So this idea came to me when I was sat at work listening to the song You Call Me a Bitch Like it's a Bad Thing by Halestorm, in fact the story has grown around a few songs on their albums which I suggest people go and check out because they are awesome! After writing a Beca/Chloe oneshot earlier this week I was eager to get stuck into this story as quickly as possible and this chapter materialized very quickly so I thought I'd publish it and see what you guys thought.

So without further ado I present Chapter 1! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: all characters and familiar settings belong to Universal, I'm just playing around with them for my own, and hopefully your, pleasure!

You Call Me a Bitch Like it's a Bad Thing

Chapter 1

You call me a bitch like it's a bad thing,

You call me a freak like that means something

Can't get your way so you're sulking

I think we know the rest

Get it off your chest

I don't give a shit

I love it when you call me a bitch like it's a bad thing

Beca Mitchell was a bitch. Everyone knew it. The small brunette was infamous around Barden University Campus; this was partly due to her being the daughter of Dr Mitchell, comparative literature professor and one of the most respected at the university. It was no secret to the student population that Dr Mitchell and his daughter had a strained relationship, there had been many instances where students had gone to speak to Dr Mitchell, opened his office door only to be confronted with their professor shouting at his daughter who was more often than not shouting back, rearing up on the balls of her feet like an angry snake. Their arguments, what little people heard before they were forced to retreat for fear of having the young woman throw something at them, seemed to revolve mostly around music, Beca Mitchell liked to DJ, a hobby not appreciated by her father.

Beca Mitchell didn't just argue with her father, she argued with her professors, she argued with her fellow students. There were very few people who had come into contact with the feisty brunette who hadn't come away without a verbal lashing, in the year she had been at Barden she now had a reputation that preceded her wherever she went, don't engage Beca Mitchell in conversation unless you were willing to get your head bitten off.

The other reason Beca Mitchell was infamous was the women, ever since she had arrived at Barden University the brunette had made no secret of the fact that she liked women, and she was despite her reputation very popular with them. Not a week went by without another story cropping up of a girl who had succumbed to the charms of the young DJ, and woken up the next morning to find a cold space in the bed next to them, no girl seemed to have ever held her attention for longer than a few days at most. Surprisingly it seemed that Beca could be charming when she wanted to be, but it was clear that this nice act lasted long enough to get girls into bed before it disappeared as quickly as it had arrived.

Despite all the talk about Beca Mitchell on campus there were very few people who knew anything more than rumours, for the most part she kept herself to herself, interacting with very few people on a regular basis. Her friends were few and far between and any that were could never be coerced into saying anything about their friend, it was probably this that made people so interested in Beca Mitchell.

XXXXXX

"You promised!" Dr Mitchell sighed heavily and rubbed his eyes before planting his hands down on his desk. Across the desk his daughter glared back at him, the scowl more pronounced by the thick line of black eyeliner that ringed her eyes.

"I've kept my promise!" Beca replied haughtily. "I've stuck it out at this stupid college for a whole fucking year!"

"Watch your language." Dr Mitchell warned, Beca rolled her eyes and crossed her arms across her chest in a show of defiance that he had been seeing in her since she was five years old. "You have barely scraped by this year, our deal did not include you getting into regular arguments with your teachers, minimum pass grades in your work, not to mention the women."

"The women?" Beca arched an eyebrow and tapped her foot on the ground softly, a warning sign that her anger levels were rising.

"I hear things." Warren said, seeing his daughter bristle he changed his tack. "But that's not what we're talking about here, our deal also included you joining a club. Only when you've done a year of that would I let you swan off to LA." He stared his daughter down as she met his gaze with a steely one of her own.

"Why do I have to do this?!" Beca demanded, throwing her hands out. "I know what it is I want to be doing, and trust me it's not sitting in a stuffy lecture theatre listening to some poxy professor drone on about something that I quite frankly don't give a damn about."

This time it was her father's turn to bristle. "Just because you have no interest in academia does not give you the right to belittle my career." He pointed at his chest for emphasis.

"If you know I have no interest in academia then why are you pushing for me to get this degree?! And join a stupid club."

