Synopsis: (Sequel to Blind Love, though you don't have to read the fic to understand this one). Beca and Chloe have been married for five years. Unexpected complications prove to be too much to handle for the couple. Divorce seems the only logical thing to do but seeing as it's around Christmas time the last thing they want to do is tell their families the terrible news, so they both to decide that twelve days of pretending to be happy with one another won't change anything. However, the more time they spend together the closer they get, and the more they realize Christmas time truly is a special time of year.
A/N: Hello and welcome to the sequel (sort of) of "Blind Love." So yeah, this is just giving everyone a feel for what I have planned. Let me know if it's confusing at all with the flashbacks and the present time. I really hope you enjoy it so far and I am super excited to write it. Let me know your thoughts and leave me some feedback! Thanks guys.
"Beca, we can't go on doing this anymore."
"Doing what?"
"Pretending to be happy and in love when we're not."
"Chloe…what are you trying to say?"
"I…I want a divorce."
Divorce, a word people use when they want to end their marriage. Divorce was a word Beca had never really thought of. Divorce was what her parents went through when she was young, it was what ruined her life and almost completely pulled her away from ever wanting to commit to someone and get married. Then she met Chloe and completely changed her mind on marriage. Divorce was what couples would go through when they no longer loved each other and up until five days ago, divorce was a word Beca never thought she would hear come from Chloe's mouth.
Yet here she was, sitting at a bar with a beer in one hand and a cigarette in the other replaying the same conversation in her head over and over again. She wasn't really sure when it had all gone wrong. Actually that was a lie; deep down inside she knew she just never wanted to believe it. Though, maybe if she did believe it, maybe if she didn't just ignore it and assume it would eventually get better. She wouldn't be where she is, sitting at a bar alone, crying over her failed marriage.
Five years. Five years was not long enough to be married to someone as amazing as Chloe. Not when Beca had expected to spend the rest of her life with the woman. Growing old, having kids, raising those kids and then when said kids were old enough to go off to college, they could continue to grow old together.
Instead though, Beca would be growing old alone, without any kids, and without Chloe by her side to keep her company.
Who asks for a divorce two weeks before Christmas though? What kind of human does that sort of thing? What was Beca supposed to tell her family? Her mom, dad and sister all loved Chloe. Hearing the news would break their hearts. How was Beca supposed to break her family's heart right before the holiday that's considered to be "the most wonderful time of the year?"
How could Chloe want to break her heart like that? Christmas was always a special time to them. Not because it was such a lovable holiday, but because they developed so many memories throughout all their Christmas's together, good and bad.
-Christmas of 2013-
"My parents are so excited that we're spending Christmas with them." Chloe looked over at Beca, who had her eyes focused on the dark and snowy road ahead.
"That's great. Hopefully we make it there in one piece," Beca muttered. She flicked her high beams on and stared intently in front of her. All that could be seen in front of them was white though, everything was covered in white. "That just makes it worse," she sighed.
Chloe reached over and rested her hand on top of Beca's knee, smiling at her. "You're so cute when you're frustrated," she smirked.
"Chlo, I'm trying to not get us killed. How is that cute?" Beca groaned.
"Well for starters, driving with your high beams on isn't helping, so turn them off." Chloe pointed out.
Beca sighed as she flicked them back off. "Okay, that's a tad better," she mumbled.
"And it's cute because you're cute, so whatever you do is cute." Chloe smirked.
"Stop being lame," Beca looked over at her girlfriend and smiled.
"I can't help it; you just bring out the lameness in me." She stuck her tongue out.
"Whatever you say Bunbun," Beca laughed as Chloe reached out and playfully smacked her. "Careful, don't hit the driver in a middle of a blizzard!" Beca flinched as Chloe raised her hand one more time.
"Good point," Chloe laughed. "Though, with the way you drive. I can't see anything terrible happening to us," she grinned.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Beca raised an eyebrow, quickly looking over at the other woman.
"My eighty year old grandmother drives more hard-core than you do," Chloe giggled.
