"I don't want to lose you."
Beca was pacing back and forth in her and Amy's room in the Bella house. Nervously looking at her watch every few seconds. Today had been strange. Chloe had been strange. Beca had finally admitted to herself that she was falling in love with her best friend who barged into her shower two years ago. A normal person would not become friends with such a person. But with Chloe it was different. Their friendship was different. And Beca finally realized today that they didn't behave like friends or best friends with each other. They did behave like a couple. But Beca was too dumb to realize and Amy had to spell it out for her...
"Friends or even best friends don't spend every night in each others beds cuddling and sleeping together. They don't hold hands and they don't flirt with each other. Are you blind, Beca?" Well, she must have been. "Can't you see that Chloe has a toner for you? That ginger is head over heels in love with you." Beca tried to argue but what could she possibly say. "Chloe didn't go on any dates for two years. She dumped that Tom-guy she was dating as soon as you joined the Bellas. Don't you remember? It's so obvious. And you clearly like her too, so why don't you just go for it."
So that's what she was going to do, going for it. She had texted Chloe and asked if she could come over to her room. Chloe replied within seconds and now she waited for her arrival. Then there was that knocking on Beca's door, that overly enthusiastic knock-combination that Beca told Chloe was here.
"So what can I do for you?" Chloe asked smiling from one ear to the other.
"I... ehm... I wanted to, you know, talk to you about this thing that I was thinking about." Chloe chuckled quietly and sat down on Beca's bed pulling Beca with her.
"Ok. What is it?"
"Why don't you go on any dates?" Beca finally spat out. Chloe was taken aback.
"Seriously?"
"Yeah... I was curious."
"I guess I haven't found the right one yet."
"But how do you know if you don't even try looking for the right one?" This wasn't going the way Beca had planned but she couldn't even remember her plans as soon as she saw Chloe's smile and her sparkling eyes.
"Why is this so important to you?" She asked back.
"It's not." She then admits more to herself: "I'm just confused." But of course Chloe had heard.
"Why are you confused?" Beca sighed.
"Because you're giving me mixed signals, Beale." Beca stood up, again pacing back and forth. "I talked to Amy earlier and she told me a lot of things that just confuse me. She told me that you hadn't gone on a single date for two years and that you broke up with that boy, I forgot his name, after I joined the Bellas. And I don't know how friends or best friends behave around each other but obviously we aren't. I'm not good at this whole friends thing. I don't know how friendships work. But after Amy told me all these things I have to admit that it looks like we're more than that. And I like it." Beca stood still, put her hands up to cover her face and groaned. "It's stupid. I'm sorry. Just forget that I said anything." Chloe was surprised to say the least.
"Becs..." Chloe started softly.
"No, Chloe. Let's just forget what happened." Beca dropped down next to Chloe on her bed and stared at the wall on the other side of the room, eyes closed. She didn't realize the fingers slipping in between hers and a hand guiding her face.
"Beca. Open your eyes." Beca did as she was told, slowly opening her eyes. She could feel Chloe's breathe tickling on her skin. "What are you afraid of?" Chloe whispered.
"I don't want to lose you." Tears rolled down her cheeks. Chloe cupped Beca's face and gently rubbed her thumb along her jawline.
"You won't." Chloe brushed her lips against Beca's giving her a chance to pull back, to run or just in any form to reject her. But she didn't. Beca didn't. She closed the gap and laid her lips on Chloe's.
„I'm home!" Beca shouted as she closed the door of their apartment. „Chloe?" She asked as she got no respond. After kicking her shoes off and throwing her keys on the table in their living room, Beca wandered around the apartment in search of her girlfriend. She slowly opened the door to their bedroom, a smile forming on her face as soon as she sees Chloe on their bed passed out and a magazine in her hand. For a few seconds she stayed leaning against the door frame and taking in the moment. God, how did she get so lucky? Chloe was not just beautiful. She was kind, smart, funny, indulgent and had such a happy nature that Beca sometimes couldn't handle. Beca sat down on the bed beside Chloe's sleeping figure after getting a blanket and carefully laying it over her. She took off her glasses and took the magazine from Chloe's hand and was about to put both on her night stand when she sees the page Chloe seemed to have read. "New boyfriend? DJ and producer Beca Mitchell seen with a new and quite handsome man!" said the title and of course photos as some kind of "proof" from when Beca was walking to a lunch break with a new artist. How she hated these rumors. She often wished she could just come out and be happy with Chloe in public. No more secrets and no more hiding. Couldn't it be just this simple? Why did she ever agree to what her agents suggested?
