AN: Hello! This is the first of a series of one shots based on and around songs by the lovely and talented Ke$ha, written by Liz of kendricked/ kendrickulous and Mary of kendrickyoulittleshit. We hope everyone has as much fun reading as we do writing!

Beca furrowed her brow in concentration and highlighted another part of the mix she was dissecting. It was amusing, Chloe thought, how the tiny brunette's brow crinkled and her bottom lip jutted out a bit in thought. It was also fascinating, how careful and precise slender fingers glided across the keyboard to adjust the beats and melodies so they blended together perfectly. Beca was a force to be reckoned with in her field, and Chloe had known that from the first mashup she'd managed to weasel out of her.

Chloe shifted uncomfortably from her seat at her desk. Her grad school notes weren't simply captivating her anymore (like they ever really did) the way the dark eye-lined, sarcastic, flannel-clad girl was across the room curled up with her laptop. Beca's hair fell in some sort of perfect messy disarray around her shoulders, a Mitchell trademark that only she looked attractive in. The heavy eyeliner framing her eyes only enhanced their deep blue tint. Her flannel was rolled up to her elbows sloppily, like a five year old did it, and there was a bit of a black tank top revealing itself through the top of the flannel she'd left unbuttoned. The worst of the matter seemed to be how completely oblivious Beca was to the way this could affect people. "People" being Chloe. The little shit. The attractive little shit, Chloe corrected. The whole image was so ridiculously frustrating that Chloe bit her lip and sighed in frustration.

Just before Chloe forfeited and practically pounced on the DJ, she had an idea. She raised her arms briefly, stretching out the aches of being a diligent student tied to a desk chair. She got up with a smirk that could've rivaled the legendary Mitchell "smark" (that's what Chloe called it, a mashup of "smirk" and "snark"; she had been so proud of herself that she informed Beca of this new terminology, which she responded with an exaggerated eye roll and a smile that she couldn't hide fast enough from the redhead) and plopped down next to Beca on their worn down couch.

"Hey," Beca said without looking up.

Chloe put on a poker face as she moved her plan into action. "Hey. What're you workin' on, babe?"

Beca bit her lip as she adjusted the bass slightly. The giant headphones wrapped around her heavily pierced ears seemed to have drowned out all other noises; Beca was in her own world where she could manipulate and create her own soundtrack. Chloe looked down at the screen briefly to see an assortment of Ke$ha and Lady Gaga songs riddling the screen.

"I was thinking of dancing around naked to Gangnam Style you wanna join in?" Chloe yelled, testing the headphones's strength. No reply.

Chloe slid in closer, pressing into Beca's side. A hand slid to Beca's thigh as the other gently picked up one side of the headphones so she could lean in, lips grazing Beca's ear as she whispered, "Fuck her she's a DJ."

Beca's eyes took a second to pop as the words registered and she spluttered, "W-what?"

Chloe removed the headphones completely as she kissed the spot below Beca's ear and whispered, voice a little rough this time, "I said, fuck her she's a DJ."

Beca's eyes widened as she feebly tried to resume working, but Chloe was at her neck, pressing kisses down its length, and Beca cleared her throat awkwardly. "Chlo I'm trying to I'm uh-" Beca struggled to maintain her understanding of the English language as Chloe's lips found her collarbone.

"-feeding me this hot track?" Chloe finished for her, bringing her head up to find Beca's eyes, a mix of surprise and disappointment that Chloe had stopped.

"You," Beca narrowed her eyes, "are totally NOT quoting Ke$ha at me right now."

Chloe grinned wickedly in response as she turned and grabbed Beca by the shoulders, lowering her down onto her back on the couch as their lips connected, Beca allowing her to deepen the kiss.

Chloe broke away to sing softly, "I-I-I-I know what I've got on my mind."

"You're such a hipster pop nerd," Beca said breathlessly. Her hands found Chloe's belt loops and she gave them a little tug to bring her closer. "It's a wonder anyone can stand you. No one knows that Ke$ha song."

"You do," Chloe answered, leaning down again, giving Beca a gratuitous view down her shirt. "And all night long she's got the beat." Beca's accompanying eye roll was cut short as her eyes closed at the feel of lips pressed against her jaw. Chloe pulled back, grinning at how effectively she stopped the snark and continued to sing, "She playin' that song it works for me."

Beca wrapped her arms around Chloe's neck and pulled her head down closer to hers. "Chlo?"

"Mmm?"

"You really need to shut up," Beca breathed as she crashed their lips together, Chloe's hips pressing down slightly harder as the kiss deepened.

Chloe broke them apart to continue, "Now she's loving me up, with the bassline phat-" but was quickly cut off by Beca's mouth on hers.

"It's not an aphrodisiac, quoting this song like that," Beca said breathlessly.

"Really?" Chloe raised an eyebrow. "I'd say-" she kissed Beca's neck. "It's pretty effective."

"'Effective'? What is this, Pokemon?" Beca grinned in spite of herself.

"No Bec, I don't have any balls on me," Chloe laughed. "So I can't catch the legendary elusive MitchBitch Pokemon."

Beca smacked Chloe's shoulder. "You are such a nerd."

That only made Chloe laugh harder, so much so that she nearly snorted, which caused Beca to unwillingly start giggling uncontrollably. After Chloe finally controlled her laughter in Beca's shoulder, she propped herself up to smile at her girlfriend.

Suddenly Beca's face was serious, "So like, are you gonna be like 'Chloe Beale' with the C as a cent sign and whatever now? I don't think Ke$ha would appreciate people trying to steal her sickeningly glittery image."

"Yeah and one of the e's are gonna be a '3'," Chloe replied, "But I still brush my teeth with a tube of toothpaste because I still want to promote good dental hygiene unlike my Jack Daniels wielding inspiration."

"Ah ok good to know you won't reek of alcohol all the time."

"Like you would notice. When's the last time you washed that flannel?"

"Well joke's on you," Beca grinned. "It's yours."

"Stop stealing my stuff!" Chloe hit her arm playfully. "You thief!"

"I have to keep up with your now sketchy, implied illegal activity ridden image now, Miss Cent sign-H-L-zero-three."

"Wow please don't," Chloe leaned in. "I think you just melted my grammar nazi brain."

"Look, you're having your scheduled celebrity meltdown already!" Beca deadpanned. "Smart, getting it out of the way early. Not as public."

"Watch it, Mitchell. I can leave."

"Buuut," Beca shot her a mischievous grin. "I never wanna stop; I don't wanna give her up."

"Don't use that song against me," Chloe feigned a hurt expression.

"Oops," Beca smirked, and Chloe leaned down to ensure that the smug look playing on Beca's lips didn't last too long.