"Have you seen the weather outside? It's like Rudolph the red nosed reindeer shit," Beca glared at her.
Chloe snorted. "I'm just messing babe; I really appreciate how safe of a driver you are." She smiled.
"Shut up," Beca muttered.
"I'm for serious; my family will appreciate you getting us there alive." Chloe leaned over and pressed her lips to Beca's cheek.
"Well if you keep kissing me that may not happen." Beca blushed as she felt the butterflies rise up in her stomach.
"Aw, is my kissing distracting you?" Chloe smiled deviously.
"Chlo…I know that look. Whatever you're thinking, don't." Beca's eyes trailed over to the other woman who suddenly burst out into laughter.
"Don't worry; I wasn't going to try anything. I just think it's awesome that a year later, we can still give each other butterflies," she smiled.
Beca looked over at Chloe and gave her a tiny smile. "Yeah," she started. "Yeah it is pretty awesome." Beca removed a hand from the steering wheel and intertwined hers and Chloe's fingers. "And I think ten years from now you'll still have the same effect on me," she whispered. She brought Chloe's hand to her mouth and gently pressed her lips to it.
-Present, 2019-
Beca cussed to herself as she fumbled with her key, standing at her front door. She took a deep breath and finally fit the correct key into the hole. She quietly opened the door and snuck inside. She was just removing her last shoe when a light flicking on startled her.
"Drunk again?" Chloe came down the stairs, glaring at her.
"Does it matter?" Beca sighed. She already knew where the conversation was heading and she was not in the mood for it.
"Of course it matters, it's pretty inconsiderate of you to just go out drinking and not even have the decency to tell me where you are." Chloe finished walking down the stairs and was now standing directly in front of the other woman.
"I'm sorry but I figured you wouldn't really care where I was. I mean you're the one who asked for a divorce, that usually says you don't care about someone anymore," Beca shot out.
Chloe scoffed as she rolled her eyes. "You know Beca…" She paused as she stared at the other woman. She took a deep breath and slowly exhaled calming her nerves. "Never mind," she shook her head. She turned around and began walking back up the stairs, stopping half way. "We need to talk tomorrow when you're sobered up."
"What's left to talk about, Chloe? A divorce is as far as we can go here, so really what's left that's so important you have to wait until I'm sober to say to me." Beca's heart raced as she waited for the other woman to reply.
"My mom called, we'll talk tomorrow and discuss it." Chloe finished before continuing her way up the stairs.
Beca clenched her fists as she stood perfectly still. The last two days had been really hard on her and having to see Chloe constantly wasn't helping. She was thankful for the spare bedroom in their small two bedroom house. This way, she wasn't forced to sleep in the same room as her too.
Beca slowly stumbled her way up the stairs, holding the rail to help keep her balanced. She approached the spare bedroom and rested her hand on the doorknob, looking behind her at the other room. The room Chloe was currently sleeping in, the room that she and Chloe used to call their own.
She opened the door and gently shut it behind her as she felt tears developing in her eyes. Her heart hurt, and not in a heart attack kind of way. She was heartbroken, she never thought anything could hurt her this bad, but knowing she would be losing the love of her life sure was doing it for her.
She fell forward onto her bed, digging her head into her pillow as she let the tears pour from her. Not crying in front of Chloe was becoming increasingly hard and she swore to herself, she would never let her wife see exactly how much damage she was causing her.
Beca sniffled as she turned onto her back, staring at the ceiling. This Christmas was really going to be hard and as much as she wanted to be with her family, she much rather would be with Chloe. Sadly though, that was no longer an option for her.
Beca turned her head and stared at a frame sitting on top of the nightstand. She grabbed it and brought it to her face, staring at it, at how happy she and Chloe had looked in it. A smile crept on her face as the memory of that Christmas had come back into play. It was their first Christmas, and the one Christmas Beca would never forget.
-Christmas of 2013-
Beca shivered and crossed her arms as she stepped out of the car and ran towards the trunk. Chloe laughed as she heard the other woman cussing.
