Mrs. Chloe Anne Beale-Mitchell. No, wait! Mrs. Chloe Anne Mitchell, yeah that's better.

Chloe giggled giddily at her notebook, it was filled with scrabbles of her name combined with her name.

She glanced at a table in front of her to the right, where a small brunette sat with beats headphones around her neck, scribbling in her notebook and looking up every once in a while to copy the notes that the professor had written on the smart board, something about thunder and electricity.

Beca Mitchell, not really popular per say but very well known among the student body for her smartness, witty comebacks, hilarious sarcasm, musically talented oh and also very fucking hot. Out about her lesbian sexuality too. The whole package really.

Did Chloe already mention that she's very beautiful?

And not in that cliché way or anything, no, it was a new form of beauty all on itself. It was Beca's beauty and oh boy it was a sight for sore eyes. It was the kind of beauty that didn't even know it was a beauty, but still took care of itself, not aware but not unknowing.

Also they were in the same class at the moment, but not like Chloe was paying attention to it. No. Planning how to become future Mrs. Mitchell is way more important.

What would our children look like? Ooh they would have her gorgeous eyes and that smirk when they're older, but with my hair color! They're going to be cute either way, I mean look at their momma's!

She grinned as she drew a stick woman that resembled herself and another one next to her, a bit smaller, which resembled Beca and next to Beca she made three more stick man, combining them with various treats of themselves, one had the bright blue eyes and dark brown hair, one with the stormy blues that Beca possessed with her red and radiant hair and the last one was an exact combination of its mother.

Chloe muffled a squeal in her sleeve and continued to write her name with Beca's last name or coming up with other kinds of future children.

So caught up in her own fantasy world she didn't notice the bell ringing and a small figure making their way towards the still unknowing redhead. "Hey Chlo? The bell just rang, wh- " Chloe was too late to close her notebook when she heard the all too familiar voice gasp. She slowly turned around, coming face to face with a shocked Beca, eyes wide and mouth agape. Chloe blushed like mad and slowly took a step back. She was blushing from head to toe and quickly gathered her stuff, shoving them all in her messenger bag. When she looked up she saw Beca with an unreadable expression stepping towards her.

Seeing this Chloe yelped and made a run for it, pushing herself even harder when she heard the sound of fast approaching footsteps behind her. The corridor was too empty to be able to slip in some vacant classroom but luckily a stream of students came out of one of the rooms and Chloe rapidly fused herself with the crowd "CHLOE!" she could hear Beca scream her name but she wasn't going to face the rejection, hurt and embarrassment.

After walking all the way to the other side of the school, and knowing for sure that she had lost Beca, she breathed a sigh of relieve. Whoo that was a close call.

Looking around her she noticed that she was in front of her own locker and quickly dumped all of her books in there. Trying to get out of the school and back to her house as soon as possible.

She had slammed her locked shut but promptly screamed and jumped about a feet in the air when she saw Beca Mitchell. Naturally leaning against the locker next to hers, picking at her nails as if she was there the whole time and hadn't seen the weird fantasies that Chloe had scribbled in her notebook. "Are you done with the running now? I don't really like to exorcise." Beca looked up from her nails, right into Chloe's eyes which were wide and confused but impressed at the same time. "Don't look so surprised Beale" Beca smirked at Chloe, which seemed to get her out of her trance because as soon as Beca leaned toward her, Chloe turned and high tailed it out of there. "Damn it" Beca swore under her breath as she calmly walked into the direction the redhead had ran off to.

Surely that she can't find me now. Chloe had locked herself into one of the janitors closets at the far end of the school, it was already four in the afternoon and everyone had surely left the school by now. Out of nowhere the door handle began to turn and Chloe held her breath, but then started sweating as the person behind the door seemed to have a key and was using it.

Waiting for her inventible end she steeled herself, already having an apology on the tip of her tongue when the door swung open and Hank the janitor walked in with his litter cart. "Ah miss Beale! What are you doing here girl?" he looked at her with surprise and confusion written all over his face. Chloe averted her eyes to everywhere but him "Uh… I… spilled something and I searched for some cleaning materials…" She looked at Hank. He still looked skeptical but just shrugged "Meh, as long as you clean it, my shift is over for today. He parked the cart in its rightful place and tipped his hat at Chloe when he left the closet "Good day to you miss Beale." He closed the door behind him and Chloe could hear him whistle as he walked down the corridor.

