Hello! I saw Pitch Perfect 3 last night and while I really loved the movie, there was soooo much more I wanted from it. The main thing being some Bechloe love - even though I knew there was no way they were actually going to make it canon in the movie, sadly. Still, it inspired me to do something I haven't ever done before...so here I am, with my first FanFic ever! This little one shot is EXACTLY what should have happened in PP3.
Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Pitch Perfect, any of its characters, or any songs used in this fic. If I did, I can promise you PP3 would have been a different movie with a Bechloe end game.
The last 24 hours had been an absolute whirlwind for Beca Mitchell. She'd gone from getting the offer of a lifetime as far as her music career went, to being determined to turn it down because of the Bellas, to finding out the Bellas had been kidnapped by Fat Amy's psychopath of a father, to rescuing the Bellas, to finding out the Bellas were totally supportive of her pursuing her dreams, and finally giving the world one last performance of the Bellas…
Yeah, she needed a drink. Maybe two.
It was hard for the tiny brunette to wrap her head around. She'd always been so set on being a music producer that she had never considered actually performing – at least, not outside of what she did with the Bellas. Obviously recent life events that had left her jobless had made her reconsider all of that but she was still pretty set on being a producer. She just wasn't sure what she was going to do with her life now and the USO tour had been a nice distraction from trying to figure that mess out. Of course, Theo had assured her this deal with the label would still allow her to do some of the producing for her songs, so at least there was that.
She just couldn't believe any of this was happening. It all felt like a dream. Speaking of dreams, the look she'd seen in Chloe's eyes whenever they made eye contact during her performance had left Beca feeling like she was in a dream. She'd spent four years in college with the redhead and had never thought twice about the way they acted around each other. They were friends – best friends really, and Jesse was her boyfriend. Some people might have considered Chloe's behavior towards her to be strange, but Beca just accepted it as Chloe being Chloe. The woman had no respect for personal boundaries and Beca had learned there was no sense in fighting it.
It hadn't been until she'd broken up with Jesse that she had started to realize maybe there was something more going on there. Jesse was a great guy and a great friend, but shortly after the Bellas had graduated and won Worlds, Beca started to wonder if maybe a 'great friend' was all Jesse was meant to be. It was silly. They'd been dating all through college and he really was the perfect boyfriend…so why was it Chloe that she constantly found herself thinking about? Why was she more determined to move in with Chloe after college because of her 'career' then follow Jesse to California? Why did the slightest of touches from Chloe light her skin on fire while a kiss from Jesse was just, well, a kiss? She'd told herself, when they broke up, that it was just because of the distance. Now she wondered if it was something else.
She'd wanted to talk to Chloe after the performance but had been whisked away almost immediately by Theo to go over the details of the contract she would be signing with the record label. Everything was going to be changing after tonight. The Bellas would finally be moving on and fulfilling their life dreams. Beca, fortunately, was going to be able to work out of New York still, but there would be a lot of traveling involved, as she got involved with tours and making appearances all over. Theo seemed confident that she was going to quickly rise to popularity in the music industry. She would probably hardly even see Chloe, what with how busy the redhead was going to be with vet school.
Chloe…she really needed to talk to Chloe. It suddenly felt like the most important thing she could be doing right now. She just had all of these confusing thoughts and feelings floating around in her head…
"…Anyway, once you get back stateside, I'm sure you'll want to get with a lawyer to review the contract, which is fine. We can give you a week to go over it and get it finalized. Really looking forward to working with you, Beca," she heard Theo saying.
Beca gave a shake of her head, snapping out of her thoughts and focusing on what the British man was saying. "Okay, cool. Yeah. Totes. I'll get that taken care of right away," she promised, internally cursing Chloe for rubbing off on her and making her use words like that.
"We can get back out there now, if you would like. I am sure you will want to be celebrating with the Bellas?" Theo offered.
"Yes – also champagne. Is there any of that around? Maybe something a little stronger? I just…really need a drink right now," Beca said. It was all so overwhelming – in the best ways possible, of course, but just a lot to take in.
