IMPORTANT- I had to do a recast. I wasn't happy with where the story was going and I realize because I didn't like the characters. I rewrote some parts. I apologize for this change, but it had to be done for the story to continue. Now the recast was done with Aubrey. I didn't like her being Chloe's sister, and I didn't like the Jaubrey interaction.

Luke is now Chloe's brother. Aubrey is now Chloe's boss. I apologize if the change is difficult for you all to read, but please give it a chance. It's so much better.

A/N- Hello again. Recently I watched 27 dresses and I couldn't help but think of the main actors as a BeChloe story. So, I have decided to rewrite 27 dresses BeChloe Style. In this story I have to move some of the characters around, therefore some characters might seem OOC because I try to stick to the script as much as possible. I apologize for any errors. Thoughts are in italics.

I do not own Pitch Perfect, or 27 Dresses.

Please enjoy.

Ch. 1

Chloe Beale loves weddings. One couldn't say she is just a fan of a wedding ceremony. She is actually IN LOVE with weddings. Everything from creating a guest list to going shopping for a wedding dress, Chloe Beale was there. Which takes her to the 26th wedding of her adult life, Chloe Beale is absolutely ecstatic. She looks stunning. She is standing in front of the mirror checking herself out in a white lace dress that flows delicately down her curves, and hugs her figure perfectly. Not too tight, and not too loose. Flowers adorn the top of the strapless dress which pushes up her boobs and give her a wonderful cleavage. Her collar bones stood out looking prominent and gorgeous. The tail of the dress hits the floor but it doesn't flare. The back side is tight around her waist and it magnifies her butt. Whoever the bastard was, they were a lucky one. That wedding dress is giving her an angelic glow, and everyone around her can see it.

"You look just spectacular," the shop manager says.

"Thank you!" Chloe answers excitedly. In that moment her phone rings, taking her out of cloud nine that she was in. Oh. "Hello? Chloe speaking." She listens. "I've got the dress and it looks wonderful! Good thing we are both the same size. It's your day so don't worry about a thing, I'm on my way out."

Wedding #26 is a go.

Chloe leaves the shop dressed in an ugly grass green bridesmaid dress. It's a long evening gown that runs straight down. It's plain and not flattering whatsoever. It does not favor anyone, much like a useless pillow. Who willingly designs a green dress with a big white-collar piece? It's one of the worst bridesmaids dresses ever made, and yet this does not faze the ever-so-cheerful Chloe. Her best friend Stacie next to her though, is very much displeased.

"C'mon Chlo, you have to admit this dress is the worst one yet? I don't even know why I'm a bridesmaid. She's your friend not mine," Stacie complains.

"Oh shush. Let's go we are running behind." Chloe runs across the street with her best friend in tow. Chloe holds the wedding dress draped across her arms and Stacie is carrying both of their bouquets. They finally make it to the chapel.

"I'm gonna go help the bride now. Stacie, please behave and keep it in your pants until after the reception."

"I go wherever the handsome groomsmen go. It's essentially the only reason why I ever come to these things," Stacie retorted.

"Of course. Make good choices," Chloe offered. It was receive with an eye-roll and a groan.

Even as a bridesmaid Chloe is just as happy as if it were her own wedding. Weddings are Chloe's thing. She absolutely loved them.

Finally everyone makes it to Jessica's wedding. The dress Chloe had just a couple of hours prior was now dressing the bride, and it was indeed gorgeous. Everyone was set for the group picture… that is everyone but Stacie.

"Everyone smile! Excuse me, to the right!" yelled the photographer to see if he could get Stacie's attention. Chloe elbowed her, which essentially just managed to make Stacie look at the camera instead of the ceiling.

After a good amount of pictures were taken everyone scatters around to the rightful place in the chapel. The bride makes center stage, while Chloe and Stacie stand in the sidelines as bridesmaids. The wedding officiant starts: "We are gathered here today…"

Chloe looks a little stressed and hurried as a matter of fact, very unusual of Chloe. She glances to her watch and starts tapping her foot. A brunette sitting in the audience notices this. Without Chloe noticing the glances, she looks back up at the bride and smiles.

Once the ceremony is done, the guests and the newlyweds make their way to the reception, everyone but Chloe. Chloe runs out with two bags in hand and flags down a taxi. God bless, the first taxi she sees is the one that stops.

