So I had this idea just as I was about to go to bed the other night and it would not leave me alone until I got it out. So here it is. I'm leaning towards leaving this as a one shot, but I do have an idea to maybe add a second chapter, so let me know what you think J

Beca discovered the pattern during her freshman year at Barden. The first time, she'd had no idea where to look or how to respond to the naked woman standing in front of her, so she did what any sexually confused college student would do. Nod, agree and get the fuck out. If only the get the fuck out part didn't involve singing a lady jam with the naked intruder.

So she'd agreed, thankfully, they'd sounded brilliant together, and if Beca wasn't already leaning towards auditioning based on Chloe's sales pitch alone, the way they harmonised would have been enough to sway her judgement.

Their friendship quickly progressed to the point where they were practically conjoined outside of classes. Chloe's intrusion soon became a running joke between the two, often leaving bystanders and fellow Bella's confused and curious. If Beca threatened to forget that they had plans or wanted to stay home out of sheer laziness, Chloe would counter with something along the lines of, "Do I need to hijack your shower again?"

Once regionals came around, Beca had begun to completely ignore all of the Bella's, including Chloe for the first time in months. By the end of Spring Break, Beca was missing the easy banter and spontaneous singing. Heck, she had even started her own cardio regime, not that she'd ever admit to it. Even though most of the Bella's had slowly stopped calling and texting unsuccessfully, Chloe was still bombarding her phone with two calls and four texts per day. She didn't want to hear how disappointed Chloe was with her. Because surely that was the only reason why Chloe would want to talk to her after she ruined their chance at Nationals.

Spring break had ended and Luke had offered her a full-time night shift at the studio. Much to her surprise, Luke's idea of a night shift was between six pm and eleven pm, meaning Beca's early morning Philosophy classes weren't affected much at all.

She'd had a rough night at the station, douchebag after douchebag calling and requesting generic tunes from bland artists with not musical integrity. So she decided that she'd take a rather long shower. Maybe wash her hair, jam out to some David Guetta or HAIM (if the stalls were empty, anyway).

Beca entered the bathroom, caddy in hand, revelling in the splendour of an empty communal bathroom. She hung up her robe in the furthest cubicle, and quickly turned the water on, belting out one of HAIM's songs as she washed. There was something about the way a well-trained voice resounded of the bathroom walls that made Beca smile. Maybe that sounded vain, but it was true.

Halfway through washing her hair, Beca blindly felt around for her conditioner when her fingers came into contact with a hand, holding the bottle out to her.

"Thanks," she said. The split second between her thanking her intruder and her eyes snapping open, despite the spray of the water, were filled with terror.

Surprise, surprise. There she was, in all her naked glory, leaning against the wall of the cubicle with an unimpressed expression on her face.

"Dude!"

"You know this wouldn't have happened if you weren't screening my calls and texts. In my defence, I gave you ample warning."

Beca scoffed, "Ample? You went with ample?"

Chloe rolled her eyes, "May have been slightly distrac... Is that a new tattoo?" She reached forward and ran her thumb along the new line of text on Beca's right hip.

"What are you doing here?"

Chloe pulled her hand back, "We're going to Nationals."

"Uh, congrats? Did you barge into my shower to gloat? Not cool, dude."

Chloe looked at the floor, "I came to bring you back. You make us better."

Beca took a few minutes to rinse the conditioner out and mull over the words, "You know you could've just blocked your number?"

"Would you have listened?" Chloe answered, defiantly.

"Touché."

"Well, you know the drill, sweetheart. I don't leave until you agree to show up at practice at four pm tomorrow."

Beca sighed, tomorrow was her only day off. She stomped her foot petulantly, slipping on the suds that she'd just rinsed. Chloe somehow managed to grab Beca under the arms before she hit the deck.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome." Chloe stepped back and started soaping herself up with her own loofa. How had Beca not noticed Chloe's shower caddy?

Beca groaned, Chloe smirked, knowing that she was about to get her own way. "Fine!" Chloe squealed hoarsely and hugged Beca, covering the girl in secondary suds. "Really dude?"

Chloe stepped back, letting Beca rinse herself again, they swapped places so that Beca could dry herself. Chloe grinned, "I'll see you tomorrow."

Beca donned her robe and grabbed her caddy, "You're an asshole, Beale. See you tomorrow."

The third time it happened, Beca had been panicking for days. The Bella's had decided that they were going to fly to Nationals, instead of making the bus trip, mainly because last year's road trip was a nightmare.

