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BECHLOE WEEK 2018

Day 3 - Drunk Texting

Beca Mitchell, an award-winning music producer and songwriter, stood behind the curtains of the Ellen show waiting to be introduced. She hasn't been on the show in over a year, and she knows that Ellen is going to ask about her love life. She smiles because this time she really has a story to tell. She gives her beautiful girlfriend's hand a squeeze as she leaves Beca to find her seat in the audience. Beca takes a deep breath to calm her nerves.

"Ladies and gentleman," Ellen DeGeneres said. "Please welcome Grammy award-winning producer, Beca Mitchell."

The crowd applauded and cheered as Beca came out from backstage. She waves at the audience and sits down in the seat next to Ellen.

"It's great to see you," Ellen said to Beca. "It's been a while."

"It's great to see you, too," Beca responded.

"Let's get to the good stuff first," Ellen said.

"Okay," Beca said with a laugh.

"So, I hear you have a girlfriend," Ellen said.

"Yeah, I sure do," Beca said with a big smile.

"How long have you been together?," Ellen asked.

"Six months," Beca responded and the audience clapped.

"What's her name?," Ellen asked.

"Chloe," Beca said, looking into the audience and smiling when she saw her.

"She's here?," Ellen asked as the camera focused on Chloe.

"Don't act like you didn't know she was here," Beca said with a smirk.

"Chloe, why don't you come down," Ellen said looking at Chloe.

Chloe hesitated for a moment until Ellen waved for her to come down and the audience started cheering and clapping. Chloe made her way down and hugged Ellen. Beca stood and gave her a hug and a quick kiss on the cheek. There wasn't another seat so Beca sat back down, pulling Chloe onto her lap. Chloe put her arm around her Beca's shoulder and kissed her temple.

"You two are so cute together," Ellen said causing the audience to clap and 'awww'. "So, how did you two meet?"

Beca looked at Chloe and Chloe looked at Beca. They both smiled and looked at Ellen. "Drunk texting."

The audience laughed and applauded again.

"That definitely sounds like a story we should hear," Ellen said and the audience applauded in agreement.

Beca looked at Chloe with a raised brow. "You tell it, babe," Chloe told her.

"Okay," Beca said. She kissed Chloe's shoulder and then looked at Ellen. "It was about six months ago and I was sleeping…"

"What the hell," Beca Mitchell mumbled as her phone started pinging with text after text. "That's what I get for not turning the volume down."

She picked up her phone and opened up her texts. "Unknown Number," Beca read. "God, it's not even someone I know."

Beca read the texts.

[Unknown] 2:24 am i nEd ride

[Unknown] 2:25 am fer srios im sooooo drunk

[Unknown] 2:26 am i at ROUnDup

[Unknown] 2:26 am line dncng so much fin

"What the hell?," Beca thinks as she reads the texts. She decides to respond.

[BMitch] 2:30 am I'm sorry but you have the wrong number.

[Unknown] 2:32 am din't be luke tat bey pwese com

[BMitch] 2:33 am My name is Beca and I don't know you. Check the number and text your bey and stop bothering me.

[Unknown] 2:35 am u sond cute

"How the fuck do you sound cute in a text?," Beca wonders out loud.

[Unknown] 2:36 am Stop playin I reely ned a ride

"I can't believe I'm actually going to do this," Beca thinks to herself as she gets dressed. "But this girl is drunk and obviously by herself. I'd feel bad if I found out something happened to her because I ignored her."

[BMitch] 2:40 am I'm on my way. Don't move. Stay where you are and I'll be there in 15 minutes.

[Unknown] 2:41 am k

Beca puts on some shoes and grabs her phone, keys, and wallet. She rushes out the door and heads for The Roundup which she knows is a country bar not too far from her house. She pulls into the almost empty parking lot and slowly drives to the front of the bar. She looks for a drunk girl and sees several but they all seem to be with someone and okay. She decides to text so she can find her.

[BMitch] 3:05 am I'm at the bar. Where are you? What do you look like?

[Unknown] 3:06 am U know wht i look like

[BMitch] 3:07 am Let's pretend I don't know and tell me.

[Unknown] 3:08 am I luv games I hve red hesr com fin me

"God, I hope that says she has red hair," Beca thinks as she reads the text.

Beca parks the car and enters the bar. She looks around and can see that the bar is ready to close. She walks over to the bar and the bartender does a double take.

"Oh, my God," he said. "You're Beca Mitchell."

"Guilty," Beca said.

"I love your music," the bartender said. "Could I get an autograph?"

"Sure," Beca said and signed a napkin, handing it to the bartender.

"Thanks," he said.

"Um, have you seen a redhead around here?," Beca asked. "I'm, um, I'm her ride."

"Yeah," the bartender said. "She's over there." He points to a booth on the other side of the bar.

"Thanks," Beca said.

Beca walks over to the table and looks down. All she sees is a head full of red hair. The girl has her head laying on her arms. Beca looks around, not sure exactly what to do. She puts her hand on the girl's shoulder and gives it a shake. All this does is elicit a soft groan, so she shakes a little harder.

"Hey," Beca said. "I've come to take you home."

The person mumbles and lifts her head. She looks up and Beca is suddenly staring into a pair of cerulean blue eyes the likes of which she has never seen before.

"Who are you?," the girl asks, eyes glassy and unfocused.

"I'm, um, Beca," Beca said. "You texted me by mistake, and I couldn't just leave you to fend for yourself."

"Oh," the girl said and went to lay her head back down.

"No, no, no," Beca said taking the girls arms and trying to pull her out of the seat. "Let's get you home. Okay?"

"M'kay," the girl said.

Beca managed to get the girl out of the seat. She took the girls right arm and put it around her shoulder. She put her left arm around the girl's waist and half-carried, half-dragged the girl out to her car. It took everything she had to get the girl into her vehicle. At this point, the girl was passed out. Beca put her in the car and buckled in. She got behind the wheel and looked at the drunken girl.

"I need to know where you live," Beca said to the girl. Of course, she didn't receive a response so she looked in the purse the girl had hanging off her shoulder and pulled out her wallet. Beca found a credit card and a bank card and now knows the girl's name is Chloe Beale. She continues looking and finds some cash, but no driver's license. "Great."

Beca puts everything back in Chloe's purse. She sits there for a few minutes trying to decide what to do. She shakes her head at herself and decides to take Chloe to her house. Beca starts the car and drives home.

Beca arrives home and gets out of the car. She realizes that Chloe is still passed out and there is no way she's going to be any help getting herself inside. Beca lets out a heavy sigh and unbuckles the seat belt. She then reaches in and takes Chloe in her arms and carries her into the house. Chloe mumbles and snuggles into Beca's neck; her soft breaths causing a shiver to run down Beca's spine. The girl was hot, Beca could not deny that.

Beca somehow manages to get the redhead inside and up to her guest room. She gently lays Chloe on the bed and looks down at her. Beca chews on her bottom lip because she knows she shouldn't, but she was going to change the girl into something different to sleep in. She knows from experience sleeping in skinny jeans is very uncomfortable.

Beca took Chloe's purse off her shoulder and mentally smacked herself in the forehead. "Her phone." Beca looked in the purse and pulled out Chloe's phone. She turned it on and saw the number pad on the screen asking for the code. "Shit." She puts the phone back knowing she wasn't going to get the code from the redhead.

Beca goes into her bedroom and finds an oversized t-shirt. She also grabs some pain reliever and a glass of water from her bathroom. She goes back to the guest room and sets the pain reliever and water on the nightstand. She then tries to figure out how to change Chloe's clothes without feeling like she was taking advantage of the girl. She decided to just go with it and took Chloe's boots off. She laid them side-by-side near the end of the bed. She then unzipped the jeans and pulled them off the still unconscious girls. She folded them and put them at the foot of the bed. She then sat Chloe up and held onto her while she slid the neck of the t-shirt over Chloe's head, leaving it to hang around her neck. Beca started to unbutton Chloe's shirt. It was hard to do with one hand while holding the girl up with the other. She fumbled a bit and accidentally brushed her hand against Chloe's breast and Chloe moaned, causing Beca to freeze. She closed her eyes and held her breath until it seemed Chloe was somewhat settled.

Beca let out the breath she had been holding and opened her eyes. They widened when she found a pair of blue eyes staring at her. Those blue eyes scanned the deer in the headlight eyes in front of her and then took a quick tour of Beca's face.

"Hi," Chloe said and smiled. "I'm Chloe. You're cute." And just like that Chloe passed out again, falling back and almost causing the two of them to fall off the bed. Beca managed to hold them both in place.

Beca quickly removed Chloe's shirt and pulled the t-shirt down her body. She put a blanket over her guest and practically ran back to her room.

Beca was sitting on her bed with her knees to her chest. She ran both hands through her hair and clasped them behind her neck. She leaned forward and put her forehead on her knees and sat there. She found her thoughts on the gorgeous but very drunk redhead sleeping it off in her guest room. She doesn't even know this girl, and yet she can't get her out of her head. Especially the moan Chloe let out when she accidentally-. Beca shook her head mumbling, "No, no, no. You can't think about her like that. You're barreling into creeper status."

After a few minutes, Beca sighed and looked at the clock on the nightstand. "Shit," she mumbled when she saw that it was almost four o'clock. She decided to get some sleep and deal with Chloe in the morning.

~oOo~ ~oOo~ ~oOo~

Beca woke up around ten o'clock and took a quick shower and got dressed. She checked on Chloe and found her still sleeping so Beca let her. Beca went down to the kitchen and started the coffee maker. Once it was ready, she poured herself a cup and grabbed her pile of mail. She took everything out to her back patio and sat at the table. She had finished her coffee and was contemplating whether she should wake the sleeping redhead or just get another cup of coffee.

A flash of red caught Beca's eye, so she grabbed the mail and her empty cup and went inside. She saw Chloe quietly making her way to the front door.

"Would you like a ride?," Beca called out startling Chloe.

Chloe turned to look at Beca with wide eyes. "At least she's hot," Chloe thought. "Yay, me."

"Um, no, I can, um, call an Uber or something," Chloe responded out loud.

"It's no trouble," Beca said as she walked over to the redhead. "I'm Beca by the way."

"Chloe," Chloe responded.

"I know," Beca said. "Would you like some coffee before you go?"

Chloe thought for a moment before she responded. "Yes, I would," Chloe finally said. "If it's no bother."

"No bother at all," Beca said. "Follow me." Beca turned and Chloe took a deep breath and followed her.

"You're probably wondering how you came to be here," Beca said as she poured coffee for them both. "Would you like cream or sugar?"

"Both, please," Chloe said setting her things on the floor and sat down at the counter. "So, we, um, didn't, you know. Did we?"

"No," Beca said. "The only thing that happened between us was some texts."

"You texted me?," Chloe asked, confused.

Beca let out a small laugh. She pulled out her phone and pulled up their text conversation from earlier this morning. "You actually texted me. Here." Beca handed the phone to Chloe.

Chloe read the text thread and looked at Beca. "You came and picked me up?," Chloe asked. "Without even knowing who I was?"

"Well, I didn't know who your 'bey' was that you were trying to reach," Beca said.

"It's Brey," Chloe said, interrupting Beca. "I was trying to reach my best friend, Aubrey. I call her Brey."

"Oh," Beca said. "Anyway, I didn't know who you were trying to reach, and I couldn't just leave you there, drunk and helpless. So, I came and got you. It was just the right thing to do."

"I'm stunned," Chloe said. "Thank you for doing that. I don't know what else to say."

"I would've taken you home," Beca said. "But you didn't have an ID with your address, so I brought you here. I, um, did change your clothes. I swear I didn't take advantage or anything."

Beca felt her cheeks warm up and took a sip of coffee to try and hide her slight embarrassment.

"I believe you," Chloe said. "I don't know why, but I feel...safe with you."

The song "I Saw the Sign" suddenly started playing, causing Beca to raise her eyebrows and look at Chloe.

"Sorry," Chloe said. "That's Brey."

"Um, maybe you get that," Beca said. "I have a feeling she's probably been trying to reach you," Beca said.

"You're right," Chloe said. She reached into her bag and pulled out her phone.

"I'll go finish getting ready so I can take you home," Beca said and left Chloe in the kitchen.

Chloe looked at the phone and saw Aubrey's name and hit the answer button.

"Dammit, Chloe, where the hell are you?," she hears Aubrey's shrill voice as she answered the call.

"I'm, uh, at Beca's," Chloe responded. She put her empty coffee cup in the sink and walked into the living room.

"Who the hell is Beca?," Aubrey asked. "O-M-Aca-Gee! Chloe, did you go home with someone? We've talked about this. You never go home with someone if you're drunk. You should always call me."

"I did," Chloe said, looking around the house. "Well, I tried to. I tried to text you but got the number wrong. This girl Beca got the texts and felt bad so she- Holy shit!"

"Chloe, what's wrong?," Aubrey yells into the phone. "Did something happen? Chloe, dammit, answer me!"

"Brey, I'll have to call you back," Chloe said and ended the call. She looked wide-eyed at the display case and saw four Grammys, two American Music Awards, and two gold records all in the name of Beca Mitchell. "Oh, my God," Chloe half-whispered.

"Everything okay?," Beca asked startling Chloe again.

"You're Beca Mitchell," Chloe said staring at the young music producer. Chloe's phone rang and she immediately denied the call.

"Yeah, that's me," Beca said.

"I love your stuff," Chloe said.

"Thanks," Beca said. "Um, so are you ready to go?"

"Yes, thank you," Chloe said and went to the kitchen to gather her stuff. Chloe's phone rang again, and again she denied the call.

"Um, would it be weird if I asked you to have brunch with me? Today?," Beca asked, scuffing her shoe against the floor. "I can take you home to change first and then we can go. I mean, only if you want to. Or I can give you a clean shirt, or you can wear what you're wearing. Or not. You know what, forget I asked. It was silly."

"I'd love to," Chloe said with a big smile.

"Really?," Beca asked, surprised.

"Really," Chloe said.

Chloe stood there staring at Beca and Beca was staring back. Chloe's phone rang again. "You should probably get that," Beca said pointing at Chloe's phone.

"What? Oh, right, sorry," Chloe said and answered the call. "Yeah?"

"Chloe, don't you dare hang up on me again," Chloe hears Aubrey yell at her. "Are you okay? Where the hell are you? I'll come pick you up."

"I'm sorry, Brey, and I'm fine," Chloe said, trying not to stare at Beca. "It, um, seems I'm at Beca Mitchell's house. I won't need you to pick me up. She, uh, invited me to brunch so I'll be home later."

"Seriously?," Aubrey asked. "The Beca Mitchell?" At Chloe's mm-hmm, Aubrey continued. "I expect to hear the whole story when you get home."

"I promise," Chloe said. "I'll see you later."

"I have a feeling we're going be really fast friends," Beca said with a smirk.

"That brunch date turned into several more dates," Chloe said. "And we've been together ever since."

The audience applauded and cheered.

"That's got to be one of the cutest meet stories I've heard," Ellen said and the audience again applauded in agreement.

~oOo~ ~oOo~ ~oOo~

Much later that night, Beca and Chloe were snuggled together in Beca's bed. Beca was running her fingers through Chloe's hair and Chloe would place a kiss on Beca's jaw every few minutes. They both jerked their heads when they heard Chloe's phone start buzzing.

