Beca wouldn't call it a gift, because if she did it would mean that it had been given to her and she'd worked far too hard to give someone else the credit. She never liked gifts, sure when she was younger and birthday gifts consisted of plastic toys and comic books, but nowadays she hated gifts. They always seemed to say, "Here, I got you this because I pity you." Maybe that's why she didn't do so well on dates, guys always tried to pay for her and she hated it. Anyway, she wouldn't call it a gift, she'd call it a skill.

Beca was skilled and proud of that fact, she'd spent many hours perfecting her ability to listen, and even more spotting when, where, and how she could meld two separate songs together. She was expert at mixing songs, in her opinion anyway, and her confidence was never shaken. Until she met Chloe Beale.

It wasn't so much that Chloe made her lack confidence in herself, it had more to do with the fact that Beca had spent the last 7 years protecting herself with a shield woven with indifference and a strong absence of caring, and that Chloe made her feel.

God, how Chloe made her feel...

All she had to do was flash that big contagious grin and Beca was helpless, unable to say no, unable to look away, unable to keep her head when she most needed it. Beca had put up with this, this feeling thing for weeks now, months even, and she'd finally had enough. And that's what she kept repeating in her head as she stomped down the hallway to the apartment Chloe shared with Aubrey.

Somewhere in the back of her mind Beca couldn't help but worry about if Aubrey was home too, how the blonde would react to all this, but the rest of her was louder, screaming at her that she had to just get this done. So, when the door to their apartment was right in front of her face, right under her clenched fist, she completely lost the ability to rationalize, and let her body take over.

"Beca?" Chloe asked in confusion once she'd opened the door, the pounding that had sounded on it had her worried it was some kind of emergency, but Beca looked more in shock than in urgency. "What's wrong? Are you oka-" Chloe never got her chance to ask, because Beca chose that moment to try out her skills in mixing. The only difference with this mix was that Chloe's lips were one song, and Beca's were the other.

Stupid analogy, maybe, but they made one hell of a remix.

The best one she'd ever made, Beca would argue, if she wasn't so caught up in the moment. Right now all she could think was that Chloe was the greatest thing to ever come into her life, and if that made her a gift, then maybe Beca didn't mind gifts so much.

Badly Written Bechloe one-shot. Sorry it's so teensy... I just couldn't stop thinking about them, and I wanted to write something, and this just kind of occurred. AND I DIDN'T HAVE ANY GOOD IDEAS. Soooooo, if you guys wanna send me some prompts, head canons, or AUs including ANY COUPLE from ANY FANDOM THAT I AM IN, I would greatly appreciate it. My tumblr is no-more-icecream .tumblr .com Just remove the space before the periods and we're good!