"Well viewers, welcome back to the national a cappela championship, what you just saw was a clip of the championship 8 years ago where the Barden Bellas were completely humiliated in front of the entire world when then junior Aubrey Posen lost her breakfast on the first 2 rows of the spectating audience."

"I remember that day well, John the stench was in my nose for weeks! But the next year, the Bellas came back to win the championship despite several major setbacks. They have continued to win for the past 7 years; even winning the world championship series of a cappela 3 years ago."

"Who knew that if you let women out of the kitchen long enough, they can actually accomplish something, they must secretly be all men; there's simply no way that women could accomplish something so astounding."

"Well, i know something else that hasn't changed in 8 years, John!"

"What's that, Gail?"

"Your mysogynistic attitude!"

"Some things just never change!"

The camera left their laughing faces and panned over the crowd, zeroing in on a brunette and a red head huddled together on the front row.

"Behind the Bellas first few years of success was Becca Mitchell, now an award winning music producer."

"And it looks like she's here tonight with long time girlfriend and former Bella, Chloe Beale; they turned out tonight to cheer on their alma mater."

"I'm just shocked at how many of the Bellas from that first winning year turned out to be gay, Gail!"

"Well, John, with men like you, who wouldn't want to be a lesbian?"

"That's a stab to to my fragile male ego, Gail!"

"I know it is , I know, but for now, let's get back to the show, where the barden Bellas are about to kick some Aca-ass."

The Bellas, led by Emily, easily took first place in the competition, and Beca and Chloe were invited on stage to help celebrate the win. The performers and the audience eventually dissipated and Beca and Chloe were left alone on stage.

"Who would have thought, 7 years ago, that we would be here, you and me. The Bellas winning for the 7th straight year. You a famous music producer, me a music video choreographer. Us, together, after all these years."

Grabbing her girlfriend's hands, Beca winked, "Well, you saw me naked. . ."

They laughed together, and a comfortable silence settled around them as they walked across the stage that they had been on so many times before.

"There are so many good memories here!" Chloe's whisper echoed in the emptiness of the auditorium.

"Well, I'm hoping that this will be another one."

"What do you mean?" Chloe's brow crinkled in confusion.

Beca dropped to one knee, her hand gripping the redhead's.

"Chlo, when I saw you at the activities fair, I thought that you were the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen. And then when you stepped into my shower, well I was scared shitless. But then when you said we were going to be fast friends, I knew that the you were right! But I never thought that I would be lucky enough to have you as my girlfriend. And I'm so glad that I finally got the balls to ask you out. The past 2 years have been the best of my life, and I know we wasted so much time, ignoring our feelings and pretending like we weren't meant to be together. But now that I have you, I don't want to waste anymore time. I want to wake up every morning and look into those gorgeous blue eyes of yours. Chloe Elizabeth Beale, will you marry me?"

Chloe's hands withdrew to cover her mouth and silence fell over the auditorium for a full minute before a shriek filled the air.

"Oh my god! Beca! Yes! Yes, yes, yes! I can't believe-! Oh my god! At Lincoln center! After the championship! It's so perfect!"

Becca laughed, "You haven't even seen the ring yet Beale!"

"I don't need too, I don't care! Beca, from the moment I met you I knew in was going to have to get close to you, but I never imagined that I would love you this much! Nothing would make me happier than to be your wi- holy crap, that rock is huge!"

Beca laughed as she slipped the ring on her fiancé's finger. Chloe's hands gripped her face, and their lips met in a heated kiss.

"I love you Beca Mitchell."

"And I love you Chloe Beale."

"Uh-huh", Chloe's finger covered her lips. "That's future Mrs. Mitchell to you!"

Becca grinned and their lips met again as they twirled on the stage; remnants of the championship confetti falling around them.