The first seconds immediately following the last notes of the Bella's performance was explosive. One moment complete silence coiled throughout the audience, and within the next the tension shattered into a deafening roar of awe and adrenaline. The Barden women took a moment to bask in the powerful energy flowing through the concert before heading backstage to wait for the judges verdict with bated breath.
Das Sound Machine was, dare they say it, impressed. Of course, they were still confident with their stunning performance (I mean, let's be real, they completely slayed it). So, once they had gotten through with the obligatory critical analysis of their competition's performance, they could not deny that the Bella's performance deserved respect. Kommissar's respect of her opposing leader was increased tenfold, and she felt a strong desire to go applaud her in the Bella's efforts.
Speaking of which, Kommissar caught a glimpse of a flustered looking Beca separating from her group. Suddenly, her desire to interact with the tiny, yet feisty mouse peaked. She quickly excused herself from her own group to track down the other leader. It didn't take long for her to find the smaller woman bent over the water fountain splashing water on her cheeks. Originally the German co-leader had planned to be more amicable, but seeing Beca all worked up after her performance... She just couldn't help herself.
"I can't tell if you're trying to cool down after rolling in zat hot mess, or if you're trying to drown yourself so you don't have to experience the shame of losing to Das Sound Machine," Kommissar smirked.
Beca whipped around and narrowed her eyes at the beautiful German woman. Adrenaline was still pulsing through her veins, which may have attributed to Beca's ability to actually be confident in her rebuttal. The small DJ briskly stalked over to the taller acapella … goddess.
"You may be hot as fuck and an acapella genius, but Bellas are a force you can't even begin to – "
Aggressive lips pressed against her own and hands tangled possessively into her hair, causing all of Beca's thoughts to derail. It took next to no time at all for Beca to react. The DJ's hands grasped onto Kommissar's waist and pulled her in flush to her own smaller frame. The German forced her head upwards for a better angle, but Beca pushed her against a wall. A slight whimper sounded from one of the women as their tongues began a battle for dominance. Beca couldn't think in that moment, she was running on pure instinct, adrenaline, and unnamed pent up frustration.
"Beca? Where are you, they should be announcing the results soon! Becs – oh."
Chloe froze as her eyes landed on her co-leader and their competition in a heated lip lock.
The young DJ flinched away from Kommissar as if she had been burned, eyes locking onto Chloe's. Anguish was the first emotion to wash over the redhead's features.
"That's… this… I… There's an explanation!" Beca panicked.
Chloe clenched her jaw.
"It's fine Beca. I'm not the one you need to explain it too, right? I'm not your girlfriend," the redhead choked out.
"Chlo…" Lots of thoughts started to flood Beca's mind, but trying to get Chloe to understand… whatever this was… was a priority.
"They're announcing the competition results soon. The Bella's and your boyfriend are waiting for you."
With that, the redhead spun on her heel and fled the situation. And to Beca, it felt like she had been pierced. Her walls of denial were finally starting to crumble, and in the midst of confusion, she could feel the creeping fear that they might be crumbling irreparably.