Beca is closer so she grabs it and hands it to Chloe. Chloe sits up and opens her phone. Her mouth dropped open in astonishment.

"That bitch," Chloe said. "She gave me such a hard time about drunk texting you."

"What is it?," Beca asked sitting up to look at Chloe's phone.

"Aubrey was apparently trying to text Stacie," Chloe said with a laugh. "Look."

Beca took the phone and laughed. She read the text out loud.

[APosen] 11:45 pm com ovr babe. Chloeee is at bec and i'm horny

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Jealousy

Who did she think she was, that Bethany. Sure, it was great Chloe had made friends at the vet clinic but did that mean Chloe needed to hangout with them three times a week?

Beca huffed as she absentmindedly clicked through her premade loops. She looked at her phone for the seventh time in the past thirty minutes; still no response to her inquiry about what Chloe was doing after work.

Ugh, she outwardly grunted and repeatedly clicked the start of the loop over and over again. She was frustrated, she felt ignored.

"Easy there, Pitch, you're gonna start a fire with that finger," Amy scolded.

Beca glared at her before reaching for her phone. She opened Snapchat. There, Chloe had posted to her story. Beca, perplexed she hadn't received a snap directly, pressed the redhead's icon. The image covered the screen and Beca's jaw dropped. Chloe's recently manicured feet rested in the lap of the brunette woman she had been spending time with. The caption, movie night, sat in the lower corner while bubbling hearts emitted from the very large, flatscreen TV.

Ice and fire flooded Beca's veins.

"Are you fucking kidding me," she shouted at the screen. She snatched off her headphones and threw them on the desk. She scoffed loudly and stood abruptly. Slamming her laptop closed, she reached for her bag and began packing.

"Jeez what's got your panties in a bunch?" Amy asked from the kitchen, bowl of noddles in her hand.

"Nothing," Beca spat.

Amy eyed her skeptically, "ehhhhh."

"Don't," Beca demanded as she slung the satchel of over her body.

"Mmmhhhh," Amy changed pitch.

"Amy!"

"You saw her snap didn't you?"

"She didn't ask if I wanted to tag along."

"You don't even like movies, Beca," Amy reminded her.

Beca didn't have a retort.

"You've got a bit of something on your face," the Australian said, taking a step closer to Beca.

Beca wiped at her face and looked at her palm. Nothing. She did it again.

"It's right there," Amy pointed, entering her personal space. "It's green."

Jealousy.

Beca slapped away Amy's hand and gave her a death glare. After a beat she stepped back and opened the door.

"Where you headed, Shortstack?" Amy asked unfazed.

"Out." Slam!

She raised an eyebrow and took another bite of noddles.

Later that week, Chloe sat at the front desk in the clinic, Bethany to her right. Both women typed away on the keys. The front door bell sounded.

"Welco- Beca!" Chloe nearly shot up out of her chair. "Hi!" That smile again.

"Would you like to go out?" Beca blurted as though she was commenting on the weather.

Chloe knitted her brows in confusion, the words not processing. "Like a date?" She heard herself ask.

"Yes."

Beca's breath stopped as she was met with a brilliant smile.

"I'd love to." It was Beca's turn to smile. "When?"

"How about now?" Bethany interjected, a sly grin on her lips. "I'll cover."

Silence.

"I'm serious, go!"

Chloe sprung from her chair and grabbed her bag.

"Oh my God, thank you, Beth! Really thank you."

"You're welcome."

Chloe slipped her arm into Beca's, snuggling close as they turned to leave. "Tell Kelly I owe her one."

They two left arm in arm, heading towards the metro.

"Who's Kelly?" Beca asked.

"Bethany's wife."

Beca stopped in her tracks. The green evaporated from her body as the realization came. It had been a set-up.

"Come on," Chloe tugged. Beca pouted for a moment, narrowing her gaze. Chloe rolled her eyes.

"Drop it," she stepped close, brushing her lips against Beca's ear. "And maybe I'll let you watch me change."

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BECHLOE WEEK 2018

Day 7: Disney

Beca Mitchell stood looking down at four-year-old Alexis Mitchell. Little Lexi looked up at Beca. They were standing outside the entrance to Disneyland and Beca was laying down a few rules for the youngster.

“You hold my hand and no running off,” Beca said. “Got it.”

“Got it,” Lexi said giggling.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” Beca muttered as she took Lexi’s hand and led her into the Magic Kingdom. “Sheila owes me big.”

Lexi pulled Beca toward the Disney castle and Beca couldn’t help but smile at her enthusiasm. When they finally made their way to the castle Lexi stopped and her eyes got wide.

“Wow,” Lexi said looking up at the castle.

Just then one of the Disney princesses came walking through the area and every little girl got excited. Beca doesn’t know which one it was but Lexi was beyond excited.

“It’s Snow White,” Lexi said staring at the princess. “Oh, there’s Cindewella.”

Lexi pulled Beca toward Snow White and stopped in front of her. The princess knelt down and greeted Lexi. Lexi stood there with a big grin on her face.

“Would you like a picture?,” Snow White asked. Lexi nodded her head and looked at Beca.

“On it, squirt,” Beca said and pulled out her phone. She snapped a couple of pictures and thanked Snow White. Lexi gave Snow White a hug and the princess moved on to another little girl. Beca took more pictures of Lexi with different princesses before they moved on.

Beca and Lexi had been at Disney for about three hours when they got hungry. They were headed to the Village Haus Restaurant because Lexi wanted pizza. They were almost to the restaurant when Lexi let go of Beca’s hand and suddenly ran.

“Lexi!,” Beca called out and followed the young girl, bobbing and weaving through a group that suddenly appeared in front of her.

She spotted Lexi as soon as she cleared the group. She was hugging a little redheaded boy who looked like he was crying.

“Lexi,” Beca said as she knelt down next to them. “What did I tell you about running off?”

“But he was cwying,” Lexi said with tears in her eyes.

Beca looked at the little boy who looked to be about Lexi’s age. “Hey, little dude,” Beca said gently. “Are you okay?”

“My mommy is wost,” the little boy said between his tears.

“Oh,” Beca said and stood to look around. She didn’t see anyone looking frantic and she knelt back down to the young boy. “Hey, my name is Beca and this is my sister Lexi. What’s your name?”

“Dylwan,” the young boy said.

“Nice to meet you, Dylan,” Beca said. “Are you hungry?”

Dylan nodded. “Do you want to get some pizza with us?” Again, Dylan nodded, sniffling and trying to stop the tears.

Beca stood and looked around again. They were right in front of the restaurant and Beca thought she could calm Dylan and they could watch for his mother. If his mother hadn’t come around by the time they finished eating, Beca would find a cast member and ask them what to do. She just hoped giving the kid pizza is okay.

“Okay, guys,” Beca said. “Take my hand and let’s get some pizza.”

The trio then walked into the restaurant and Beca asked for a table by the window. They sat and she took some napkins and wiped Dylan’s face. She told Dylan to watch to see if he saw his mommy. Lexi took his hand and was patting it, telling him everything would be okay.

A waitress came to the table and Beca ordered drinks and a large cheese pizza. Beca looked out the window and saw a redheaded woman that looked like Dylan. Before she could ask Dylan if that was his mother, Dylan sat up and saw her.

“Mommy!,” Dylan suddenly yelled.

Beca looked out the window again and saw the woman looking around frantically. Beca could she was crying.

“You two stay here,” Beca said. “I’ll go get your mommy, Dylan.”

Beca jumped up and ran outside. She saw the woman hurrying off and called out, “Dylan’s mom?”

The redhead stopped and quickly turned around to look at Beca.

“You know Dylan?,” the woman asked.

“He’s in there with my little sister,” Beca said pointing out the restaurant a few feet away.

The woman ran to the restaurant with Beca right behind her. She ran in and saw Dylan.

“Dylan!,” the woman cried.

“Mommy,” Dylan said as his mother picked him up.

“I was so scared,” the woman said, she and Dylan both crying.

Beca stood behind them not sure what to do. Once the woman seemed to calm down Beca touched her on the arm.

“Um, would you like to join us?,” Beca asked. “Dylan said he was hungry and we already ordered.”

“Can we, mommy?,” Dylan asked his blue eyes staring at his mother. “We having pizza.”

“Is Dylwan staying, Beca?,” Lexi asked.

“I don’t know, Lex,” Beca said with a smile and turned to the woman. “Is he?”

“I guess he is,” the woman said with a small laugh. “Thank you.”

The woman set Dylan in his seat and went to sit next to Beca. Beca held the chair for her and she seemed surprised.

“Thank you,” the woman said as she sat.

“Oh,” Beca said. “I’m Beca and this is my sister, Lexi.”

“Hi, Lexi,” the woman said. “I’m Chloe. Thank you both for taking care of Dylan for me.”

“Thank Lexi,” Beca said. “She saw him crying and went over to him. She doesn’t like to see anyone cry.”

“Well, thank you, Lexi,” Chloe said.

“Welcome,” Lexi said with a big grin.

The waitress came to the table with their pizza and set it down.

“Would you like something to drink?,” the waitress asked Chloe.

“I’ll just have a Coke, please,” Chloe said.

Beca took a slice of pizza and put it on a plate. She cut it up and put it in front of Lexi and told her to wait a few minutes until it was cooled down. She did the same for Dylan and after setting the plate in front of him she saw Chloe looking at her.

“I’m sorry,” Beca said. “Is that okay?”

“Yes, it’s fine,” Chloe said with a smile. “I’m just not used to someone else doing things for Dylan.”

“Single parent?,” Beca asked as she transferred a slice of pizza to Chloe’s plate and then her own.

“Yeah,” Chloe said softly.

“That’s got to be tough,” Beca said. “I only get to spend a day with Lexi and I’m exhausted by the end of it.”

Chloe laughed. “I love him but it is exhausting.”

“Is his father in the picture?,” Beca asked and then grimaced. “Sorry. You don’t have to answer that.”

“It’s okay,” Chloe said. “He, um, isn’t around.”

“Been there,” Beca said. “My dad left my mom when I was four. My mom raised me alone and I turned out okay. At least I think I did.”

“Beca!,” Lexi said excitedly to get Beca’s attention. “It’s Dylwan’s birfday!”

“It is?,” Beca asked looking at Dylan and then at Chloe.

Chloe nodded her head. “He’s four today.”

“Well, this calls for a celebration,” Beca said.

“Yay!,” Lexi and Dylan squeal.

“I’m sorry, Dyl,” Chloe said. “But we have to leave soon to catch our bus.”

“Oh,” Beca said. “I have a car here. We can drive you back to your hotel later.”

“Thanks, but we actually live in L.A.,” Chloe said. “And we have to take two buses to get home. If I wait we won’t get home until really late.”

“You live in L.A.?,” Beca asked. “So do I. Do you have anything planned for Dylan when you get home?”

“Um, no,” Chloe said looking down at the table. “We really don’t know anyone and this was the best I could do.”

Dylan and Lexi looked sad that they were going to have to separate already. Beca leaned into Chloe and whispered, “Since you don’t have any plans for later, how about we take you guys home, you get a swimsuit and change of clothes for you and Dylan, then you can come to my house and we’ll have a pool party.”

“That’s very nice of you,” Chloe said. “But we don’t want to impose.”

“It’s no imposition,” Beca said sincerely. “Besides, I don’t want to be the one to tell those two we have to say goodbye already.”

Chloe looked at the two and Lexi was hugging Dylan. Beca saw the sadness in Chloe’s eyes.

“I’m sorry,” Beca said quietly. “I didn’t mean to make assumptions. I just thought it would be fun for them. I have a house with a pool. I’d love for you and Dylan to come over so he and Lexi can have a playdate. If we just happen to find some cake and ice cream to celebrate his birthday, then it happens. What do you say?”

Chloe looked at Dylan and saw how sad he was to have to leave his new friend. “Thank you,” Chloe said. “We’d love to come over.”

“Hey, Lexi,” Beca said getting the young girl’s attention. “Why don’t you invite Dylan to come with us and go swimming?”

“Weally?,” Dylan asked and Beca nodded. “Can we, mommy?”

“Of course we can, Dyl,” Chloe said with a smile.

“Yay!,” Lexi and Dylan squealed. Lexi grabbed Dylan in a hug.

“Can we leave soon?,” Beca asked Chloe. “Lexi usually goes down for a nap around 2:30.”

“Same with Dylan,” Chloe said.

“Why don’t we leave as soon as we’re done eating so we can swing by your place and get what you need?,” Beca said suggested. “Then we can go to my house and we can put them both down for a nap. Sheila should be home and we can just relax until they wake up.”

“Sheila?,” Chloe asked.

“Lexi’s mom, my step-mom,” Beca explained.

“That sounds nice,” Chloe said. “I don’t get a chance to just relax very often.”

“Well, then, today is your lucky day,” Beca said with a smile. “Because at Casa Mitchell it’s all about fun and relaxation.” She lowers her voice like she’s telling Chloe a secret. “There may also be some wine in there somewhere.”

Chloe smiled and giggled and Beca thought that she had never seen or heard anything more beautiful.

“Come on, Dylan,” Chloe said. “Let’s go potty before we leave.”

Dylan stood and Chloe took him by the hand.  We’ll just be a couple of minutes.”

Chloe left the table and Beca asked the waitress for the check. She then pulled out her phone and sent a text to Sheila.

Beca: Hey, we’ll be home in a bit but could you run to the store and pick up a cake and some ice cream?

Sheila: Why?

Beca: I’ll explain when we get home. Oh, and it’s for a little boy.

Sheila: Okay. Can’t wait to hear about this.

The waitress brought the check and Beca gave her a credit card. The waitress returned and Beca signed the receipt after adding a nice tip. The waitress thanked her and left Beca and Lexi alone. Beca smiled when Lexi yawned.

“Getting sleepy, Lex?,” Beca asked.

“Yeah,” Lexi said. “Can we get soo-bineers before we go home?”

“Yes,” Beca said and laughed. “We can get soo-bineers before we go.”

Chloe and Dylan came back to the table so Beca stood.

“All set?,” Beca asked.

“We’re all set,” Chloe said. “What about the check.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Beca said. “It’s our treat for Dylan’s birthday.”

“Thank you,” Chloe said. “That’s very sweet of you.”

“Yeah, um, well we have to stop and get a few souvenirs for Lexi,” Beca said. “But that won’t take long.”

“Lead the way,” Chloe said and took Dylan’s hand.

Beca took Lexi’s hand and Lexi grabbed Dylan’s. The four walked down Main Street toward the exit. Beca pointed to one of the shops and they all went in. Chloe and Dylan walked off in one direction and Sophie and Beca went in another. Beca kept an eye on Chloe so she’d know where she was when they were ready to check out. She furrowed her brows when she saw a tear glistening in Chloe’s eye and Dylan putting something back on the shelf. She figured Dylan wanted it and Chloe wasn’t able to buy it for him. After Chloe and Dylan moved on Beca walked over with Lexi and picked up the toy Dylan had in his hand.

“Hey, Lex,” Beca said showing Lexi the stuffed Mickey. “I think Dylan would like this. Why don’t we surprise him with it for his birthday?”

“Yes,” Lexi said. “Thanks, Beca.” Lexi looked over at saw a place where they had the Mickey Mouse ears. “Beca! We have to get ears.”

“Okay,” Beca said.