She sighed in relief for the millionth time that day and slowly slid down the wall, a smile of triumph growing on her face for the fact that she had been able to avoid Beca all day. Now she was just going to wait till the school actually closed an-

"Found you"

Chloe screamed when she saw Beca climbing out of the cart, her hair was kinda frazzled but it still looked hot. Seriously salt bae could use her as a grill plate, hell that won't even be an option, everything that touches her probably spontaneously evaporates in ashes. Beca winced when Chloe let out the banshee like screech and gestured for Chloe to keep it down. "Settle down Beale it's just me, or should I say Mrs. Chloe Anne Mitchell?" Beca smirked as she approached Chloe who had stood up and had pressed herself as tightly as she could against the wall. "I- I don- don't know what y-you're ta- talking about." She laughed nervously and looked down, finding the ground way more interesting than the quickly approaching Beca.

Beca was now only a few steps away from her, watching Chloe like a lion would its prey. "I pretty sure you know exactly what I'm talking about honey."

Oh the way she says that word, it's pure sex.

Chloe tried to disappear into the wall. God have mercy on me. she nervously looked around as if some sort of super hero would save her from all this mess. "Uh- Erm I uh. Yes? No? kind of? Maybe, sorta, possible I do?" she face palmed herself. Physically. She didn't dare look at Beca and sighed in defeat "I'm sorry for doing all of that, you're probably not even interested and I get it if you don't want anything to do with me anymo-"

Her rambling had been cut off by the most soft and tender lips she has ever had the pleasure of having on hers. Chloe didn't move. Holy shit. Still frozen from surprise she closed her eyes and tried to enjoy it but still didn't do anything. "You have to stop putting words in my mouth, I don't really appreciate it by all means." Came the breathless voice of the brunette that Chloe has admired for so long.

"W- What do you mean B- Becs?" the redhead nervously fiddled with a loose thread on the plaid shirt of the brunette. "I mean that, I want you to be Mrs. Chloe Anne Mitchell too, silly. I have wanted that for a long time now." Beca tenderly lifted Chloe head by her chin and briefly kissed her again, pulling back almost immediately. "That is, if you still want that too, I'm not really sure anymore after having to chase you trough the whole school because you were running away from me." Beca awkwardly looked away and scratched at the back of her head.

The redhead looked at her bewildered as if she had just asked the most stupid question ever. "Beca of course! I've wanted that since forever! I was scared that you were going to reject me or give me an ear full about being a pervert or something. Or worse! Not wanting to hang out with me anymore!" Chloe grabbed Beca's neck and turned her to her, softly pecking Beca's lips. "I would never run away from you, the only direction I want to run to now is right into your waiting arms, Mrs. Mitchell." Beca grinned as she pulled the redhead towards her by her waist, kissing her on the lips as she came close enough. "I really like the sound of that."

The next day Hank came whistling to the janitors closet, followed by Jesse, Stacie, Aubrey and Benji. "Thanks for letting us borrow the vacuum Hank!" Jesse said as he put the thing down while Hank went to unlock the door, he nodded in acknowledgement but abruptly stopping his whistling when he noticed that the door was still unlocked. Looking at the other kids he put his pointer finger in front of his mouth, signaling for them to be quiet.

Softly he turned the doorknob and carefully opened the door. They all slowly piled into the dark closet, the only light was provided by the light in the corridor. Looking around, they tried finding the source of the unlocked door. Aubrey had found it first apparently because she muffled a scream when she saw two bodies laying on a make shift bed, all huddled close and seemingly holding each other tightly.

The people in the room exchanged looks until Stacie eventually grew tired of it "alright you pussies, I'll do it." she strode towards the bodies who were laying just beneath the light switch and turned it on.

"I KNEW IT! CR OWES ME TWENTY BUCKS."

Hope you enjoyed that :)
Wanted to make it smutty but it turned into fluff instead. Oh well ^_^

Also, made this at like, 2 in the morning here so a lot of typos are bound to be in this and maybe someday I'll correct them

~M