Beca Mitchell did not need this shit. She could not get the drunken blonde to wake up so she threw her over her shoulder to carry her to her door. The woman had on a very, very short dress and so she used her own jacket to cover the woman's backside so she was left with a modicum of decency.

She grabs the woman's purse and shoe and heads into her apartment building. She takes the elevator up to the 4th floor and finds the correct apartment. She knocks a couple of times and waits. There is no answer. She knocks again, only harder. Again, no answer.

"Shit," Beca thinks. "TJ has her keys."

She pulls out her phone and calls TJ. "Hey, dude," she says, "can you bring her keys up to Apt. 412? No one is answering-"

The door suddenly flies open and standing in front of Beca is a gorgeous redhead holding a bat. "It's 2:00 am. This had better be good!," the redhead yells.

"TJ, dude, just bring the keys up to 412 when you get the car put away," Beca says and hangs up the phone.

The redhead is staring at the brunette standing there with someone thrown over her shoulder. "Does this belong to you?," Beca asks.

"What?," the redhead says looking confused.

Beca turns around so the redhead can see the woman's face. "Does this belong to you?"

"Oh my God," the redhead exclaims. "Brey! What happened?"

"I'll be happy to tell you after I put her down somewhere," Beca said.

"Oh, right," said the redhead. "Would you mind putting her in her room? Just lay her on the bed and I'll take care of her."

"Lead the way," Beca told her.

Beca followed the redhead and was checking her out at the same time. This girl was hot. Beca tried not to stare at her ass but it was. . .perfect!

"Right in here," the redhead said.

Beca went into the room and removed her jacket from the blonde's backside. She handed the redhead the blonde's purse and shoe and then gently laid the blonde down on the bed. She followed the redhead back out into the living room. There was a knock at the door. The redhead froze. It was after 2:00 am after all.

Beca said, "That's probably TJ with your friend's keys."

Beca opened the door to the man since she was standing closest to it. "Here are the keys," the man said.

"Thanks, TJ," Beca said taking the keys. "Where did you leave the car."

"There was a parking tag on the rearview mirror so I put it in her spot," TJ said.

"Thanks, dude," Beca said. "I'll talk to you later. Be safe."

"No worries, Beca," TJ said and walked away.

Beca closed the door and handed a stunned looking redhead the keys. "So, what exactly happened and how did you come about bringing a drunk Aubrey home?," the redhead asked.

"So, her name is Aubrey," Beca said. "What's yours? Mine's Beca."

"Chloe," Chloe responded.

"Okay, Chloe," said Beca. "Here's what happened."

****90 minutes earlier****

Beca had finished her last set early since it was a Tuesday night. She was headed home when suddenly there was a woman in the road. She hit her brakes and swerved to avoid her. She managed to avoid hitting the woman and pulled safely over to the side of the road. She jumped out of her car and ran back to the woman who was still standing in the road.

"Hey," she called out. "Are you okay?"

The woman just turned and looked at her. "It appears that I have a tire that no longer has air in it."

Beca chuckled. A lot of words just to say you have a flat, but oh well. She gently took the woman's arm and led her over to the woman's vehicle for safety. She saw the flat and asked the woman if she needed help changing it.

"Why yes, my good lady," the blonde (who Beca now knows is Aubrey) said, "That would be most gracious of you."

Beca laughed again and decided that it would be safer to put Aubrey in her car while she changed the flat. She also decided that since Aubrey was very, very drunk that she would call her friend TJ to tow the woman's car to her home.

Beca placed the call to TJ and was told her would be there in less than half an hour. She then changed the tire and was putting the flat and the jack back in the car when TJ showed up.

"Hey, TJ," Beca said. "Thanks for doing this. I'm going to check her purse to get her address and then you can follow me. She fell asleep in my car and I don't think she's waking up any time soon."

And here we are.

****End Flashback****

"Wow," is all Chloe could say. "It was awfully kind of you to bring her home safely. We both owe you a huge debt of gratitude. Also, send us the towing bill and we'll take care of it."

"It's taken care of," Beca said. "No worries." She noticed Chloe was just staring at her.

"Um, is there something on my face?," she asked.

"I'm sorry," Chloe said shaking her head. "I just can't get over all that you did for a stranger."

"Well," Beca said. "I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I heard she had an accident or something. I lost my mom to a drunk driver and it sucks for everyone involved. No sense having someone else go through that if there's something I could do to prevent it."

"Would you like to come here for dinner one night?," Chloe asked. "I would like to thank you for everything you did tonight. I'm sure Aubrey would like to thank you as well."

"That's not necessary," Beca replied.

"I know it's not necessary," Chloe said. "I want to to do it."

Beca thought this would give her another chance to see the redhead again so she said, "Yes, that would be nice. Thank you."

"Are you free this Saturday?," Chloe asked. "We could do dinner at 7:30."

"That could work," Beca said. "I just need to leave no later than 9:30. I'm dj-ing and need time to get to the club and set up before my set. Why don't you and Aubrey plan to come to the club? I can get your names on the VIP list."

"I'd love to," Chloe said excitedly. "But we already made plans to go to Club Titanium with some of our college friends. We heard the DJ is really good. Maybe you know them - DJ Titanium B."

"I am very familiar with DJ Titanium B," Beca said with a smirk. "Actually, I am DJ Titanium B and I'm the DJ every Saturday night. Perks of being part owner of the club. Just give me the list of your friends and I'll put you all on the VIP list."

"Oh my God," Chloe yelled. "You're DJ Titanium B! I thought you looked familiar. I heard you last year at Club Mirage. You're amazing." Chloe had to stop herself from having a panic attack. THE DJ Titanium B was standing right in front of her; talking to her.

Beca blushed. "Um, so is that a yes?"

"Well, there are 10 of us," Chloe said. "Will it still be okay since there are so many of us? We were just going to wait in line with everyone else in the hope that we would get in."

"Like I said, I'm part owner so putting 10 of you on the list is no big deal," Beca said. "Can you send me the list of names by Thursday so I can provide it to security for the door?"

"Totes," Chloe said. "Give me your phone."

Beca took out her phone and put in the security code to unlock it. She handed it to Chloe. Chloe took it and put her number in it and texted herself so she would have Beca's number.

"There," Chloe said. "This is very generous of you, Beca."

"It's my pleasure," Beca said. "I really need to be going. I do have to work in the morning."

"Oh my gosh," Chloe said. "I'm so sorry for keeping you."

"It really is okay," Beca said with a smile. She turned and headed for the door with Chloe right behind her. She opened the door, turned to Chloe and said, "I'll see you Saturday at 7:30. Text me if you need me to bring anything."

Chloe smiled and said, "Definitely." As Beca started to turn and walk out the door, Chloe stopped her and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Good night, Beca," she said. "It was really great meeting you."

"You too," Beca said and left.

Chloe closed the door and let out a squeal. She couldn't wait to tell Aubrey what she missed.