"C'mon Mitchell, don't tell me you can't handle the heat! What will you do when you're out on tour?" Theo joked.
"That…I can handle. It was the almost being killed by the insane, criminal father of one of my best friend's that has sent me over the edge a little. No, seriously, I was literally on the yacht when it blew up. It was really hot. I'm not sure there's any hair on my arms now…" the brunette explained, taking a moment to examine the back of her arm.
"Fair enough. Let's go," Theo said, standing up and leading the way out of the room.
Beca followed after him, only half-listening as Theo now started to ramble on about different brands of champagne and which ones he liked best. In a different situation, Beca might have been extremely amused by this. Theo seemed to be just as socially awkward as she usually was. They were going to either become best friends working together or want to kill each other – she hadn't figured out which it would be yet.
As they came around the corner, Beca's eyes lit up at the sight of a certain redhead – only to darken like a storm as she noticed Chloe wasn't alone. Chicago was with her. Of course. She was getting really tired of watching the soldier drool all over Chloe. She refused to acknowledge the fact that Chloe was just as bad concerning him. Don't get her wrong, Chicago was a cool guy and she had appreciated everything he'd done for the Bellas while they'd been on this tour…but she just didn't appreciate the looks he was constantly giving her best friend. There were plenty of other Bellas to choose from. Like Aubrey, for example. They would probably be a great match.
Why did she care so much anyway? Chloe was free to do whatever (or whoever, as Stacie would say) she wanted. It just seemed that anyone Chloe had ever gotten with over the years had never been good enough for the redhead – at least, not in Beca's eyes. She knew Chloe better than anyone, except maybe Aubrey, and all of these guys Chloe tried to date were all tools. It never ended well; Beca was just a pro at calling it at this point. She was just being a good friend…right?
Anyway, Chloe currently had her back towards Beca and Theo and had no idea the pair was even there – despite the fact that Theo was still rambling on about different drinks. Beca opened her mouth up to call out to her friend, but before any words could leave her mouth she watched as Chloe suddenly grabbed Chicago and pulled him in for a kiss.
The brunette stood there, frozen in utter shock, feeling like something inside her was breaking. Even Theo shut up and the two of them just stood there, awkwardly watching the scene unfolding before them. "That's nice…" Theo commented, slowly moving closer to her, as if maybe he thought it wouldn't be a bad idea to try and take a page out of Chloe and Chicago's book. Beca fixed him with a glare that froze him in his tracks. He turned away, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.
"So you work for me now?" Beca finally managed, reverting to classic awkward-Beca tactics.
"Yeah…of course," Theo responded, not quite sure where she was going with this.
"That's cool… Yeah…" Beca said. She needed to get out of here. Now. Before she exploded or something.
"Yeah, I had a few ideas…" Theo began, as if he were able to read her mind. He turned and headed the opposite direction of where Chloe and Chicago were kissing; still completely unaware they were being watched.
"I'm going to be a real handful, let me tell ya," Beca said, following after him, moving as quickly as her short legs would let her.
"Yeah I think I realized that from the beginning," Theo agreed, chuckling lightly. He began to ramble on again, talking about some of the ideas he had in mind for songs Beca could come out with. He realized writing her own songs might not be her strongest point, as she had pointed out several times now, but with talent like hers, he was convinced they could work out.
She tried her best to listen to him, really she did, but all she could think about was Chloe and Chicago…and the sinking feeling that hadn't left her. Why was it even a big deal? It wasn't the first time she had seen her friend kiss someone. Not that it had happened often since they'd finished college but…still… It was inevitable, wasn't it?
"Beca? Hello? Earth to Mitchell…still with me?" Theo asked, waving a hand in front of the brunette's face.
Not for the first time that night, Beca was dragged out of her thoughts. "Huh? Oh…yeah. Sorry," she apologized.
Theo watched her, concerning in his eyes. "I get it. I would be a little checked out too if I saw my girlfriend kissing someone else. Or…sorry, I guess I shouldn't assume. Is it one of those 'open' relationship things? I'm kind of confused personally-" the Brit questioned.
