YOU MAKE ME BULLETPROOF

So, I've been having this idea of a fanfic, it was initially sendrick, but I have changed it to bechloe in the last minute because I felt that maybe if I did it sendrick people could take it wrong, or FF could delete it. First, I'd like to say that I've written many, many fanficts in my life, most of them aren't in FF, some of them have had a lot of succeed, others not as much. However, I'm Spanish and I have never tried to write a fic in English, I've written essays, small stories, thoughts, even my journals are 80% written in English, but I was a little bit scared of writing an actual fic entirely in English, so if I have any mistakes or there are things that you think that I could have said differently or beautifier, then please let me know with all the kindness of your heart. It's also my first Pitch Perfect fic.

About this story, it contains huge amounts of drama and tragedy (just because I love it), so if you feel like this could affect you in any negative way, or if anything I write touches you close, please, stop reading, take a break, and calm down. In this story, Beca and Chloe are both single and out of college, and Jesse is in a very lovely and serious relationship with Aubrey, when Beca confronts a big tragedy that will make her be closer and closer to Chloe, until love comes out in the biggest of ways. It's going to be slow, they aren't going to be kissing right away, I want it to be as realistic as possible, but in the meantime you can enjoy their beautiful friendship and that amazing way they have of being with each other.

Finally, I do not own Pitch Perfect, nor its characters, background, story or anything really, I do not have any right over them, and I will not be paid or anything because of this fic.

Chapter 1: Obsession.

The Barden Bellas had graduated now three years ago, and each had taken their own ways. Beca had lost contact with most of them, nevertheless, she still had a very close friendship with Chloe, Aubrey and Jesse, and talked with them a lot thanks to Skype, and she was still in contact with most of the other Bellas through social networks, and usually talked to Fat Amy, Cynthia-Rose, Emily or Stacie, mostly. Through Jesse, she was also a bit in contact with Benji. Beca and Jesse had broken up seven months after Barden, when she had gone with him to Los Angeles and they were both struggling to find succeed in their respective careers, and they had realised that the sparkle was gone and that they were better off has best friends. Around that time, Chloe was doing practices for music teacher in Barden High School, and Aubrey had started to open several retreat camps all around America, but she was now directing her empire from a skyscraper in New York City as chief and founder of the "Posen Retreat Camps" company, but the three girls and some of the other Bellas had some unmovable dates every year when they would go on a trip to a very nice hotel in some very nice place for a week to catch up, and things like that. Ten months after the break up, Jesse had received an offer to make the scores of a great film in New York City, so he had moved in with Aubrey, with whom by that time he had a great friendship, and a couple months later, they where dating. They were now one of the most romantic couples ever, and meanwhile, Chloe who today is a music teacher in Barden High School and also leads their choir towards several championships, has been dating some guys -and after recognizing that she was somehow bisexual, girls too-, but nothing really serious, and right now, at twenty seven years old, she was single. As for Beca, after Jesse, got in some troubling relationships and one-night stands, and right now she was dating a producer that anybody liked, because they thought he was a liar, who was playing with Beca, and that he had some bad intentions hidden. Also, Beca was now a very successful DJ, who worked in a big building in LA and everything, and even went to the same parties David Guetta went to.

Fall had just started, and Beca was disc jockeying with some new equipment she desperately wanted to prove, when she made a small pause to eat a sandwich in the cafeteria a couple floors down, and while she ate her sandwich a drank coffee, comfortably sitting in a chair, she proceeded to vaguely respond some tweets with her phone to as many fans as she could. Usually, she would've been thrilled to spend some time answering them, and would take that as a very important mission because she loved her fans, but today, she was only doing it to pass the time while she waited to be called by her secretary to go back to the studio when a client she was expecting came. That was why she wasn't paying as much attention as always to Twitter, just overseeing the tweets tagged with Beca Mitchell or DJBM, when she suddenly realized that there was this one person who tweeted her almost constantly, and yes, many people tweeted her often enough for her to be familiar with their names, but this one went on and on, tweeting almost every hour everyday, and commenting each of her tweets. The person was called "djbecs", and when, curious about this person after seeing that most of the tweets it sent her were very much things like "i luv u Becs", "when ar u comin home" "look this app, our kids will be amazing", she went to see this person profile, she saw that all it tweets were about her. Discs, albums, and every single work Beca had ever done was there, even photos of her daily life, and everything. Beca hadn't still gotten used to the kind of obsessed fans and she thought she would never do, so, trying not to think about it because it was really creepy and it gave her chills, she let it pass as "another obsessed fan" and send Jesse a quick text joking about it like usual, before she realized her secretary had left her a few messages, and then she went back to work.