"Thanks," she says as she gets in. She gives the driver the address to Brooklyn, which is literally on the opposite side of town. "Here's the deal," she continues with that sweet tone of hers, "I will give you $300 flat for the whole night with one condition, you don't look back through the rearview mirror or I'll deduct, deal?"

"Yeah," the driver says. He would be dumb not to take that deal.

So Chloe immediately starts stripping. The driver glances back and looks very confused, and he looks back at the exact moment Chloe is topless.

"What are you doing?"

"Hey! You just cost yourself 20 bucks"

The driver looks forward defeated. "Okay, no one is looking," he concludes.

Chloe all dressed in different attire, orange and pink sari. She jumps out of the car, "I'll be right back!" She hustles inside the building. Everyone is dressed in traditional attire for a Middle Eastern wedding.

The bride, Patricia, is ecstatic to see Chloe. "Ah! You look great," Patricia said.

"Thank you! Now let's do this thing." Wedding #27 is in progress.

Chloe is now standing next to the bride as they start officiating the wedding. Chloe is the maid of honor for two different weddings that night. She looks back at her watch, while holding the bride's bouquet. She sighs in exasperation, yet Chloe still looks up at the bride and smiles.

As soon as the ceremony is done, Chloe runs out of the building, "What are you doing? Get in the car! Go, go, go," she yells at the taxi driver. As they go back to Manhattan, Chloe goes through the motion again of stripping, and changing into her other bridesmaids gown. Again the driver checks back at a topless Chloe, "Hey! Hey! You are down to $260, are you sure you wanna keep this up?" She questions rhetorically.

"Nooo!" He answers childishly.

Chloe now finds herself in a gigantic reception hall. At least 200 people all dressed up to celebrate Jessica's wedding.

"Okay which one do you want, the brunet or the blond? I kinda want the blond not gonna lie," Stacie asks while she's checking out a group of groomsmen. Truth be told, they are not bad looking.

"Seriously, can't you keep your legs closed for one wedding?"

"Are you kidding? The only reason to wear this hideous monster is so that a drunken groomsman can rip it to shreds with his teeth," Stacie says in all honesty while fixing her boobs in that hideous green dress. Chloe looks slightly panicked at the idea. But she has no time to stay and chit chat so she runs back out again, where she left the taxi.

On the way out, the same brunette from the ceremony at the chapel is outside catting on her cellphone. She stares at Chloe as she makes her run to the taxi. The mysterious brunette never lets Chloe out of her sight, not even as the bridesmaid strips to nothing but a thong, which is quite amusing to the brunette.

Chloe now dressed back in her orange and pink sari, dances with the rest of Patricia's reception party. They start the night with "YMCA" by The Village People. Coincidentally as she makes her way back to Manhattan, she also joins Jessica's guests who are in the middle of dancing to "YMCA". Well that song is a classic, Chloe thinks. Every wedding reception plays every possible line dance there is out there. How is it possible that the redhead is surviving the entire night without a break? Chloe starts to get her attires wrong from transition to transition. Thankfully the taxi driver starts helping her change from dress to dress. After several trips, the music dies down for a bit. It is time for some toasts, this time around it isn't Chloe giving the toast but the brides.

In Manhattan, Jessica starts, "And now I would like to take a moment to thank one very special person, without her all of this wouldn't be possible. She was not only my maid of honor but this girl went above and beyond. The girl who,

Back in Brooklyn, Patricia continues her speech, "…not only hosted my shower and help me design my invitations…"

Jessica, "…she went with me to the caterer, the florist, the wedding cake bakery…"

Patricia, "and to 8 bridal stores, where she helped me clean my self-esteem…

Jessica, "as I tried dress after dress,"

Both parties laughed at that bit.

Patricia, "Sooo, thank you Chloe!"

Jessica, "Thank you Chloe!"

In both receptions, guests and family cheered for Chloe. And well Chloe accepted everything with a big-watt smile.

At the reception in Manhattan, Jessica was getting ready to toss the flower bouquet at the single women. Chloe seemed unsure of herself, truthfully all Chloe wanted was a wedding for herself, so without any more hesitation she stayed among the women.

"Everyone ready?" Jessica asked right before she tossed the bouquet. As fate would have it, it looked like it was heading straight to Chloe's hand. As Chloe waited for the bouquet, crazy single women ran towards her and knocked her down. The last thing Chloe saw before passing out was the chance of her future.

