"How could someone so beautiful be so damn ugly? I guess I'm naïve,

'Cause everytime I start tripping, slipping then I'm falling too deep, stuck in a bad dream

I, I, I. You and I get along like fire to a plane;

You, you, you make me feel like I'm fucking going so insane.

Congratulations, celebration, 'cause my heart is the hardest to break

Break up to make up, just to wake up with mascara all over my face

And I'm no cry baby, but you make me cry lately

I'm no cry baby, but you make me cry, baby

I'm no cry baby, but you make me cry lately

I'm no cry baby, but you make me cry, baby

Cry, baby"

Beca wiped the tears out of her eyes as Demi stepped out of the booth.

"So, DJ Mitchell… is that any good?" She asked, looking at her producer with a tentative smile.

"Absolutely amazing, Demi, as always," Beca said, turning her back to the singer as she checked her eyeliner in the reflection of her laptop. She hated it when people saw her cry, and that song… well, it just reminded her too much of the girl she loved.

It had been two months since she'd last seen Chloe. Three months since they called it quits on their relationship officially. Twenty six days exactly since Chloe declared friendship "too painful" and stopped taking her calls or replying to her messages altogether. But not a day went by where she didn't think of the redhead.

Chloe seemed to find her way into every single beautiful thing in Beca's world. Anything and everything reminded her of at least one thing she and Chloe had done together.

She had tried to move on; so, so hard. She'd sold her car – the ancient blue Prius that they had driven from Barden to San Francisco the summer of freshman year. She'd moved house – out of the apartment they had shared in downtown L.A, and into a mansion in the Hollywood Hills. It was a lovely house, but Beca hated it – it was too big, just for her and too empty, because it was missing the girl she loved.

Beca tried to shake these thoughts out of her head before Demi noticed there was something amiss with the producer. "Seriously Demi, this song is just so powerful, there are going to be so many people who will relate to it. It's got massive potential."

Demi grinned at that, and wandered over to Beca's desk, peering over her shoulder at the laptop. She'd always had a soft spot for Beca Mitchell. Beca had a tough job in the label. She'd watched how Beca had risen from being an intern (more like dogsbody) at Residual Heat, to becoming a fully-fledged producer in three years. She had massive talent, and Demi liked having talent on her team. Beca had passion. There was a fire in her eyes when she worked, a drive that made everything Beca did exceptional. Beca had this way of taking something good, and making it unbelievable.

They'd collaborated with Confident, and again now to work on Tell Me You Love Me. She considered Beca as less of a colleague and more of a friend, because for all Beca Mitchell was reclusive, she had a heart of gold, and was always there for people.

She knew how broken Beca had been since her split with Chloe. Heartbreak only happens to the best of people, and unfortunately for Beca, heartbreak had hit her hard when she and Chloe called it quits. The fire in her eyes had almost vanished completely, because Chloe was what fuelled Beca's passion.

Demi knew first-hand what Beca was going through, having been through it herself with Wilmer just a few months ago. Their shared failure in love was something that had brought them closer – they had spent many a Saturday night listening to sad songs and bingeing on Ben and Jerry's.

But Beca was getting her fire back. It was there, as she put the music to Demi's words. It made Demi smile knowing that, note by note, Beca might be getting back to becoming the DJ she knew and loved.

Cry Baby was a song the two had penned together one Saturday night when they were both feeling lonely. It was a song of lost love and heartbreak, and how you fall apart when you lose the thing you love. The words might be Demi's, but the concept, the emotion, it was all Beca's. It was everything Beca felt towards Chloe, the things she wouldn't let anybody see. The tears, the confusion and the anger were things she'd bottled up inside her for weeks, things she really needed to get out.

When Demi had first met Chloe Beale, she had loved her just like she loved Beca. As the tiny DJ pointed out, she had an addictive personality, and was the kind of person that you felt like you had known forever. They had become firm friends pretty fast, because Chloe saw past the wild diva the media liked to portray Demi as, just like Beca had. Demi immediately trusted the redhead, and knew that she was the one for Beca.

She was so certain of this, that she accompanied Beca when she went to buy a ring for Chloe, when she decided she was going to ask her to marry her. She had no doubts about them when she gave Beca a thumbs up when she drove home three months ago, ready to get down on one knee. She was sure of it, when Beca sent a picture saying "she said yes!" an hour later.

It was her certainty about it that made her just as confused about the breakup as Beca. Never in her whole life had she ever seen a couple more in love than Beca Mitchell and Chloe Beale.

But sometimes, love isn't enough to keep a relationship alive. Beca learned that the hard way…