"You are really asking me that? Are you fucking serious?" Chloe was yelling at her. Of course. Beca could understand. It wasn't her idea and she didn't like the idea but she had no choice.
"It's not like I want it to be that way but -" Chloe quickly interrupted her, again yelling.
"But what? Are they forcing you or something?" She didn't meant it serious but when Beca kept quiet and looked down at her feet, Chloe's face softened. "Beca?" She asked quietly. "Are they?"
"Kind of." She sighed. "They will only take me under the condition that I don't come out. I couldn't do anything about it." Chloe was shocked. She didn't believe that people were still thinking like this. After all, gay marriage was finally legal in every part of the United States. Even if Beca and her weren't about to get married any time soon but she thought the days of homophobia and discrimination were finally over. "I really tried to reach out to other labels but I'm still too inexperienced, they say. As sad as it is, this is my only chance to become a producer." By now Chloe had sat down beside Beca on her bed.
"I'm sorry." Chloe whispered embracing Beca in a tight hug.
"I still can do something else, you know. I don't have to take their offer." Beca said quietly leaning her forehead against Chloe's. "I could go around and ask for more gigs and maybe search for a job that pays for everything." Chloe pulled back and pulled a strand of hair out of Beca's face.
"No. Take the offer. This is your dream." She smiled weakly.
"I don't want to lose you." Beca admitted.
"You won't."
At that time she took the job. She became a music producer and a DJ and Chloe became a high school teacher for music and literature. Even if it was a small label back then it grew rapidly and that all thanks to Beca who was now a big time star. Everyone wanted to work with her and she tried to talk to her bosses but was lead down. Every new artist under contract gave her another reason to stay and so she did.
"Beca?" asked a sleepy Chloe. Beca looked up from the magazine in her hands. "I wasn't reading it." Chloe said after she saw the magazine.
"I know." Chloe sat up and pecked Beca's lips to push away any worries.
"I was just admiring the beauty of my girlfriend." That grin was what made Beca melt. And eyes shining brightly. Fingers fidgeting with strands of her hair. Lips so soft and sweet.
"I'm sorry I'm late." Beca whispered running a hand through Chloe's red locks.
"No biggie. I kinda just fell asleep the second I laid down."
"So... dinner then?" Beca suggested, gave Chloe her glasses back and Chloe pulled her by her hand into the kitchen. "I'll take that as a yes." Chloe suddenly turned around, pushed Beca against the kitchen counter and kissed her hard. While running her hands up and down Beca's small figure, the brunette played with the hem of Chloe's shirt.
A few days later...
"Hey Chlo." Beca was on the phone. "I just got to the tv studio."
"Hey, you. So this is going to be live?" She could almost hear Chloe's smile through the phone.
"Yeah. Are you going to watch?" Beca just walked to her dressing room, greeting a few known faces on her way and closing the door behind her.
"Of course. I would never miss a show of yours." Chloe sat down on the couch in their apartment and turned the tv on switching to the right channel. She loved seeing the DJ, her DJ to be clear, on television. It still was torture to her, walking around in public not able to hold her hand or kiss her, always having to be careful in case a paparazzi is around and limiting the couple stuff to their shared apartment being roommates and best friends to the public.
"I have to go now." Beca paused a little. "I love you." Chloe smiled. She knew it was a risk for Beca to say those three words, she could never be sure if someone was listening. But Chloe was worth it and Chloe had to know that she was worth it.
"I love you, too."
