She wakes up at 7am sharp, the sound of her alarm clock buzzing in her ears, and as her eyes snap open a broad smile stretches across her face. It's her wedding day.

She sits up in bed, her ginger locks bouncing carelessly when she turns to see her best friends, Aubrey and Stacie bursting through her bedroom door. They pounce on her, tackling her back onto the mattress with squeals of delight. It's her wedding day and Chloe Beale has never been happier.

After a few hours of preparation, and an uneventful drive to the chapel, Chloe sits in the bridal chambers, holding tight to Aubrey's hand. Her fiancé, and very soon to be husband, Luke, is in his own room, pacing nervously with his groomsmen at his side.

The door bursts open and for a second he can only think the worst, that is until his eyes land on the formerly missing member of his party.

"Beca," he sighs, relieved. "Where the hell have you been? I thought you were going to miss my wedding!"

"Never," she replies, adjusting the tie on her tux.

She'd met Luke a couple months when they were hired to do a set together for a local club; he'd been one of two house DJ's and when the other had quit unexpectedly Beca was brought in as his replacement. They'd hit it off pretty quickly, Luke completely taken by Beca's talent, and he'd asked her to DJ his and Chloe's wedding reception. "Can't have bad music at my own wedding now can I," he'd said, and when Chloe wanted to add another bridesmaid to her party, he'd asked Beca to step up to keep things equal.

"I'm Beca, by the way." She shook hands with the rest of Luke's friends, greeting them each in kind. Donald and Benji she'd met before, but Luke's best friend and best man, Jesse, was a face she'd yet to put to a name.

"Name's Jesse," he offered, extending his hand to Beca with his brightest smile. "I can't wait to hear you spin."

"Thanks."

She dismissed him with a tight smile, and a raise of her eyebrows before, moving over to check on Luke. "You're gonna be fine," she mumbled, adjusting his tie.

Chloe stood at the back of the church, waiting just out of site as her bridal party made their way down the aisle. As her father stepped forward and took her arm Chloe let out a nervous breath, calming herself as she stepped forward, as immediately falling on Luke only 25 steps away.

They progressed slowly down the aisle and while she could feel everyone's eyes on her Chloe couldn't tear her eyes from her fiancé's. Until, that is, she saw Beca. Luke had mentioned that he'd get another groomsman to walk Cynthia Rose down the aisle but when he'd said he'd get Bec to do it she'd just assumed he'd meant a guy. As her eyes landed on the surprisingly tiny brunette, she was startled to realize she wasn't just looking at her but looking into her eyes. Chloe's eyes snapped back to Luke immediately, his smile erasing all other thoughts from her mind as her father gave her away and she stepped up to his side.

The reception was going well. Beca's music had everyone dancing, even the oldest of the group, some confined to wheelchairs, could be seen tapping their toes as she spun and mixed for her friend and his new wife.

"Does the DJ dance?"

Jesse sidled up to her, tux jacket gone and bowtie long since removed.

Beca rolled her eyes, "I'm working."

"Come on," Jesse pressed. "I'm sure you've got a playlist on that computer of yours, throw something on and take a five minute break."

Beca sighed, giving him the side eye as she pulled up a playlist, his sad puppy face quickly turning into a full-faced grin.

"Just let me take an actual break before you force me to dance," she said, stepping off her platform and heading for the refreshments.

"I'll be here," she heard Jesse call after her as she worked her way through the crowd.

She was mid-reach for the punchbowl when Luke's wife popped up out of nowhere, halting her progress.

"Hi," she said, blue eyes oddly nervous. "You don't want any of this, really."

"Uh, no," Beca replied. "I'm pretty sure I do."

She made to reach around Chloe but was stopped again, the redhead stepping back into her path shaking her head.

"Are you okay," she asked. "You're kind of freaking me out a little."

Chloe sighed, defeated, "My ring's in there. I was getting some punch and it just slipped off."

Both women turned, looking into the deep bowl of punch, the angle of the ladle making it clear they wouldn't be able to just scoop it out.

"This is so queerballs," Beca mumbled under her breath, rolling up the sleeve of her shirt. "Just, cover me or something."

Eyes wide, Chloe quickly stepped in front of Beca as the brunette's hand dove into the bowl of punch in search of her ring. Unfortunately for them Luke's friend Bumper chose that moment to suddenly become thirsty.

"Ladies," he practically yelled. "Look at you red, all married and grown up. Who's your friend?"

Beca turned and casually slipped Chloe's ring onto her finger behind her back before moving over to shake Bumper's hand. "Beca," she stated, completely unenthused. "The DJ."

Bumper withdrew his hand, a disgusted look on his face, and abruptly walked away.

"He's such a jerk." Chloe turned, catching Beca's arm before she could sneak away. "Thanks, by the way," She wiggled her ring finger at Beca. "For everything."

Beca nodded politely and made her way back to her platform, disappointed when she saw Jesse still waiting patiently for her.

"There she is," he grinned. "I believe we're up for a dance."

Before she could protest his arms were around her, pulling her close. She adjusted herself awkwardly, trying to put some space between them to no avail. Beca resigned herself to giving him this one dance, but all bets were off when the song suddenly switched from one of her mixes to "Don't you" by Simple Minds.

"What the hell," she yelled, shoving Jesse off her and running for her equipment. "Did you fuck with my shit?"

"I'm sorry, Beca," he pleaded. "Your mixes are good, really good, I just figured a classic might-"

"Just stop."

She took a quick look at the time, remembering the schedule she'd been asked to help follow and was relieved to see that she could cut the song off without any further embarrassment.

"Okay ladies and gents," she announced, a microphone now in her hand. Luke had given her a script of sorts to read from and she had to keep herself from cringing as she continued. "In lieu of traditional best man and maid of honor speeches, Aubrey and Jesse along with their fellow Aca-people," Beca had to fight to keep her eyes from rolling. "-Will be performing a medley of songs to celebrate the newly weds."

She handed the mic to Aubrey as she moved to the front of the room, flanked by the members of both wedding parties. As they started singing, Beca began packing up her equipment, her job now finished for the evening. She gave her station a quick once over before slipping out unnoticed, ready to fall into her bed and a deep relaxing slumber.