Several hours later, she was in her apartment, sitting in the sofa with a cup of wine watching some of her favourite music TV shows while texting Jesse, with whom she was still joking about her latest stalker, and Chloe, who was asking her for an opinion with the music selection she had made for the Christmas competition the choir she directed had this year. In the meantime, Roger, her boyfriend who had moved in with her a couple months ago after dating for three months, was taking a shower after coming right before diner complaining about some jackass client he had. They had already had diner, and a couple minutes after Beca heard the shower turn off, Roger appeared dressed in his pyjamas, with a grin on his face, and sat beside her, putting his arm behind her, over the back of the couch. Beca stopped watching TV and moved her eyes towards his, composing a small smile when she saw his face.

"What?" she asked curious "you're creeping me out with that face."

"Nothing, just watching my beautiful girlfriend all concentrated with that cute frown and everything... sorry, what's exactly so wrong about my face?"

"It's just that grin... like if you were going to do something sneaky... and I don't have anything cute!" she groaned with an small laugh.

"What are you talking about? You are the cutest, with all those ear monstrosities and everything" he said laughing, quoting Aubrey. He had met Aubrey, Jesse and Chloe, together with a few Bellas and their partners about three months ago, at the last trip they had organized. One week at Cabo and the same people that at first though that he was "cute" and "attentive", ended up telling her how they had a bad feeling about him.

"Whatever, you haven't said anything about those sneaky plans of yours, I'm waiting!" she replied playfully.

"Well, I don't know what you're talking about. I don't have any sneaky plans."

"Yeah... whatever, I'm tired, let's go to sleep."

With a tiny smile on her face, Beca sat up and took his hand leading him towards the bedroom.

It was late at night when Roger woke her up, tiredly, squeezing her upper arm a little until she moved, but he didn't even opened her eyes.

"Becs... your phone won't shut the fuck up" said Roger with a grumpy voice, and Beca barely moved a little bit, awakening slowly, hearing an insistent beep that was her default call phone, which indicated that was an unknown number, because being who she was, she had a personalized one for each person that called in a daily basis. Slowly, she finally opened her eyes and reached a hand towards her phone to cancel the call. Back in silence, she proceeded to curl herself against Roger to sleep again, but just when she had turned to his side of the bed, the phone rang again with the same sound. "Who calls in the middle of the night?" said Roger finally sitting in bed bothered by the sound "if you need to take it, which it seems you clearly have to do, then go to the living room. I've got an important meeting in the morning." He looked angry, so Beca sat up, took her phone, and feeling about to die for the lack of sleep and very angry at the same time, put the phone against one of her ears.

"Who the hell do you think you are?" said whispered coldly and angry. But all the answer was a laugh and then, whoever it was, hanged up. She let go an annoyed sigh and went back to the bedroom "I don't know how stupid freaks find my number, but I'm gonna have a serious conversation with Angie in the morning" she said talking about her secretary entering the bedroom.

"Whatever" came the muffled response from under one pillow. By all answers, Beca just looked at him exasperated, and went back to sleep.

When she woke up in the morning, Roger had already left and it was past ten in the morning, Saturday. Sometimes she went to the studio or the office on Saturdays, and she was planing to do so, but now she was so tired that she wasn't so sure, she really didn't handle well being awaken in the middle of her sleep, but had mostly forgotten last night's incident. While she had her coffee be rewarmed, she decided to put her phone on speaker and call Aubrey, as she was starting to rethink about last night with a more awaken mind.

"I'm working Becs" said Aubrey through the phone using a singing voice, playfully despite being at work on a Saturday morning "Is it important?".

"I supposed you would be" replied Beca and let go a sigh "Yeah... yeah, I think it is. Or at least it what my attempt of adult mind tells me."

Aubrey seemed to straight up in her chair and when she spoke, she sounded dead serious. For serious staff, Beca usually called Jesse or Chloe, Aubrey was only for things that worried Beca to the point when she didn't feel like worrying the other two.

"Talk to me then, Beca."

"It's probably nothing, but last night something very weird happened... neither Roger or I were very thrilled about it. You know how private I'm with my staff, even more with my personal mobile phone number, but somehow someone managed to get it, and called me in the middle of the night last night. I have no idea who it was, the number was secret, but I don't go around giving my number away easily. I've still got to go to the office and talk to Angela" she poured some coffee into a mug and gave it a long sip while Aubrey sighed thoughtfully.

"Didn't you take the call?"

"I wasn't going to, but whoever it was, called twice, and the second time, Roger was exasperating me to take it. So I did. And guess what? A laugh. That was the whole answer before he, she or whoever, hung up."