"I love you, Chloe." Beca shouted at the top of her lungs. Chloe stopped walking and turned around, tears in her eyes and a wide smile on her face. The brunette walked over to her with a similar face, tears and a smile. It may not have been the first time she said those three words to the redhead but she knew the difference in her actions. Actions speak louder than words but if you shout out those three words in the middle of the night in the middle of a street somewhere in this big city when you know no one can know, you would just know how much someone cares about you.
"You can't just shout that out in the middle of the street."
"I don't care." Beca took Chloe's hands and intertwined them holding on to her. "If I'm about to lose the best thing that ever happened to me, I'd do it again and again. You're a way more important than a job." With her thumb she wiped away the new tears that rolled down Chloe's cheeks.
"You're an idiot." She laughed slightly to which Beca gave her a puzzled look. "Music is your passion and producing is your dream. You can't just throw that away because you have to prove me something and shout it out where someone could hear you."
"So you're not mad at me?" Beca quietly asked. "I thought you had enough. After these first few months of keeping our relationship private, I thought you wanted to leave." She quickly looked down at her feet. "I would've understood, you know. You deserve to be treated better. And I clearly can't give you that." She sighed. "So, I won't stop you." Again Chloe slightly laughed and Beca quickly looked up.
"You're really are an idiot." Chloe said and playfully hit her shoulder. "That was sweet but you won't lose me that easily."
"Please welcome the one and only Beca Mitchell!" The crowd went wild as she walked into the small studio area wearing her casual clothes with a touch of classy. "How are you doing?" The interviewer asked as soon as she sat down.
"I'm pretty great. What about you?" Chloe knew Beca was good at interviews. Always prepared for the questions with some funny comebacks. She could handle it quiet well.
"Good. Thanks." The interview was a routine for Beca. Questions about her job, new artists, new albums and so on. A few question later was the part that Beca hadn't been or couldn't be prepared for. "Can I ask you a personal question?" Beca hesitated for a moment and Chloe could feel herself getting uncomfortable.
"Ehm... ok, why not?"
"I know it's straight forward but who is that guy?" The picture from the magazine was shown on a big screen behind her. Beca breathed out unintentionally having stopped breathing for a second.
"Oh, that's..." Beca chuckled.
"What's so funny?" The interviewer asked confused.
"I'm sorry. It's just these constant rumors and the stories the media makes up. Well, they're kind of funny don't you think?" Beca grinned.
"So, who is this boy then?"
"He's just a band member of a group that I'm working with at the moment. I was going with him to lunch actually talking about some ideas."
"Well, you could end all these false rumors. Just tell us." This interviewer was a special one not afraid to ask the right the questions and say the right things.
"I could. But where's the fun in that?" Beca asked back. Chloe was sure she was holding her breathe since that picture came up. She was nervous because that was clearly none of the prepared topics.
„I just want to know if there is anybody. Someone who makes you happy, who is waiting for you at home, maybe watching the show right now." The interviewer was smart and knew what he was doing. At his words Beca's smile grew wider and she imagined Chloe laying on the couch, cuddled in her favorite blanket and watching her on tv. Not quite the reality but almost true.
"Well... how can I deny?" Beca grinned again. "It's true. I have someone. And that someone is in fact making me very happy and watching the show right now." Beca glanced at the camera blushing a little at the confession. Chloe was speechless, a completely loss of words. She didn't just... well, she did. But could she? "But that's all you're getting. No matter how persistent you are going to be, that is all I'm going to tell you." The rest of the interview was a blur in Chloe's memories. She lost track the moment when Beca admitted being in a relationship. As soon as the interview was over her phone started ringing and pulled her out of her thoughts.
"Hey." Chloe just said.
"Hey... so, I don't know. You saw it, right?" Chloe nodded then realized she couldn't hear it.
"Yeah. I saw it."
"Was she allowed to do that?" Aubrey asked.
"I don't think so."
"Well, what does it mean?" Chloe couldn't answer that question. She didn't know what it meant. She didn't even know Beca could say such things. Was she getting in trouble now?
