A/N: I still can't update regularly, but the idea for this fic popped into my head on my way home, so…

Anyways, 'Make a Wish' is still getting a sequel… I have plans for it already…

Just posting this now while I'm inspired :)

I don't own pitch perfect.

PS: I warn you for a bumpy ride ahead… like bumpier than 'What If'…

This was it.

Was she nervous?

Like hell.

This was, after all, the very reason Chloe has stayed for Barden for a few extra years.

They say falling in love was easy. It comes so naturally with the right person. And as easy as it was, falling in love takes time for someone to fully realize.

It starts out from that moment when your eyes meet across a sea full of strangers. Then you feel this sudden fluttering from somewhere deep in your stomach. And it's like your blood has turned into electricity flowing through your veins. Your breath hitches a little, but you barely even notice,, the only thought you have is that it's you've found something you've always been looking for, but you didn't even know it was missing in the first place.

Somewhere deep in your thoughts you say "Oh, hey. There you are!"

And that was what Chloe found out one day, jumping up awake, with the realization dawning onto her.

"Oh my God. I'm in love with her. I'm in love with Beca." Chloe remembered her telling herself that morning.

A morning that was now a distant memory.

And it never occurred to her what it was until then. Because it was a very puzzling paradox.

Chloe found herself unable to breathe whenever Beca was away, but whenever she was around, it was like Beca kept taking her breath taking away from her.

It's like she was her source of air.

Like an incredible pull of force.

Her very gravity.

Again, something that in the end Chloe was convinced was truthfully natural.

No it didn't occur to her.

She kept brushing it off. But the signs were there.

She was extra bubbly – and for Chloe, that meant a whole lot – when Beca was around. Her smile, the one that usually rivaled the brilliance of the sun itself, grew ten times brighter.

Beca was her rhythm, her melody, her music.

And Beca, the ever so talented DJ, was playing all the right tunes, all the beats of Chloe's heart unknowingly.

So when Chloe finally realized what was going on, when she built her confidence, mustered up all her courage to tell Beca the truth after their first championship performance…

…well, to say her heart broke was the understatement of the century…

…scratch that…

…the understatement of the whole millennia.

And while Chloe tried to force herself to move on and let her go, she just couldn't. Beca was the most addictive drug and Chloe just couldn't quit her.

Hence, the endless repeats of Russian Lit.

But all that was a small price to pay, Chloe considered, to just be close to her DJ, her best friend, her Beca.

Over the course of their college years together, Chloe had to admit, there were so many times she convinced herself to just let Beca go from her heart. But every time she tried, the DJ keeps pulling her back. Opening up to her just a little more, letting her come even closer.

Then, of course, there was the whole thing that was the dagger to Chloe's heart. It came with the name of Jesse.

Jesse who was Beca's boyfriend.

Jesse who was actually a pretty good person.

And if Beca ended up with anyone and it couldn't be Chloe, Chloe would be happy for her if it was Jesse.

But Chloe couldn't help but notice the sparks fading away between them.

Until it wasn't there anymore.

And Chloe couldn't help but notice the pull the tiny brunette had on her was getting stronger and stronger.

So Chloe couldn't help but hope.

That's how she found herself in her situation now. Standing right next to Beca as nervous as she ever could be, while they waited for the results to be announced. Chloe felt like they slayed the competition, and this was the biggest competition.

Chloe thought to herself, if they could conquer the Worlds, she could conquer her own fears. Take the risks, take that leap of faith, and just go for it. Tell Beca. Let her know the truth of how she feels for her.

She could keep it to herself, suffer in silence for the rest of her life.

But that would be even more insane.

Because Beca was right there standing within her reach…

The Bellas were announced as the winners – really no surprise there – and Chloe was quickly taken by surprise with the force that came with Beca's hug.

She looked at her for a moment, as soon as Beca pulled away, grabbed her hands and led her to the stage to claim their trophy, the Bellas all quickly rushing behind to join them.

It wasn't until Amy seized the trophy and raised it above her head shouting something about their celebratory party that she was left all alone with Beca again.

The two of them lingered behind the Bellas as they were making their way to leave the grounds, Beca letting go of a chuckle to something Chloe wasn't sure of. Her eyes were only Beca.

Chloe wouldn't have noticed it herself if Beca hadn't caught her staring, sporting on her trademark smirk matched with the smugness that Chloe always found to be adorable on Beca.

"You got something on your mind, Beale?" Beca asked.

Chloe tried to open her mouth only to find herself stuttering which Beca seemed to have found amusing.

"You know if we don't hurry up and join the Bellas now they'll have funny ideas in their heads about what we're doing." Beca then said.

"Yeah, well, they always think we're up to something." Chloe managed to say, finally recovering.

"Seriously though Chlo, what is it? It's like you have something on your mind ever since we finished our performance."

"Maybe there is something." Chloe mumbled taking a deep breath and biting her lip.

This was it.

The moment all those years of waiting led to.

But just before she had gathered the strength to dive in, head over heels, and just say it out loud, Beca's phone rang.

Beca scrunched up her face when she saw who was calling, Chloe didn't see the name on the screen, but judging from the tone of her voice she guessed it was Sheila…

Beca's face turned from confused to completely shaken from zero to sixty flat. "I'll be on the next flight out." she said in almost a whisper before looking a Chloe looking a little lost and uncertain.

The next words told Chloe why.

Apparently her father had a serious heart attack.