"You Look Good In Pink" (Extremely Fluffy)

"Chloe?"

"Hm?"

Chloe looks up from her phone to see Beca wearing a tight-lipped expression as she holds their laundry basket full of what should have been their whites. The redhead had made it her mission to do all the household chores whilst Beca was at work as she knew that the brunette would be beyond exhausted after a long day at the studio. The couple had been going through quite a rough patch with arguments springing up here and there more frequently than they have ever done and whilst Beca seemed to only care about her work, Chloe was determined to fix things between them.

The red sock was not meant to be washed with the white clothing. Chloe knew this. She didn't know much else about doing the laundry but this, this she knew.

Great. Now she's gonna think you're stupid. Who wants a stupid girlfriend who can't even do something so simple like the laundry?

"Oh- Beca, I am, I didn't-," Chloe finds herself stumbling to look for words to form a sentence of apology, her breathing slowly becoming uneven.

This is it. This is the last straw, Beale. She's going to break up with you. You're done.

"Woah, crap. Chloe, no, please don't cry," Beca's eyes widen as she quickly throws her arms out towards Chloe, hesitating before deciding to wrap them around the redhead. She sits down beside her on their brown leather couch and just holds her like she used to do.

Chloe didn't realise that she had burst into hysterical tears before Beca had her enveloped her into an embrace, only pulling back to wipe the tears from her cheeks. It occurred to her that it has been a while since she was this physically close to Beca and it reminded her of how much she's missed being held by the brunette.

"I'm really sorry, Becs," Chloe says, her hands snaking around the smaller girl's waist, wanting to keep in some sort of contact with her. "I'll buy you new clothes, I won't touch the washing machine anymore just please forgive me."

Chloe buries her face into Beca's neck after finally calming down and tightens her hold around the brunette's frame. She expected her to tense up at the sudden action but she doesn't and so, Chloe happily stays that way.

Beca scoffed at the redhead's words, "Chlo, they're just clothes. Honestly, it's okay."

Chloe lifts her head to meet Beca's blue eyes.

"Are we okay?"

Beca knits her eyebrows together in confusion before realisation slowly washes over her.

And then she's laughing. But, oh Chloe, most definitely was not.

"What?" Chloe snaps, crossing her arms against her chest.

"Chloe, did you think I was gonna break up with you? Over the laundry?" Beca replies, she bites her bottom lip to refrain herself from laughing seeing that Chloe's serious face.

Chloe stays silent, watching the brunette, swearing that she has never seen her eyes light up that brightly before. She gently places her hand around the back of Beca's neck and leans in to press her lips against hers.

She smiles pulling away to see Beca's eyes still closed, stunned from the unexpected kiss.

"Alright, Beale," the brunette playfully narrows her eyes, the trademark smirk playing on her lips. "At least buy me dinner first."

"You're an idiot."

"Says the one who can't laundry?"

"Touché, Mitchell."