So, I got this idea while lounging around on my brother's bed, playing a mean game of FIFA. Don't even ask me why. So far it's a one-shot, but I might make it a two-shot if anyone's interested.
That means; I'd love for you to read and review, as feedback is always appreciated.
With that said:

ENJOY!

So, maybe showing up at Beca and Jesse's house at two in the morning, more than a little intoxicated, wasn't Chloe's brightest idea to date. She had thought about going there earlier in the afternoon, but she simply couldn't find the courage. It had taken several shots and lots of persuading words from Aubrey and Stacie to finally make her leave their couch and go talk to the brunette that still occupied her every thought.

"Chloe?" a disheveled Beca opened the door, rubbing sleepily at her eye with the palm of her hand. Chloe hadn't even noticed her own hand knocking on the dark wood of the door, so she just gaped at Beca in dumbfounded surprise for a moment. She then felt the slightest twinge of guilt at having woken her up at this hour.

"Uh… hi." she said weakly, her voice betraying her otherwise confident appearance. Beca looked her up and down for a minute, as if she wasn't really sure if the redhead was really there. Chloe got it, it was after all the first time she'd shown up at Beca's in a while. And it was the middle of the night.

"What are you doing here?" Beca stifled a yawn, eyes furrowed in concern as she watched Chloe sway back and forth on her heels.

"I, uh, I had to tell you something," Chloe answered, hands moving to play with the hem of her jacket, nails digging into the seams. She allowed herself to briefly glance into Beca's eyes and was met with confusion, concern and something that looked a lot like love. Not that it mattered, it wasn't going to change the situation or what Chloe was planning to say.

"Go on then," Beca urged, looking over her shoulder quickly, making sure Jesse hadn't come down to check what was going on. She turned her focus back onto Chloe, placing a hand gently on the taller girl's forearm to stop her fidgeting. A brief look of hurt flashed on her face when Chloe pulled away, taking a step back. "What's wrong, Chlo'?"

Chloe sighed deeply at the nickname, pinching the skin between her thumb and index finger to keep the tears threatening to spill at bay.

"Beca. I'm going to say something, and I want you to just stay quiet while I say it. Can you please, please promise me that?"

She looked into Beca's dark eyes as she spoke, watching the brunette nod mutely in agreement.

"Thank you," she smiled weakly, turning her eyes onto her hands, "I, uh, I had this whole thing planned out in my head, you know. It just doesn't really feel right to go for that whole speech right now. But yeah, I'm here, because there's so many things I need to tell you."

She breathed in and out deeply before she continued, still not making eye contact.

"I know I said we could still be friends Beca, but what if that was a lie? What if I'm just completely lost? I don't think I can do this Beca. Maybe one day I'll forget that I love you but, not tonight, not yet. And that's because I just know, I can feel it all the way into my soul, that I will love you for as long as I live. But I also know that if I stay here, with you, it'll kill me. I can't handle it."

She didn't pay too much attention to the fact that tears were now flowing freely down her cheeks, falling down her neck and soaking into the collar of her shirt.

"Maybe it's a mistake that I'm here. I mean, you told me you were happy. Maybe one day I'll be able to look at you again, without thinking about Jesse and how it feels like he's taken you from me, like he's taken the place that I was supposed to take. Maybe my heart won't be broken anymore, maybe someone'll be able to fix it. I doubt it though."

Beca opened her mouth to speak but Chloe lifted a hand to silence her, choking back a sob.

"I can't shake this feeling that you're the love of my life Beca. Even if I'm not yours. Do you remember back at Barden, how we'd cuddle and joke around? Before finals, before Jesse? My mind keeps going back to that time, and how well we fit together. I knew I could always count on you Beca, and I could always count on you to hold me close when things were tough. Like when you came to me after having researched more than a hundredth different methods to fight nodes, so damn proud of yourself."

Chloe was now wiping furiously at her eyes, shaking her head as a humorless chuckle escaped her chapped lips.

"And god Beca, you held me when I cried about it. I was just stupid enough to think there was actually something more than friendship behind it when you did it. I just, I remember thinking that you smelled so great, like cinnamon and falling in love. I still think you do, to be honest. Just, when I look at you now, it's not the same. Because now every single time I look at you it breaks my heart to know that you're not mine."

"Chlo-"

"You promised." Chloe silenced her quickly, not wanting to hear Beca reject her one more time. She thought back to the night she had first told Beca she loved her, the night the Bellas had sounded good for the first time, when they did that haunting mashup of Just The Way You Are and Only Just A Dream. She remembered how Beca had told her, after a brief moment of shocked silence, that she just wanted to be friends. Stupidly, Chloe had agreed.

"I think it's time I think about myself Beca. And I need to get away from here, because this place, you, it's toxic to me. I gave you everything I have, every single piece of me, but you didn't want it. So, I just came to say goodbye."

Beca wasn't sure how to react, that much was obvious. She looked much like she had when Chloe had first let her feelings be known to her. Her eyes were wide, mouth slightly agape, panic shining in her eyes. Whether it was panic at the thought that she would have to tell Jesse about this later or at the thought that Chloe was leaving, Chloe couldn't exactly tell. She desperately hoped for the later, even if she did want Beca to be happy.

"Chloe… I, uh…" Beca stammered, shifting on her bare feet. She was completely speechless. So when Chloe gave her a sad smile and turned to leave, she was unable to call out for the redhead to come back. Chloe gave her a small wave, and when Beca had finally regained her voice, she was out of sight. "Fuck."

Beca sighed heavily, shuffling back into the house. She wanted to cry, wanted to have some strong, emotional reaction to all that Chloe had just told her. Instead she just felt empty. She retreated back to her and Jesse's bedroom, finding him sitting on the bed, clearly he had been waiting for her to return.

"Who was that?" he asked, running a hand through his short locks as Beca tucked herself underneath the comforter.

"Just Chloe."

"What did she want?"

Beca forced a smile at him, hoping that he wouldn't call her out on what an obvious lie what she said next was.

"Nothing."