They went to the hat are and go two Mickey and two Minnie ears so that Chloe and Dylan could have a pair as well. When they were done they found Chloe and Dylan sitting outside on a bench. Dylan smiled when he saw Lexi and ran over and hugged her.

“Those two are so cute,” Beca couldn’t help gushing.

“Yes, they are,” Chloe said.

“Well, let’s get going,” Beca said. “Lexi looks like she’s ready to drop.”

Beca took Chloe to her apartment and let her get what was needed for her and Dylan to go swimming at Beca’s. They arrived at Beca’s and Chloe’s eyes widened.

“You live here?,” Chloe asked. “What do you do?”

“Oh, I’m a music producer,” Beca said. “And I DJ on the side.”

Chloe doesn’t say anything as she tries to take it all in. Both kids had fallen asleep and Beca told Chloe she’d get Dylan if Chloe carried the bags. Just as Beca turned the car off, Sheila came walking out. Chloe and Beca got out of the car.

“Chloe, this is my stepmom, Sheila Mitchell,” Beca said as Sheila reached the car. “Sheila, this is Chloe, um”

“Beale,” Chloe said. “Chloe Beale.”

“Nice to meet you, Chloe,” Sheila said. “I’m going get Lexi and put her to bed.”

Sheila opened the back door of the car and started to get Lexi out. Beca looked at Chloe and handed her all the bags that needed to go in the house. Beca got Dylan and followed Sheila into the house. Chloe trailed behind feeling a little less certain about being there.

“You can just drop those bags there,” Beca said as Chloe crossed the threshold. “Then you can come with me to put Dylan down so you know where he is.”

Chloe just nodded and set the bags down. She followed Beca and helped get Dylan situated. Beca was amazed that Dylan didn’t wake from all the jostling and laying down she put him through. She waved for Chloe to follow her back downstairs. Before she left the room Beca turned on the baby monitor and grabbed the receiver to take with her. She led Chloe down to the kitchen.

“I got those things you asked for, Beca,” Sheila said as they entered the kitchen.

“Great,” Beca said. “Thanks. Hey, Chloe. Do you mind if I invite my friend Stacie over? She has two kids of her own and we can make this a real party for Dylan.”

“Um, yeah, sure,” Chloe said quietly.

Sheila and Beca exchanged a look. “Is everything okay, Chloe?,” Beca asked. Her eyes suddenly grew wide. “Oh, my gosh, I’m being pushy. You probably didn’t really want to come over here and I guilted you into it. I’m sorry. As soon as Dylan wakes up I’ll take you guys home. I’m really sorry. I wasn’t thinking.”

“No, Beca,” Chloe said when Beca finally ran out of steam. “It’s nothing you did. I guess I’m just overwhelmed by how nice you’ve been to me and Dylan. We’ve been in L.A. for six months and Lexi is the first friend Dylan’s found. And, you’re kind of my first friend, too.”

“Really?,” Beca said feeling relieved. “Well, stick with me because your social circle is about to get a whole lot bigger. I’m calling Stacie, Amy, Jesse, and Benji to come over. You’ll not only have some friends, you’ll have a pool of babysitters so you can have some you time.”

Beca rushes off to make calls before Chloe can even respond. Sheila smiles at her.

“She’s a good kid,” Sheila said. “And she’s telling you the truth. Her group of friends has been around since high school and they’ve all somehow ended up here in L.A. They are still as thick as thieves and would do anything for the other.”

“I just feel like I’m intruding,” Chloe said.

“Trust me, you’re not,” Sheila said. “How about a glass of wine?”

“I’d love some,” Chloe said starting to feel better about taking Beca up on her offer to come over.

Beca came bounding back into the kitchen. “Everyone’s in. Dylan’s going to get a big surprise when he sees all the people here for his birthday. We’re turning it into a cookout slash pool party. Jesse’s bringing the hot dogs and hamburgers, Benji and Emily are bringing chips, dip, and maybe some hummus, Stacie’s bringing whatever she feels like, and Amy’s covering drinks. I’m going to make some potato salad, pasta salad, and maybe some coleslaw.”

“Wow,” Chloe said. “You did all that planning in less than 10 minutes?”

“No, Stacie did,” Beca said. “She conferenced us all in and told us what to do.”

Sheila and Chloe laughed.

“I want to help,” Chloe said. “I make a mean potato salad.”

“Cool,” Beca said. “The job’s yours.”

“I’ll do the pasta salad,” Sheila said.

“That leaves me on coleslaw duty,” Beca said and clapped her hands. “Let’s get to it ladies.”

The three women made their dishes and just as Chloe was finishing the potato salad, Beca heard what sounded like Lexi and Dylan waking up.

“I’ll get the kids since I’m done,” Beca said and went upstairs.

She was walking downstairs holding Dylan and Lexi’s hand when the doorbell rang. Beca detoured over to answer the door.

“Hey, Stace,” Beca said seeing her best friend standing there. “Come on in. I’ll introduce everyone once we get to the kitchen. Come on, kids. Follow me.”

“Hey, Stacie,” Sheila said and went to hug the tall brunette. “Here, let me take that.”

Sheila took a bowl from Stacie and put it on the counter.

“Oh, um, Stacie Conrad, this is Chloe Beale,” Beca said introducing the two.

“Wow, Becs,” Stacie said giving Chloe the once-over. “You did good. She’s hot.”

“Stace!,” Beca said embarrassed.

“Thank you,” Chloe said with a big smile.

The doorbell rang again and Beca went to answer. She came back into the kitchen with Jesse, and Benji and Emily. Beca did the introductions.

“Hey, Jesse,” Beca said. “Can you get the grill started?”

“On it,” Jesse said and went outside.

Emily, Stacie, and Chloe were chatting and getting to know each other. The kids were running around, playing like they’d known each other their whole lives. Beca couldn’t help but sit back and smile.

“Hey, Beca?,” Benji came over to her. “I brought some of my magic tricks. I thought it would be fun for the kids.”

“That’s great, Benji,” Beca said. “Maybe you give them a little show after we eat.”

“Beca,” Sheila called out. “Where do you keep your paper plates and stuff.”

Beca went over and showed Sheila where everything was. She helped Sheila take everything outside. She came back in and asked Benji if he could take the ketchup, mustard, and stuff out to the Sheila. Benji enlisted Emily and Stacie to help. Beca and Chloe were left alone in the kitchen.

“Your friends are all very nice,” Chloe told her. “I feel like I’m part of the group already.”

“Wait until you meet Fat Amy,” Beca said. “You’re in for a treat there.”

“You call her Fat Amy?,” Chloe asked.

“She calls herself Fat Amy,” Beca said. “So-

“Twig bitches like you don’t do it behind my back,” a voice cuts in and finishes.

“Amy!,” Beca said. “How did you get in here?”

“There are some things that you just don’t need to know,” Amy said. “So, is this the new girlfriend?”

“Amy,” Beca said giving her a glare. “This is my friend.”

“What?,” Amy said. “She looks like your type.”

Chloe bites her lip to try and hide her smile. “I’m Chloe.”

“She’s hot, Becs,” Amy said. “Where do you want the drinks? Bumper should be bringing them in any second.”

“Outside,” Beca said and Amy heads out back.

Beca’s cheeks are pink and she looks at Chloe.

“I’m sorry about that,” Beca said.

“It’s okay,” Chloe said. “It’s nice to know I still got it.”

“Hey, Beca,” Bumper said as he walked in carrying a bunch of drinks. He saw Chloe and said, “Wow, she’s hot. Way to go, Beca.”

“Bumper, no,” Beca said shaking her head. Chloe just laughed. “Amy’s out back. Take the drinks out there.”

“Oh, my God,” Beca said. “All my friends are creeps.”

“I thought it was sweet,” Chloe said. “I haven’t been told I was hot in a while. Can’t say I’m offended at all.”

“Well, they’re not wrong,” Beca said without thinking.

“Oh, so you think I’m hot?,” Chloe asked stepping closer to Beca.

“No, yes,” Beca said flustered. “I mean, yeah. I mean, you’ve seen you. Who wouldn’t think you were hot?” Beca facepalmed herself. “Oh, God.”

“Thanks,” Chloe said with a smile. “Because, I think you’re kind of hot, too.”

“Really?,” Beca squeaked out.

“Oh, my God! Ask the girl out already, Becs,” Stacie said. “If you don’t, I will.”

Beca looked over to see Stacie, Emily, and Sheila standing by the back door smiling at her. Chloe looked at Stacie and smiled. “Sorry, Stacie,” Chloe said. “I’ve kind of got my eye on another brunette. But if she doesn’t work out, I’ll definitely let you know.”

Stacie laughed and winked at Chloe. “Okay, stop it,” Beca said. “I kind of hate you both right now.”

“Oh, that’s too bad,” Chloe said. “Because I was going to ask you out.” She turns to Stacie and said, “I guess it’s you and me then, Stacie.”

“Wait!,” Beca said. “You’d really go out with me?”

“Are you asking me?,” Chloe asked.

“Yes. Yes, I am,” Beca said and smiled. “I would love it if you’d let me take you out on a date.”

“I’d love to,” Chloe said and kissed Beca on the cheek.

“Congratulations you two,” Emily said and squealed.

~oOo~ ~oOo~ ~oOo~

One year later, Beca Mitchell stood looking down into the big blue eyes of five-year-old Dylan Beale. She was once again standing outside the entrance to Disneyland.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” Beca said. She let out a breath and looked back down at Dylan. “You know the plan?”

“Yep,” Dylan said.

“And you’re okay with me asking your mom to marry me?,” Beca asked.

“Yep,” Dylan said and giggled.

“Okay, here she comes,” Beca said. “Get ready.”

“Ready,” Dylan said.

“Hey, I got the tickets,” Chloe said as she came up to Beca and Dylan.

“Thanks, babe,” Beca said and kissed Chloe.

Chloe stepped back to look at Dylan.

“You ready, Dyl?,” Chloe asked.

“Not yet,” Dylan said. “My shoes untied.”

“I got it,” Beca said as Chloe looked down at Dylan’s shoes.

Beca knelt down on one knee and Dylan giggled. Beca nodded at him and Dylan reached for Chloe’s hand to pull her closer to Beca. Chloe looked down at Beca in confusion.

“Chloe Beale,” Beca said as she looked up at Chloe. Chloe’s eyes got wide when she saw Beca still kneeling and holding up a ring. “It was one year ago today that I met you and Dylan. This past year has been one of the best years of my life. And I only see every year from this day forward being better than the last with you two in my life. I love you and I would be very honored if you and Dylan became a permanent part of my family. Will you marry me?”

Chloe had her hand to her mouth and tears running down her face.

“Say yes, mommy,” Dylan said.

“Yes,” Chloe said. “Absolutely, yes!”

The crowd that had witnessed the proposal started clapping and cheering for the couple. Beca stood up and placed the ring on Chloe’s finger and pulled her into a kiss. Chloe pulled back and said, “I love you, so much.”

“I love you, too,” Beca said and kissed her again. This time Beca pulled back and bent down and picked up Dylan. She and Chloe both kissed him on the cheek causing a big grin to form on his face.

“You two ready to tackle the second happiest place on earth?,” Beca asked.

“Second happiest?,” Chloe asked with a laugh. “I thought Disney was the happiest place on earth.”

“Nah,” Beca said. “Wherever you two are is the happiest place on earth. At least for me it is.”

“You’re such a dork,” Chloe said and kissed Beca.

“Best birthday, ever!,” Dylan squealed, hugging his mommy and Beca.

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BECHLOE WEEK 2018

Day 4: Why?

Note: I wasn't quite sure what to do with this one. I did see where the moderator (is that what they’re called?) told another writer that it could be used any way the writer wishes, such as having someone in the story asking Why?; so that's what I did. I hope you enjoy it.

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Beca had a long day and was slowly making her way back home. She smiled because 'home' was the Bellas house and she considered the girls her family. She knew that no matter what happened after they graduated, she would always be able to count on her family.

It was only six-thirty when Beca came into the Bellas house. She was surprised to see most of the girls sitting in the living room. The only girls not there were Flo and Lily. She dropped her bag at the bottom of the stairs to take up later and walked, into the living room, greeting the girls.

"What? No hot dates tonight?," Beca asked the group as she grabbed a handful of chips. "Everyone is usually running around getting ready by now. I don't think I've seen this many of you just sitting around on a Friday night, like, ever. Especially you two." Beca nodded in the direction of Stacie and Amy.

"You know the hunter's been tamed," Stacie said with a wink. "And, Aubrey had to work overtime tonight."

"I have a date later," Fat Amy said. "Much later, if you know what I mean."

"We all know what you mean, Ames," Emily said.

"What about you?," Chloe asked as Beca sat down next to her. "No hot date with Jesse?

"Um, God no," Beca responds.

"Why not?," Jessica asked.

"Probably because he's with his girlfriend," Beca said nonchalantly as she munched on her chips.

"What?," the Bellas asked as one.

"Since when?," CR asked.

"We broke up little over a month ago. We both realize we were better as friends." Beca laughed and added, "I really should know better by now not to tell you girls anything when you're drunk."

"Wait," Chloe said with a furrowed brow. "When did you tell us this? Why don't I remember? This is big news."

"Remember that day in January when Stacie told us that it was 'Peculiar People Day'?," Beca asked.

"Yeah," the girls responded.

"It was decided that since we considered ourselves a band of misfits that the Bellas should celebrate," Beca said and the girls nodded. "And, someone," she looks at Chloe when she says this, "decided to let Fat Amy play bartender. I came home and didn't realize how drunk all of you were and told you that Jesse and I had just broken up. Everybody gave me sympathy in the form of whatever it was you all were drinking, and I was as drunk as the rest of you by the time we called it a night. After that, it never really came up again."

"Oh, my God," Chloe said. "I only remember the start of that party. I have no memory of anything after that until the next morning."

"I don't think any of us do," Ashley said. "That was one weird night."

"You're welcome," Fat Amy said with a smug smile.

"I'm so glad I missed it," Emily half-whispered so only Ashley heard.

"I wish I had," Ashley whispered back and shivered.

"I'm so sorry, Beca," Chloe said. "I should have been there for you with ice cream and boxes of tissues."

Chloe pulled Beca into a hug. Beca hugged her back and pulled away.

"It's okay, Chlo," Beca said. "Like I said, we knew we were better off as friends. And I wasn't really that upset over it."

"So, that means your single," CR said with a mischievous grin. "I know someone who might be interested in going out if you're up to it. And, I know for a fact they're not doing anything tonight."

Chloe threw the dark-skinned beauty a glare.

"Ooooh, I know who you're talking about," Jessica said. "She's really nice, Beca."

"You should take them up on it, Beca," Stacie said. "You know what they say? The easiest way to get over somebody-"

"Is to get under somebody else," the girls all finish together and start laughing.

"Funny," Beca deadpanned. "Thanks, but I think I'm good for now. You don't mind if I hang out with you girls tonight, do you?"

"You know you're one of us, right?," Chloe said, giving her a quick hug.

"Are you sure, Beca?," CR said, not letting it go, much to Chloe's chagrin. "This girl is so your type."

"She said she wasn't interested, CR," Chloe said as she started to squirm. She knew they were talking about her. It was no secret to the Bellas that she liked Beca. "Let's just drop it."

"But, she's really hot!," CR said and pushed on when she saw Chloe blush. "I mean smokin' hot! And, like I said, just your type."

"So, I have a type?," Beca said with amusement.