Beca's eyes widened in surprise. "No! Dude! What? No. Chloe and I…we aren't… No. It isn't like that. At all," she snapped defensively.
Theo held his hands up in surrender, not really wanting to unleash the wrath of the tiny DJ. "Alright, alright. No need to bite my head off. I just saw you two feeling each other up at the casino the other night and there seems to be a lot of chemistry between you two so…I just assumed. My bad," he apologized, shrugging his shoulders.
For a moment, Beca didn't say anything, she just stared at Theo like he had grown a second head. Did it really look like her and Chloe were…together? Yeah, they had a friendship unlike any other Beca had ever seen, but she kind of just assumed that was just Chloe for you-destroyer of walls and violator of all personal boundaries. She never really thought twice about it…at least, not until this whole trip had started. Yikes.
"Um…yeah. We're just…friends. That's it. She's free to kiss whoever she wants. I don't care," Beca finally said.
"You don't sound like you don't care," Theo commented. He received a look that made him fear for his life. Again. Was this going to be a common thing with him and Beca? "Just saying…" he defended.
Thankfully, at this time, a server with a tray of champagne happened to come strolling by. "Oh thank God!" Beca said, grabbing the tray out of the man's hands. She was going to down every single glass of champagne that was on this tray.
"Hey! Lady! You can't just-" the server began, only to be silenced by Theo.
"This is Beca Mitchell. She just signed with DJ Khaled's label. She can definitely do that," he said. The server rolled his eyes but said so more, storming off instead.
"Thanks," Beca said, setting down the first empty glass. She picked up another, downing it just as quickly. At this rate, she was going to be able to put Fat Amy to shame.
"Um…I'm not sure you should be… Actually, never mind. You just stay right here. I'm going to go… I'll be right back. Don't worry," Theo said, backing away slowly. He wasn't exactly sure how to handle this, but he knew exactly who might be able to. He needed to be quick; otherwise he had a feeling Beca's image as a new artist could be tainted.
"Not going anywhere any time soon. Except maybe to the closest bar," Beca promised.
Ten minutes went by. Beca had managed to drink enough champagne to give herself a decent buzz. Her eyes also may or may not have started leaking a little. Which was weird. She had no idea why she would do that. Tonight was a great night! She was starting her music career! Everyone was happy – even Chloe, because apparently kissing that pretty-boy Chicago was what made her happy. Which was fine. Beca didn't care. Nope, not at all…and she most certainly hadn't thought about how nice it might be if she had been the one Chloe had kissed. Definitely not.
"Short stack! What do you think you're doing?!" a loud voice demanded, distracting Beca from her misery.
Beca looked up, not at all surprised to see Fat Amy looming near her. "What does it look like I'm doing?! I'm drinking. It's a party. Am I not allowed to celebrate?" the small brunette demanded.
"No, that's exactly what you should be doing. That's what everyone else is doing. We're all just a little uncertain as to why you're doing it alone, looking like you just watched a dingo eat a baby," Amy explained, sitting down next to her friend.
"Dingoes don't eat babies." Beca said, taking another swig of champagne.
"Yes they do. It's a very legitimate concern back where I come from. Too bad they don't eat father's who try to steal their daughter's money…ah…but that's not why I'm here," the Australian said. She studied Beca closely for a moment, a frown crossing her face. "Have you been crying Shawshank?" she asked. Now she was really concerned.
"No!" Beca protested, though her voice picked that moment to crack, which didn't help her any. "Maybe…" she said. "It's the champagne…" she explained.
Amy let out a sigh. This was going to be about as easy as Theo had warned. She should have let Legacy come deal with this…but also, she didn't trust the youngest Bella not to say something stupid. No, this was clearly a job for Beca Mitchell's best friend. "You sure about that? Theo found us and told us he was worried about you. That you witnessed something…traumatic. So could you just spill the beans already and then stop being a party pooper because you know I hate when a good party gets pooped," Amy warned.
