I hope you like this, it won't be a super long story, or maybe it will, I don't know yet, I'll see how it works and then decide. But prepare yourself for a lot of fluff! The story is based off the chorus from Drake's and Rihanna's song 'Take Care', it just popped up in my head and I was like 'YES I NEED TO DO THAT!'. Have mercy, my English is not perfect, but I guess it's pretty good. Leave reviews so I know what you would like to have or if you like the story at all. Have fun with this one, xx badkid :)
-Staubrey
-Jesse!Asshole

I own nothing but the ideas.

Chapter One

I know you've been hurt by someone else
I can tell by the way you carry yourself
If you let me, here's what I'll do
I'll take care of you
I've loved and I've lost

She doesn't date anymore. The last time just hurt too much. She couldn't and wouldn't take that pain again. It was like it marked her, like really couldn't form feelings for someone else. Like she couldn't love anymore. Her friends kept telling her that she should at least go out with them, maybe she would stumble over someone and fell in love again. There were times where she believed them and joined them for a night in one of the clubs in Atlanta, but every time she went home alone. In all honesty, she didn't even mind. It was okay for her because secretly she didn't want to find someone, she wanted to be alone. At least she thought that. She was wrong, but how could she know that back then?

It was a day like all these other days. Beca walked into the studio, right to her office so she wouldn't have to talk to her friends. Little did she know that one of them just waited in her office. So when she finally reached it, she didn't look around, just closed the door and leaned against it, sighing heavily.

"I saw your new track." A voice startled her. Quickly opening her eyes, she saw a tall brunette sitting her chair.

"And?", she asked, knowing deep down why her friend wanted to talk to her.

"I thought we were done with this sad and depressing mixes", the woman sighed. Something snapped inside Beca.

"First of, there is no 'we' and second, I can make 'sad and depressing mixes' for as long as I want, okay?", she snapped.

Still the other woman seemed unaffected. "There's a 'we' because I'm your best friend Beca and I'm worried about you. You shouldn't be the one hurting here, it was his loss, not yours. I always knew that he wasn't the right for you and the cheating thing just proved it again."

Beca flinched at the word 'cheating'. She walked over to her desk, sitting down at it. "But what if he's the only one who can put up with me? I mean, I'm not the easiest person, Stacie."

Slightly chuckling the tall brunette smirked. "I can handle you pretty well and the other girls are good at it too."

"I don't really think I could date anyone of you and besides you're with Aubrey", Beca smirked back.

"I'm not with her, but we definitely have a special connection...", Stacie trailed off and Beca shook violently her head.

"Yikes! I don't want to hear any of your sex adventures."

"I wasn't planning on telling you them, but if it makes you feel better I would."

"No thanks, I'm good", Beca reassured her best friend.

Stacie snored. "Yeah, I can totally see that. Your Sam Smith mix practically shouts happiness all over it."

The smaller brunette playfully punched her and laughed. "I'm working on it, okay? Now get out, maybe I can do even make something good."

Nodding Stacie left the room, but not without hugged her hurt friend. She knew how hard it was for her. Beca and Jesse were dating for a really long time and coming home seeing him with some other woman in their bed didn't seem too nice. Before she could think about stuff she would do to that asshole so he could at least feel a bit of her best friends pain, -because he didn't feel sorry at all-, her phone beeped and ripped her out of her thoughts.

Her on/off, a friend with benefits or whatever Aubrey in the end was had texted.

Aubrey:
Don't forget the job interview we have, but I bet you already did. Hurry up I'm waiting.

Slightly disappointed that it wasn't one of the rather appreciated invitations to spend a bit time with the blonde, Stacie walked a faster so she wouldn't be late. Because if she would be late it would mean that Aubrey gets mad and a mad Aubrey is nothing good. A Navy officer's speech would be a lullaby compared to Aubrey's.

When she reached another office with walls out of glass she cursed under breath. Aubrey was already inside, with the applicant.