"I'm not sure. I have to talk to Beca. I'll call you later. Bye." She hung up without waiting for Aubrey's respond. 5 new messages, 3 missed calls, 1 new voicemail. Chloe stared at her phone. Beca, the other Bellas and Jesse had tried to reach her.
From: Stacie
Did the DJ finally make it official? I'm confused. What is happening?
From: Becs
Hey. I really don't know what happened. Can we talk about it?
From: Jesse
Chloe? Was this planned?
From: Fat Amy
Congratulations. Shawshank did it.
From: Becs
Could you pick up the phone?
Well, Chloe immediately replied to Amy, afraid the Australian was about to do something stupid and Chloe didn't even know what she was supposed to think. Added to Beca's texts, there were two missed calls from her, one from Jesse and one new voicemail. She hit play and immediately recognized the brunette's voice.
"Hey... I don't know if I should apologize or something. I really don't want to talk about this on the phone. I'm on my way."
Beca sounded worried. A tone she wasn't used to hear. Of course, Beca was worried before. But she could hide it pretty well. Chloe wasn't sure what she should do now. Still sitting on the couch, she shifted so she laid down on her back and stared blankly at the ceiling waiting for Beca to arrive. After half an hour she heard footsteps on the hallway in front of their apartment door. A clanking noise of keys rustling against each other and the clicking of the door lock told Chloe she was here. Beca was finally here. But she didn't dare to move, staying on the couch and staring at the ceiling. She could sense Beca's presence. She could hear her small feet touching the wooden floor. She could smell her perfume, the one Chloe got her for her birthday. She could feel Beca's fingers laying on top of hers, carefully placed as soon as Beca sat down on the little space that was left between Chloe's body and the end of the couch.
"Hey." Beca whispered. "I... ehm... I really didn't know what I was doing... He kinda made me think of you and I couldn't think straight anymore." She paused and even quieter continued. "Are you mad now?" Chloe turned her head so she could look at her face. Her hair and make up was still the same from the interview. Just around her beautiful eyes it was a bit smudged. Had she been crying?
"I'm not mad. Just surprised." Chloe sighed.
"Yeah, me too." Beca intertwined our hands. "You didn't pick up. I thought you were mad with me." Chloe chuckled slightly.
"Aubrey called. Jesse and the other Bellas tried to reach me too."
"What did you tell them?" Beca looked down and Chloe strengthened the grip on Beca's hand.
"Nothing. I didn't know what to." Chloe sat up putting their joined hands in her lap and looked Beca desperately in her eyes. "What does this mean for us now?" Beca sighed and pulled a strand of hair out of Chloe's face letting her hand then rest their.
"Nothing has to change."
"What if I want it to change?" Chloe blurted out but regretted it as the words left her mouth.
"You know it's not that easy." Beca felt the guilt rising up in her. She really wanted to stop hiding Chloe, to stop hiding their relationship. But it wasn't this easy.
"I know." Chloe's expression saddened. Beca noticed and pulled her in for a hug.
"I'm sorry. I hoped I could give you what you deserved. But you deserve so much more. You deserve someone that doesn't have to hide you." Tears rolled down on both of their faces. "I love you. I want to make you happy. But I can't. I can't give you that. I'm such a horrible girlfriend. I'm sorry."
"Beca, stop. You're not a horrible girlfriend." Chloe pulled back from the embrace and stroked her love's cheek. "I just sometimes wish it would be different." Beca pulled her back into her arms and allowed a few tears to fall.
"I don't want to lose you." Beca whispered to herself, not meant to be heard by Chloe which she sadly did but stayed quiet.
"CHLOE!" Beca shouted enthusiastically."CHLOE! Where the hell are you?!" She ran through the apartment. Suddenly Chloe stepped out onto the hallway and the two collided and fell to the ground.
"Oh my god, Beca!" Chloe laughed. "What was that about?" Beca had caught her mid-fall and gazed into her sparkling eyes.