"Yes, you do," Jessica said. She looked over at CR and grinned. "I'd say your type is someone who loves music as much as you do."

"Exactly," CR said. "And they have to be able to get past your snarky attitude. And if anybody can do that, she can."

"And," Ashley adds, "they would also have to like the whole closed-off alt-girl look you have going on. Although, admittedly, you have toned that down over the years we've known you."

"Thanks," Beca said with a smirk.

"Someone who can invade your personal space without making you want to cringe," Stacie adds.

"Someone who knows your coffee order," Jessica said.

"Someone who can put you in a good mood just by smiling at you," Emily throws in.

"That's enough," Chloe finally said. "Leave Beca alone. She can find her own dates."

"Thanks, Chlo," Beca said with a smile. "But, it's okay. I'm kind of liking the sound of this girl they're talking about."

Chloe gave her a 'what the hell?' look.

"I mean, she sounds nice," Beca said with a shrug. "And I'd like to hear more about her."

The Bellas were all smiling when Chloe let out a huff and left the room.

"I have her number if you want to give the girl a call," Stacie said with a laugh.

"That's okay," Beca said with a big smile. "I already have it."

Beca pulled out her phone and found a contact and hit the call button. She, too, walked out of the room as the phone started ringing.

"Guess she's not as oblivious as we thought," Jessica said as they all started high-fiving each other.

Chloe hurried up to her room and shut the door. She flopped onto the bed as a tear started to fall. She couldn't believe Beca could be so dense. It was obvious the girls were talking about her. She felt her phone vibrate in her pocket and pulled it out to answer without looking to see who was calling.

"Hello," Chloe said.

"So," Beca's voice came through the line. "I hear from mutual friends that you are smokin' hot and just my type." Chloe smiles. "So, I was wondering if you were free to have dinner with me? Tonight."

"You mean a date?," Chloe asked, not believing what she was hearing.

"Yes, a date," Beca responded. "Do you want to go out with me?"

"Are you serious?," Chloe asked as she sat up on the bed. "This is for real?"

"Yes, and yes," Beca said and laughed. "See, I've been crushing on you for a while, but I was in a relationship and couldn't act on my feelings."

"What about now?," Chloe asked with a small smile on her face.

"Oh, I'm kind of beyond crushing on you," Beca said quietly since she was standing outside Chloe's door and didn't want her to know she was there. "And the relationship is over. Don't worry it was an amicable split. So, I'm single, and I've been led to believe that you're also single. So, what do you say? Are you interested in a date? With me? Tonight?"

"I'd love to," Chloe said as she jumped off the bed and hurried to the door. She wanted to find Beca.

"Great," Beca said. "How about I pick you up," suddenly Chloe opened her door and squealed not expecting to see Beca standing there. "Now?"

Chloe just grinned and said into the phone, "Give me ten minutes to change into something a little less comfortable."

"I think it's safe to hang up now," Beca said with a chuckle. She put her phone in her pocket and smiled at Chloe.

Chloe put her phone in her pocket and pulled Beca into a hug. "Seriously, give me ten minutes, and we can go."

Beca reluctantly pulled out of the hug.

"I'll wait for you downstairs," Beca said.

Chloe closed her door and squealed again. She rushed around looking for something to change into.

Beca thought about changing as well, but looked down and decided her work clothes were fine for dinner out. She went downstairs, and the girls started cheering.

"Finally," Beca heard a voice say.

"Aubrey?," Beca asked looking around.

"I have her on speaker," Stacie said. "I had to call and tell her that the bechloe ship was finally leaving the dock."

"Beca," Aubrey said. "I know I don't have to tell you what will happen to you if you hurt my best friend, right?"

The girls all smiled and looked at Beca.

"I promise you, Aubrey," Beca said. "If I do anything that hurts Chloe, you can do whatever you want to me."

"Deal," Aubrey said. "Stacie take me off speaker, please."

Stacie takes the phone off speaker and goes into another room so she can finish talking to Aubrey in private.

"So, where are you taking Red?," Fat Amy asked.

"I was thinking we'd just hit up Antonio's since it's so last minute," Beca responded. "And then we'll just see what happens after that."

"That sounds perfect," Ashley said.

Beca is smiling as she sits and waits for Chloe. She can't believe they are actually going on a date. Suddenly, her smile drops and she looks panicked.

"Beca?," CR said as she went to Beca's side. She knew that look and that Beca was starting to panic, which means she wanted to run. "Don't do it. Chloe has been waiting for you to make a move for a long time. Don't flake out on her now."

"I, um, I have a date with Chloe," Beca said and swallowed. "Oh, my God. Why do I have a date with Chloe? Oh, right. I asked her. Why did I ask her?"

She started breathing heavy, and her eyes were wide with panic.

"She's losing it," Fat Amy said. She goes rushing out of the room and comes back with Stacie.

"Beca," Stacie asked, kneeling in front of the girl. "Are you okay?"

"She's panicking because her brain finally caught up to the fact that she asked Chloe out on a date," Jessica said.

"BECA!," Aubrey yells causing Beca's head to jerk and look at Stacie's phone mere inches from her head.

"Yeah?," Beca asked hesitantly as Stacie placed the phone near her ear.

"If you try and back out of this date," Aubrey said so Beca could hear her. "I am going to skin you alive and leave your bones for the vultures. Do you understand me?"

Beca blinked a couple of times. "Yeah," Beca said seeming to calm down after hearing Aubrey's voice. "Thanks, Aubrey."

"Any time," Aubrey said, and Beca could almost hear the smirk she knew Aubrey was wearing.

"Sorry, everyone," Beca said. "Just a moment of panic. I'm fine now."

"Becs?," Chloe called as she entered the living room to find the girls huddled around her. The girls turned to look at Chloe. "Is everything okay?"

Beca smiled at her, and the girls moved away from Beca. "It is now," Beca said as she got up and walked over to Chloe. "You look great," Beca said and kissed Chloe on the cheek.

"Are you okay?," Chloe whispered.

"I'm fine. Don't worry," Beca said. "I did have a mini-panic attack, but I'm better now that you're here. Shall we go?"

"Are you sure you're okay?," Chloe asked. "We don't have to go out."

"Yes, we do," Beca said. "We've wanted this for too long to back out now."

Chloe smiled and grabbed Beca's hand. "Then let's go."

"See you girls later," Beca called out as she headed for the door.

"Don't wait up," Chloe said and winked at them.

Beca's eyes got wide and then she smiled. "What she said," was the last thing the girls heard just before the front door closed.

~oOo~ ~oOo~ ~oOo~

Beca and Chloe were sitting across from each other at a cozy little table for two. They had placed their orders and were now just chatting.

"I'm glad you asked me out," Chloe said with a soft smile.

"I'm glad I asked you out, too," Beca said mirroring Chloe's smile.

"I could have killed the girls when they started talking about finding you a girl, even if that girl was me," Chloe said with a small laugh. "It seems everyone knew about my feelings for you, except you."

"I've been wanting to ask you out since Jesse and I broke up," Beca said. "I have to admit he's the one who told me to go after you."

"He did?," Chloe asked, surprised. "Why would he do that?"

"He did," Beca said. "He said he could tell I was into you and I shouldn't let fear stop me from being with who I really wanted. It seems he knows me better than I thought he did. He's bugged me about it almost every day since."

"He really is a good guy," Chloe said.

"He is," Beca said. "But, back to the Bellas. As I was saying, I've wanted to ask you out for a while. When they started talking about knowing a girl who was my type, I caught on pretty quick they were talking about you, so I went along with it. I thought you were playing along until you left in a huff."

"I thought you were being oblivious to the fact that it was me they were talking about," Chloe said, looking apologetic.

"Understandable," Beca said and they both grew quiet.

Beca looked at Chloe and Chloe looked back. Beca took a chance and started to lean forward to kiss Chloe. Chloe moved forward as well.

"Here you are ladies," the waiter said interrupting them as he placed their food in front of them.

"Why, dude?," Beca asked, her frustration evident. "Why now?"

"My apologies," the waiter said and hurried away.

"It's okay, Beca," Chloe said with a laugh. "We have all night."

"You're right," Beca said. "I'm sorry. I just really want to kiss you."

"I really want to kiss you, too," Chloe said.

The two girls leaned forward again, each staring at the other. Their lips were mere inches from each other.

"Sorry, ladies," the waiter said interrupting again.

"Why? Why are you here this time?," Beca said trying to hold back her frustration.

"I, um, I forgot, uh," the waiter stammered.

"It's okay," Chloe said, placing her hand gently on top of Beca's that was on the table. She turned to the waiter. "What did you forget?"

"I forgot to leave your bread," the waiter said and set the plate on the table before hurrying away.

"Let's eat," Chloe said, giving Beca's hand a squeeze before letting it go. "It all looks delicious."

The two girls began eating and talked about anything and everything. They were both almost finished when Beca offered Chloe a bite of her stuffed shells. Chloe took it and hummed in appreciation.

"That's really good," Chloe said. She then put the last bite of her lasagna on her fork and offered it to Beca. "Here. Taste this."

Chloe held the fork towards Beca. Beca placed her hand over Chloe's and slowly pulled the fork closer. She leans in and takes the offered bite, closing her lips around it until they met the fork. She slowly drew back, letting her lips slide the bite off the fork and into her mouth. She kept her hand on Chloe's and looked directly into her eyes as she licked her lips to capture some of the tomato sauce that lingered. Beca could see the shudder that ran through Chloe as she sucked in her bottom lip and smiled.

"Oh, my God," Chloe thought to herself. "That was so sexy."

"Wow," Beca said letting go of Chloe's hand. "That's really good. I hope wherever we go next time the food is just as good."

Chloe realized her hand was still holding her empty fork in the air and quickly put it down on the table. Trying to act casual, when her whole body was tingling, she took a deep breath to settle herself and looked at Beca.

"Um, next time?," Chloe asked, her voice a little shaky. She cleared her throat. "You think there's going to be a next time?" Chloe was relieved that she sounded more confident.

Beca wiped her mouth and put the napkin back on her lap. She looked at Chloe.

"Why? Don't you?," Beca asked. "I mean I hope this isn't our first and only date. I'd like to take you out again, a lot. I mean, you know if you want."

Chloe couldn't help but smile at how quickly confident Beca became uncertain Beca.

"I very much want," Chloe said. "Are you done? Eating, I mean."

"Um, yeah," Beca said. "Why? Would you like some dessert?"

"No thanks," Chloe said. "I was just thinking maybe we could go home?"

"Why?," Beca said. "I thought you were having a good time. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to put you on the spot. It's...I guess I'm just not ready for the night to end."

"I am having a good time," Chloe said and bit her bottom lip to hold back a smile. "And who said the night was ending?"

"You said you wanted to go home," Beca said and looked at Chloe. Chloe just looked back at her with a big smile on her face. "Oh, you meant-. Check please!"

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[bechloeislegit]

BECHLOE WEEK 2018

Day 2: Jealousy [High School AU]

Chloe Beale stood at her locker with her best friends, Aubrey Posen and Stacie Conrad. They were all seniors at Barden High and the main topic, again, was Senior Prom. It was Friday and Chloe was so grateful to have the next two days free from school and talk of the prom.

"Uni asked me to prom yesterday," Aubrey said with a smile. "He's renting us a limousine. You guys should come with us. It will be fun."

"I don't think I'm going," Chloe told her. She glanced across the hall when she saw Beca Mitchell walk up to her locker.

"What?," Aubrey practically screeches causing several of the students to look at them. "You and Beca have been dating for over a year. Didn't she ask you yet?"

Chloe chanced another look at Beca and saw Beca looking back at her, her face impassive. As soon as she caught Beca's eye, Beca looked away from her. Chloe sighed and continued to get her books from her locker.

"We're kind of not talking right now," Chloe said.

"Why?," Aubrey and Stacie both asked. "What happened?"

"I accused her of cheating on me," Chloe said.

"Did she?," Stacie asked. "Or do you think she did?"

"I'm not sure," Chloe said. "I saw her with Jenna Michaels, and they looked cozy. Really cozy. I got upset and accused her of hooking up with Jenna. She got angry and stormed off, and we haven't spoken since."

"You know she wouldn't cheat on you, right?," Stacie asked.

"You can't be sure she didn't," Aubrey said. "You know her reputation."

"Oh, my God, Brey," Stacie said. "We both know that rumors are not truths. What do you have against her anyway? You ignore her when she's with Chloe. You call her names like hobbit and alt-girl. What is your actual problem with her?"

"I just don't like her," Aubrey responded.

"You mean you're jealous of her," Chloe said. "No matter what you do, she always seems to one-up you. You get a 98 on a test; she gets 100. It's been that way since Freshman Year."

"She never studies," Aubrey said her voice high. "I've worked my whole school career to be Valedictorian and that little-"

"Watch it, Brey," Chloe said warningly. "We may be having a problem right now, but she is still my girlfriend."

"Whatever," Aubrey said. "Let's go, or we'll be late for class."

The three girls walk into their first-period class. Chloe's eyes immediately find Beca. Beca frowns when Chloe catches her eye. Chloe gives her a small smile before sitting near Aubrey and Stacie.

"Attention students and faculty," a voice comes over the school speakers.

"Settle down everyone," the teacher, Mr. Sullivan, called out.

The announcement continued. "Would Aubrey Posen please report to the Principal's Office. Aubrey Posen, please report to the Principal's Office."

Aubrey sat there a bit stunned. She's never been called to the Principal's office.

"Miss Posen?," Mr. Sullivan said, snapping Aubrey out of her thoughts. "I think they mean today."

Aubrey blushed bright red as the students laughed. She gathered her things and hurried out the door. When she got to the Principal's office, the secretary told her to have a seat. She sat and waited until Mr. Smith, the Principal, came out of his office.

"Miss Posen," he called out and stood aside to allow Aubrey to enter his office. He followed in behind her. "Please have a seat."

Aubrey sat down, and Mr. Smith sat behind his desk. He opened a folder sitting on the desk in front of him.

"I've called you in here today to congratulate you," Mr. Smith said. "And to inform you…"

"Oh, my God," Aubrey thought as her face brightened and she sat straight up in her chair. This is it; this is what she's been working for since the first day she stepped into her Kindergarten class. Since Mr. Smith only called her into the office must mean she is Valedictorian of her graduating class.

"That you are this year's,' Mr. Smith continued, "Salutatorian."

Aubrey's face blanched. Her ears must be playing tricks on her. Salutatorian? How could that be? She snapped out of it when she realized Mr. Smith was still talking.

"...speech should be ready by May 1 so it can be reviewed by the Superintendent's office," Mr. Smith concluded.

"I'm sorry," Aubrey said as she stood and leaned over the desk to get in Mr. Smith's face. "But did you say I'm the Salutatorian?"

"Yes, that's right," Mr. Smith said.

"May I ask who the Valedictorian is?," Aubrey asked through clenched teeth.

"I can't say as yet," Mr. Smith said. "I have to notify them first before I can say anything more."

Aubrey thought for a moment, and her eyes widened at a sudden realization.

"It's Beca Mitchell isn't it?," Aubrey said her voice rising. "She's always taking things that I deserve to have." Aubrey runs a hand through her hair. "There is no way that alt-girl, overly-mascaraed hobbit, wannabe badass, deserves to be our Valedictorian!"

"Sit down, Miss Posen," Mr. said calmly. "I assure you, we have checked and rechecked everything. The Board of Education and the Superintendent's office has gone over both your records with a fine-toothed comb. You are the Salutatorian."

