Honey, I'm Good For You Chapter 1, a pitch perfect fanfic

A/N: So this occurs between the first and second chapters of my other fic "Tell the World That We Finally Got it All Right". It's completely stand alone, but you should read that fic anyway just because it's awesome. This is going to be a one-shot, maybe two depending on the response I get from you guys! And yes, I'm working on the next chapter for Tell the World but I couldn't get this idea out of my head and I didn't think it would work as a flashback.

Honey I'm Good- Andy Grammer

It was late Friday night, and Beca, AKA DJ B-Mitch, was spinning at the hottest club in LA. It wasn't her usual gig - these days she spent more time in the recording studio then she did at night clubs- but she still liked to go out and spin every now and then. Usually her fiancée Chloe was out in the crowd or sneaking up to the mixing deck, but today her music video shoot ran long and she wasn't able to make it. So that left Beca turning away at least a dozen drinks bought for her by groupie hopefuls.

She had finally gotten up the guts to propose to the redhead last week after two years of dating, and she wanted nothing more than to scream it from the rooftops. Chloe, however, had forbidden her from breathing a word about the engagement to anyone until they had a chance to announce it to the Bellas. So Beca was reduced to fending off the mass of horny girls without not only the redhead, but also the heft of the word 'fiancée'.

"Hey, sexy, brought you a drink." Beca jumped as one of her headphones was lifted up and a sultry voice whispered in her ear. A sultry voice that most definitely did not belong to Chloe.

"Dude!" She quickly pulled her headset down and turn to see a brunette girl standing beside her on the mixing platform. "No fans allowed up here."

"Mmm, I think I'm a little more than a fan. I see you finally ditched that ugly redheaded."

Beca's fists clenched at her sides.

"Insulting my fi-girlfriend is not the way to get on my good side, now get off before I have to call security."

These nights were always so much easier when Chloe was here; even before they were dating, she would scare off anyone who even dared to look at the tiny DJ. These days her strategy usually involve massive amounts of PDA, which hey, Beca wasn't going to complain.

The raven haired stalker stuck out her bottom lip in what Beca assumed was supposed to be a pout.

"Come on DJ B-Mitch, don't do that, I'll make it worth your while." At that she leaned in seductively, her cleavage entirely too close for Beca's comfort.

"Yeah, see I don't really roll that way, so if you could just step out, you can keep having a nice night with you're friends, otherwise I'm going to have to have you removed from the club."

A hand reached out to stroke the DJ's arm and she flinched away. Why couldn't people just take a hint?

"Ralphie!" She called out to the security gaurd at the bottom of the steps.

"Alright, alright, I'll go. But if you change your mind. . ." She trailed off before winking seductively and sashaying her way back into the crowd.

The DJ breathed a sigh of relief before replacing her headphones, thankful that the previous set had been long enough to cover up that little interruption. Grinning, she queued up the next song. She wasn't always that good at explaining things with words, but maybe she could get her point across with music. She flicked her microphone on.

"Alright, everybody! This one goes out to my favorite redhead who couldn't make it tonight. Love you, Chlo-bear!"

It's been a long night here, and a long night there

And these long long legs are damn near everywhere
(hold up now)
You look good, I will not lie
But if you ask where I'm staying tonight
I gotta be like oh, baby, no, baby, you got me all wrong, baby
My baby's already got all of my love

She let the headphones fall back around her neck and moved to check her text messages. Normally Beca tried to keep her phone put up while she was mixing, but in this case, she made an exception.

"Hope your shoot went ok, mixing stage is lonely without you :-("

Chloe's response was instantaneous.

"What, no adoring fans to keep you company? :-p"

"Too many. All these drinks gone to waste." She snapped a quick picture of the table behind where all the rejected drinks had gone.

So nah nah honey, I'm good
I could have another but I probably shouldn't
I got somebody at home,
And if I stay I might not leave alone
No, honey, I'm good
I could have another but I probably shouldn't
I gotta bid you adieu
To another I will stay true
(ooh ooh I will stay true)
(ooh ooh I will stay true)

There was no reply for a long minute and Beca worried that she had actually made the redhead jealous. Which wasn't all bad, jealous Chloe was extremely hot, not to mention that wherever jealous Chloe was; rough, possessive sex was not far behind. Still, she didn't want the redhead to worry unnecessarily; especially when she wasn't here to do anything about it.

Now better men, than me have failed

Drinking from that unholy grail
(Now check it out)
I got her, and she got me
And you've got that ass, but I kindly
Gotta be like oh, baby, no, baby, you got me all wrong, baby
My baby's already got all of my love

A light hand tapped on her shoulder, and she spun around, fully intending on bitching out whoever had managed to sneak past security this time. But instead she was met with a familiar face.

"Chlo! how did you get here? I thought you would be filming all night?!"

The redhead didn't answer, but instead stalked closer; glancing pointedly at the abandoned drinks before raising her eyebrows at the DJ.

"I told you they were all over me tonight-" Her words were cut short as the older girls lips claimed hers.

Beca stumbled backwards into the mixing station, arms moving to wrap around the other girl. Beca would never intentionally make Chloe jealous, but she couldn't deny the benefits. Jealous Chloe had groping hands and a demanding tongue, and damn if it didn't turn Beca on.

Oh, I'm sure ya, sure ya will make somebody's night

But, oh, I assure ya, assure ya, it sure as hell's not mine

Chloe's knee slipped between her legs, pressing against her center, and the DJ moaned, hands fisting in red curls.

So nah nah honey, I'm good

I could have another but I probably shouldn't
I got somebody at home,
And if I stay I might not leave alone
No, honey, I'm good
I could have another but I probably shouldn't
I gotta bid you adieu
To another I will stay true
(ooh ooh I will stay true)
(ooh ooh I will stay true)

Usually, their kisses were an even give and take; but when Chloe got like this, there was no battle for dominance. Chloe took what she wanted and Beca gladly gave it up to her. So hot, so so hot. Somewhere in the depths of her brain, the part that wasn't completely turned to mush at the feel of soft hands working up under her shirt, she remembered that the song was almost over. She moved her hands to frame the older girls face, gently detaching their lips; Chloe finally releasing her bottom lip with a pop.

So nah nah honey, I'm good

(ooh ooh I will stay true)

She queued up the next song, Chloe's hands around her waist, and chin on her shoulder. Out in the crowd she could see the brunette from earlier staring her way. This time though, she was positive there would no more slipping past security. Especially since her own personal Doberman had arrived.