"I'm just so happy." Beca shined. A smile up to her ears. A glimmer in her eyes.
"Ok. Before you tell me why you are so overly happy, can we stand up first?" Chloe chuckled. "I don't want to squish your tiny figure." Beca pouted.
"I'm not tiny." Chloe stood up and held out her hand for Beca. "But you can't kill my happiness right now. Because this is just awesome." Beca held on to Chloe's hand after she was on her feet again.
"So, what is it that has you in such a good mood?" Beca cleared her throat, for dramatic purposes of course.
"Ready?" Chloe nodded and rolled her eyes. "Hey, don't you roll your eyes on me, that is my thing!" The redhead playfully hit Beca's arm.
"If you don't tell me now, Beca, I swear, I will-"
"I'M NOMINATED FOR A GRAMMY!"
"OH MY GOD!" Chloe pulled Beca immediately in for a tight hug. "Congratulations. I'm so happy for you."
"There's more..." Beca grinned. "You're coming with me. I want you there."
"Are you sure about that? I mean I'm fine with watching it on tv." Chloe knew that it was risky if she went with Beca outside. And to an award show with cameras and people everywhere. She wasn't sure if she could keep her hands off of Beca for that long.
"Chloe." Beca cupped Chloe's face with her hands, stroking it gently. "I want you there. I don't care what my label thinks, we just have to keep it low and be careful, okay? I need you there. I need my best friend, slash, girlfriend by my side. I want to share this moment with the most important person in my life." Chloe looked at Beca with so much admiration and leaned in until her lips met Beca's soft lips throwing her arms around her neck and pulling her closer until there was no air between them.
A few weeks later...
The rumors about Beca's love life grew only bigger, now speculating who Beca was dating. There were new guesses almost twice a week but Beca could only laugh and show it Chloe. "Look who I'm dating this week. He's good looking, I have to admit that." In the beginning Chloe joined Beca's laughter but after some time she just smiled hoping Beca would let that topic fall. Nothing was easier after Beca's confession, it was quite the opposite. She was followed 24/7 and Chloe felt locked up in their apartment. It was no difference, they always had limited the couple stuff to the apartment, but now it just felt different. Chloe was too aware of everything now.
"Hey. Earth to Chloe." Beca waved her hands in front of her face trying to get her attention.
"What? Sorry." Chloe sat at their kitchen table, a spoon in her cereal that didn't move for way to long. Beca chuckled and kissed her cheek.
"I was asking what we are going to get Amy and Bumper for their wedding. You know, a gift." Bumper and Amy were engaged since Amy's last college year but waited with the wedding after everything settled down. That took them now almost five years.
"Yeah, of course. Do we have to go?" Chloe stared at her cereal.
"They are our friends. Well, Amy is. It's their wedding, of course we have to." Beca pulled out her hand to grab Chloe's. "Is everything alright?" She just nodded still staring at the cereal, probably waiting for it to come to life. Beca had a feeling what this was about. Obviously, she noticed the change in her favorite redhead. The bubbly figure that was now quiet and sad way too often. Chloe stood up to throw away the cereal, Beca followed her movements."You know it's a private wedding?" Beca smirked. "Just close family and friends. We can do whatever we want." Beca put her arms around Chloe from behind laying her hands on the older girl's stomach and resting her head on her shoulder. "I could just do that all night long. Maybe a bit of that too." She kissed the skin between neck and the sweater Chloe wore which, by the way, was Beca's. "We could dance." Beca swayed her in her arms and began to hum. Chloe leaned into Beca, closed her eyes and smiled at the image of Beca and her slow dancing at Amy and Bumper's wedding.
The day of the wedding...
"Chlo, hurry up, we need to leave now to get there on time." Beca always needed to be on time. Not too early but never late. Chloe was just finishing her outfit in search of shoes that fit her blue dress. "Babe, you look beautiful. You already are stealing the bride's show with that dress."
"But I need fitting shoes." She pouted. Beca walked over to where her girlfriend was standing in front of her wardrobe and from behind laid her hands on her stomach.