Aubrey finally comes out of Mr. Smith's office. Her movements are slow, almost robot like. She returns to her class and glares at Beca. Beca isn't surprised at the animosity Aubrey is directing toward her, she is always glaring at her about something. Aubrey sits by her two worried best friends and shakes her head at them when they ask her what's wrong.

The school PA system comes to life with another announcement.

"Attention Students and Faculty," the voice comes over the speakers. "Would Rebeca Mitchell please report to the Principal's Office. Rebeca Mitchell, please report to the Principal's Office."

"What did you do, Beca?," Jesse Swanson asked, and Fat Amy laughed.

"Shut it, Swanson," Beca responded as she gathered up her stuff to head to the Principal's Office.

Beca is gone about fifteen minutes before she returns to class. She doesn't say anything. She just goes to her seat and sits down. Chloe looked back at her with a furrowed brow, but Beca was staring down at her desk.

"Attention Students and Faculty," Mr. Smith's voice comes over the speakers. "I am honored to announce this year's Salutatorian and Valedictorian for the Class of 2018. Your Salutatorian is Rebeca Mitchell." Aubrey's head jerks back to look at Beca who just looks back at her with an unreadable expression. "And your Valedictorian is Aubrey Posen. Congratulations to you both."

"Congratulations, Miss Posen," Mr. Sullivan said. "And to you as well, Miss Mitchell."

"Way to go, Beca," Jesse Swanson and Fat Amy yelled across the room to their best friend. A few others start congratulating the two.

Chloe and Stacie were both squealing and gave Aubrey congratulatory hugs.

"Alright, alright," Mr. Sullivan said. "Let's settle down. There are just a few minutes left so just quietly do your own thing until the bell rings."

"Beca Mitchell as Salutatorian," Stacie said. "Wow."

"Beca's very smart," Chloe said. "She's the reason I was able to pass Calculus last year."

"What?," Aubrey said. "You said you got a tutor and that's why you passed."

"Yeah, I did," Chloe said quietly. "Beca was my tutor. Mrs. Spalding recommended her."

"You never told me that," Aubrey said.

"That's how we got together, remember?," Chloe said.

Chloe was very proud that Beca was Salutatorian. She had to figure out a way to apologize for being jealous and congratulate her for being Salutatorian. For now, she had to be Aubrey's best friend and help her celebrate being Valedictorian.

*0*0*0*0*0*

Beca was sitting alone eating her lunch when Aubrey sat down in the seat across from her. Aubrey looked at Beca and Beca looked back at her.

"Something I can do for you, Posen?," Beca asked.

"I know I'm not the real Valedictorian," Aubrey said while still looking at Beca. "Why did you do it?"

"I don't know what you're talking about, Posen," Beca said. "When I went to the office Mr. Smith said he had informed you that you were Salutatorian. He then told me he made a mistake and you're really the Valedictorian. That's it."

"No, that's not it," Aubrey said. "I don't get it. Why would you decline being named Valedictorian?"

Beca squirmed in her seat. Aubrey sitting and talking with her had a few people staring over at them. She looked around the room to find Chloe's eyes burrowing into her as if it was trying to reach in and expose her very soul.

"Because you want it and I don't," Beca finally replied, playing with her fingers. "It means nothing to me but everything to you. So, I thought you should have it."

"You know I've always been kind of jealous of you," Aubrey said, causing Beca to raise an eyebrow. "I know, kind of confused me, too." Aubrey chuckled, earning a smile from Beca.

"You've got nothing to be jealous of," Beca said.

"I do, or thought I did," Aubrey said. "I was jealous of you because you're smart, popular, and you've won several awards that I really wanted to win."

"Like what?," Beca asked.

"Perfect attendance for one," Aubrey said. "Remember when you were the only one last year who got the perfect attendance award? For a while, I was more upset that I didn't get one, too, than I was about the reason why I didn't get one."

At Beca's questioning stare, Aubrey said, "I missed two days when my grandma passed away."

"Oh," Beca said. "I'm sorry for your loss."

"Thank you," Aubrey said. "I think my jealousy of you started in Freshman Year when you came here the middle of track season and became the darling of the track team. I had always won most of the races and had set all the school records. And then you came along with your short legs and unbelievable speed, and I became the second best runner on the team after you broke all my records. I hated you for that."

"Is that why you didn't try out for the team Sophomore year?," Beca asked.

"Yeah," Aubrey said. "My jealousy kept me from doing something I really loved." Aubrey ran a hand through her hair. "I'm sorry I've been such a bitch to you the past few years. And I'm sorry that you and Chloe aren't speaking. For what it's worth, she knows that you and Jenna didn't hook up. She does trust you, Beca."

Chloe couldn't take it anymore. She got up and stormed over to Beca and Aubrey.

"What's going on here?," Chloe demanded. "First Jenna, and now my best friend? I can't believe you."

"You were saying?," Beca asked Aubrey, voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Chloe, it's not what it looks like," Aubrey said, trying to diffuse the situation.

"Then what is it?," Chloe demanded.

Aubrey looked at Beca and Beca shook her head as if to say you don't have to tell her. Chloe saw the look that passed between them and stormed off.

"So much for her trusting me," Beca said.

"Beca, I'm sorry," Aubrey said. "I'll talk to her."

"You don't have to," Beca said. "She obviously doesn't trust me, and I don't know if I can continue to be with someone who doesn't."

Beca grabbed her lunch trash and left Aubrey sitting there. Aubrey got up and walked over to where Chloe and Stacie were sitting. Stacie had her arm around a crying Chloe.

"Chloe, we need to talk," Aubrey said.

Chloe looked up and wiped away her tears. "What? Are you going to tell me that you two are dating now?"

"God, Chloe," Aubrey said. "I would never do that to you. Beca would never do that to you."

"What about Jenna?," Chloe asked. "I saw them, Brey. She was flirting and practically hooking up with her and you right in front of me. She doesn't even consider my feelings. She's so selfish."

"Let me stop you right there," Aubrey said, getting angry. "Beca is the least selfish person I know."

"You two are hooking up!," Stacie said. "Why else would you suddenly be defending her?"

"We are not hooking up," Aubrey said. "God, you both need to just shut up and listen."

Chloe and Stacie both looked at Aubrey and waited for her to continue. Aubrey took a deep breath and said, "Beca is the real class Valedictorian."

Both Chloe and Stacie's eyes widened, and they stared at Aubrey, stunned by what she just said.

"That's right," Aubrey said. "Beca beat me out but she knew how much I wanted it and she told Mr. Smith to give it to me. I wouldn't call that being selfish, would you?"

"Beca really did that?," Chloe asked.

"Yes, Beca really did that," Aubrey said. "And Beca hasn't been hooking up with anyone else. You want to know how I know?"

"How?," Chloe asked quietly.

"Because she told me," Aubrey said. "And I trust her. The question is, do you?"

Chloe wiped at another tear that had fallen. "I do," she replied. "But I don't know if I can fix us. I let my stupid jealousy cloud my thinking. And, now, Beca probably doesn't want to ever speak to me again."

"Leave it to me," Aubrey said. "I have an idea."

*0*0*0*0*0*

Monday morning found Beca at her locker gathering her books for class when Jenna Michaels walked up to her.

"So, is it true?," Jenna asked. "Did you and Chloe break up?"

"No, yes, I don't know," Beca said leaning against her locker. "She's so frustrating. I don't know why she suddenly thinks I'm hooking up with you and Aubrey behind her back."

"She does know I'm straight, right?," Jenna asked.

"Somehow I don't think she's thinking straight right now," Beca said causing Jenna to chuckle. "I thought she trusted me; now I'm not so sure."

"Jealousy can be an ugly thing," Jenna said. "If you want I can talk to her for you. Let her know we're just friends."

"Thanks, but I want her to trust me without having everyone else speak for me," Beca said. "She's it for me, and I maybe I need to figure out a way to show her that."

"Good luck," Jenna said and walked away.

Chloe wouldn't look at Beca during their first-period class. Aubrey gave Beca a small smile when the class was over. Chloe walked out with Aubrey and Stacie. Beca sighed and left the room.

The rest of Beca's morning was spent in a fog as she kept thinking about how she could fix things with Chloe. How she can prove to Chloe that she can trust Beca. She stopped at her locker and grabbed her lunch before heading to the cafeteria. She was so out of it that she wasn't paying any attention to what was going on around her.

"Beca?," she heard a voice say. She looked up to see Jesse handing her a rose.

"What's this?," Beca asked.

"You'll see," Jesse said.

Suddenly another rose was being handed to her by Jenna who just smiled and winked at her. Then another rose was handed to her by Fat Amy. She kept walking, and roses were handed to her by several people she knew, the last two being Stacie and Aubrey.

Beca was seriously confused by what was happening. Stacie and Aubrey were standing side-by-side and handed her their roses, making it an even dozen. They stepped apart and revealed Chloe standing behind them holding out a bouquet of another dozen roses.

"These are for you," Chloe said softly.

"Chloe?," Beca said taking the roses. "What's going on?"

"I'm apologizing to you for being a jealous idiot," Chloe said. "I trust you, Beca. I really do. And I know that you'd never cheat on me. I'm sorry for getting upset and saying you did."

"You know you could've just said that without doing all this," Beca said with a smile. "And I forgive you."

"Well the apology is not all that this is about," Chloe said. She looks over at Aubrey and Stacie who both smile and nod their heads. Chloe took a deep breath and said, "Beca Mitchell, will you please go to the prom with me?"

"Oh, my God," Beca said with a laugh. "This is a promposal?"

"Yeah," Chloe said, face turning pink.

Beca hands the roses to Aubrey and Stacie and turns back to Chloe, taking her hands and looking into her eyes. "This is the dorkiest thing anyone has ever done for me," Beca said. "I love it. And I love you, too, and would love to go to prom with you."

Chloe's face lights up, and she pulls Beca into a kiss. The cafeteria erupts in applause and cheering.

"I love you, too," Chloe whispered in Beca's ear as their friends came over to congratulate them.

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[whatisitcalledagain]

Road Trip

Chloe had the passenger-side window fully opened. The wind danced and played happily with her loose curls; now a strawberry blonde— Beca would point out—ever since Chloe had begun spending so much time out in the sun.

It had been nearly four years since the USO Tour and the two women had actively pursued their respective careers. Beca, a professional music producer living in LA, was on the rise, listed on Forbes 30 Under 30 list to watch while Chloe was in the last year of veterinarian school. The older woman had been traveling across the country working on her practicum at dude ranches for the humane handling of steers and horses.

Currently, Beca and her were on a ten and a half hour road to Trinity Center, a popular ranching region in Northern California. Beca slouched in the driver's seat, city slicker attire replaced with a tank top, unbuttoned flannel shirt, and faded skinny jeans. Her hair was tamed with French-braided pigtails, thanks to her counterpart riding shotgun. Chloe wore a pair of cut off sweats, a loose cotton T-shirt, and sports bra; a rest from her typical jean clad cowboy attire, hat included—which Beca had not been able to get over.

They were six hours in, having stopped once for lunch and a stretch. The proposed road trip masquerading as a "break from the city" Beca claimed she needed before starting her next project.

In reality, it was an excuse to continue her time with Chloe and their pseudo relationship.

Amy had called them out within the Bella thread, dubbing their relationship as "sandpapering": neither needed for the whole project (relationship) but there to finish each other off. Neither ever fought her about the term. It was oddly accurate to how they were. Both were significantly important to the other but unwilling to give up or hinder the other's endeavors to make a true relationship work. They figured their true time together had come and gone but at least they could enjoy each other's company before the next "right" person stumbled along. They were also "idiots" according to the Aussie, and, on occasion, a drunk Aubrey Posen.

Checking over to the brunette, Chloe spoke.

"Need a break?"

"Yeah," Beca answered honestly. "Wouldn't mind setting my eyes on a different stretch of ass-phalt." She gave a side glance. Chloe giggled and rolled her eyes.

They were minutes outside of Sacramento, Capitol city of California, when Chloe sweet talked the smaller woman into stopping for a photo at the Tower Bridge. She needed new photos for her desk once she returned to New York.

"Didn't you get enough photos when you were in Oklahoma and Montana," Beca poked as she put the Subaru into park.

"Well yeah," Chloe replied, unbuckling her seatbelt, "none of them have you in them." She smirked and slipped out of the car.

Beca eyed her coyly before exiting the driver's seat. She stretched and popped her back.

The two made their way over to the bank and positioned themselves to have the bridge in the background. They cuddled, cheek to cheek, and snapped a series of photos. Some modeleque, some with smiles, Beca even planted a kiss to Chloe's temple in the last one.

They didn't waste too much time after the photos. They grabbed another round of food and reloaded in the car. Chloe took the driver's seat, Beca the passenger.

They drove, fries and chicken tenders in hand, and lap. Chloe held her tenders on her thigh while her fries sat between her legs. Beca used the dashboard to hold her tenders while she devoured the last of her fries.

"I should have gotten a larger serving," Beca commented with a full mouth.

"You always say that," Chloe retorted.

Beca eyed the cup between Chloe's legs.

"Don't even think about it," Chloe challenged.

There was a beat before the brunette shot her hand to covet the redhead's fries.

"No!" Chloe shrieked and grabbed Beca's wrist.

They fought for a brief second until the cup tumbled to the floorboard.

"Becaaa!" Chloe whined.

"Oops."

The taller woman huffed and the ride became quiet. Beca wiped her she mouth and cleaned off her hands.

"I'm sorry," Beca finally broke the silence.

Chloe offered a dissatisfied hmph.

It took Beca all but a second to plan her next course of action. She shifted closer to her driver and reached over, placing her right hand on Chloe's thigh. She leaned in and whispered seductively into Chloe's ear.

"I can make it up to you." She trailed her fingertips up and down the exposed skin.

A raised eyebrow questioned Beca's ability.

"Hmm?" Beca implored, rubbing small circles close to the apex of Chloe's legs.

Subtly, Chloe opened her legs, granting the producer access. Beca smirked, almost giddily, and cupped the redhead fully. Chloe gasped but kept her eyes on the road. She cleared her throat and pretended the desired effect hadn't happened. Slowly, Beca began kneading, adding pressure to Chloe's mound through her shorts.

The smallest of whimpers left the redhead's throat.

Beca traversed her hand up and down knowingly, touching Chloe more fully, Chloe spread her legs a little wider.

Beca bit her lip as she stole a glance to Chloe's face, cheeks now flushed with excitement. Looking back down, Beca's adjusted her right hand to toy at the hem of Chloe's sweats.

"Mmmm," Beca moaned, fingertips brushing skin. Chloe arched into the touch.

The faction of moment led Beca to dip below the fabrics and come into contact with wet, warm silk.

"Oh my," Beca teased.

Chloe was still aroused from their morning sex, as her essences easily coated Beca's fingers.

Chloe pressed her hips forward trying to gain more contact. Beca surprised her by dipping two fingers into her wetness.

"Ohh," Chloe groaned at the sensation as it covered her body with electricity.

Languidly, Beca moved in and out of the woman next to her, glancing at the road before returning her attention to Chloe's face. She moved her thumb to play with her clit. Chloe's mouth opened in a silent moan as her grip on the steering wheel tightened.