Softly opening the door, she smiled dazzlingly at Aubrey and the young woman in front of her. "I'm sorry that I'm late, I had to talk to our boss. Stacie Conrad", she smiled and shook the woman's hand, which stood up to shake Stacie's hand.

"Chloe Beale", the woman smiled.

She had fiery red hair, a slender body but was still trained, a really beautiful smile and brilliant blue eyes. Chloe seemed to be in the same age as Stacie, maybe a year or two older.

Someone beside them cleared their throat and Stacie looked down, to see a not so amused Aubrey Posen looking up at her. "You didn't miss anything Miss Conrad, but still it's very nice that you interrupted us so reckless and delight us with your presence", she slightly snapped.

But Stacie didn't notice the tone her lover was speaking in. "Since when do you call me 'Miss Conrad'?"

Aubrey rolled her eyes. "Just sit down Stacie." The tall brunette did as she was told and smiled at Chloe friendly, who looked pretty scared. Probably because of Aubrey small rant.

"Don't worry, you don't have to work with her, I'll show you everything."

The blonde next to her scoffed. "Excuse me?", she asked in disbelieve and the redhead opposite from them giggled quietly. The two acted like an old married couple.

"Um, Aubrey, don't you think we should sort out our personal differences after the job interview with this extremely promising applicant?", Stacie countered in a sickeningly sweet voice. Aubrey's mouth fell open, but Stacie didn't give her any attention and just continued to talk with Chloe about herself and her work experience.

"So Chloe, how old are you?"

"I'm 26."

"Ha, I knew it! You couldn't be much older than me or the others! But you have the same age as Aubrey, though..."

"I'm 27 Stacie", Aubrey chimed in.

"Okay, make yourself older, your wish is my command", Stacie joked, but still didn't look at her and still kept talking to Chloe, "Where did you work before this?"

"I worked in a law firm in New Orleans, I don't think you know any there, so..."

"It's okay, um, when did you graduate from college? And on which college did you went to?"

"I graduated with 24 and went to Loyola in New Orleans, too."

"And why are you here? I mean New Orleans is pretty great and if you had a job?", Stacie asked, suddenly curious.

Chloe laughed softly. "My family lives here and I missed them if I'm being honest."

"So no boyfriend or girlfriend?" "Stacie!", Aubrey exclaimed for the first time after a few minutes.

Stacie finally turned to her. "What? It was a totally normal question! Boyfriends or girlfriends can be a burden for a job like this. I mean you have to work long and stuff", Stacie explained, glancing over at Chloe to know if she listened.

"But a relationship at work is okay or what?", Aubrey asked, raising her eyebrows. Apparently refer to that one time Stacie asked her why the two of them aren't together.

"Yes", Stacie said firmly, "It something different because your partner would do the same, or at least something similar and would do it at the same place. It would be easier to understand. As long the relationship doesn't harm the work it should be okay, but if does, of course then it isn't okay. After all the work counts more then personal stuff and the work placement, as hard as it is."

The blonde seemed surprised at Stacie's answer and when she didn't say anything in return Stacie turned back to Chloe.

"Got it?", she asked and Chloe nodded, "So no boyfriend?"

Chloe shook her head no. "I'm not really into guys..."

Aubrey who apparently came back to her senses finally worked with Stacie, she showed no reaction that Chloe just said that she's gay. "Girlfriend?"

A huge smile crept up Chloe's face, but she still shook her head no.

"Then why are you smiling like a creep?", Stacie asked amused.

"Because my old bossed weren't that thrilled about my sexuality, but you two don't seem to mind." Aubrey just smiled comfortingly and continued with the interview.

Twenty minutes later the three of them were done and Chloe left. After a few moments of silence and reading through the new won information about Chloe, Aubrey turned to the tall brunette.

"Do you think the same as I do?"

"That she could be the perfect distraction for Beca?", Stacie asked and Aubrey nodded.

"But besides that she seems really good, I think she could fit here."

"Yeah, she does. You have to be nicer, tough." Aubrey huffed and Stacie laughed before walking off, thinking about a way how Chloe and Beca could meet.