Even with the alcohol in her system, Beca wanted to blow Amy off and insisted everything was fine. After all, heaven forbid she actually talk about her feelings or something like that. She was supposed to be the tough, badass. She worked hard to keep up that image, even if everyone she knew was hardly fooled by it. "He worries too much. He hardly even knows me," she said, rolling her eyes. He hardly even knew her and he could see right through her. Awesome.
Amy placed her hands on her hips, fixing the small brunette with a glare that would have even made Aubrey cringe. "Beca Effin Mitchell, don't make me sit on you. I will beat answers out of you if I have to…and you know I'm not joking," the blonde threatened.
This caused Beca to freeze for a moment. After what she had witnessed on the yacht, she would forever think twice about crossing Fat Amy. The Australian tended to brag and exaggerate a lot, but for the first time ever…Beca was actually completely willing to believe her threats of violence. Besides, the intoxicated part of Beca thought maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea to tell someone what she was feeling. To express what she had been bottling up over the past few years. Okay, Amy probably wasn't the best person to confess secrets to, but she wasn't exactly thinking rationally enough to realize that. Aside from Chloe, Fat Amy had always been there for her. Even when Beca really, really didn't want her to be. Even when Beca really, really regretted that she was…
She took another long drink of champagne, trying to decide how to best go about this. The look on Amy's face told her she didn't have much longer to try and come clean. She took in a deep breath and then she let it out. "ChloewaskissingChicagoandIdon'treallylikeit," she spurted out, the words moving at 100 miles per hour.
It took Amy a moment to process what, exactly, Beca had just said. Once she did, however, a smirk appeared on her face. This was gold. "Let me get this straight. Chloe kissed someone and you…didn't like it? Did I hear that right?" Amy asked, her tone all-too innocent.
Beca watched her friend suspiciously for a moment. She almost felt like she was walking into a trap here but, once again, the alcohol kept her from completely processing that like she normally would have. She nodded her head slowly. "That's what I said, isn't it?" she shot back, a bit annoyed.
The blonde's grin grew even wider. "And why, Beca, might you have an issue with that, hm? It's not the first time Chloe has kissed someone," she questioned.
"I don't know! I just don't!" Beca said.
"No, Beca, I think you do," Amy insisted.
The brunette glared at her, looking very much like a pouting child in that moment. How she loved tipsy Beca. There was always so much fun to be had with her…but even more so now.
"C'mon DJ! Everyone knows it! Just admit it already!" Amy demanded.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Beca said, crossing her arms. "Will you just leave me alone and let me drink?" she asked.
Amy sighed. Classic Beca Mitchell. She always had to be so stubborn. No wonder it had taken so many years for them to get to this moment. "It's the same reason you broke up with Jesse," she reminded.
"Dude, no! That has nothing to do with this! We broke up because of the long distance. We grew apart," Beca protested.
"There was more to it than that. You told me AND Chloe there just wasn't a spark between the two of you any more. Now tell me why that was," Amy prodded, only to receive a shrug in response. The blonde let out a sigh. She really was going to have to spell this out for Beca, wasn't she? Was Beca just in that much denial? Still so unwilling to acknowledge the truth, even now?
"Enough is enough! Stop playing these games, Mitchell! We all know why you broke up with Jesse and why you're so upset over Chloe kissing Chicago. Maybe you don't know it, but everyone else does! You're in love with Chloe, Short Stack!" the blonde exclaimed.
"I'm…what?!" Beca asked.
"You, Beca Mitchell, love Chloe. Just admit it already!" Amy insisted.
"Amy, don't be silly. Chloe is my…best friend," Beca laughed, though she didn't sound quite as confident as she would have liked.
Amy rolled her eyes. Would it be acceptable for her to punch her friend right now? Would that knock some sense into her head? "Whatever! You know you do! I've been living with the two of you since we graduated from Barden and some days I feel like I'm living with two dingoes in heat! You could cut that tension with a knife! The way the two of you look at each other, read each other…it makes me want to puke. Everyone sees it! Even Theo and I'm about 100% he was hoping to make the moves on you!" she said matter of factly.