The pace Beca set began to increase, Chloe's mewls and moans spurring her on. It was at the next mile marker that Beca's movements boarded "dangerously distracting" as she feverishly pleasured Chloe. She could feel the woman's wall clenching around her fingers and the sounds emitting from all parts of the redhead's body were indicating she was close.

"Oh fuck," Chloe hissed. "Don't stop," she demanded, her own hand coming to grab Beca's thigh.

"Shit," she gave another moan and arched.

"Oh, God, Beca," Chloe panted as her orgasm shook her. Beca watched on in awe.

A few moments later, and many miles below the speed limit, Chloe cleared her throat, urging the woman to remove her fingers. The brunette removed them and brought them to her mouth.

"Am I forgiven?"

"For what?" Chloe teased satiated.

Beca smiled and sucked a finger clean.

"Oh and by the way," the producer added with a glint of smugness in her eyes as she smacked her lips. "I'll be staying at Coffee Creek if you'd like seconds."

She met the wide eyes of the redhead with a smirk and winked.

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[whatisitcalledagain]

Drunk Text

Beca sat slumped in her couch, nursing another whiskey and coke, flipping through the channels. No quality content for 8pm on a Sunday. She should have gone out with the rest of the crew but she really needed some "me" time.

Her phone buzzed and illuminated on the coffee table. She glanced down and saw Stacie on the text ID. Sliding open the message several little bumble bees danced around the screen. The three dots showed indicating Stacie was typing more.

Stacie: *bumble bee emoji*

Stacie: B

Stacie: B!

Stacie: !

Beca: WHAT

Stacie: Get your hand out of your pants and get down here!

Beca rolled her eyes before taking another sip of her whiskey and responded.

Beca: Nah

Stacie: But drinks! *martini glass emoji*

Beca: I've got one, thanks

Stacie: LOL ONE! That's rich, Beca!

Beca: Hey I'm a grownup I can have more than one.

Stacie: You're sorely missing out

Beca: In this heat!? Nope don't think so

Stacie: Just wear less clothes

Beca: Doesn't work for me *shrug emoji*

The brunette took a deep breath, the whiskey slowly seeping into her, coaxing her into the beginnings of intoxication.

Stacie: Guess who's here

Beca: Bono?

Stacie: *red X emoji*

Beca: Halsey

Stacie: *red X emoji*

Beca: Give

Stacie: *blonde woman emoji* *winking smile emoji* *tongue emoji*

Racking her brain, Beca tried to decipher her text clues.

Stacie: *whip emoji*

Beca: *owl emoji*

Stacie: Aubrey

Beca: shut the fuck up

Stacie: I *poop emoji* U NOT

The image loaded to Beca's text window. Low and behold there was Stacie, arm slung over the blonde, both smiling into the camera. Aubrey's head rested cozily against Stacie's, their eyes shining with excitement and martinis.

Stacie: LOOK

Beca: I see! Tell her I say what's up loser

There wasa pause in the woman's messaging, giving Beca a moment to think of some good comebacks.

Stacie: "Bite me"

Beca: Pass.

A new message alert popped at the top of Beca's screen.

Chloe Beale

Beca blinked and instantly touched her name.

Chloe: Hi!

Beca: Hey yourself

Chloe: Glad I didn't wake you.

Beca: Chlo, it's 8. And you know I don't sleep

Chloe: I still have a difficult time remembering the time zones.

Stacie Conrad

Beca switched between her two conversations.

Stacie: She's got news!

Beca: she pregnant?

Chloe Beale

Chloe: I helped deliver a calf today. Something I never thought I'd get the opportunity. It was awe-inspiring. It has the most beautiful, big, brown eyes.

Beca: Awww. So beauty *smile emoji*

Stacie Conrad

Stacie: Guess who's staying out at their new facility to help train!

Beca: *blonde woman emoji*

Stacie: *bell emoji*

Stacie: Guess who's gonna come stay with her!

Chloe Beale

Chloe: I really liked your last release. Shawn's got such an emotional grasp on his singing.

Beca: Thanks! He's such a blessin to work with too

Stacie Conrad

Stacie: *redhead emoji*

Beca's heart skipped.

Beca: What

Stacie: *redhead emoji* *hearteyes emoji* *kissy face emoji* *redhead emoji* *redhead emoji* *redhead emoji*

Chloe Beale

Chloe: You must be busy then? Working on a new project.

Beca hesitated to type. Chloe was leaving New York and was coming to the west cost. Chloe would be minutes from her. Beca swallowed.

Stacie Conrad

Stacie: Chloe Beale is coming! *tongue emoji* *water drops emoji*

Beca blushed; she should have taken that confession to the grave.

Beca: I shouldntve told you

Stacie: But you DID! *One finger emoji* *two finger emoji* *water drops emoji* *waves emoji*

Beca: STAHP

Stacie: Gooooooooo *two finger emoji*

Chloe Beale

Chloe: I'm hoping you aren't.

Chloe: I'm actually coming to see Aubrey. She purchased a ranch and has some pretty great ideas about cross training and programming.

Beca: OMG THATS RAD!

Stacie Conrad

Stacie: You should invite her to stay with you *lightbulb emoji*

Beca: no

Stacie: oooorr you could tell her

Chloe Beale

Chloe: _ I'm looking forward to being out there. Maybe we could hang out, get coffee?!

Beca: Totally! Id like to hear more about hows life

Beca: When will you be here?

Stacie Conrad

Stacie: *gif genie from Aladdin "Tell her the TRUTH"*

Beca: Would you knock off

Stacie: It's not hard

Beca: that's what YOU said :P

Chloe Beale

Chloe: My flight is next Tuesday. I should be arriving by 10:45am, if there are no delays, of course.

Beca: Is it straight here or connecting?

Chloe: Connecting through MCI.

Stacie Conrad

Stacie: She's texting you isn't she?!

Beca:...

Stacie: TELL GER NOW

Stacie: HER*

Beca: Like how? Just be like omg I have something to tell you! Thats So 3rd grade

Beca: can you image her getting that text — Chloe I like like you, like a lot. How would she even respond to that?

Chloe: She like likes you a lot too _

Beca: Dont put words in her mouth, you have no right talking for Chloe dude

Chloe: I'm allowed to put words in Chloe's mouth. In fact, I'm allowed to put several things in, and out, of Chloe's mouth.

Beca: Stce, drop it okay? How can you even be sure

Chloe: Because I'm Chloe.

Beca squinted, disbelief and panic sobering the small haze clouding her mind and sight.

"Shit!" Beca cussed loudly. "Wait, what?" She read back through the messages as the onslaught of push notifications populated the top of her screen.

Beca: I'm mortified

Chloe: Awww Becs, don't be! You enjoy your whiskey and coke and I'll call you tomorrow, Mk?!

Beca's mouth gapped open, words failed her. Stacie texted her again.

Stacie Conrad

Stacie: You are arent you!

Stacie: come back here

Stacie: I'm telling her you're ignoring us

Stacie: *gasping face emoji*

Stacie: CALL ME BIW!

Stacie: NOW*

Stacie: Finish your phone sex and tell us what's going on!

Stacie: BECA

Bella Fam

Aubrey: I have a formal announcement...

Stacie: *drum roll emoji*

CRose: You two getting married?

Amy: Comin for your brand Black Beauty

CRose: *eyeroll emoji*

Aubrey: Bhloe

Amy: WHAT

Ashely: You better not be lying

Aubrey: Honor *blonde military emoji*

Emily: MOMS?! Is it true?

Amy: Bhloe! Bhloe! Bhloe!

Lilly: *dragonfly emoji*

Flo: *flames* *firetruck emoji*

Jessica: Reunion to celebrate?!

Chloe: *gif screaming with excitement* YES!

Beca: *embarrased nervous emoji*

Beca: Glad to spark a reunion *nervous emoji* *facepalm emoji* I swear I've practiced that way better

Emily: Awwwwwww *hearts*

Flo: *rainbow flag*

Jessica: Aww 3

CRose: *peace sign emoji* *unicorn emoji* *two women with heart emoji*

Amy: Bhloe! Bhloe! Bhloe!

#Bechloeweek #bechloeweek2018 #bechloe week 2018 #bechloe #bechloe ficlette #bechloe drunk text #beca mitchell #chloe beale #cross posted #CSIBradley #das me #bechloe week day three

[bechloeislegit]

BECHLOE WEEK 2018

Just a little something extra I threw together for Bechloe Week 2018.  Why? Because I like you.

All About Bechloe (sung to the tune of “All About That Bass”)

Because you know I'm all about Bechloe, 'Bout Bechloe, no Jeca I'm all 'bout Bechloe, 'bout Bechloe, no Jeca I'm all 'bout Bechloe, 'bout Bechloe, no Jeca I'm all 'bout Bechloe

I'm all about that, all about Bechloe I'm all about that, all about Bechloe I'm all about Bechloe, no Jeca Forget about Chlocago

We hope that kiss is real Fat Amy said it was We hope that kiss is real It ain’t no photoshop

We hope that kiss is real Fat Amy said it was We hope that kiss is real Now please show it to us

'Cause you know I'm all about Bechloe, 'Bout Bechloe, no Jeca I'm all 'bout Bechloe, 'bout Bechloe, no Jeca I'm all 'bout Bechloe, 'bout Bechloe, no Jeca I'm all 'bout Bechloe, 'bout Bechloe

Because you know I'm all about Bechloe, 'Bout Bechloe, no Jeca I'm all 'bout Bechloe, 'bout Bechloe, no Jeca I'm all 'bout Bechloe, 'bout Bechloe, no Jeca I'm all 'bout Bechloe

Because you know I'm all about bechloe, 'Bout bechloe, no Jeca I'm all 'bout Bechloe, 'bout Bechloe, no Jeca I'm all 'bout Bechloe, 'bout Bechloe, no Jeca I'm all 'bout Bechloe, 'bout Bechloe

NOTE: I don’t have a problem with Jesse or Chicago because they are both really nice characters. I just don’t think they fit with Beca or Chloe.

***Disclaimer: I do not own anything to do with the song “All About That Bass,” or the Pitch Perfect movie franchise, its characters, or the actors/actresses that play them.***

#bechloe #bechloe week #bechloeweek2018 #bechloe week 2018 #fanfic

[whatisitcalledagain]

Disney

Beca and Chloe held hands, walking through the park with mouse ears on their heads. “Beca aren’t we close? I don’t want to miss Ashely!” Chloe said, pulling Beca faster towards Cinderella’s Castle. Beca had cleared her schedule to take Chloe home to Florida for a surprise visit when she learned Ashley had landed a gig with Disney’s Acapella Company. The Acapella Group was stationed there for a month for promotion and shows. She, Chloe, Jessica, and Emily were able to make the impromptu vacation while the rest of the Bellas sent their love and congratulations. They made their way through Disney World, taking photos with the characters and riding rides. Jessica had bought the photo of the four of them on the Tower of Terror. She was going frame it but hadn’t decided if she was going to hang it up in her apartment or at her office. The three suggested her apartment. “Easy, Chlo, we still have time.” “Yeah but we have to have front seats!” The redhead exclaimed. “She does have a point,” Emily chimed in, coming to link her arm into Beca’s. The two helped hurry Beca along. Jessica giggled and snapped a photo. A few moments later, the group was among a crowd of people. Jessica’s phone chimed. “Ashley said we should stand on the short wall right after the bridge,” Jessica informed the rest, pointing in the general direction. “Also,” she scrolled through the text, “afterwards...” she paused, “oh wait, that’s for me.” The rest of the women turned their attention to the wall and began making their way over. At first they sat, snapping candid photos. Chloe wove her fingers into Beca’s and snuggled into her. “Ladies and Gentlemen,” a voice erupted through the park, “boys and girls, and people of all ages, welcome to the Magic Kindom’s Street Party!” The crowd applauded. “Are you ready to move and groove with all your Disney pals?” Cheers rung out. The distinctive voice of Mickey Mouse took over the announcements. “We can’t hear you!” The crowd erupted louder. “That’s the spirit,” Mickey giggled. “Without further adieu, let’s party!” The Bellas cheered along standing on the wall. They danced and sang as the floats went by. “There she is!” Chloe said, pointing to the float making its way over the bridge. “Oh my God, Ashley!” “Get it girl!” “Hiiiiii!!!” Beca whistled. The women jovially waved and shouted to their sister. Ashley laughed and waved back, blowing kisses from the top of the float. Jessica snapped some photos as the other girls video recorded. Ashley had given them the perfect spot, because the floats stopped and the Acapella Group performed directly in front of them. They cheered, hooted and hollered, proud of their fellow Bella. Ashley was in her element and the kids in the crowded watched in awe before they were invited to come dance with the group. XXXXXXXXX “Best vacation ever!” Emily sighed as the crowd began dispersing and the girls made their way to dinner. “It, like, can’t get any better.” Beca bit her lips to keep herself from smiling to widely. After dinner, more rides, and photos, the girls made their way to watch the firework show at Cinderella’s Castle. “Ashley saved us seats,” Jessica read. “The show should start in 10 minutes.” They four made their way through the thickening crowd, Emily having disappeared and reappeared with a tray of ice cream cones. They found Ashley and all shared hugs and squeals of delight, celebrating the woman. Emily presented four cones to the women as she eagerly licked hers. “Let’s head up,” Ashley said, nodding her head to the reserved table. “Wait, I want at least one photo here,” Beca said. “But the firework show,” Chloe whined. “Will be going for a long time,” Beca reassured. “Now I want a photo with all of us!” Quickly the girls came together and a series of photos were taken thanks to one of other Acapella individuals. “Now one just the two of us,” Beca said and all the girls agreed. Beca wrapped her arm around her girlfriend and smiled excitedly. Chloe tucked herself into Beca’s side and smiled. Tinkerbell flew through the air over the two. “It’s starting!” Chloe said, tugging Beca’s arm. “Wait,” Beca said. She took a deep breath and grabbed both of Chloe’s hands. “Chloe,” she looked between the two pools of blue. The redhead looked at her confused and slightly startled as a firework exploded behind the brunette. The glowing embers twinkled in Chloe’s eyes as Beca continued. “You fill my life with fireworks and sunshine. I want everyday to be an adventure with you.” Chloe’s mouth fell open in disbelief. “I want to sing songs and dance with you in the kitchen. I want you to be the last thing I see at night and first thing I see in the morning.” Tears brimmed in Chloe’s eyes. “And we can teach our aca-children all of the Disney classics and they can spend time with all of their Bella godmothers.” Chloe’s hands covered her mouth as Beca bend down on her knee. “Chloe Beale, will you marry me?” “Yes!” Chloe shouted and grabbed the brunette and kissed her. Beca slid the ring onto Chloe’s finger. They turned to watched the fireworks, cheeks pressed together. The outside world melted away. All around them, the Bellas filmed from different angles. When the fireworks finished, all of the girls hugged again. “Ashley has a surprise set aside for all of us,” Jessica said. “Yay! I hope you ladies are ready for a long night of celebrating,” Ashley said hugging Chloe. “Always with you awesome nerds,” Beca said with a huge smile on her face.

#Bechloe #bechloeweek2018 #Bechloe week #Bechloe week 2018 #Bechloe ficlette #Beca Mitchell #Chloe Beale #Bechloe week day seven #Disney #CSIBradley #das me #cross posted

[whatisitcalledagain]

Good Luck Charm

Beca toyed with the black leather bracelet on her wrist, as she often did when trying to sort out her thoughts.

