A/N: Alright, this is the start of something new. As I said in the summary it's a prompt that both Zap and I saw and felt we could really have fun with. This fic will no doubt end up about 62 chapters long or so, but they'll all be fairly short as they are basically just pages from Chloe Beale and Beca Mitchell's diaries during the month of December at Barden University. I hope you guys have fun reading these, and hopefully Zap and I can maintain a chapter each a day, we'll see how long this lasts.

I asked Zap if he wanted to comment on the opening Author's Note and he responded with, "Oh god, oh god. We're all going to die!" ... Which is basically just his way of saying he's been awake for far, far too many hours and needs sleep. Perhaps he'll have more commentary in the later chapters.

We're not saying, as of yet, who is writing whom, feel free to take guesses though. And, of course, read and review please, please, please, because both of us are attention craving artists who live and die on your approval and rejection. Not quite literally, but close enough. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy this, because here is the first Diary entry, from one Ms. Chloe Beale.

December 1st - Chloe

Hey diary, long time no chat!

Well, ok, we both know that's a lie, but I feel like it's been a while because I still can't believe I was so scatter-brained that I forgot you here when I went home for Thanksgiving break. I'm so sorry about that, b-t-dubs, you know I still love you, right? I made up for it over the last couple days, right?

Anyway, moving on. I'm still kind of gushing about how Thanksgiving was so totes amazing, or amazeballs as Ashley has gotten me saying, damn that girl and her sneaky, sneaky clever phrases! I still can't get over the fact that mom and dad took us all down to Tampa to visit Grams and Grumpy. And, as I've said, it was like the best ever. I mean, yeah, it sucked not seeing Bree or Beca or, well, I guess any of the Bellas for the week, but it was still awesome…

Speaking of Beca, and I know you'll be shocked that it took this long to mention her, but today was so awesome at practice. Bree kinda flipped out, again, at Beca, but at least this time she didn't make everyone do laps. I mean, not that I mind watching Becs "jogging" around the bleachers, but this was even better. She made us spend like an hour and a half doing choreo work!

Ok, I can see how that doesn't sound amazing now that I've written it down, but let me explain. Doing choreo work we have all the girls in front of the big mirrors, split between Bree and I on either side of the line. Now that everyone knows the music at least, though the harmony still needs a little work (just don't tell Bree that), we basically sing it out as everyone does their part of the choreo, watching themselves in the mirror. (Holy run-on sentence Batman! Oh well, you forgive me, I know)

Again, sounds kind of boring, yeah? Well, it would be, if a certain short brunette didn't happen to be in my group…. And yes, I was just singing that when I wrote it, no judgies!

Anyway, Bree put Becs in my group, probably because she knew that if she had kept her there might have been all-out war, but whatevs! Anyway, as she was doing her choreo I noticed that she was a bit off on … well some part of it, I think. Anyway, I just had to help her, so that Bree would be happy next time we did the full routine, of course. So, yeah, a couple minor adjustments here and there, to make sure her hands were in the right spots, or her hips were turning the right way…

Well, whatever, long story made short, I kind of got to spend the next hour or so making sure her movements were right… AND SHE LET ME!

I mean, yeah, she grumbled about it, but it was quiet grumbling, I think. And, I swear her choreography actually got worse the longer we went at it. At first it was just a touch here, a gesture there. But by the end, I was practically not letting go of her the whole time… Amazeballs!

AND SHE DIDN'T YELL AT ME EVEN!

That's gotta be progress, right? I mean, she's not like Stacie who STILL gropes herself every chance she has. I swear, she's going to give the judges a heart attack if she does that during the routine at Regionals… Though maybe that'll be a good thing, because I'm almost starting to think that Beca's right. About our routine that is. I mean, the more I see it performed by THIS group of Bellas… Well, whatever, that's another journal entry, because it's late and I still have homework to finish.

I just had to write this down, right after my shower, and I want to finish and get dressed in case Bree barges in, like she usually does after I shower after practice, to talk about everything.

Anyway… Getting to the best part. I know, that part sounds totally amazing already, right? But it's not even the BEST best part. The BEST best part is where I get to say that we're going on a date…

Well, a sort of date.

I mean, it's really just movie night at her dorm tomorrow night, but it's still gonna be amazing! And I'm considering it a date, even though she probably doesn't think so… Huh, that sounded a bit stalkerish. Well, whatever, she's totally worth it.

Anyway, after practice I saw that she had taken a while to get ready, she seemed to be talking to herself or something as Aubrey was going over what everyone needed to work on before next practice, and so I was able to catch up to her on the quad as she was heading towards her dorm. She didn't even complain when I snatched her arm like she usually does. I really think I'm getting through her walls, muahahahaha!

I know, I know, mine is an evil laugh.

ANYWAY! We were walking back towards her dorm, and despite being totally sweaty and gross and everything she didn't mind me pressing against her for, uh, warmth on the walk. Yeah… AND she even invited me up to her dorm when we got there, but I decided to play it cool and mention that I need to shower. "To shower alone without any singing" might have been my exact words, which made her do that oh-so adorable blush. But I asked for a raincheck, which she agreed to, and I decided to cash it in right there. And, badda-bing badda-boom, got myself a date for Saturday night… Bree will be soooo jealous. Well, she would be, if, you know, it was an actual date… And it wasn't with Beca. And if I was going to tell her. I mean, I'll make up some excuse about my Anatomy class having a study group that night, or something…

Shit! I hear her coming down the hall! Until tomorrow diary!

XOXOX ~~~~Chloe~~~~ XOXOX