The redheaded bridesmaid laid flat on the floor as people around her scattered to give her some air. The first thing Chloe made eye contact with was this gorgeous brunette. Her pristine crystal blue eyes were deep and mesmerizing. Her face masked with worry, and yet she still managed to look quite gorgeous. It took almost 5 more seconds for Chloe to grasp reality. Three guests made their way to Chloe to try to help her. She tried to stand up, but got dizzy immediately. The brunette girl grabbed the back of Chloe's head for support, to lay her back down.

"Whoa, whoa, easy there, deep breaths…" instructed the brunette. "Okay this is a serious injury. I need you to give me some ice; you give me a bottle of 100% proof liquor, and something she can bite. Stat," continued giving orders to the three bridesmaids who wanted to help Chloe.

"Alright," the woman said as she helped Chloe sit up. "She's fine folks, just a little bump in the head, carry on," announced to the rest of the party.

Chloe took deep breaths, still looking a little dazed. She grabs her head, "Are you a doctor?" she manages to ask.

"No but they looked like they were ready to help, and I need a drink. Can you remember your name?"

"Chloe…"

"Chloe? I'm Beca."

Chloe smiles, "thank you for helping me," she says as she stands up.

"Sure, no problem" Beca replies charmingly. "Need help there?"

"No I got it, I'm fine" And just as she's about to take a step, she slowly falls backwards. Beca is there instantly to hold onto her. "Whoa, there. Okay, why don't we get you a cab?"

Beca holds onto Chloe until they make it to the cab that she used all night. A couple of the bridesmaids help Chloe get her stuff from the reception hall as well as memorabilia from the wedding. Once she's all settled, Beca makes her way to the other side of the cab and gets in.

"I loved your thong by the way," Chloe looks questionably at Beca. "You flashed me earlier, I saw you changing gowns," Beca continues, "You were at two weddings in one night weren't you? That's a little too much don't you think?"

For some reason Chloe feels the need to reply to the offense, "Well they were both two very good friends of mine, and it just so happens that they scheduled their weddings on the same day. So what was I supposed to do?"

"But how can you even stand them, as if one wedding wasn't enough?"

"I love weddings!"

"Really which part: bridezilla, the bad music, or the horrible food?"

"Actually it's meeting upbeat people like yourself."

"Love is patient, love is kind," Beca recites, "love is slowly losing your mind."

"What is it that you do, again?" Chloe asks intrigued, ready to bite.

"Actually I'm a writer," Beca answers truthfully.

"Oh, right." Chloe answers, doubting Beca is telling the truth.

Beca laughs at the tone. The cab stops right in front of Chloe's apartment complex. She pays the cab driver for the night, with all the glances the driver managed to only make $140 for the night.

Beca, the ever-so-chivalrous lady, steps out grabbing some of Chloe's stuff to help her out. "Wait, she's coming back in again, don't leave." She tells the taxi driver.

"Don't you think it's putting too much on the line? I mean realistically they have about a 50/50 shot at making it," Beca continues the conversation.

"Ah, very refreshing, a writer who doesn't believe in marriage," Chloe retorts sarcastically.

Beca shrugs at the comment, "I'm just trying to point out the hypocrisy of the spectacle."

"Oh that's so noble of you. Do you also go around telling children the truth behind Santa Claus, because someone needs to really blow that shit wide open," Chloe is getting fed up with Beca's negativity.

"So you admit that believing in marriage is like believing in Santa?" smartass Beca, comes back.

"No, wh-, no," Chloe stutters. She can't deal with this anymore, "I don't know why I'm arguing this with a perfect stranger! Yes marriage, like everything good and important, isn't easy." Now she looks at Beca, "Cynicism on the other hand," she takes the flower arrangement from her, "always is. It was very interesting meeting you." She reaches for a handshake.

Beca shakes her hand, "Goodbye!" She says, quite cheerfully. "Are you gonna be at more weddings next weekend?" She yells with a smirk.

"I have to go," Chloe replies as she walks to her apartment building.

"How many have you been in, by the way? Just ballpark."

"Good night"

Beca smiles as she thinks back on that gorgeous redhead. It was quite entertaining to discuss with Ms. Chloe, she thinks. As Beca steps back inside the cab she spots a planner on the ground. She's about to ask the cab driver to head back to Chloe's apartment, but curiosity won over her. So she opens the planner to get a little sneak peek into Chloe's life. Turns out it's more than a sneak peek, it is Chloe's life perfectly, and very neatly, detailed. Every day scheduled. Beca learns a lot about Chloe that night.

A/N #2 Hope you guys enjoyed it. Chapter 2 is already halfway written. I'm planning on posting every week.

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