Beca hated flying. If she had other options, like a three day bus ride with her best friends, she'd gladly take it. But the girls had decided, which meant Beca had also decided.

"No, guys! I'm not getting on that goddamn death trap! You can go without me you'll be fine!"

Chloe rolled her eyes, "Beca…"

"Don't even try and threaten me, Beale. It is not gonna work! I'm going to bed and I'll see you guys when you've won the trophy, ok?" Beca stormed from the room. She was smelly and sweaty from Bella's practice, but she figured that she could wait until Chloe went to bed to go and shower.

Nearly two hours had passed before Chloe gave her customary two knocks and 'night Becs, through the door. Amy had come up an hour earlier and tossed her clothes into a bag stating that she was staying at one of her boyfriend's houses. Beca waited for another half hour before grabbing her towel, caddy and sneaking into the bathroom.

The warm water loosened up all the knots in Beca's back. She'd been so stressed out about the flight, that she'd barely slept, dropping her usual attention span. Unfortunately for Beca, this caused her to miss the squeak of the bathroom door handle, and the soft flump of a falling robe. It wasn't until the opening of the glass shower door released a goodly amount of steam, that Beca realised her mistake. She groaned, bashing her head lightly on the wall a couple of times before speaking.

"I thought you were asleep."

"You underestimate me, Beca. I promised those girls that I'd get you on that plane…"

Beca turned around, letting her fear show openly, "I can't do it, Chloe. What if…"

Chloe quickly put a hand over Beca's mouth, "Stacie is a light sleeper, and she's just across the hall. So unless you are prepared for a very hefty amount of teasing and quite an awkward explanation, I would keep quiet."

Beca pried Chloe's fingers off her mouth and whispered, "You are the devil."

"Flattery will get you nowhere, Mitchell. Shove over, I knew I'd have to convince you so I figured I'd just kill two birds with one stone." Beca stepped out of the stream and began soaping herself up, "So why planes? What could possibly have happened to make you this terrified of flying?"

Beca shrugged and handed her body wash to Chloe as they switched places, "You know that show, where they look at the air crashes and investigate them? Dad used to watch it… like, all the time. He's got this obsession with aircraft, especially war jets. So… I kinda just grew up reading and watching these massive metal birds falling out of the sky."

Beca opened her eyes to find Chloe looking at her with a soft expression, "That sucks Beca. But I do have an idea…"

They switched places again so Chloe could rinse off, "What's your idea?"

"I will pull an all-nighter with you, watching anything you want that does not involve giant metal birds. And then tomorrow, we are going to get on the plane, I am going to hold your hand and you are going to sleep the whole way to NYC. Besides, who will take your solo if you stay home?"

Beca frowned, "Uh, you… We've discussed this…"

Chloe stuck her bottom lip out, "Aw, but my nodes are suddenly starting to play up and I don't know whether…"

"You can't…"

"Shhh!"

"You can't play the node card, it's not cool!" Beca tried to open the shower door but found it was jammed shut. Bloody Chloe.

"Let me hear it, sweet cheeks. The longer we're in here, the more chance that someone will catch us…"

"Catch us? Doing what? You barged in on me!"

Chloe smirked, "But they don't know that… For all they know, we're in here doing all types of ungodly things, and who knows how long it's been goi…"

"Fine! Cue Firefly."

Chloe released the door with a smug grin, "I love it when you talk nerdy, Mitchell."

Beca quickly wrapped herself in her towel before flipping Chloe off with both hands, because damn, did she deserve it.

The jokes continued. But fortunately (or unfortunately, depending on her mood) for Beca, it wasn't until her senior year that she once again incurred the Wrath of Beale (as they'd begun to call it).

They were riding the bus home from a particularly embarrassing performance, when Chloe suggested a retreat. Had Chloe had suggested something, like a hotel with a spa or something, maybe Beca would be a little more inclined to say yes. By this stage she was so frustrated by the Bella's lack of synchronisation (or during some weeks, OVER synchronisation) and her lack of originality (thanks boss), that Beca was in no state to be spending the weekend sleeping on the floor of a tent. No effing way!

Due to her preoccupation it was almost midnight before Beca remembered to shower. Sure enough, five minutes in, the door swung open. Now, for some reason, unbeknownst to Beca, they had a rhythm. Beca would wash whilst Chloe talked, Beca would then be given the floor for a whispered rebuttal whilst Chloe cleaned herself. Neither was really phased by the nudity anymore. It was just another one of their weird things.

"Talk to me Becs, what's going on?"

"Dunno what you're talking about, Beale."