Her "creative tick", as her manager liked to call it, tended to draw unnecessary attention to the accessories she had worn for years. Today at the control booth was not different. She listened to the chorus unsatisfied, her brows furrowed in concentration, eyes closed, as she slipped her finger along the base of the bracelet and over the leather braids intricately woven within. She rubbed her thumb over the ribbing repeatedly.

It was a few minutes before she turned back to the track and added a layering effect. She started the song over and looked to the talent.

"What about this?"

The musician followed along, bobbing his head and listening. When the song finished she watched for his reaction.

"Holy shit, Becs," he looked at her, "that's perfect."

The producer smiled bashfully, still modest even in her stardom. Beca looked to her manager.

"That's some bracelet you've got there. That thing's got magical powers. I'll make the call to let them know you two have a hit," she smiled, bringing her phone to her ear and walking away.

"Do you mind me asking its significance?" The young man asked.

"I beg your pardon?" Beca asked.

"Your bracelet," he said pointing, "Hailee said to keep an eye out for it. It really does seem to help your find your mark."

"Oh," Beca looked down and touched the worn black leather. "It's a gift from one of my Bella sisters, something from my college days."

"Your acapella group, yes," he nodded.

Beca smiled; this kid had done his research.

"Yeah, um," she continued, "Chloe is like this eternal sunshine. No matter how stressed or defeated you feel, she's there to brighten your life and pick you up. She was the first one who told me, without a doubt, that I was going to be someone in this industry." Beca smiled as she spoke, "She made me this in one of her art classes. Told me that whenever I doubted or struggled to look at its strength and beauty and to remain tough, but also soft."

"Wow," he said astonished, "she sounds very special."

"Yeah," Beca agreed, "she really is."

#bechloeweek2018 #bechloeweek #bechloe week 2018 #bechloe week #bechloe #bechloe ficlette #beca mitchell #chloe beale #good luck charm #bechloe week day six #CSIBradley #das me

[bechloeislegit]

BECHLOE WEEK 2018

Day 6: Good Luck Charm

Beca knocked on Chloe’s door and slowly eased it open. “Hey, Chlo? You decent? I need to talk to-. Whoa! What happened in here?”

Beca stood in the doorway looking at her frazzled best friend and the mess that was her usually pristine bedroom.

“I can’t find it,” Chloe said teary-eyed. Chloe was pacing back and forth between the two beds in the room.

“Can’t find what?,” Beca asked as she grabbed Chloe by the arms to stop her from pacing. A tear fell down Chloe’s cheek, and Beca wiped it way. “Tell me. Maybe I can help you find it.”

“You’re going to think it’s silly,” Chloe said wringing her hands.

“I won’t,” Beca said. “I promise. Now tell me what we’re looking for.”

“My lucky rabbit’s foot,” Chloe said looking down at the floor.

Beca bit her lip to keep from laughing. “Your luck rabbit’s foot? This mess is because of a lucky rabbit’s foot?”

“I knew you would think it was silly,” Chloe said and pulled away from Beca.

“How lucky can it be, Chloe?,” Beca asked. “There’s a rabbit out there with only three feet trying to hop around.” Beca couldn’t help it and started laughing.

Beca’s laughing stopped abruptly when she saw that Chloe was not amused.

“I’m sorry,” Beca said, and Chloe ignored her. When Beca saw how upset Chloe really was, she became sincerely apologetic. “I am. I’m sorry. I won’t joke about it anymore. I’ll help you look, okay? Now, what does it look like?”

Chloe gave her a ‘duh’ look. “Okay, okay. I meant what color is it? Where was the last time you remember having it?”

“It’s pink,” Chloe said. “And I had it when I took my English exam yesterday.”

“Okay,” Beca said looking around the room. “Did you check whatever bag you used yesterday?”

“Yes,” Chloe said. “It’s not there.”

Beca looked around the room again. “How about we start cleaning up everything. Maybe it’s under something and you missed it. Okay?”

“Okay,” Chloe said and picked up a shirt from her bed and started folding it.

Beca took the other bed and started folding clothes as well. “Is there something special about this rabbit’s foot?,” Beca asked.

“My grandfather gave it to me,” Chloe said. “It’s become my good luck charm.”

“Why did he give it to you?,” Beca asked as she continued to fold clothes and look for the rabbit’s foot.

“I was eight and had a really bad day,” Chloe explained. “I had fallen in the backyard and hit my head on the edge of the patio. My mom and grandpa took me to the ER. I had to get six stitches.”

“I always wondered how you got that scar,” Beca said looking at Chloe’s forehead.

“I would have told you, but you never asked,” Chloe said.

“You usually tell me stuff without me asking,” Beca said. “I thought maybe it was something you didn’t like talking about. So, what else happened?”

“I was in the emergency room and the doctor was getting ready to put the stitches in,” Chloe said. “I started crying and struggling to get away from him when my grandfather came to me. He held me and let me cry and then he pulled out the rabbit’s foot. He started telling me how lucky it was for him because he had it in his pocket when he met my grandma. He also said he was carrying it when he found out my mom was pregnant with me. He told me several other things as well, and I was so enraptured by the stories I didn’t pay any attention to what the doctor was doing. After I was done, grandpa gave me the rabbit’s foot and told me that it would bring me good luck as long as I had it.”

“That’s the sweetest story I’ve ever heard,” Beca said looking in Chloe’s eyes so she knew Beca meant it. “Let’s find it, shall we?”

Beca and Chloe went through and cleaned and searched every inch of Chloe’s room. They weren’t able to find it, and Chloe sat on the side of the bed and the tears fell.

“Hey,” Beca said and sat next to the redhead. “We’re not done looking, okay? Let’s retrace your steps from yesterday. Maybe you set it down somewhere, or it fell, and someone found it.”

“Thank you,” Chloe said wiping her tears.

“Let me just grab my keys and phone,” Beca said. “And we’ll go.”

“Okay,” Chloe said. “I’m just going to wash my face and I’ll meet you downstairs.”

Beca went to her room to get her stuff and Chloe went to the bathroom to wash her face. Beca made it downstairs first and waited for Chloe.

“Where are you going, Beca?,” Stacie asked.

“I’m going to help Chloe try and, uh, find something she lost,” Beca said.

“What is it?,” Stacie asked. “Maybe I can help.”

“Um, well it’s, uh,” Beca stumbled over her words not sure Chloe wanted anyone to know about her rabbit’s foot.

“My lucky rabbit’s foot,” Chloe responded as she came down the stairs.

“Oh, Choe, I’m sorry,” Stacie said sincerely. “I’ll look around down here and see if I can find it. I’ll text you if I do.”

“Thanks, Stace,” Chloe said, giving her a warm smile. “I appreciate it.”

Beca just looked between the two girls. “How does Stacie know about Chloe’s lucky rabbit’s foot and I don’t?,” Beca thought to herself.

“No worries,” Stacie said and squeezed Chloe’s arm.

Chloe headed out the door and Beca followed.

“I think we should start from where you last remember having it,” Beca suggested.

“Okay,” Chloe said and headed towards the lecture hall where she took her exam.

They walked quietly side by side for a few minutes when Beca’s curiosity got the best of her. “So, how come Stacie knew about your lucky rabbit’s foot and I didn’t?,” Beca asked breaking the silence.

“She saw me putting it in my bra at our first competition during your Freshman Year,” Chloe said with a shrug. “She asked me about it and I told her.”

“Huh,” Beca said. “Why haven’t I ever seen it?”

“I don’t know,” Chloe said. “I usually stick it in my purse or hook it to my belt. Depending on what I’m doing or what I’m wearing.”

“So, you think your rabbit’s foot had something to do with us winning Sectionals?,” Beca asked with a smile.

“Yes,” Chloe said without hesitation. “I’ve had it on me every single time we won. Well, except one. That was not a lucky day for me.”

“Really?,” Beca asked, her curiosity piqued. “Which one?”

“The ICCAs my first Senior Year,” Chloe said.

“But we won,” Beca said. “How was that not a lucky day?”

Chloe ignored the question as she opened the door to the lecture hall. “I took my exam in this room.”

“Where were you sitting?,” Beca asked.

“Over here,” Chloe responded and walked to the seat she sat at for her exam.

Beca looked all around the area and didn’t see anything. “I’m going to check the rows and see if you dropped it and maybe it got kicked around or something.”

“That’s a good idea,” Chloe said. “You take the left side and I’ll take the right.”

The two girls started walking down the aisle checking each of the rows.

“It’s not here,” Chloe said stomping her foot to show her frustration and disappointment.

“Hang on,” Beca said looking at something behind the table in the front of the lecture hall.

Beca walked over to check it out and found a box. She picked up the box and set it on top of the table. Chloe came down to see what Beca had found.

“It looks like a sort of lost and found box,” Beca said pulling out a sweater.

Chloe reached in and started pulling out items as well. They pulled out what appeared to be everything, and Beca looked inside the box one more time.

“Oh, my God,” Beca said and pulled out a pink rabbit’s foot.

“That’s it!,” Chloe squealed and grabbed it from Beca. She peppered Beca’s cheeks with kisses. “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. You don’t know what this means to me.”

“From your reactions to finding it, I think I have a pretty good idea,” Beca said with a laugh.

Chloe held the rabbit’s foot with both hands and clutched it to her chest. A tear rolled down her cheek. “I’m so happy we found it.”

Beca threw the stuff back in the box and set it back where she found it. “Do you want to grab some lunch before we head back to the house?”

“I’d love to,” Chloe said. “See, I have my lucky charm back and it’s already bringing me good luck.”

“It’s just lunch at the diner, Chlo,” Beca said with a smirk. “I don’t know if I’d call that lucky.”

“It’s lunch with you at the diner,” Chloe said. “I’d say that is very lucky.”

“You’re such a dork,” Beca said.

“Thanks,” Chloe said causing Beca to laugh.

~oOo~ ~oOo~ ~oOo~

Later that evening Beca was in her room trying to work on the paper that was due in two days. She was having trouble concentrating as her thoughts were on Chloe. Chloe was an open book so why in the four years they’ve known each other, didn’t Chloe tell her how about how she got the scar on her forehead without Beca asking? How did she not know about Chloe’s lucky rabbit’s foot and the story behind how she got it? And why did she brush off winning their first ICCA Championship when she didn’t have the lucky charm with her during the performance?

Beca thought about these things and ticked them off one by one. Chloe never told her about the scar because Beca didn’t ask. Beca saw the scar all the time, and it was partially true what she told Chloe about not asking because she figured Chloe didn’t want to talk about it. What she left out was that Beca was afraid Chloe would ask her something personal and she’d feel obligated to answer whatever Chloe asked. Beca was very uncomfortable answering questions of a personal nature.

Beca thought again and realized if she had asked about Chloe’s scar she would have learned how Chloe’s grandfather gave it to her the lucky rabbit’s foot. Chloe had mentioned once that her grandfather had passed away just before Chloe came to Barden. Beca never asked about him but seeing how she reacted to losing something he gave her when she was eight, she must have been really close to him.

Her only rationale behind not asking Chloe personal questions was so Chloe wouldn’t ask her any personal questions. She thinks back and realizes that Chloe never did ask her personal questions about her childhood. Chloe must have realized early on that Beca didn’t like talking about it, so Chloe didn’t ask. Beca’s feeling like a really shitty friend right now because if she had bothered to ask Chloe, she knows Chloe would have answered, no matter how personal the question might have been.

Beca leaned her head against the headboard with a soft thud. She let out a sigh. Her mind switched gears and she wondered what Chloe meant by having bad luck when she didn’t have rabbit’s foot but they still won the Championship. What happened that Chloe considered bad luck for her?

Beca gave another sigh and got out of bed. She closed her laptop and put it on the charger at her desk. She thought about going to bed but something about Chloe kept nagging at her. She knew she wouldn’t be able to sleep if she didn’t at least try to talk to Chloe. After several minutes of standing and just staring at her bed, she turned and went down the steps. She went to Chloe’s door and quietly knocked.

“Come in,” she heard Chloe call from inside. She entered Chloe’s room. “Hey, Becs. What’s up?”

“I wanted to talk to you,” Beca said standing at the door.

“Are you going to stand there and talk to me?,” Chloe asked with a grin. “You might be more comfortable sitting on the bed.”

Beca nodded and walked over to Chloe’s bed. She climbed up so she was sitting next to Chloe with her back against the wall.

“So what’s got you still awake?,” Chloe asked. “Do you need some help with some homework?”

“No,” Beca said. “It’s just. I’ve been thinking about some of the stuff you told me today. And it’s been bothering me because I’ve known you for four years and I didn’t know about the stuff you told me.”

“Beca,” Chloe said with a small laugh. “You know all the big stuff about me.”

“I thought I did,” Beca said. “But, I mean Stacie knew about your lucky rabbit’s foot and I didn’t. That’s pretty big.”

“Beca, she asked,” Chloe said. “It’s not something I tell people.”

“Does Aubrey know about it?,” Beca asked.

“Beca,” Chloe said and ran a hand through her hair. She sighed and looked at Beca. “Why is this such a big deal for you?”

“I don’t,” Beca started. “I don’t really know. I just feel like I’ve been a pretty crappy friend not knowing these things about you.”

“I don’t know a lot of things about you either,” Chloe said. “And I happen to be a fantastic friend.”

Beca smiled at this. “You are,” Beca said. “But the thing that’s been bugging me the most is what you said about our first ICCA win. You said you didn’t have your lucky rabbit’s foot with you that night. You also said you didn’t consider it a lucky night for you. What did you mean?”

Chloe swallowed and looked down at her fingers. “I just didn’t feel very lucky that night,” she told Beca.

“But why?,” Beca asked. “We won. Aubrey vindicated herself after what happened the year before. I just don’t get it.”

“It’s just that I was prepared to do something,” Chloe started carefully considering her words. “And certain events made me realize I was too late.”

“What events?,” Beca asked her curiosity really piqued now.

Chloe sat there for a few minutes not saying anything. Beca waited for Chloe to say something.

“Seriously, Chlo,” Beca said softly. “I want to know.”

Chloe felt the tears stinging her eyes. She didn’t look at Beca when she said, “I was going to tell you that I liked you. As more than just a friend.”

“What?,” Beca said totally stunned. “So, why didn’t you tell me.”

“You made your choice when you kissed Jesse,” Chloe said.

“That’s because I didn’t know you were an option,” Beca said, her voice high.

“What?,” Chloe asked. “What do you mean?”

“I liked you, too,” Beca said. “But you kept pushing me to go out with Jesse so I thought you didn’t feel the same way.”

“I didn’t push you to go out with Jesse,” Chloe said indignantly.

“Yes you did,” Beca snapped back. “Ever time I came to you and complained about how he was always bothering me about watching movies or going out to eat with him, you’d tell me ‘Jesse’s a good guy. You should give him a chance.’ I thought that meant you weren’t interested in me.”

“No, that’s not-,” Chloe stopped. “Oh, my God. I’m such an idiot. I thought you really liked Jesse and only complained about him because you wanted someone to tell you to just go for it.”

The two girls sat there both lost in their thoughts about what they had just learned.

“So, what happens now?,” Beca asked.

“Nothing,” Chloe said sadly.

“You don’t have feelings like that for me anymore?,” Beca asked quietly.

“It doesn’t matter,” Chloe responded.

“Yes, it does matter,” Beca said turning to face Chloe. “It matters a lot.”