"Amy no – I can't be in love with Chloe!" Beca insisted, running a hand through her hair in exasperation. Why couldn't Amy get what she was trying to say?
"Why?" Amy challenged.
"Because…" Beca began, only to trail off, at a loss for words. What the blonde said had her thinking. Things between her and Chloe were different, they always had been. She had never let herself think about it too much, but now that she was…maybe everything Amy was saying wasn't completely ridiculous. The redhead always seemed to be on her mind and she always valued Chloe's opinion…more than anyone else's. When DJ Khalid had first asked her to perform for him tonight, while she really didn't want to leave the Bellas high and dry, really she didn't want to disappoint Chloe. When the Bellas had told her to go for it and pursue her dream, it was Chloe's approval she had craved the most. The thought of losing Chloe was unbearable. Isn't that why she had moved to New York with her and Amy in the first place? Sure, she had a producing job lined up there but…couldn't she have found in California too?
"Holy shit…I'm in love with Chloe," Beca breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. It was like a light bulb had suddenly turned on in her head. Suddenly things made so much more sense. Suddenly she understood exactly why she had been so upset to see Chloe kissing Chicago.
"It's about damn time," Amy said, shaking her head. "And now CR wins the bet and I just lost $100. Thank goodness I'm rich now," she said.
Beca, suddenly remembering that Amy was there, shot her friend a glare. "You were betting on me?!" she demanded.
Amy sighed, reaching out to put a hand on Beca's shoulder. "Beca, listen, we've had this bet running since our 2nd year at Barden. All of the Bellas were in on it…except Emily, because she can't keep her mouth shut," she explained.
The brunette just sat there, taking it all in. She kind of felt like a deer in the headlights at the moment…and she suddenly felt very, very sober. "I can't believe you guys would do that! Actually…I guess I shouldn't be surprised. Is it really that obvious?" she asked.
"Yes!" Amy said, throwing her hands up in there. "I don't know how it took you this long to even realize it. This should have happened years ago. I thought when you broke up with Jesse you were finally coming to your senses…clearly not," she sighed.
This knowledge was so freeing. She felt like a new person. There was just one issue, however. "But…Chloe was kissing Chicago. Obviously it isn't reciprocated," Beca realized, frowning. It didn't matter how she felt, Chloe was with someone now. She had missed her chance but, even then, what did it matter? She couldn't risk ruining their friendship.
"It doesn't matter Short Stack! It was one kiss! They aren't married! You need to go find her and tell her before it's too late! She definitely feels the same, everyone can see it. I have money on that too!" Amy said, shaking the tiny brunette to add emphasis to what she was saying. She felt it was very important that Beca understand all of this.
"I…well…I don't even know what I would say. What if she just laughs in my face and runs off into the sunset with soldier boy?" Beca asked, terrified by the thought. Terrified…she could hardly believe it. The last time she had felt so nervous was back in her senior year when she'd played Flashlight for her boss at the studio. That was almost laughable compared to the nerves she felt now.
"I'll be honest with you Shawshank, you aren't very good with words half the time. But with music? You're a pro. Chloe won't turn you down, trust me," Amy assured her.
"I do trust you," Beca said seriously. After all, Fat Amy hadn't failed them when they were being held hostage on a yacht. Beca could trust her now too. "Is she still with Chicago though? How do I get him out of the picture?" she questioned.
"You let me take care of that hunky mansteak. You just worry about what you're going to tell Chloe," Amy assured her. "He's going to need a shoulder to cry on and, lucky for him, I have plenty of shoulder to spare!" she said cheerfully.
Beca took a deep breath. "Okay…let's do this," she said, standing up.
Amy pulled out her phone, typing out a message and sending it. "I just had to let the rest of the Bellas know that Operation Bloe is finally a go," she explained.
Beca rolled her eyes. "You've got to be kidding me…" she muttered, shaking her head. Should she really be expecting anything less from the Australian at this point though?