Chloe grabbed Beca's loofa and held it above her head, "Start talking or you don't get it back. I know there is more to this little tantrum than having to sleep in a tent."

Beca's shoulders slumped. "Jesse and I broke up last week. He took off to LA for Film School and said that I was too distant and didn't have enough time for him. But, you know, I'm fine."

Chloe handed the loofa back and wrapped an arm around Beca, "Aw Becs, he's a dick if he can't see how awesome you are… Think of it this way, at least the retreat will help you take your mind off things."

Beca relaxed into the hug, completely ignoring their current state of undress, "I guess you're right…"

Chloe pulled back slightly and rested a hand on Beca's forehead, "What? You're not even gonna fight me this time?"

"Guess not. I'm just tired." Chloe looked at Beca's face, it wasn't showing I spent the eight hours I should have been sleeping binging on Netflix, it was more of an I just don't know what to do anymore expression that broke Chloe's heart a little.

"Want to binge watch some trashy TV and finish that bottle of tequila that I stashed?" Chloe asked.

Beca chuckled, "Tequila sounds good."

Neither girl actually finished washing this time, opting just to dry off and don their robes back to Chloe's room.

Both regretted the empty tequila bottle beside the bed the next morning when Chloe's alarm blared at five am for the bus ride to the lodge.

Copenhagen was gorgeous. Beca had managed to get on the plane with little to no bribery on Chloe's part. She was much too excited. It was their third day, and that afternoon they'd be performing at the Worlds. Beca was freaking out. She was certain that this wouldn't be good enough, that she was going to fall over, that her voice wasn't going to work. What is happening? I'm the composed one!

Beca had been in the shower for nearly forty minutes before Emily and Amy decided that an intervention would be needed. Within two minutes of Emily sending the text, Chloe was at the door, towel in hand.

Emily gave her a curious look, "Do I want to know?"

"Is it locked?"

"Nope."

"Ok, see you soon," Chloe said, slipping silently into the bathroom. She quickly undressed and found Beca sitting in the corner of the shower cubicle, her knees pulled up to her chest. "You ok?"

Beca looked up and shook her head, "Dude, I am freaking out! What the hell is wrong with me?"

Chloe chuckled and sat down next to Beca, "Absolutely nothing. Think of it this way, you missed your mandatory plane freak out, you're in another country, you are about to perform in an international singing competition…"

"Not helping, asshole."

"I'm putting it in perspective, this is normal," Chloe said.

Beca leaned into Chloe's shoulder, "How are you so calm?"

"Because I'm awesome? Duh."

"Silly me, how could I forget?" Beca deadpanned. She reached up and grabbed her shampoo from the hanger. "So if this is normal, I should just do what I always do when I'm stressed. Shower, wash my hair and drink some of that nasty tea that you like. Right?"

Chloe smiled, "It's a start. Let me…" She took the shampoo and massaged a little into Beca's scalp, "Is this helping?"

"Besides being naked in a confined space with you? Surprisingly yes."

Chloe laughed and rinsed Beca's hair before conditioning it. "You've been naked with me plenty, Mitchell."

"That sounds so gross," Beca laughed. She washed herself, letting Chloe soak under the warm spray.

"Emily called me. She's worried about you."

"Dude, please tell me she left the room before you came in here?" Beca said tossing the loofa at Chloe. Chloe batted it right back, "Dude, that was my boob!"

Chloe laughed, "And I'm pretty sure that Emily and Amy would've hear that. So much for secrecy."

Beca shot Chloe a glance, "God, how do you make the most innocent statement sound like we're hooking up?"

"It's a gift. Much like all of this," she said, waving a hand down her body. "Do you feel better yet?"

Beca smiled, Chloe always had a knack for making her feel better. "Yeah. I think I'm ready." She and Chloe switched places once more, before Beca stepped out onto the bathmat, "How much do you want to bet that the Bella's are out there eavesdropping?"

Chloe smirked at Beca before dropping her voice to a rather sensual groan, "Fuck Beca!"

"What the fuck… Chloe!" Chloe let out a giggle and another loud moan, "We're not doing… This isn't what it... Dude!"

"If they were eavesdropping, they're not anymore…" Beca flicked Chloe with the end of her towel, ignoring the warmth that had started in her gut when Chloe had moaned her name. She had far too much tow worry about without even thinking about what that could mean. The towel hit her with a loud snap and a squeal, leaving a red welt on Chloe's thigh.

"You're an asshole."

"You know, you say that every time and yet, we still end up naked on a regular basis," she replied with a wink.

"Fuck you, Beale."

"Anytime, Mitchell."