'sup, dudes! I've posted the first part of this so many times, I've lost count. BUT, here it is again, and this time it's sticking - as part as a buttload [maybe] of other fics! You can request a songs if you so wish, or just chuck a prompt my way. I can't promise I'll be quick, but I'll do the best I can! There are a couple I'm working on as I type this, so there might be a delay. Anyway, enjoy, you awesome nerds xx

[originally written in 2015 - with up to date edits]

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters, or the songs. Pitch Perfect is property of Universal Pictures.

Songs involved: Best Song Ever [One Direction], Shut Up and Dance With Me [Walk the Moon], Rise [Jonas Blue - TV Noise Ibiza remix], Dance With Me [CHIC ft. Hailee Steinfeld - favourite song at time of final edit]

The music was blaring through the speaker system and through the throng of drunken party-goers. Most were on the dancefloor, raving and getting drunk or baked [if they weren't already off their tits]. There must have been a few thousand people there, Beca thought to herself as she observed the pathetic excuses of dance moves from the far side of the club. She grimaced at the heavy set man twerking.

It wasn't her choice to be here, of course! No, she'd rather stay in her dorm and work on her mixes, or skive 'intro to philosophy' class. Hell, she'd rather watch a movie then go out clubbing – and everyone knows Beca Mitchell hates movies! It was all Jesse's fault anyway. He thought that Beca needed to 'let loose' and 'get laid'. She eventually gave in and agreed to go to the club Element. Her best friend told her to meet him there, but then they got in, approximately ten girls practically threw themselves at him, leaving Beca to stand there at the edge of the club, drinking her GnT.

"Get me outta here," Beca uttered as she brought the glass she was holding up to her lips, only to discover the alcohol was gone! She groaned in exasperation, rolled her eyes and sauntered back over to the bar.

"Another gin and tonic, please," Beca said, along with the woman beside her. She looked to her side and was met with startling blue eyes. Beca gaped, staring into her orbs.

"Are you okay?" the stranger asked after a while, raising her eyebrow a fraction. She had wavy, ginger locks that flowed past her shoulders and rested on her breasts. Her teeth were shimmering like pearls around her bubblegum coloured lips. Her jawline was – in Beca's eyes – perfection! "Hello?"

"Shit, sorry," Beca said, coming out of her daze. "Fuck, uh, hi." She mentally slapped herself for swearing in front of this beauty.

"Wow, you've got a dirty mouth, haven't you?" the woman commented jokily, smiling. That smile alone was enough to drive the petite brunette wild. It was like she just strolled by her heart and was like 'I'm taking this, see you later'. Right past the guards she went, as if it was already hers from the get-go. She debated asking if she could return it, but decided against it.

"Like you haven't sworn before," Beca said. Judging by the expression on the stranger's face, she knew she was right – everyone swears! "I'm Beca, by the way," she introduced as their drinks came.

After the woman informed that her name was Chloe Beale and insisting that she pay for the drinks, the two women talked and talked about anything and everything. Beca learned that Chloe was born in Oregon, she was twenty-five years old [two years above Beca] and her father worked as a dentist. During their conversation, Chloe would laugh at the most random points of a story. It was soon discovered that the two had a lot in common – from taste in music to the same highschool [Beca wondered how she never notice her in school before, what with that shocking red hair and beautiful smile]. Beca also noticed that Chloe was wearing a navy-blue backless dress and her feet were decorated with a beat up – but neat enough to still look stylish – Vans. They both consumed about twelve units of alcohol while they were talking. As the night went on, the lights diminished and the bass of the music got louder.

Just as Beca was about to get up and leave, the TV Noise Ibiza remix of Jonas Blue's Rise filled the club.

"I love this song!" Beca and Chloe proclaimed in unison, followed by a laugh, which was way louder than it should have been. By that moment, Beca knew that she liked Chloe a lot more than she expected to just from their first meeting.

"Come on," Chloe ordered, pulling Beca off of her stool by the arm and dragged her out to the centre of the dancefloor, music bursting their eardrums.

It took Beca a while to adjust to what was going on; her vision was hazy from all the alcohol in her system. Her gaze took her to the glass of vodka and coke she left at the bar.

"Don't you dare look back." Chloe forced Beca's head back to look at her. The quick movement made the brunette stumble due to the dizziness. "Just keep your eyes on me." That was no problem for Beca. How can anyone not look at her? With their eyes glued to one another, they danced. But not just danced – they raved!

After Rise had finished, they stayed out there, strobe lights almost blinding them and being bumped into by random people. From the corner of her eye, Beca saw her best friend getting grinded on by some random chick! He was enjoying it way too much, in Beca's opinion. Chloe must have followed her gaze, because before she could comprehend anything, Chloe was copying the moves by twerking her crotch.

At first, she didn't know how to react; she stood there with a terrified expression, thankful that Chloe couldn't see her face.

