asks.

"No," Arizona whispers to herself.

"This feels so right," Callie says.

"What did you just say Callie?" the leader asks, hearing her.

"I feel it," Callie mumbles, never breaking eye contact.

"Good. Who else feels it?"

Brown eyes glance down to pink lips.

"Callie," Arizona whispers.

Callie looks back into those blues.

"Not now," Arizona mumbles.

s"Good, now you may back away," the leader says.

"You two passed! You pack your bags, you get to go home tomorrow!" the woman says with a huge smile to the two teenagers.

"Home?" Callie questions.

"Yes. I'm calling your parents tomorrow morning. They're going to be so happy!"

Callie watches the woman leave their room. As soon as the door shuts Callie is standing.

"So, we passed," Arizona chuckles, standing up too.

Callie nods, walking to the dresser.

"I guess we should pack," Arizona suggests, walking to the dresser too.

"Oh fuck it."

Callies lips find Arizona's in no time. Arizona responds with force to match. Callie lifts Arizona onto the dresser, Arizona wrapping her legs around Callie. Tanned's hands find their way under Arizona's shirt, cupping the bra covered breasts.

"Callie," Arizona moans, "I can't, we need to stop."

She nods but goes to kissing Arizona's neck.

"Callie, god you're sexy. Stop it."

Callie groans but takes a step back.

"I want to so bad, but we can't. Not here. Not now. Heck, it's considered rape," Arizona mumbles.

"Yeah, sorry. My bad. Forget it. We go home tomorrow like everything is great. Goodnight."

Callie crawls under the covers and is out like a light.

In the morning they leave without a word to each other, not knowing where the other lives or any way to contact each other in the real world.

All they have is the memories of the anti-gay camp they somehow got through.