Hi! So this is my first Bechloe fanfic. Please bear with me.

xCBx

Stay. I'm begging you, stay.

That was all Beca could think about. Chloe can't leave her. Not right now….not ever. They just started this. Everything just started to be…okay. Their lives were perfect. Beca's got a killer job, one that brings her shit load of money but still allows her to do other things. Chloe settled down for her, taking just a few roles because she knew someone would have to take care of their family. They have two loving daughters, Lucy and Dylan. God, they have two loving daughters, who are too young to have to go through this.

So for whatever reason, stay.

Beca knew she screwed up. She screwed up big time. So right now, she doesn't give a single fuck. She doesn't give a single fuck if the cops pull her over from overspeeding. She doesn't give a fuck about red lights or impatient car horns. No, she doesn't even care if she crashed.

It is silent. Her ride home was silent. It's very unlike Beca to have a silent ride somewhere. She'd always have the comfort of the radio or she'd be plugging her iPod in and listening to a new song from a new artist that she'd probably be working with. So this is very unusual for her. All she could hear was the sound of heavy rain drops accompanied by the swing of the washer on her windshield. It's almost like music. Like a beat she cannot get out of her head. And when this happens, when there's this beat on her head, her immediate next move is to write lyrics. She's a song writer, isn't she?

It's like one of those nights where she just got too much inspiration to stop writing. Right now, she's not having a hard time coming with lyrics. It's just filling up on its own, because she's been dialing Chloe's phone number for the past 45 minutes. Always straight to voicemail. She's left a thousand messages already, stuttering like the hot mess that she is, trying to come up with something, anything that would make Chloe stay.

How could she screw this up?

This sting on her eyes (probably from too much crying), the shake on her fingers as she nervously wrapped it on the stick shift or the steering wheel, and even the loud banging on her chest, doesn't even compare to what Chloe is feeling right now. The pain and agony on her eyes that Beca saw when their eyes met, and the sound of glass hitting the cold cement, it's all Beca could think about right now. Chloe wasn't supposed to be there. She wasn't supposed to show up at her office with wine and dinner prepared just for Beca. But she was. And she saw the whole thing.

Beca pushed her away. Chloe must know that. Chloe needs to know that. But the woman kept on pushing. Her lips was on Beca again and this time, Beca didn't push her away. Her eyes fluttered shut and her hands cupped the woman's face. It all happened too fast. The next thing she knows, Chloe was there. If they weren't in a bad position, she would definitely want to put her hands on Chloe, touch her and roam her hands wherever she wanted to, because of what she was wearing. Even with the hurt look on her face, she still managed to look….breathtaking.

Beca is an asshole. She just can't deny it anymore. But she is an asshole who loves her wife. She is an asshole with a family to take care of. And she's making this right.

How she managed to make it in their garage unscathed, Beca doesn't know. But somehow she did. She doesn't even have a plan. She'll probably just going to come in there and beg for dear life.

So she makes it out of her car. Her immediate move would be check their shared bedroom and closets, see if Chloe's packet yet, or still packing. Their house was unbelievably dark and so she thought, it was too late. Chloe and the girls have left her.

Surprised doesn't even begin to explain the feeling that rushed over her when she sees Chloe sitting on the couch in their family room, legs crossed, coffee on one hand. It was a normal view for Beca. Whenever she'd come home late from the studio, she'd always find her wife in this position. Blinking and taking it in, Beca dropped her keys and jacket to the floor. She stared straight at her wife. Her eyes were puffy and swollen, probably much more than Beca's . Only a fraction of her face is visible due to the faint light that's coming from a dim lamp, but Beca could still see how shattered she is.

"Chlo…"

Chloe didn't move, not a single muscle. Her jaw is clenched and her breathing is uneven, probably because she's trying so hard to fight back emotions. The redhead lets out a sigh and proceeded to sip her coffee.

Beca doesn't have a plan. So she started walking to Chloe. Slow, slow steps, stopping just a few inches from where her wife is sitting.

"I…" Tears started to from through her eyes again, heavy tears. The type of tears that leave your face stinging.

At this point, she knows nothing is going to make it better. Beca knows her wife hates her. But still, Beca could try.

Tangling her fingers, Beca drops to her knees. Her family is her world. Nothing could ever replace them in her life, even her job. She doesn't know what to say or what to do so she just stayed there and broke down, keeping her hands on her face. She just cried and cried and cried.

For the first time since she the brunette came home, Chloe looked at her. And for the first time in her life, she looked at Beca and felt nothing. Nothing.