"You're holding back," Beca suddenly spoke, much to Chloe's amusement. She stopped her twerking, came nose-to-nose with Beca and let out a devilish grin.

"Holding back?" she questioned Beca, gazing into her deeper blue eyes. At that moment, Beca could have sworn she saw herself spending her life with this woman: a house in the suburbs, a dog, a few kids – the perfect life. "How's this for holding back?" Before Beca had time to react, Chloe cupped her face and pulled her in for a breathtaking kiss.

It was slow and passionate, that kiss. Chloe worked Beca's mouth like she'd never been kissed before. Although Beca Mitchell had never kissed a girl in her life, she must admit... she liked it. Before long, the unity was broken. Panting for air, Beca stared ahead at the redhead in front of her, unable to form coherent words.

"Uh..." was all she could manage.

"Shut up and dance with me!" Chloe exclaimed, grabbing her newly acquainted friend by the hands. And they did just that – they danced, singing along to every word of CHIC's Dance With Me and consuming huge amounts of alcohol.

Towards the end of the night, Beca slurred out, "can I take you home with me?" She held a hopeful expression, despite not being able to think straight [pun intended].

Chloe considered this for a few minutes. The only reason she came out was to get laid; she never expected another woman to steal her heart – even though she was totally out of it and would probably forget everything in the morning. She finally settled for, "never in your wildest dreams," and pulled Beca in for another heartfelt kiss.

This one held a thousand times more passion – and love – than the last. She swept Beca off of her feet – hypothetically. She swooned over her. She was begging for every inch of her slim, tanned body.

After a few more Sambuca shots, the two ladies decided to call it a night. Since neither were sober enough to drive, they thought a taxi home was the easier – and safer – option.

The night after that was a total blur for the both of them.

The next morning, after arriving home past 3am, Beca awoke from her slumber at 10am with the worst headache she'd experienced since her graduation. Her head was pounding and it felt as though her back has been brutally whipped and scratched.

"Fuck," Beca groaned as she rolled over onto her stomach. It was then that she spotted a naked woman lying beside her, facing her; she was awake. Her blue eyes bored into her own. Her fiery red hair cascaded down her perfectly sculpted jawline. Her smile was beautiful and content. Beca could stare at her for hours.

"G'morning," the woman said, startling Beca. Her voice was angelic and pure [well, as pure as it can get in this situation]. When Beca didn't say anything, the woman frowned. "Hello?" she said. Suddenly, all the memories from last night came flooding back.

She remembered arriving at a club and being ditched by her best friend. She remembered ordering the same drink at the bar as some stranger. She remembered that said stranger was remarkably beautiful. She remembered getting drunk and chatting with her. She remembered dancing and kissing her. She remembered, later that night, that she and the woman... "Oh my god!" Beca cried, creating an adorable squeak from the stranger in her bed, in which Beca almost swooned over. "We had... I mean, you and me... we-"

"Had sex?" the woman finished for Beca's startled stutters. "From what I remember, yeah."

"Oh my fuck, this can't be happening." Beca repeated that statement over and over as she paced her bedroom – still in the nude. The woman lounging on her bed, with a grin, was eyeing her body. "Don't look at me like that!" Beca shot.

"You're the one that came onto me!"

"I'm straight!"

"Yeah, me too." Beca just stared in bewilderment. "I bet you can't even remember my name." The stranger's voice was laced with a melancholic tone. Beca hummed her response. "Chloe Beale," the redhead stated. Beca traced her fingers along the scratches on her back.

"Beca Mitchell," she replied, frowning slightly. She suddenly felt bad for what she just said, but she couldn't bring herself to apologise verbally. All she could do was stutter like a highschooler in front of their crush.

During Beca's brief brain-fart, Chloe was dressing herself. She couldn't help but think she looked positively graceful doing the simple action.

"I don't expect you to apologise," Chloe cut through Beca's stamming words. "You were drunk – I understand." She looked Beca dead in the eye. "I just thought you'd remember me."

"Chloe, I-"

"Don't, Beca," the redhead interrupted, trying out her name on her sober lips. She smiled kindly, and left the bedroom, draping a huge coat over her body to hide last night's clothes.

Beca raced after her. "Wait," she called, just as Chloe's foot was out of the door. She refused to turn around, because she felt that, if she did, she could break down then and there. "Stay here." Chloe heard the small brunette's voice and banging and crashing coming from behind her, noting the odd curse word here and there.

Before long, it grew silent. Well, silent except from Beca's heavy breathing.

"Here." Chloe spun around to find Beca standing in front of her – clad in a blue-purple plaid shirt and skinny black jeans – holding out a note. The taller woman gazed at her in confusion, taking the piece of paper she was being offered. "Call me," Beca said. Then she added, with a light chuckle, "I promise to remember you this time."

Remember what I said - don't be afraid to request something [my writing is way better than this now, I promise]!

Catcha later and have a great day.
Dilly xx