Author's Note: Title comes from this amazing children's book called Downpour by Emily Martin. The illustrations are beautiful. In her author's note she says only fools don't change their minds. Worth reading/looking at. This is my first and likely only Pitch Perfect story. I thought they had great chemistry. This is a little AU. A what if Chloe kept Beca a secret but they were dating and the story of how they tried and keep trying. When I can imagine it in my head and play it out by scene that's a tell I should write it out. Here's what came from that what if scenario. Thank you for reading. Chapter 1...

Your heart is worth having a dialog with. In the way heartbeats are skittering words, hesitant pauses, and a need to say what is felt over what is thought.

Blue paper, black frame, and the most important post it note Chloe received.

She had shown it to Aubrey once after Beca had left for the studio. Her best friend had come over for their monthly brunch. Years later Aubrey still wasn't exactly cheering for Beca-claiming she was emotionally distant to Chloe.

With certainty and a calmness that came with knowing more the red head gracefully held out her index finger the post it was attached to. It didn't have to be thrust or dramatically proven that Beca gave more behind closed doors. The brunette was a private person and she respected that. Aubrey…not so much.

That changed a few seconds after the blonde read the note taking it in with a frown. Chloe noticed her best friend read it numerous times before opening her mouth, shutting it again, and frowning at the note,

"She wrote this?"

"Yes," Chloe sighed. "She said she couldn't write lyrics or that bits of things didn't mean a song could happen, but she'd write things and leave them by my side of the bed. Usually next to a latte. I think she could have owned a starbucks with how often she went."

Aubrey nodded slowly and narrowed her cat-like eyes. "You're rambling." She sat back on the chair more. "And she apparently spoiled you. Chlo-how often would she leave you a latte?" She asked curiously.

The red head closed her eyes almost tasting one and tried to calculate it. "Almost every other day. Its when I was studying to be certified."

"Chloe! You were dating before graduation?"

A flinch passed over the red head and Aubrey noticed. Even though Chloe trained herself to mask most of her emotions due to her profession she was an open book to the blonde.

Chloe swallowed and dropped her voice, "a few weeks into grad school."

"Jesus Chloe," Aubrey said with a raised voice and widened eyes. "I thought you were dating for a few months RECENTLY. Not almost two years." The blonde said as she shook her head as it seeped in that her perception of Beca wasn't as accurate or as fair as she thought. And that Chloe had lied to her by omission of the truth. Pursing her lips and tilting her head to the side, debating, as she always did with her lawyer mind if she should hold back to coerce information out of a client or go at it hard and demanding she knew this was Chloe and not a client. With a sigh she approached it differently. "Okay, want to start from the beginning?"

Chloe lifted her head, stopped herself from staring at the marble countertop and looked around the apartment.

Everywhere. Photos. None of them were of her and Beca in case her family came over, but most of the photos were taken by Beca or herself. Once upon a time she was part of a collective. An equal that created a "we". She and Beca had felt like a unit. Wonderfully filled with potential and beautiful future plans.

"You want all of it?" Chloe asked hesitantly. It was a bittersweet story, filled with emotions and two people who would try and try but one person who held back. Chloe was self-aware enough she was her own worst enemy and Beca wasn't as guarded as she led people to believe. Chloe considered where to start. For a moment she listened to her computer play her library on random as it did during their brunches. I should have given you a reason to stay. Given you a reason to stay. This is fact not fiction for the first time in years. Death Cab for Cutie was right. She looked at Aubrey who nodded her head.

Deep breath. Honesty. "Okay…"