A/N: So this fic was a prompt/slash challenge from spikkels8 who provided the basic idea and also the songs. It's pretty much just Chloe catching Beca singing cheesy romantic songs and trying to figure out why! It's cannon through like the first half of PP2 (or really all of it if you ignore the minor Jesse bits at the end of the movie). Anywho, here it is! Enjoy!

Wannabe - The Spice Girls

Russian Lit was not that hard.

Well, she took that back, it was.

At least, the first time.

She still could have passed though, if she had wanted to.

She hadn't wanted to pass though, a fact that had absolutely nothing to do with one Beca Mitchell deciding to stay at Barden. At least that's what she told Aubrey. As far as her former co-captain knew, (or anyone else for that matter); she had simply 'forgotten' about her research paper being due before they left for Nationals.

Regardless, Russian Lit was only moderately difficult the first time around; and each subsequent year it became easier and easier until this year, where it practically became Chloe's designated nap time. She was eternally grateful to whichever past department head had decided that Russian Lit should only be offered in the spring term; she couldn't imagine having to "fail" 6 times, that would be torture. As it was, fifty minutes of listening to her classmates discuss the works of Tolstoy, Ostrovsky, and Bunin was enough to make her jittery and munchy.

So as soon as she tossed her book bag on her bed, she made her way to the Bella's kitchen, only to stop in the doorway. There, skidding across the kitchen floor- in a pair of ridiculous fuzzy socks that Amy had gotten her as gag gift last Christmas - was Beca. The sight itself was enough to be quite entertaining, but paired with the flour that was smeared across her face it was just about as adorable as it could get. She was just about to walk in and make a comment about the happy mood that Beca was apparently in when the younger girl started singing.

Yo, I'll tell you what I want, what I really, really want

So tell me what you want, what you really, really want

I'll tell you what I want, what I really, really want

So tell me what you want, what you really, really want

I wanna, (ha) I wanna, (ha) I wanna, (ha) I wanna, (ha)

I wanna really, really, really wanna zigazig ah

Chloe's jaw dropped in surprise, but then Beca was turning and she was diving back out into the hall to avoid being caught staring. She held herself to silent laughter, grinning as she listened to the younger girl belt out Spice Girl lyrics.

Cynthia Rose rounded the corner, headed for the kitchen but Chloe stopped her with a hand on her arm, yanking the other girl off to the side.

"What the hell?"

Chloe merely held a finger to her lips, indicating for the other girl to be quiet.

If you want my future, forget my past

If you wanna get with me, better make it fast

Now don't go wasting my precious time

Get your act together we could be just fine

They shared a quiet chuckle at the DJ's antics before Chloe posed a whispered question.

"Have you talked to Beca lately? Like really talked? She's seemed happier than usual these past few weeks."

"I haven't noticed anything."

The response was quick, but the other girls eyes flitted quickly to the side.

Chloe had spent enough Bella's sleepovers playing penny poker to know Cynthia's tell.

"Really?"

"I mean ya' know, the girls don't call her the tiny terror for nothing; it doesn't take a lot to get happier than Beca's usual."

"Yeah, I guess." She huffed. "I'm sure Jesse has something to do with it."

Dark eyes narrowed in her direction.

"I don't think so."

"Huh? Why not?"

"You don't know?"

She shook her head.

"Beca and composer boy broke up over a month ago, she didn't tell you?"

"What?! No!"

"Oh, uhh well you didn't hear it from me then."

"Wait, why wouldn't she tell me?"

"I dunno."

The look in her eyes said she most definitely DID know, she just wasn't telling Chloe.

"Why is she so happy if she just broke up with her boyfriend of almost three years?"

Cynthia Rose was beginning to look even more nervous.

"I dunno."

"Why are you not telling me the truth?"

"Look, Cap's got her reasons I guess, but it's some weird white girl bullshit if you ask me."

"Don't worry, I won't ask you to betray her trust."

Dark eyebrows raised before Cynthia sighed, her nervous look fading into one of sympathy.

"Look, Red, if it makes you feel better - it's nothing bad, I can tell you that much."

Chloe smiled.

"Thanks."

"No problem, I'm gonna go work on some homework; you have fun with your free show." She winked at Chloe before disappearing back into the living room.

Chloe stepped back into the doorway, unable to hide her grin at Beca's dance moves. She felt the heat working up to her face as she watched all of the ass shaking that was going on.

Slam your body down and wind it all around.

Slam your body down and wind it all -

Beca turned suddenly, stopping dead in her tracks when she noticed Chloe watching her. The embarrassment on her face quickly turned into a smirk.

"See something you like?"

"What?" She scoffed. "No! I was not-" Her eyes involuntarily coasted down the tank top and short shorts that the DJ was wearing. "- checking you out, I - what are you doing?" She tossed out a desperate shot at a change in subject.

Beca's smirk grew but she mercifully answered the question.

"Baking."

Chloe rolled her eyes. "I see that, why?"

"I dunno, felt like it."

"You seem . . .happy lately, any reason?"

"Can't i just be happy?"

"No, I mean it's great, I was just wondering if there was any particular reason."

She reached for one of the cookies that were set out to cool, only to have her hand smacked away.

"Hey! Those are for movie night!"

"You don't even like movie night!"

"No, but I like cookies."

"Fine, I'll wait, but only if you tell me why you've been so perky lately."

Beca hesitated, her mouth working as she visibly mulled over what to say. She turned around, arms bracing on the sink, and Chloe watched the muscles in her shoulders twitch.

She couldn't help but hope that Beca's happiness had something to do with her. After four years of waiting, she was beginning to give up hope, but the new info about Jesse gave her crush renewed life.

Chloe was so caught up in her musing that she didn't see Beca's hand as it snuck out to dip in the batter bowl. The DJ spun quickly, swiping her batter covered finger across Chloe's cheek.

"You bitch!"

"Come at me, bro!" Beca taunted, grabbing the bowl and backing around the kitchen island.

"Oh, oh! You're gonna wish you hadn't just said that!"

She snatched up the kitchen towel and rolled it up, snapping it in Beca's direction.

Their laughs soon filled the kitchen, and Chloe let the topic drop, filing it away for future investigation.