"What's wrong babe?" Chloe frowned. She approached her girlfriend from behind and wrapped her arms around her.
"It's fucking freezing outside, that's what's wrong. My tiny body isn't made for this sort of weather." Beca leaned backwards into Chloe's hold.
"You'll learn to love the snow, I promise. The thing I miss most about living in Chicago is the snow." Chloe mumbled against her cheek. "I remember when I was a kid, my parents used to have to carry me inside if there was snow. I refused to leave, I loved snow…I still do," she sighed.
Beca grabbed and unwrapped Chloe's arms, turning around to face her. "What's your favorite part about snow?" She smiled at how happy Chloe had looked.
Chloe pursed her lips as she thought to herself. "Hm, I honestly can't decide. Everything is amazing about it. I love snowball fights, I love sledding, skiing, I love going for walks and just admiring how beautiful everything looks when it's covered in snow. I love sitting by a fire after coming from outside and drinking hot chocolate." Beca watched as Chloe's eyes lit up as she continued on. "I love Christmas lights, I love when it's cold outside, having someone to keep you warm." She smiled as she felt Beca's hands grab a hold of her waist and pull her in close to her. "I love ice skating, and I especially love building snowmen. But I guess my favorite thing though…" Chloe slowly leaned in, shutting her eyes as she pressed her lips to Beca's.
She pulled back, smirking. "Is doing this," Chloe grabbed a handful of snow from the back of the car and shoved it down Beca's back.
Beca jumped out of her skin as she felt the cold sensation slowly melt its way down her back. "Chloe," she yelled. Chloe giggled as she quickly ran away when Beca quickly leapt for her. Beca nearly slipped when she went to grab the redhead, but Chloe had quickly dodged her. She regained her balance and dove right for her, knocking them both into the snow.
Chloe lied on her back with Beca on top of her. Beca grabbed a huge clump of snow and smashed it over her head. "Beca," Chloe whined. "That's cold." She laughed as she tried to shove the other woman off of her.
"Nice try, you're not going anywhere." Beca used all her force to keep Chloe in place. Both girls laughed hysterically as they wrestled in the snow. Eventually they both relaxed as they caught their breath. Beca stared into Chloe's eyes, smiling. Snowflakes were rested on her eyelashes, making her eyes that more beautiful. Beca brought her thumb up to Chloe's eyelashes and wiped the snow from them. She smiled as she leaned forward, kissing her. They both lied in the snow as they kissed one another passionately. If it wasn't for the snow and Chloe's mom, things could have heated up quite quickly.
"Are you girls okay?" Chloe's mom opened the door and watched them. Beca nearly jumped up from Chloe when she heard the other woman.
"Yeah mom, we're fine sorry." Chloe laughed when she saw Beca's face scrunch in embarrassment.
"I was worried you two weren't going to make it in time for dinner," Chloe's mom smirked as she watched both women grab their bags from the trunk of the car.
"It's Christmas Eve; we wouldn't have missed it for anything." Chloe smiled as she approached her mom. She dropped her bags and grabbed her into a hug. "I missed you," Chloe mumbled against her mom's shoulder.
"I missed you too sweetie. Where's your other half?" She pulled back and smiled as Beca approached her, still embarrassed by what had just happened.
"Hi Mrs. Beale," Beca stood still in front of her. She could never truly get over how much Chloe looked like her mother. Both had red hair and crystal blue eyes. The only difference was Chloe was much shorter than her mother; she got her height from her father.
"Beca, what did I say about calling me that? Call me Joanne." She smiled. "And don't worry about what just happened you two are a couple. I would be worried if you guys didn't do those sorts of things." She held her arms out and waited for Beca to give her a hug.
"Great," Beca muttered. Chloe laughed and shoved her forward.
"Quit being a loser," she smiled as she watched her girlfriend and mother hug.
"I missed you as well, Beca." Joanne pulled back and wiped some snow off of Beca's shoulders. "Now come inside and get warm, everyone is waiting to see you guys!" Joanne moved aside and gestured for both women to enter.