"Why don't you just go with the classy black heels. I know you like heels because they will make your legs look longer but you're already taller than me. But that's fine. I can deal with that if we can go now." Chloe sighed and put on a pair of black heels.
"Fine. I'm ready. We can go." She grabbed her purse and they headed to the door. You are one of a kind, Chloe Beale, Beca thought to herself smiling and grabbing Chloe's hand before she could reach the door. She turned her girlfriend around and laid her lips on Chloe's for a short kiss.
"So... this is real now." Beca said as she sat down on the couch in what was now their own living room surrounded by stacks of moving boxes. They just moved into an apartment close to Beca's studio and the rest of the Bellas that had helped, had left a few seconds ago. Chloe was in their bathroom – their bathroom, that sounded nice – changing into something more comfortable.
"Well, you're stuck with me now." Chloe joked as she walked into the room wearing sweatpants, an old and big t-shirt and her glasses instead of her contact lenses. Her hair was in a messy bun and no makeup covered her face anymore. Beca smiled at the sight in front of her as Chloe plopped down beside her and she immediately pulled up Chloe's legs over her lap to make it more comfortable for the redhead. "What?" Chloe asked as she faced Beca's gaze.
"Nothing. Just admiring the view."
"I know this looks bad but I'm too exhausted from all the moving." Chloe immediately laid her glasses in her lap. It was not that Beca hadn't seen her like this before but Chloe always tried to avoid it. She wanted to look good for Beca, and for herself of course. But sometimes she just was too lazy or to exhausted to even try. Suddenly, Beca pulled her closer to herself so that she almost sat on her lap. While one hand caressed Chloe's cheek to make her look up, her other hand took the glasses from her lap and slowly put them back where they were.
"I like them." Beca smiled. "I wish you would wear them more often." She could still see the insecurities in Chloe's eyes and kissed her then trying to wash them away. "You're beautiful. With and without glasses." Chloe simply smiled showing Beca she had said the right words and pulled her in for a longer and more passionate kiss. After a few moments the kiss heated up to more with Chloe straddling Beca and Beca's hands under Chloe's t-shirt worshiping every part of her upper body.
"You know, we could take this to the bedroom." Chloe said in between kisses smirking.
"Well, this is our apartment now." Beca pulled Chloe's shirt over her head. "There is no one else here but us." She pulled a strand of hair behind Chloe's ear and smirked right back at her. "So why leave?"
At Amy and Bumper's wedding...
Just like Beca had said it was a small wedding at the beach, no more than 30 guests. And Beca kept her promise as she held tightly on to Chloe's hand that was intertwined with hers during the ceremony. It was a nice ceremony. Not as strange as expected but still had it's highlights, like the crocodile with which Amy walked down the aisle. Luckily their seats weren't directly at the isle and the crocodile had its mouth taped. But the rest of the night was beautiful.
Chloe had laid her head on Beca's shoulder and her arms thrown around her neck as they swayed to the slow song that was playing. Laying on Chloe's lower back was Beca's hand holding her closer so that there was no air between them.
"I missed this." Chloe whispered into Beca's ears. Her breath tickling against her skin. "Just us and no hiding." Chloe didn't even intend to add the last part knowing that Beca was probably going to feel guilty again, like always when this topic came up. She pulled back and looked Beca in the eyes. "I'm sorry. You know what I mean." Yeah, they had this conversation far too often. But Beca shook her head.
"No. You're right." Beca gave her a small smile. "And I'm working on it." She quickly added. "I just need a little more time." Chloe was surprised to say the least. She didn't know about this thing that Beca was planning. "I want to make you happy. You deserve to be happy. You just need to trust me." Beca said as she saw Chloe's confused look that luckily changed into a smile again.
"Do I want to know about it?" Chloe raised her eyebrows. "Should I want to know about it?" The brunette chuckled slightly and cupped the redhead's face with her hands.
"I love you. That's all you have to know." She softly laid her lips on to Chloe's for a meaningful kiss.
The next morning...