The pair had made their way back towards where Chloe and Chicago currently were. They were engrossed in conversation with a couple of other soldiers. Beca waited back out of sight. "Look at how she's laughing at everything he says! I have no chance!" she told Amy, panicked.
"You're Beca Mitchell! Trust me, you've got this! Give me 2 minutes and then take your shot. I'll have the path cleared for you!" Amy promised.
"I can't do it. There's no way she'll feel the same way!" Beca said.
"For the love of – No! I told you to stop freaking out and just tell her! I have money riding on this Mitchell! Don't you dare disappoint me," Amy threatened.
"Okay. Okay. Fine. I got this. How bad could it be? If it ends badly I'll just…lose myself in my music career and never see her again. It's fine," Beca said, nervously.
Amy just rolled her eyes before marching towards the group Chloe was standing in, clearly on a mission. "Chicago! I need your help!" Amy shouted, catching both Chloe and the soldier's attention.
"Right now? I'm kind of in the middle-" Chicago began, only to be cut off as Amy grabbed him by the arm.
"You're supposed to be my bodyguard, aren't you?" Amy asked.
"Well yeah but-"
"No buts about it! I really need my body to be guarded. By you. Over here, away from everyone else," the Australian insisted, dragging him away before he could protest further.
"Amy!" Chloe protested, but it was no use. The blonde didn't even glance back her way. What sort of craziness was she getting involved with now? Not to mention, now Chloe was left alone with random people she didn't even know. She didn't see any of the Bellas at all…which was weird. She hoped they hadn't been kidnapped again.
Chloe was about to take off in search of Amy and Chicago when a voice rang out, freezing her in her tracks.
"I won't let you down
I will not give you up
Gotta have some faith in the sound
It's the one good thing that I've got"
Her bright blue eyes landed on the source of the singing – it was a voice she would recognize anywhere. Beca stood across the room, watching Chloe with a look on her eye that the redhead couldn't quite read. It was determination mixed with something else. Something…unfamiliar.
"I got my ticket for the long way 'round
Two bottle 'a whiskey for the way
And I sure would like some sweet company
And I'm leaving tomorrow, what do you say?"
Chloe felt her eyes water as Beca blended in another song, slowly making her way towards where Chloe stood. What was going on here?
"All we have to do now
Is take these lies and make them true somehow
All we have to see
Is that I don't belong to you
And you don't belong to me yeah yeah"
Everyone in the room was watching Beca, but Beca only had eyes on Chloe. This was it. This was her moment and no one was going to stop her. From behind Beca, the other Bellas suddenly appeared, ready to back their captain up with just a little singing.
"Freedom! (I won't let you down)
Freedom! (I will not give you up)
Freedom! (You're gonna miss me when I'm gone)
Freedom! (Have some faith in the sound)
Freedom! (It's the one good thing that I've got)
Freedom! (Oh you're gonna miss me when I'm gone)"
By the time Beca sang the last line, she was a mere foot from the redhead, who was definitely crying now.
"Becs, what's going on?" the redhead asked.
"Look, Chloe. I…saw you with Chicago tonight," Beca said.
"It's not what you-" Chloe began, but Beca cut her off.
"Just…let me say what I need to say. If you want to be with him, that's fine. I get it…but you need to know something first," the brunette said. "Look, we've known each other for a long time now. You're the one person who has always been there for me, ready to demolish any wall I try to put up. It freaked me out at first, a lot, but then I just came to accept it as a fact of life. You're my best friend and you're important to me, really important. I just never realized how important until, well…all of this. I always feel 100 times happier whenever you enter a room. I can't believe I was oblivious to it all for so long. I guess what I'm really trying to say is…." Beca said, trailing off, suddenly at a loss for words.
This was it. It was now or never.
Without another word, Beca closed the distance between her and Chloe, pressing her lips against the redhead's. For a moment, Chloe didn't react and Beca was worried she had made a terrible mistake. Then, finally, Chloe kissed her back. It was unlike anything Beca had ever experienced. Her whole body was fire and ice all at once. She would have been happy to just stay like that forever…until a chanting rose up around them, started by none other than Fat Amy.