Beca sighed in relief as she stepped through the door. Something about being with Chloe's family had always felt nice to her. They were all so welcoming and warm. From the second they met Beca they had treated her nothing short of a daughter. Beca truly was excited to officially be a part of their family one day.
-Present-
Beca woke up, her head was pounding and her mouth was dry. She groaned as she slowly got out of her bed and headed downstairs. Coffee was the first thing that was on her mind as she headed towards the kitchen. She walked inside and ducked her head when she saw Chloe sitting at the table reading a magazine, sipping on her tea.
"Finally up I see," Chloe muttered as she kept her eyes on the magazine.
"You could say that." Beca rolled her eyes as soon as her back was towards the other woman.
"You reek of cigarettes and beer." Chloe had felt the need to point out.
"Duly noted, thanks for the heads up." Beca sighed. She reached into the top cupboard and grabbed a large mug. She walked over to the coffee pot and began brewing herself some.
"So," Chloe rested her magazine onto the table and finally looked up at Beca. "We need to talk," she finished.
"You can talk; I can't promise I'll listen though." Beca walked over to the sink and turned the water on. She started washing dishes, not wanting to focus on whatever Chloe was about to say to her.
"Typical," Chloe scoffed and shook her head. "My mom called me last night…" Chloe started.
"And how did she take the news?" Beca turned the sink off and finally faced the redhead. She was legitimately curious. Beca knew that Chloe's mom had actually really loved her, and to Beca the feeling was mutual. With Chloe's entire family it was mutual. They had always gotten along and they never once made Beca feel out of place.
"I didn't tell her…" Chloe watched Beca cautiously, waiting to see her reaction.
"Oh?" Beca was thrown off by Chloe's reply.
"I wanted to talk to you before we told anyone, assuming you haven't told your family yet."
"I haven't," Beca replied.
"Well I was thinking since it is Christmas time, maybe we could wait till after Christmas to tell them? I know it sounds kind of crazy and what not but my mom was really excited on the phone and she's really looking forward to us coming. I really didn't want to hurt her right before Christmas. I figured you and I have been basically faking this marriage the last nine months, what's another twelve days going to do?" Chloe cleared her throat as she raised the magazine back to her face, not wanting to see Beca's reaction.
"The only reason why I would agree to this is because I really love your family, and my family really loves you. I don't think it's right we break the news to them this close to Christmas." There was that feeling again, Beca's heart breaking all over again.
"So what do you think then? Think you could pretend to love me for another twelve days or is that going to be too hard for you?" The hurt in Chloe's voice was clear, and stabbed Beca right in her heart.
Pretend to love her? Beca never pretended to love Chloe. Beca had loved Chloe for the last six years and that had never once come close to changing. Even now, when Chloe turned into a cold hearted bitch towards her, Beca still loved her. She would love Chloe Mitchell until the day she died.
"Fine," Beca muttered. "I'll call my mom and dad later on today and let them know we'll be coming this weekend." Beca turned away from Chloe as she felt the tears coming back to haunt her once again.
"So what, four days with your mom, four days with your dad and then four days with my parents?" Chloe asked.
"That's what we usually do is it not?" Beca brought her thumb to her eyes and wiped the tears that were creeping out the corners of them.
"Okay, I'll let my mom know as well then." Chloe got up from the table and watched Beca closely as Beca continued to stand with her back facing her. Chloe rolled her eyes. "Well this was a fun chat. I'll see you after work," Chloe sighed. She then walked out of the room leaving Beca alone, crying once again.
Chloe wiped a tear as she quickly walked up the stairs, far away from Beca. She ran into the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror, staring at herself. As she turned the sink on to wash her face, the engagement ring on her finger caught her eyes. She pulled it off and stared at it, a tiny smile moulded her face as she thought back to the day Beca had given it to her.
-Christmas 2013-
Chloe tossed in her bed as she heard a loud noise in the room she and Beca were sharing. She reached her arm out and went to grab a hold of her girlfriend. Her eyes snapped open when she felt nothing beside her. She looked around the room as she heard another loud bang.
