Chloe POV.

I hurried as I climbed the stairs to my Atlanta apartment, eager to check for any boxes at my doorstep. It'd been a very long and impatient week waiting for the package that Beca told her she was sending.

Flashback

"Hey, Chloe. It's me. Duh, it's 2017, you have callerID. Uhm, I know you're in class and you won't answer your phone because you've got to be a good example to those first graders and all but I wanted to tell you I'm sending you something. No I'm not telling you what. And I've got to go to London for meetings so I probably won't answer my phone for a week or so. Anyways, I'm rambling. I'll talk to you soon."

I had tried to call her back as soon as I got her message, but it went straight to voicemail. That was four days ago. Four long days of waiting for whatever she decided I needed. I finally reached my floor and rounded the corner, smiling widely when I saw the small package with her carefree handwriting on it. I kicked off my shoes as I walked in, bee lining for the kitchen. My excitement was short lived as I studied the mysterious objects in the box. They were all labeled with numbers, so I pulled out number one and began to read.

Dear Chlo.

I know you're probably wondering what the hell I'm up to, and you'll find out soon enough. There are rules though. You cannot go out of order, it's an order for a reason.

I rolled my eyes at her sarcasm through the letter.

I arranged for this to arrive on Friday because I want you to have the whole weekend. Please, don't do anything that you haven't thought through.

What the hell is she talking about?

Also, I'm not really in London, but I was on a video conference with some people there. I'm not at work, so don't try calling. There is only two people who know where I am and neither are going to tell you.

Love,

Beca Effin' Mitchell

P.S. get the headphones I sent you for your birthday for the next part.

I sighed deeply. What the hell is she doing? What is all this about? Grabbing the headphones, I pulled out the second item reading the sticky note on top.

Listen to song 1 then open the 3rd envelope.

I plugged into the iPod, pushing play on the first song. My eyes widening as the familiar sounds of Titanium began playing. Listening closely, I could hear the voice that plagues my dreams in the background. My patience was already thinned as I hastily reached for the next envelope.

I had this song stuck in my head all day when you burst into my shower. Little did I know that I'd still be singing it six years down the road. I never forgot that day. Three years later, our senior year, it was a memory that frequently played. I broke up with Jesse long before our actual public breakup. I wasn't ready to tell you that I loved you and he understood, stepping into the "lesbro" role almost too seamlessly.

I love you, Chlo. I'm ready now. I don't know why it took me so long. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me and I haven't even kissed you. I'm not good with emotions, obviously. But I want to tell you everything.

Listen to song 2.

Tears were flooding my eyes as I reached for the iPod. She loved me. This whole time. I registered the soft tune playing in my ears, her voice once again captivating me.

Now listen here she said

Boy when you know you'll know

And I know

You're the fire and the flood

And I'll always feel you in my blood

Tears were rolling down my face as she finished the song.

I love you, Chloe Beale.

I jumped slightly as I heard it. Beca recorded herself. For me. Unable to get up just yet I pulled the final envelope out, setting the contents on the counter. A plane ticket and another note.

Chloe-now that you know the most important secret of my life you have a choice. I got you a ticket to come to me, or you can stay home and we'll pretend that I didn't just pour my heart out in some ridiculous movie like way. You won't lose me either way. The plane will fly out whenever you are ready within the next two days.

I stared at the note for all of five minutes before bolting to the bedroom to pack. Half an hour later I was grabbing to ticket off the counter and rushing out the door. I had a plane to catch.

BecaPOV

I walked onto the deck of the house I bought earlier this month, breathing in the fresh mountain air. Remembering when my mom first brought me here after my parents divorced. I didn't understand the peacefulness that came with the lake. My inner musings were cut short by my phone ringing in my pocket.

"Miss Mitchell?" I cringed at the overly polite voice.

"Yes?" I said, using best boss voice. I was paying these people a lot of money to be at my beck and call.

"You asked us to let you know when Miss Beale boarded the plane you had waiting for her. They're in preflight procedures now." She's coming. Holy shit. I'm going to pass out. "Miss Mitchell?" A concerned voice asked.

"Uhh, yes. Thank you. What time will she be landing?" I asked, embarrassed that I got so lost.

"The plane should touch down at Spokane International at approximately 2:45." I quickly glanced at my watch. Just after noon. "Will you need to be connected to our driver services?"

"No, thank you. I'll pick her up." We said our goodbyes and I collapsed on the sofa outside. Chloe was coming here. To me. In a little over two hours. Fuck. I've got to get ready.

After the quickest and possibly the most exciting shower and prep that I've ever had I pulled into the airport short term parking and made my way to the arrivals area. I rocked back and forth on my heels, desperately trying to see a glimpse of red hair amongst the sea of people. Finally, I saw her hair, then her eyes locked with mine.

"Beca Mitchell." She said as she approached.

I cleared my throat. "Chlo-"

"You're such a fucking sap." Was all she said before she smashed her lips against mine.