After a few minutes, Beca has calmed down. She wiped her own tears, ready to talk to Chloe about it.

"Chloe." She started. "I-I'm sorry," She met Chloe's eyes.

But Chloe still didn't move. She was still convinced it was all a nightmare that she was dreaming. Knowing her wife, she would never do this to her.

Hearing those words from Beca just confirmed that I was indeed real. That this is real. Beca cheated on her.

Having that thought, she tucked a strand of her own hair behind her ear, settling the cup of coffee on the side table, feeling uneasy.

She's piecing everything together. It all makes sense now. The coming home late more times than usual, the calls she just had to take in the middle of dinner….it all makes sense now. How Beca has been so distant lately, how she even forgot to pick the girls from daycare. Yeah, it's all coming back.

At first, Chloe thought it was just a phase and that maybe her wife is just really busy with work. I mean, she was never the one to come between Beca and her career. Although, they both promised to tone it down a little since they had Lucy and Dylan, which they did. Well at least, Chloe.

Chloe doesn't have a problem with that. She's done enough in her life already. She's been acting ever since she graduated college with Beca and she's worked her ass off to get to where she is now.

After winning a couple of Oscars, Chloe Beale is ready to settle down with successful singer-songwriter-producer Beca Mitchell. Both of them managed to become Hollywood's most favored couple at some point.

Now all she has is a big ass mansion, and a cheating wife of her own. And their girls, who would probably be devastated, as young as they are, to know that their ever so perfect parents are not so perfect after all.

Chloe knows better. She's seen what a divorced household has done to Beca. Beca became closed off and cold and so mad at the world and she's not gonna let that happen to her girls. So she stayed.

Well, at least for now.

"Chlo, I'm so sorry…" Beca sobbed.

She doesn't know if it's the way those words feel on Beca's mouth, or just the way those words feel together. I'm so sorry. Three little words that has so much damage.

Chloe's eyes shut, fighting back the tears already forming in her eyes. She swallowed hard, taking a moment to feel the pain that those words bring and then lets out a long, shaky breath. Without thinking, the redhead lifted her hand and slaps her wife right across her face.

And then she loses it, right there. She began crying, like Beca did before.

"Why?"

"Why?!"

"Why did you do it?"

She hit Beca across her chest a couple of times. Just wondering, why. What has she done wrong? Why wasn't she enough? Why weren't she and the girls enough?

Beca didn't move. She just closed her eyes and absorbed it all in. She deserved this. She deserved to get hit. Hell, she deserved to get hit by a car. But what she didn't deserve was Chloe, clutching the collar of her shirt, crying….hurting.

For a moment there, Beca wanted to wrap her arms around her sobbing wife. She wanted to comfort her, tell her everything will be alright. That they will be alright. But she couldn't even bring it to herself. She's fucked up real bad and even that is not gonna fix this.

She doesn't say anything. She doesn't say why she's done it. She doesn't say it's just one kiss and that she's pushed her away at first. She just stayed there, frozen.

After a while, Chloe pulled back, her face the same shade as her hair. And she looked straight at Beca, wishing she could be mad at the girl, but she couldn't. She just feels hurt. So hurt.

"I don't even wanna know who she is." Chloe said.

Beca's chest tightens. Chloe gets up from her seat and started to walk to the stairs.

"I just…I wanna know if-" She started. "Did you do it?"

The brunette stood up and fixed her shirt. "What?"

"Did you sleep with her?" Chloe said weakly.

"Chlo-"

"Did you have sex with her, Beca?" Chloe repeated, firmly this time.

"No, Chloe." Beca's reply was weak and sounded defeated.

And Chloe chuckled at this. "We haven't had sex in weeks, Beca. I'm almost sure you're getting it somewhere."

"Chloe, I would never—" Beca started walking to her wife. She reached for her hands but Chloe swatted it away immediately.

"Why would I believe that?!" The redhead snapped. Her voice sounds broken, probably because of all the crying.

"Because…" Beca tried and reached for Chloe again. She screwed up but she's not going to give up on Chloe. No, she would never. "Because…okay? Because I love you. Chloe, I d-do. Okay? I don't know how I'm going to fix this but I-I will, okay? Chlo….I'm going to make this right, I promise."

Beca hugs her. Tight. Beca's hanging on to the redhead like her life depended on it. And it does. But Chloe doesn't hug her back, which Beca understands. She stayed, she's here. She could've left her but she didn't. That's enough for Beca. And she's going to do everything that she can to fix this.

"I love you so much, Chlo. Thank you for not leaving. I'm making this right…"