Beca was still asleep laying in bed with her head on Chloe's shoulder and an arm placed over her stomach holding onto her like her life depended on it, well maybe it did. Suddenly her phone started ringing and she woke up abruptly. Without wanting to wake up Chloe, she quickly but carefully got out of bed and immediately ran to her phone and answered.
"It's - " She looked at the clock on the wall in the living room where she quickly went to. " - 9 a.m. What the hell do you want?"
"Wow. Just woke up I guess." She recognized Amy's voice from the other side of the line and groaned.
"Amy... Why do you call?" Beca moved to the kitchen and started making a pot of coffee.
"So, your mood isn't so good."
"How did you guess?" Beca interrupted Amy with her remark and rolled her eyes.
"Still on for jokes I see. That means you haven't checked the news today, great!"
"Amy, what the hell are you talking about?" She tried to be calm but sometimes talking with Amy was nerve wrecking.
"So, you see for our wedding yesterday we hired a photographer." Amy began to speak very fast. "And we told him to not show himself because we wanted real photos and not posed ones. But he may have recognized you and made pictures of you and ginger and sold them to a magazine." The last part was almost unintelligible. Beca was shocked and immediately started looking for her laptop.
"You can't be serious." She whispered more to herself and turned it on the second she found it.
"He did it without my permission of course. I didn't know he had those pictures but I already set a lawyer on him. You know, the best one I could find." Beca already knew who that was going to be. "She is on her way to you, by the way." She was still in shock. This could not be happening. This was way too soon.
"Thanks Amy." She just said before she hung up not even waiting for a respond. Beca had to lean against a kitchen counter still not able to think. Dealing with problems was not a thing she was good at. Definitely not good at. And definitely not such big problems. Beca immediately found the website of the magazine that the photographer must have sold the pictures to as she found the courage to look it up on the internet. But these news were spreading fast and as she logged on to her twitter account it just exploded. So, everyone knew as it seemed. Everywhere she found the pictures of Chloe and herself holding hands, dancing together and of course kissing. She had to tell Chloe eventually. How should she tell this Chloe? Well, that's what she always wanted. A knock on the door interrupted her thoughts. As she opened the door just a tiny bit she immediately recognized the blonde woman standing there straight and tall.
"Aubrey."
"Surprised to see me?" She asked smirking.
"No, not at all. I called you to come over so, no." Beca replied. "But that was fast. I just hung up." Aubrey smiled clearly proud of that.
"A Posen is always there before you need one." Beca let Aubrey step into the apartment. "So, Chloe is not here?"
"No. Still at work. And she can't know about this, ok? Not until we've completely sorted this out." Beca and Aubrey sat down on the couch. "I don't want to get her hopes up if this doesn't work."
"But I can't promise you anything."
"I know. But it's a try." Beca smiled sadly. "Look, I promised you to make her happy. And she is not happy. I'm not blind, I can see that. But I know once this is done she will be happy again. She deserves to be happy and I will do everything I can." Aubrey sighed.
"This can take weeks, months or more. I don't know. I will do my best."
"Thank you, Aubrey."
The place next to her was empty, cold and unoccupied. Muffled voices fainted in and out as she drifted in and out of sleep. Head pounding, body aching and a hoarse throat. God, she clearly should stop drinking so much. Luckily the room was dark but she still heard people talking. She sat up, got out of bed, threw on some clothes she found on the floor and went for the door.
"How many of them have you reached yet?" She could hear Beca's voice in their living room. Confusion hit her. Today was her free day, no work, no appointments, just the two of them.
"Like... half of them, I guess. But I'm on it." Aubrey? Well, that was strange. She stepped out of their room and saw them sitting on the couch. Thousands of papers spread around the room. She took another step and grabbed one of the papers that laid on the ground.
"Hey Chloe." Aubrey said as she noticed the presence of the redhead who was still very confused about, well, all of it. The attention was now on her as she held up the paper in her hands.
"What is all this?" She asked. Beca was suddenly in front of her taking her hand in hers.
"I have to tell you something."