"What? That is certainly weird... you sure nobody could have access to your number?"

"Yes, positive. Only my closest friends have it, and you know better than to give it away, apart from that, only Roger, my family and the guys at work, and all of them know that under any concept should gave my number to anyone. My clients have to call to the office or to Angela."

"Well, I know there are ways to get a phone number, but it's very obsessive, it isn't easy work. I can talk to Jess, he has a friend who knows a lot about those things, here in New York."

"Okey, thank you, but please, try not to worry him, and no words to Chloe. They worry too much and too easily."

"Yeah, right. I gotta get back to work, but I'll talk to you tonight or tomorrow, if that's all right."

"Sure, and I should get to the office too... talk to you later, enjoy the work!" they hung up, and Beca finished breakfast and got ready.

An hour and a half later, she was pacing in front of her secretary, Angela's desk, rambling about how she should never, ever give her number to anyone, and about how many problems not being careful with that could give her.

"Beca, I assure you, your number is right here, in my work numbers personal agenda, that has not left my purse except to go to my pocket, and I carry this agenda with me always, never left it alone anywhere, except when I'm in home, and then it stays in my purse, inside of a drawer in my home office" it has taken months, but after insisting a lot, Beca had gotten Angela to call her by her nickname "I know how important it is to people's safety and privacy to keep this numbers in a safe place out of any stranger's hands. My purse even has a small pocket inside where I put the agenda, trust me."

"Okay, okay..." Beca let her hands ramble over her hair, pulling it back and out of her face. She liked her secretary, who never asked stupid questions, or invaded her privacy, and was efficient as anybody, and one of the kindest and most trustful persons she knew "can't it be... maybe someone in your place took it while you where having a shower or something?"

"I don't think so... my wife knows not to look for staff in my purse, and she respects my privacy and knows specifically to keep her hands off of that specific agenda, and she would never do that. Apart from her... there's only the children, but they have been taught to never get into the office without me or Amy" Amanda, Amy for short, was her wife. They had gotten married almost two years ago, when Beca had first gotten into her current office, and had just hired Angela, who very kindly, invited her to her beautiful wedding. She had a two year old from a previous relationship with a man, who had left her pregnant, and she also had a ten months old through artificial insemination, that Amy had carried and given birth to. "Besides Beca, I haven't noticed anything irregular with it... I haven't noticed any broken pages or anything strange".

"Well, something strange it's happening. Between the weird stalkers and this..." Beca let go a sight "Anyway, I'm going to just forget everything about it, okay? I'm going to sat and do some mixes".

With that, Beca left to go to her office, adjacent to Angela's. Beca had been working as an independent DJ since she got to LA. As in Barden, she went to a music producers company as an intern and starting giving ideas away. A year later or so, her boss produced one of her mixes, that made her famous. Then he gave her free use of one of the studios in the company, and let her produce some of his clients music, and them gave great reviews in response. Then, Beca was offered the possibility to create her own music production company, and she got some floors in the building where she currently worked. Ever since, she keeps dis jockeying at some discos and parties wherever she gets a call, she produces music as the director of her own company, one like Residual Heat, and she also collaborates with other musicians, or has them collaborate with her. In her three floors, there was some offices and music studios, meeting rooms, cafeteria, and other staff, and she worked with a lot of interns and other experienced musicians who also produced music for her company. Even if Beca spent a lot of time in her favourite studio with other musicians creating music, or perfecting her own mixes, she still loved to just sit at her office, not in her desk but in her couch, with the amazing views of LA right in front of her, and the same laptop she had back in Barden in her lap, and just create mixes or listen to others that were already done, some of them as old as her Bella performances, and just close her eyes and enjoy the life. She had done everything in her power to make her office look not like an office really, but very hers. There were plants, and posters, and plaques from the Bellas championships and other prizes she had won, there were big windows, a big couch, a coffee table, her desk, where she only sat for paperwork or to seem an adult to her clients, and a lot of random staff like a broken gramophone, a typewriter, an ukulele and things like that.

She let out an exasperated sigh while she let herself fall down on her couch and opened her phone to stalk Chloe's twitter a bit because, let's be real, the girl had amazing pictures of her projects with the kids, even the littlest ones because she also helped with activities in the Barden Primary School. Then she saw it.

djbecs djbmitchell has an amazing voice when she's mad... I can almost imagine her naked under her bed sheets...

Hope you liked it! please let me know with reviews, favourites, PM, or whatever you like. And note, FF wouldn't let me put the at sign, so... any ideas about how to write it in a way you guys understand it?