"Told you; endings are the best part" said Jesse with a grin on his face as he watched Beca come closer.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning in for a kiss and replied with a wide smile : "You're such a weirdo" before pressing her lips against his.
This was some time ago, and now, Beca was trying to get out of Jesse's grip because she had to get dressed. But she didn't want to, she was feeling good, laying on her dorm bed, his arms clenching at her waist, her nose snuggle in his neck. She sighed and finally got up, but he grabbed her wrist and kissed her knuckles with a pout, asking for the hundredth time if she really had to go. Rolling her eyes, she let him put his hands on her hips and towered over him with a mischievous smile, lifting his chin up with one finger as he lurked on her body and kissed him one last time. She made him get up and pushed him out of her dorm, because she knew she wouldn't be on time if he stayed while she was changing.
Jesse stopped in the doorstep and Beca groaned in despair as she closed the door. It was taking her all of her will to actually make herself go, but she knew it was important to her friends that she came. They were celebrating Aubrey and Chloe's graduation with a Bellas party in the old auditorium where they used to practice. She opened her closet and rolled her eyes at the mess. She couldn't keep it in order because whenever she did laundry, she didn't fold, she'd just throw her clothes somewhere in there and pray the door would close. Rummaging through her stuff to find something neat for the occasion, she stumbled across the jacket she wore for the initiation night.
All of it suddenly came back to her mind and she smiled slightly. Chloe's cold hands grabbing hers, pulling her so close the DJ had almost had a heart attack, thinking she was about to kiss her. And then she proclaimed they were going to be really fast friends and that brought back a whole lot more memories. Beca decided she'd wear the same jacket, maybe ― probably ― Chloe would notice and that would make her smile. The brunette knew the older woman was sad to leave, but she'd been offered a very nice job, just outside town, in her majoring domaine.
Althought at the start of the year Beca would've scoffed at anybody telling her she'd miss Aubrey, now she couldn't help but sigh at the idea of not having her around every day, bossing them around. The brunette looked at herself in the mirror and was surprised to see tears gathering at the corner of her eyes "Jesus, Beca, get your shit together, it's just a party!" she told herself as she furiously wiped them off. Applying her trademark eyeliner and black eye shadow, she was ready to leave.
Music was already playing really loud in the auditorium as the brunette walked in. It still had a faint smell of puke from a couple months ago, but mostly it smelled like damp concrete and beer. A smile crept up Beca's lips as she remembered the first day they were all here together and had to take an oath. She hadn't been in the auditorium for more than five seconds before a tipsy Cynthia Rose shouted "Hey y'all Beca's here!" and a series of "woot-woot!" greeted her. She rolled her eyes but was grinning like a kid.
Drinking with a straw a beverage that Beca was sure not to be juice, Chloe was swaying a little on her feet as she talked with Stacy, but when her eyes drifted away from the tall dark-haired girl and she saw the DJ, a wicked smile curled up her lips. Beca waved at her and went to get herself something to drink, feeling that everybody was already at the edge of being drunk. They had agree to make tonight a no-tear event, and so the girls were numbing the knot in their throats to see their leaders go with alcohol. Lots of it, Beca thought as she eyed the bar table with whiskey befriending some vodka, already in a relationship with the cranberry juice spilled all over, getting judged by the multiple beer bottles lined up. And there it was, standing out with shots all around, the tequila bottle. Right behind it were rum and coke bottles getting dirty.
Beca fixed herself something light to start with, but when she turned she almost spilled it all on her shirt because the redhead was inches away from her back, the blue of her eyes bulging out and glistening with mischief as she smiled from ear to ear, looking at the DJ's jacket. Beca gasped but regained composure and smiled back, although there was something in Chloe's gaze that made her slightly uncomfortable, yet she couldn't look away. Her mouth was suddenly dry when the taller woman grabbed her by the waist to pull her into a tight hug, lingering in. Beca had just enough time to put her glass down and wrap her arms awkwardly around her friend's shoulders. Being the shorter one, she had to get her toes to do so, and she felt Chloe tighten her grip around her as her hands clenched on her back.
The brunette lost herself in a moment in the embrace, her eyes closed; she inhaled deeply the sweet perfume of Chloe's hair, a shy smile playing at the corners of her lips. The graduate slowly let go of her, but Beca held on a little more, realizing just as the other woman pulled off that she wouldn't get to do this anymore, and it made her heart sink. Chloe smiled wildly at her and leaned over the brunette's face, pressing her forehead against hers, before saying in a hushed voice "I love you, Beca." and her tone was dead serious even though she was swaying a little bit from drunkenness.
At first, the DJ thought she was joking, and she answered with a smile and a slight squeeze on her hand, but when Chloe held on and tried to entwine their fingers together, Beca just gasped and jerked her hand away. Shocked, she back away from Chloe, who now realized what she just said and put a hand over her mouth. Shaking her head, she cried out Beca's name, but the brunette simply left without anybody but the older woman noticing.
Chloe cursed under her breath and tried to go after her, but Denise, who had seen everything from a distance, stepped in front of her and told her to wait until she was sober to have this conversation with Beca. Eyes wide in shock, the taller girl looked at her as if she spoke Chinese, but Denise added with a sweet smile "I might not say much, but I have ears, and eyes, Chloe. It's obvious, well to me at least, that it's not just friendship you feel for her. Just, let her breath a little bit and you'll go get her after, ok?" and Chloe agreed, nodding, as Denise held her arm and led her to a seat close by.
The DJ was breathing deeply, still trying to process what the redhead had just told her. "She loves me? She fucking loves me? What the hell is that supposed to mean!" yelled Beca at the jet black sky, tears stinging her eyes. She was mad at Chloe for telling her this on their last night together. The brunette had only wanted things to be easy, simple, for once in her life. She had Jesse, she had had a great time with the Bellas, but now Chloe was admitting this stupid crush on her and complicating things like never before. Cursing at herself, Beca held out her phone, finger on the speed dial for Jesse, but she couldn't bring herself to call him.
Long minutes passed before she heard steps coming towards her. Fearing it was Chloe, the brunette quickly wiped the tears from her eyes and looked at the sky, trying to get herself together. But it wasn't Chloe, it was Aubrey, slightly less drunk than her best friend. The blonde was walking straight but stumbling a little as she got closer to Beca. She stopped in front of the smaller girl and smiled sadly. "She told you, didn't she?" and the brunette nodded, feeling the knot tightens in her throat. The taller woman, even taller with those sky-high heels, held out her arms and Beca nestled in it, finding it oddly soothing to be hugged by her former leader.
Stroking the other woman's hair, Aubrey felt sad for her, but she was proud her best friend had finally told her, because, truth be told, she couldn't stand Chloe's rambling about her feelings anymore. That's all they talked about since the finals and it was the blonde who pushed her into confessing tonight, but she didn't think the redhead would do it while intoxicated with alcohol. Beca wiggled her way out with a shy smile, a blush coloring her cheeks as she thanked Aubrey. The blonde asked her how she felt, but Beca simply shook her head and told her she didn't want to talk about it. Back to her walls, thought Aubrey as she shrugged. She'd have to get Chloe to call her and sort all this out, though, she promised herself as she wished Beca goodnight.