"BLOE! BLOE! BLOE! BLOE!"
Beca pulled back from the kiss, her cheeks the color of Chloe's hair. "Seriously Amy?!" she asked, shoot a glare at the Australian, who didn't look ashamed in the slightest.
Rolling her eyes, she looked back at Chloe, who was looking at her like she had just won a Grammy or something. "Becs...are you trying to say what I think you're trying to say? Or am I just dreaming…again?" the redhead questioned.
A wave of nerves passed through Beca, again. Her instincts told her she needed to run while she still could, but she held her ground. She had to go through with this. For better or for worse. "What I'm trying to say is that I'm in love with you, Chloe…and I'm sorry it took me so long to realize it. I understand you probably don't feel the same way, what with Chicago and all but I just…. I had to let you know. Please don't let it ruin our friendship because I really don't know what I would do if you weren't in my life!" she said, speaking super fast. She started to ramble on about how she had been drinking and Amy had pushed her into doing this because apparently everyone had some giant bet going.
"Beca…" Chloe said, trying to get the brunette to stop talking and listen to her. "Becs!" she tried again. Beca kept talking. She forgot how fast the DJ could speak when she was nervous. Clearly there was only one way to shut her up. She leaned in to kiss Beca again, grinning as the brunette responded instantly to the kiss.
"Okay, seriously. Maybe you two should get a room. This really isn't the place for so much PDA…" Aubrey called out after a few moments.
The pair broke apart. Beca, who had been so confident at the beginning of it all, stared at Chloe like she was in a daze. "For the record, I'm in love with you two. I have been for years…if I'm being honest. I just didn't think you'd ever return the feelings. I thought maybe once you and Jesse broke up but…I finally decided I would rather have you as a friend than nothing at all. That's why I…kissed Chicago," Chloe admitted.
Beca felt her heart wrench. Despite how happy Chloe seemed at this moment, she could see the pain that flashed through those crystal, blue eyes as she spoke. And it was all her fault. She had been hurting Chloe for years and hadn't even realize it. "Chlo…I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to put you through all of that I just…well… You know how oblivious I can be when it comes to feelings. I'm an idiot," she apologized. To her, it sounded like Chloe had moved on. That she was too late.
"It doesn't matter. What matters is now…and the future. We have our whole lives to make up for the lost time. That is….if you can pencil me into your schedule, Superstar?" Chloe asked, smiling.
A smirk took over Beca's face. "I'll always have time for you, Chloe. There's no one else I'd rather have by my side through all of this. I know you'll be super busy with vet school but…we can make it work, right?" she asked, sounding hopeful.
"As long as I can be your date when you win your first Grammy next year…I'm in," Chloe said, shooting her a wink.
"That's…pretty confident of you to suggest," Beca shot back, amused.
"Oh I'm pretty confident about all of this…and about you," Chloe replied.
"I want to kiss you again…but I'm afraid we're going to get attacked by adoring fans if we keep them waiting much longer," Beca said, briefly glancing over her shoulder towards the Bellas. Amy and Emily looked like they wanted to charge right at them. It was probably only the wrath of Aubrey that was keeping them frozen in place.
"I'm sure we'll have a lot of time for that later. We have a lot of talking we need to do…but for now, let's just enjoy the moment," Chloe suggested, reaching out to take Beca's hand.
"You're right. Tonight is the last night of the tour. Let's just enjoy the moment while we can," Beca agreed, pulling Chloe towards her for another kiss.
Tonight marked the end of one chapter, but the beginning of an all-new one. Beca didn't know what it would hold, but with Chloe by her side she was sure they would make it through anything. Together.
Song: Freedom! '90 x Cups by the Pitch Perfect 3 and the Voice cast.
Alright, so that's what I've got. Hate it? Love it? Just want to talk about PP3? Leave a review or send me a PM! I'm all ears! Considering this is my first fic, I'd appreciate any feedback! Perhaps you'll see more writings from me popping up in the future, depending on how this goes. Happy Holidays!