“You still have Jesse,” Chloe said.

“No, I don’t,” Beca said causing Chloe to snap her head up and look at Beca.

“What do you mean, you don’t?,” Chloe asked.

“We broke up a few days ago,” Beca said.

“Why didn’t you tell me?,” Chloe asked.

“You were studying for your English exam and I didn’t want to bother you,” Beca said. “But, I came in this morning to tell you and then the whole thing with your rabbit’s foot happened.”

“So, you and Jesse are no longer a thing?,” Chloe asked.

“Nope,” Beca responded. “Are you seeing anyone?”

“Nope,” Chloe said.

“Do you want to be seeing someone?,” Beca asked.

“Not someone,” Chloe said with her signature smile. “Just you.”

“Really?,” Beca squeaked. She cleared her throat. “Really?”

“Yes, really,” Chloe said laughing lightly.

“Miss Beale,” Beca said trying to hold back her own smile. “Would you like to have dinner with me tomorrow night? And so there’s no confusion, I mean it as a date. Just you and me.”

“Why I’d love to Miss Mitchell,” Chloe said.

“Great,” Beca said and hopped off the bed. “I’ll make the necessary arrangements and let you know what time we need to leave.”

“Where are you going?,” Chloe asked as Beca headed to the door.

“Up to bed,” Beca said.

“Oh,” Chloe said with a pout. “I thought maybe you’d want to sleep here so we could cuddle.”

“Fine,” Beca said, climbing back on the bed. “But will it be weird if I asked for a kiss goodnight? Nothing else just a kiss goodnight.”

“It wouldn’t be weird,” Chloe said.

Beca moved so she was kneeling next to Chloe. She leaned in; Chloe met her halfway, and they shared their first kiss. After a minute, Beca pulled away.

“Wow,” Beca whispered.

“Wow, indeed,” Chloe whispered back.

“Um, maybe we should just go to bed,” Beca said.

Chloe cleared her throat. “Yeah, we should.”

Beca and Chloe moved to lay down. Beca laid behind Chloe and put her arm around her waist. Chloe smiled and snuggled back into Beca. She started to reach for the light and stopped.

“Hey, Becs?,” Chloe said.

“Yeah?,” Beca said.

Chloe moved causing Beca to lean up on her arm as Chloe pulled a chain from under her nightshirt. She held it up, and Beca started laughing. There, on a gold chain, was Chloe’s lucky rabbit’s foot.

“Never underestimate the power of a good luck charm,” Chloe said with a smirk.

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[whatisitcalledagain]

Why

Beca sipped the last of her redheaded slut, courtesy of her redheaded... friend. After a long day at her internship, she was all too happy to follow the Bellas to a Treble house party.

She sat at the tiki bar on the patio and watched the sea of bodies move to the beat. The newest Treble was in charge of the DJ booth and Beca was impressed with his beats. She bobbed her head and scanned the backyard.

"Hi!" Hot breath greeted her ear, thick with liquor.

"Hey," she replied, turning to the woman.

"Why aren't you dancing?" Chloe asked, deep in the brunette's personal space. Beca offered a shrug. Chloe stared intently into her eyes.

"Lame," she grabbed at Beca's arm. "Come on."

Beca allowed the redhead to pull her from her chair and into the sea of bodies.

It was hot, temperature-wise; each moving figure emitting waves of heat as they moved around and on each other.

"Beca!" Stacie hollered over the music, grabbing the brunette and pulling her in. "Yay!" She wrapped her arms tightly around her, pressing Beca's face against her sweaty chest. Beca pulled her head back and wiped her cheek.

"Mom!" Emily shouted and took Beca's drink from her hand. Chloe took her empty and and gave her another tug, spinning her to the center of the group of women. The bass thumped louder, vibrating through her chest, shaking loose the last of her stress. Beca threw her arms up and began dancing.

Stacie took it upon herself to pull the brunette closer after one song, the beat lending itself to something slower, more sensual. Beca's back was flush to Stacie's front. The taller woman grasped Beca's hips and lead the movements while the DJ followed, hips undulating. Beca bit her lip to focus on following, only to laugh when she met eyes with Trebles whose mouths hung open.

Chloe watched, awed, at how fluid the two's movement were. The haze in her system guided her towards them. She pressed herself into Stacie from behind and pulled her hands off of Beca, a silent request to trade postions. Stacie turned her head to smirk at the woman before she took Beca and presented the petite woman to her.

They met, face to face, and Chloe put her arms over Beca's shoulders as she began swaying her hips. She could feel Beca pause, watching her instead of dancing along, as a hand rested upon her hip. She smiled at Beca's unconscious touch.

Stacie smirked and pressed into Beca's back, stumbling Beca into the redhead. The smaller woman instinctively reached out to catch herself, or maybe Chloe, and firmly grasped the redheads swaying hips. A giggle came from the redhead, "Aren't we handsy this evening." The hands on her hips slipped under her top— skin on skin. Chloe swore she felt Beca pull her closer at her coyness. But she wasn't for sure, because just as quickly as it happened, hands retreated and Beca was gone.

"Becs!" She called out after her. Beca tapped her wrist and shrugged, mouthed sorry and was gone from the party.

XXXXXXXXX

A week later was movie night. All the Bellas were in their respective spots; including Beca, who was pouting because Amy had taken her phone. She leaned against the arm of the couch, arms crossed. She was, however, actually engrossed in the movie but wasn't about to give Chloe the satisfaction of appearing as though she did. Chloe sat to the right of Beca, legs tucked under her. Ashley and Jessica were nestled on the floor, holding the large bowl of popcorn.

"Can you get me some popcorn?" Chloe asked in a hush. Beca looked at her annoyed.

"Get it yourself," the brunette retorted.

"Fine." Chloe rolled her eyes, though they creased in a smile. She threw herself across Beca's lap.

"Hey," Beca protested loudly.

"Shhhh," came a collective reprimand.

Beca uncrossed her arms and watched as Chloe squirmed across her lap and reach for the bowl of popcorn. And once Chloe was content with the amount she could hold, she rolled from her stomach to her back, tucking her head into Beca's abdomen and hip crease.

"Really?"

"Shhh," Chloe offered as she continued to get herself comfortable. With a contented sigh, she began eating her popcorn, one piece at a time.

Beca gave a hmphm before crossing her arms again while Chloe happily ate her popcorn.

Not long after popcorn was finished, Chloe stretched, pressing her head into Beca, arching to alleviate the pinch in back and neck. Beca scooted out of Chloe's touch and abruptly stood, saying nothing as she retreated upstairs.

When the film finished, Emily and Cynthia Rose put on the sequel. Some of the girls headed to bed themselves and others walked about the house before going out. Chloe stood and stretched.

"Night girls."

"Night," they replied, already wrapped up in the film.

Chloe ascended the stairs to her room. She stopped as Amy descend from her room. She smiled politely as the Australian told her don't wait up and threw her a wink as she passed and continued out of the house. Looking back to the loft's stairs, she couldn't stop herself as she slowly made her way up.

As her eyes met the landing, she saw a pair of legs under Beca's desk. Slowly, as not to startle the woman, Chloe made her presence known.

"Becs?" she spoke softly.

No response.

"Beca," she said a little louder.

Still no response.

She reached out and flicked the light off and on.

"Ams, what? Oh." Beca removed one of her headphones from her ear.

"What's up Chlo?" Beca softened.

Chloe shrugged. "Just wanted to check on you."

"Thanks," Beca offered, distracted as she created a loop and dragged it onto the track.

"What are you working on?"

"Hmm, I'm not sure," Beca said.

Chloe drifted over to the DJ and watched as her hands moved about the laptop and loopboard. She could hear the faint mix blast through the headphones Beca wore. She moved close and leaned in, resting her hands on Beca's desk.

"Um.." Beca began.

Chloe turned to look at her, expectant of conversation.

"Would you mind? I'd like some alone time," Beca stiffly asked.

Chloe, dejected, pulled away. "Oh yeah, sure."

"Thanks," Beca said and returned her headphone back to her ear.

The redhead, perplexed, folded her arms insecurely and made her way back down to her room.

XXXXXXX

World's was less than two months away, with graduation not far behind, and the Bella house was a whirlwind. Jessica and Ashley had slowly started packing for their apartment on the opposite side of town, Fat Amy kept secretly trying to plan one last party, while Lilly was no where to be found, except at practices. Chloe was making her annual donation pile when she heard commotion in the living room. She poked her head out of the kitchen.

"Uh oh, she's pissed," Emily said, face pressed to the window.

The front door swung open and slammed with mammoth force, echoing through the house. All activities ceased and conversation stopped. Bellas watched as their co-captain stormed through the living room and up the stairs.

"Beca?"

Chloe turned to the legacy.

"She went to talk to Jesse." Emily's eyebrows upturned. "I don't think it went well."

Chloe set down the dishes and made her way upstairs. Emily and Jessica followed close behind.

"Beca?" she called softly. Reaching the last step, the three could hear sniffling as Beca laid facing the wall, curled into a small ball. The petite woman sobbed a little more.

"Hey," Emily offered empathetically. "What happened?" Chloe's maturnal instincts kicked in as she planted herself on the edge of the twin bed. Beca sniffled a bit and turned over to look at them.

"He," She hiccuped some air, "and I had a fight. And he said some really uncalled for things."

"Oh, Beca," Chloe cooed, brushing hair out of Beca's face. Her thumb swiping away the tear stains on her cheek.

"We broke up," Beca confessed bleakly. New tears escaped her eyes.

"Oh goodness honey," Chloe pulled her in close and rocked her. She patted her back and played with the brunette's hair, humming her a sweet melody. Jessica and Emily excused themselves and allowed Beca her vulnerable moment. A few minutes passed and Beca's tears dried and Chloe wiped away runny mascara from her face. She kissed her temple.

"What can I do for you?" the consoling woman asked.

Beca swallowed and closed her eyes. She sighed heavily, almost shaking. When she opened them, she spoke.

"Can- can you leave?"

Chloe froze.

"Oh, um." She withdrew her hand. Beca rolled over, closing herself off from her nurturing friend.

It hurt, it hurt deeply, and Chloe lost her breath. She got up and walked to the stairs.

"I'll make you your favorite dinner," Chloe said over her shoulder. No acknowledgement came from the brunette.

Chloe made the dish and Beca never came.

XXXXXXX

The tension in the house was thick, everyone felt like they were walking on eggshells; except Lilly, who had whispered something about boobytraps. Beca had been around less and less. Anytime someone tried to talk to her, she'd vanish from the house all together. Chloe had even checked in on her only to find her room empty. It was waring on the co-captain, to the point she was no long sad but mad. Mad at the lack of communication, lack of interaction, the lack of trust, and even touch. The redhead muttered hostilely to herself as she loaded the dish washer. She had a real bone to pick with the DJ. World's was coming up and the house needed her leader—leaders. What a terrible example Beca was setting.

The low murmur of conversation broke Chloe from her rumination. She heard a hushed, concerned tone, recognizable as Stacie. Chloe strained to listen.

"What is up with you?" Stacie asked. "Don't just blow me off with a shrug. I want an answer."

"I'm not sure what you expect me to say."

It was Beca.

Chloe's clenched her jaw.

"The truth would be nice," Stacie replied.

"Don't expect that from her," Chloe chastised, stepping out of the kitchen.

"Great," Beca mumbled under her breath.

"What is with you? You don't think we haven't noticed how checked out you are?"

Beca crossed her arms.

"Why are you like this?" Chloe demanded.

"It's what I do. Don't take it personally."

"I take it very personally, Beca," Chloe raised her voice a little. "And so does Stacie, and the rest of the girls."

The brunette reminded silent.

"We've got World's to worry about and all you're doing is wallowing in you own pity party. You're a leader, you're expected to lead." Chloe's eyes burned passionately, her exacerbation boiling free. "Why are you so withdrawn?"

There was a long pause.

"I miss you," Chloe finished softly.

Beca looked away and walked past her.

"Beca!" Chloe turned and followed. "You do not get to ignore me."

The commotion had drawn the attention of the few who were home. Each watching from their respected spot within the house. Beca continued up the stairs, letting each foot fall heavily to express her disdain. Chloe followed.

"Rebecca Anne Mitchell! You are so incredibly self-absorbed your head has gone right up your ass!"

Beca stopped in her tracks and turned on her heel.

"Me?! Me self-absorbed?" Beca laughed spitefully. "You've gone out of your way to remain here! News flash, nobody asked you to stay!"

"You better give me a damn good reason for your lip, Beca." The redhead demanded as she stepped between the loft stairs and Beca.

"Not here."

"Then where?"

"Somewhere else," Beca challenged.

"Sure," Chloe said. She grabbed Beca's arm and escorted her to her single room, slamming the door and locking it behind her.

"There!" Chloe hissed, grabbing the remote to her dock and turning on her rock station. "Fire away!"

"You drive me crazy," Beca retorted.

"Why?! Why is it just me?" Chloe scoffed.

"You're just so..." Beca gave a growl stepping closer.

"Masterful, now give me the real reason."

"I'm losing control."

"Of what?"

"Of myself." Beca answered.

"All because of me?" Chloe asked ruefully.

"Yess," Beca hissed over the music. She lifted her hand and pressed her fingers into Chloe's sternum until the redhead connected with her door.

Chloe's world shifted. Beca's eyes no longer held anger, no, they now held something raw, something hungry. She swallowed as she felt her throat go dry as Beca invaded her space more. She ran her hand up along Chloe's neck and she gently used her body to pin her to the door.

Gasping as they connected, Chloe instinctively grabbed Beca's hips to steady herself. Beca's hot breath whispered in her ear and she felt her core begin to pulse.

"I want to do all these things to you," the brunette hissed haughtily before capturing Chloe's taut flesh between her teeth and moaned.

"Why don't you show me."

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[whatisitcalledagain]

Accidental Kiss

"Mic?"

"Check."

"Zipper?"

Beca reached down and felt the metal under her fingertips.

"Check."

Chloe smiled.

"You're so gonna rock this," she stated, trying to calm Beca's nerves.

The producer and songwriter was about to step out on stage for her first world premier. Emily, Chloe, Stacie, and Amy took purchase in the wings; there to cheer on their fellow Bella.

"Thanks, Beale," Beca breathed, letting off a goofy chuckle of nerves.

"Em's right behind ya," Chloe emphasized with a nod. Beca mirrored her gesture and stole a quick glance to the Bella who was dressed to accompany her for the song they had written together. The redhead reached out and cradled Beca's face, drawing her attention back.

"You are great," she offered one last time, smile dazzling the brunette. Beca's eyes danced between the confident pools of blue, the words resonating in her mind.

"Yeah?" She questioned, trying to rid the last bit of doubt still humming in her head.

"Yeah," Chloe affirmed once more, smiling. Beca nodded her head, a smile breaking out upon her lips.

"Yeah, okay. I've got this."

"Good," Chloe spoke. She drew the brunette in, placing a quick peck her lips and spun her. "Now go!" The redhead commanded as she gave the petite woman a small pat on her backside to set her into motion. She watched, captivated as the brunette walked into the spotlights.

Emily shot a glance to Stacie, who cocked her head to the side, quizzically. They looked to Amy, seeking confirmation whether this was commonplace behavior between the two. The Aussie simply nodded, smugly and approvingly.

"Real smooth, Beale," Amy praised openly, "real smooth."

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