"What the hell?" Chloe rubbed her eyes, still being confused by where the noise was coming from. She took her time as she sat up in bed, throwing her legs over the edge. She rubbed her eyes and yawned. Another loud bang nearly made her jump. She looked over at the window across from the bed, and saw snow all over it. Chloe slowly approached it, jumping back when a snowball hit it. She stood in front of it and barely could see outside from all the snow covering it. She sighed as she unlocked the top of it and pulled it open. Sticking her head outside she nearly fell out when she saw what was in front of her.
"Merry Christmas Chloe," Beca smiled as she looked up at her girlfriend.
Two snowmen stood in front of her, holding a banner. Chloe squinted as she read over it. Her heart jumped out of her chest when she realized what it had said.
"Merry Christmas me, Bunbun?" was written in red on it.
A huge grin took up Chloe's face as she backed away from the window. She quickly opened the bedroom door and ran down the stairs as fast as she could. She slipped on the first pair of boots she found and ran outside, forgetting about a jacket. Beca grinned when she saw Chloe running towards her. Her grin quickly disappeared when Chloe tackled her into the snow, making them both go flying.
"Ouch," Beca groaned. "We really need to stop doing that." She breathed out as she felt the weight of the other woman on top of her. Chloe pulled back and quickly kissed her, not allowing her to say anymore.
"So is that a no? I've never done this before and without actual words coming from your mouth, I can only assume the worst." Beca mumbled against her lips.
"Shut up," Chloe choked out laughter. "Yes, yes, yes, yes." Chloe kissed her again and again with each yes that escaped her lips.
Beca's heart leapt in joy when it had really hit her. Chloe had said yes, Chloe was now her fiancé.
Chloe finally broke the kiss and got up from Beca, pulling her up. Beca shook all the snow off of her and reached into her jacket pocket.
"So this is part of the package deal I guess?" Beca pulled out a box and opened it, holding it in front of Chloe. Chloe's eyes sparkled as she stared at the ring in front of her. Tears fell from her eyes when she grabbed Beca once again and hugged her tightly.
"Chlo, I can't breathe. We won't be able to get married if I'm dead," Beca choked out. Chloe pulled back and smacked her.
"You're not allowed to propose to me and then die on me. I'll kill you myself if you do that," she grinned.
Beca shook her head. "I plan on being with you for sixty more years before I even think of drying, don't worry." She smirked.
Chloe grabbed her once again, and kissed her. Her breath hitched as she felt Beca's hands tug her closer, wrapping themselves around her waist.
"Oh my god," a voice snapped them both from their thoughts. They both looked back and saw Chloe's mother standing at the front door again. "It's about damn time," Joanne ran down the steps to both girls.
"Mom," Chloe laughed.
"What? A year is a long time for someone as impatient as me, someone who is extremely excited for another daughter." She smiled as she grabbed both Beca and Chloe into a hug.
The three of them hugged before Chloe pulled back and broke away. She looked behind her, back at the snowmen.
"I can't believe you proposed to me using a pun," she shook her head.
Beca smirked. "I got mad moves, yo." She stuck her tongue out.
"You do," Chloe whispered as she once again closed the distance between them, kissing her. "That's one of the reasons I fell in love with you," she pulled back and smiled. "I love you so much Beca Eugene Mitchell."
Beca scrunched her face. "Really? You middle named me?" She laughed. "I love you too Chloe Patricia Beale. Forever and always until the day I die, I will always love you." Beca grabbed Chloe and pulled her towards her, pressing their lips together again.
That was the moment Beca promised herself she would spend the rest of her life showing Chloe just how much she meant to her, and really, she meant it. Though sometimes in life things happen and things change, whether you see it coming or not and if you don't catch it in time, it could take you by surprise and ruin what you thought would last forever.
A/N: I know it probably hurts and a lot of you are sad, but I promise it will get better. They will have a happy ending (obviously). Thanks for reading guys!