A/N: So, apparently I can't have Demi's actual lyrics in my fic, so they've been removed from the actual story, BUT the story does still follow the same basic outline of the song, and I've renamed the chapters to Verse. 1 etc. to note which part of the story they're referring to! Hope this makes sense!

"I just don't get it. I mean, why would you want to spend the rest of your life with the same person?"

"Hmm, I don't know, just to love? To be loved? To wake up every morning knowing that somebody thinks the world of you?"

Beca Mitchell was infuriating. How could a person just 'not believe' in love? From being tiny, we're condition to understand that love, marriage, children, that's just the way it works.

"I just can't see it, Chlo. It just all seems so pointless. You put your everything into loving somebody, and for what? For them to maybe wake up one day and realise they've had enough? That's it's just not there anymore?"

Sitting side by side on the floor of Chloe's dorm room, surrounded by a few too many empty beer bottles, the pair entered the all too familiar territory of a conversation they'd had many times before. Chloe Beale had always had a relatively simple outlook on how her life would turn out. Though she'd never really considered herself the type to have children, she just always knew that she wanted to fall in love, to find her perfect 'other half' and never let them go. But apparently, this wasn't everyone's idea of a happy ending. No, Beca insisted that she'd never fall in love, and clearly her mind wasn't changing on the matter. "So you've never been in love?"

Beca frowned, "I don't know. Who even knows what love is? All I know is that people leave, and falling in love only risks all the more hurt when that happens." Chloe shuffled to the brunette, placing a hand on her arm, "Not everyone's gonna leave Bec, and you can't just stop yourself from falling in love." She smiled sadly at the smaller girl, her hand still resting on her forearm.

Beca returned the smile, if with slightly less enthusiasm than the senior. She knew Chloe has a point; she couldn't stop herself from falling for someone, though God knows she'd tried. She'd built up walls around herself, walls that she really thought could protect her, or at least she did until an over-enthusiastic redhead waltzed into her life. Now, that same girl caught Beca's gaze, holding it a little longer than necessary. "Not everyone's gonna hurt you Bec, believe me." She lowered her head to rest in the crook of Beca's neck, running her hand down her arms and intertwining their fingers. If only she knew.

They stayed that way for what seemed like an eternity, only the sounds of their breathing breaking the comfortable silence. Had it been anybody else nestling into her shoulder, Beca would have been unnerved by the intimacy of the situation, but with Chloe, it had started to feel like normality. Beca had come to accept Chloe's clear lack of boundaries and for some reason found it endearing; cute, even. After a few more moments of their blissful silence, Beca turned her head slightly to face the older girl, "Have you ever been in love, Chlo?"

Chloe lifter her head, turning to face the brunette, "I don't know. Maybe. How about I let you know when I figure it out?" She smiled, looking down at her, before breaking eye contact and getting to her feet, "Want another drink?"

"Sure," Beca replied, though she was well aware of the affect of the 5 bottles she'd already drank. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were trying to get me drunk, Beale."

"Who says I'm not?" the redhead winked over her shoulder as she sauntered to kitchen to grab two more bottles.

Reappearing a few seconds later, alcohol in hands, Chloe frowned as she saw the puzzled look on the younger girl's face. "What's up, Bec? Come on, girls' night, we're meant to be spilling secrets and giggling over shirtless boys!"

"I know, I'm sorry. It's nothing, don't worry about it." The smile on her face was hardly convincing.

"Come on, Mitchell, I know you too well to fall for that, tell me what's wrong," Chloe replied, nudging her knee against Beca's.

"I'm fine Chlo, I promise." Chloe still wasn't convinced, but she knew better than to push her. Beca really wasn't one for sharing herself, and what little trust Chloe had gained from her, she knew she was very lucky to have. She knew that if she wanted to tell her, she would, and that would have to be enough for now. She wound her fingers back around the brunette's, her head coming to rest once again on her shoulder. Beca said she'd never fall in love, and for all her smiles and winks, this killed Chloe. She didn't know why it killed her, but as they sat in silence, the butterflies rising in her stomach seemed to tell a different story.


Beca awoke as she felt movement next to her. Feeling fingers untangle from her own, she looked around, slightly disoriented. It was still dark out, so she couldn't have been asleep for more than an hour, but the sudden cold emptiness down her left side was enough to wipe away any traces of fatigue.

"Chlo, where are you going?" The redhead stood at the door of her dorm room, turned slightly to face her. "I was going to get some air and clear my head, I didn't mean to wake you." Beca's face fell. Clear her head? Why would she have to clear her head?

Seeing the look on Beca's face, the older girl walked back over to where she was sat on the floor, looking down at her with concern "I was only going for a walk Bec, I can stay if you'd like?"

"No, go. It's fine. Leave." Beca's words came out with more venom than she intended them to, evoking a worried look from the redhead.

"Woah, Bec, I'm not going anywhere. Seriously, I'm right here." Lowering herself back to her original position, she wrapped an arm around the younger girl's shoulders, pulling her closer than seemingly possible. "I promise, I'm not going anywhere," she repeated, suddenly realising more about Beca than she'd ever been told aloud. Beca was scared, terrified in fact, of being alone. "Beca, can I ask you something?"

Beca brought her grey eyes to meet Chloe's blues, an uncertain look crossing her face. "You can ask, but I can't guarantee I'll be able to answer."

"Why are you scared? Of people leaving, I mean."

Beca immediately pulled back, "I'm not scared," she said defensively, "it's just the way it is. People leave, they always leave!" Her gaze dropped as she finished her sentence, eyes trained to the ground. "One day they love you, and the next they're gone. They're just fucking gone." Her voice cracked, and when she eventually met Chloe's gaze, she saw tears beginning to fill her eyes.

"Becs, I'm not going anywhere. I can promise you that. I promise you Beca, I am always going to be here, even if you decide that you don't want me to be."

"Of course I want you to be!"

"That's good, because I think you're pretty much stuck with me, Mitchell." The redhead stood, pulling Beca to her feet and over to the Chloe's small single bed, stumbling as she did so. "Now come on, we've both had far too much to drink and I think it's time we got some sleep."

Laying down at the side of the bed against the wall, Chloe motioned from Beca to join her, throwing the covers over them both when she lay down. Pulling the smaller girl to face her, she giggled and locked their hands back together under the blanket. "What's so funny?" Beca asked, a smile spreading to her own face to match the redhead's.

Chloe laughed again, prodding Beca in the ribs, "Well who would have thought that Beca Mitchell, bad-ass DJ, had a softer side?" Seeing Beca's mock frown, she added "Of course, I knew it was there all along, the genius that I am." Both girls giggled, Chloe squeezing their hands tighter and pulling the brunette closer to her, "I also think it's incredibly cute."

"Oh, you do, do you?" Trying to feign sarcasm, Beca felt a blush rush to her cheeks, "that's probably a good thing since you're the only person who gets to see it."

"Well, I think I'm pretty damn lucky." She smiled widely, their eyes meeting and lingering just long enough to give Chloe the courage she needed. Leaning closer, she pressed her lips softly against the brunette's, waiting to gage her reaction. Almost immediately, Beca responded, deepening the kiss and moving her hands the Chloe's waist. Chloe was the first to pull away, not wanting to push Beca too far and spoil the moment. Pulling her closer, she placed a soft kiss against the smaller girl's forehead. "Yep, pretty damn lucky."