A/N: Hello good friends! I have had this one scene in my head for a while but I realized the scene I had in mind couldn't just be written as a one shot, so, here is a new fic for you all. I really hope you enjoy this first chapter and just FYI I was tired as shit and half falling asleep so I'm sorry if some of this doesn't make sense or is inaccurate. Anyway, please review and let me know if I should continue or not. I probably will continue it anyway because the scene I have in my head will be a little further on in the fic. It is a sexy little scene that I have in my head, just in case you wanted some encouragement. Enjoy guys.

"Oh! Sorry."

Who is she? What is her name? That small brunette, who apparently is in a huge hurry. I don't have time to wonder long before I'm called to the stage for rehearsal. I struggle through the rehearsal, although, because it's technically our first full run through a lot of people are making mistakes here and there. I'm usually flawless when it comes to run throughs, but today I'm distracted by that strange girl, who didn't look like she belonged in a theatre at all. She had this Alt, punk look about her and honestly, it was a huge turn on. She wasn't part of the cast, I knew that, maybe the backstage crew? But what would she do? Not costumes and definitely not makeup. Maybe set? Possibly music? We haven't gotten to working with the band yet, so it was a big possibility.

I shuffle through my memories to see if I have seen her at school at all and I come up short. Shouldn't I have noticed if she was a senior? This is, after all the senior musical and it's tradition that only seniors participate. This year we are doing Rocky Horror and I am so excited for that because I've always loved it and finally, after years of practicing in the mirror, my time has come to play Janet. Her character has always drawn me in and Oh god, young Susan Sarandon...no wonder I'm gay. Now, I know what your next question will be. 'Is it hard to stage kiss men when you're gay?' Honestly, no. It's rather easier to stage kiss a man, because if there is no emotional or physical attraction then it's easier to stay in the moment and not forget your place on stage, that being said, it is sort of difficult in the way that I hate kissing men in general. I hate the stubble and the feel of their lips, so it's difficult to not let that show on stage, but, I think I've managed pretty well over the years.

Just as we get to the 'Time Warp' number, which is huge, the biggest number in the show, something catches my eye in the wings. I turn my head to look stage left and there she is. That brunette. She is working with us, but I can't seem to place what she's doing. One second she's tuning a guitar and the next she's walking over to the director and whispering in his ear. Just after she does, the director stops us and pulls 'Rif Raf', aka, my good friend Benji off stage before she takes his place. The director starts us again and suddenly this amazing voice breaks from the small woman. A voice unlike any other I've ever heard in my life, like a siren call. She runs through the number as Rif Raf, his vocals and choreography. I watch her with rapt attention, while also trying to remember what I'm supposed to be doing.

Once we finish the number she comes off stage and Benji takes his place back and we run through it again, I didn't notice that the brunette had actually altered some of the choreo. What was she doing? Who was she? I didn't have to wait to find out much longer because after we ran through 'Time Warp' again the director stopped us and introduced the mystery woman.

"As some of you know we were waiting for a transfer student to arrive from New York. This is Beca Mitchell and she is said transfer student. She goes to Julliard and studies music composition, choreography and dance and instrumental. Make her feel welcome as she is your assistant choreographer and vocal coach."

Whoa, she's...well...whoa. She does it all. The director calls the rehearsal and I find myself rushing over to talk to the small brunette.

"Uh, hi." I say smiling brightly at her.

She looks up at me and bites her lip for a moment. "Hey, I'm sorry I ran into you earlier."

"Yeah, it's totes fine, don't even worry about it. I'm pretty clumsy too..." Stop rambling Beale, she's looking at you like you're an idiot, or mentally deranged.

"Did you just say totes?" She smirks and I'm floored. My God she's gorgeous and evidently very talented.

"Uh, yeah. Anyway, why are you here if you're studying at Julliard? I mean that's quite an achievement for someone as young as you."

"How old do you think I am Red?" Oh no, don't call me Red, ugh my knees are weak.

"I don't know maybe like 17, you look too young to be 23 and in a senior's class."

"Wrong on both accounts. I'm 19." She smirks again and I am dead. R.I.P. me.

"How is that possible?"

"Well, I got early admition to Julliard and I'm a freshman there. The offer for Barden came up and I jumped at the chance. With this production I'll be able to skip up to my junior year before this year is even over."

"Whoa you're amazing." She chuckles deeply and I feel my cheeks heat. Oh god, I said that out loud.

"Thanks Red. Hey if you're not busy later maybe we could grab coffee and you could show me around campus?"

I nod before my mouth can even form words. "Yeah, sure I can do that. Which dorm are you in?"

"Baker Hall."

"Yep, cool. Well I'm in an apartment just off campus so why don't you come by around 4 ish? The campus is more beautiful late afternoon."

She smiles warmly and I see her eyes flit down nervously. "I bet it look beautiful whenever you're walking around."

I smile and duck my head to hide my blush. Oh my God, Chloe pull yourself together. I've never had a problem talking to women and such, but there was something about this woman, this tiny, talented brunette that made me nervous to even breathe.

"Chloe chill out, I've never seen you this nervous for a date." My best friend, Aubrey Posen, we've been friends since we could walk, sighs as I pace in front of my closet, occasionally throwing out clothes while I figure out what to wear.

For the record, I'm not nervous. Chloe Beale does not get nervous, sweaty palms, unsettling feeling in my stomach...occasionally but never nervous.

"I just want tonight to be perfect. I really like her Bree." I sigh.

"You've had one conversation with her Chlo, besides you just need to be yourself and it'll be fine."

"Be myself? Aubrey, I'm an actress, I don't know how to be myself." I say dryly as she folds her arms and looks at me.

"Oh, please. You're Chloe, 'I fart rainbows and burp sunshine' Beale and everyone that meets you falls in love with you. I'm amazed she hasn't shown up here with flowers and an engagement ring yet." She rolls her eyes as I continue rifling through my closet, eventually settling on light blue skinny jeans and a white blouse.

Looking in the mirror I study every inch of myself, much like I would before going onstage. I really want tonight to be perfect. Although it was never stated that this was a date, I had a feeling we both knew that it was, or at the very least, going to end up as one.

I bite my lip to hold in the teenager like squeal that wanted to escape as I hear a knock on the door of the apartment Aubrey and I share just off campus. Aubrey grips my shoulders and coaches me through breathing before she disappears to answer it. I can hear them in the living room small talking. I turn back to the mirror and take several deep breaths as Aubrey pokes her head back in.

"After your date, we are going to have a serious talk." She says sternly, narrowing her eyes at me before heading back out again.

"Okay Chloe, you can do this. She's just a woman, it'll be fine." I talk to myself in the mirror, flattening out my blouse and heading into the living room.