"Because you need to integrate." Her father replied coming round the desk. "You haven't made any effort to get to know people since…" he stopped at the look the Beca gave him, a glare so cold that he almost felt his heart freeze.

"We are not talking about that. I. Am. Fine." She emphasised the last three words with cold, clear precision. Her father opened her mouth but Beca spoke up, cutting him off. "No, you don't get to be a shit father for years and then try and care because you feel guilty."

"Fine." Dr Mitchell could feel the anger rising in him at his daughter's stubbornness. "But you will join a club, and you will stick with it at least until the end of this year, or you can kiss LA goodbye." He drew himself up to his full height and returned Beca's cold glare with one of his own. "I will cut you off, and trust me you won't get far without money." The threat was the most extreme he had ever thrown at her, but he was desperate and was clasping at straws to keep his daughter with him, even though he knew she had been slipping away from him for years. Beca's scowl deepened and for a moment he thought that she was going to argue some more.

Instead she appeared to bite her tongue. "Fine." She said finally, her tone flat and emotionless. Without another word she turned on her heel and marched from the room, slamming the door so hard that the glass pane rattled in its frame. Dr Mitchell watched her go, the cold look in his eyes fading to be replaced by a look of longing, a longing for the little girl who had disappeared many years ago.

"Can you fucking believe him?!" Beca fumed, slamming a CD so hard into its slot on the shelf she heard the case crack. On the other side of the shelves Jesse raised his eyebrows as she slotted his own CD into its place with extra care. "I mean, I've done everything he wanted, I came to this stupid college, I've stuck it out for a year, what good is joining a stupid club going to do?!" Beca continued her rant, moving to another set of shelves, rattling the CD's in frustration.

"Aren't you going to say anything?!" Beca's demanded, leaning round the shelves to scowl at her best friend.

"I've been waiting for you to take a breath so I can get a word in edgeways, but apparently you don't need air to breathe anymore, so I was just waiting until the end of time for my turn to speak." He didn't look up from stacking, but he knew that Beca's scowl had deepened and she was more than likely flipping him off. "What's so bad about joining a club anyway?" he asked, slotting the last CD onto the shelf and moving to lean against the shelf where Beca was working. "You joined the radio station."

"I don't have to see or talk to anyone at the radio station. Except you."

"You flatter me." Jesse fluttered his eyelashes and placed a hand over his heart. Beca shot him a look that with anyone else would have sent them scurrying away, but Jesse only laughed and leaning over pushed her shoulder with one hand. "You can't surely be this angry just because he asked you to join a club? What else happened?"

Beca pursed her mouth. "He tried to talk about it again today." She replied finally, voice low. Jesse's expression shifted from laughter to concern instantly and reaching out he laid a hand on her shoulder, giving her a reassuring squeeze. Beca tolerated the contact for little over three seconds before she shrugged him off, Jesse moved away, unfazed by the brunette's sharpness.

Jesse had been the first person that Beca had met when she arrived at Barden, or more appropriately bumped into. She had been walking through the quad, lost in a new song for a mix that she was working on when she had collided with Jesse, who had been coming in the other direction, equally as lost in a video he was watching on his phone, said phone had gone flying out of his face and unfortunately for him, smacked Beca in the face.

The look the small brunette had levelled at him had turned him cold from the inside out and he had stammered out an apology. Fortunately for him Beca was late to a meeting with her father, so she had to make do with just growling at him throwing one last dark look his way and storming off, leaving the young man looking after her not sure whether he was terrified of the small bundle of anger, or intrigued.

The pair had run into each other again that very night at a party that Beca had been forced into going to with some of the people in her dormitory, if she'd have had her own way she'd have been in her room, working on her laptop, but she had promised her father that she would try and socialise at least once. So that was how she found herself standing in the corner of a room, surrounded by drunk college freshman, sipping at a bottle of beer, she had been perfectly content to spend another hour standing where she was before sneaking out and heading home when one of the drunk freshman had broken away from the pack and come to lean against the wall next to her.

Jesse had been very eager to make up for his earlier slip up, apologising profusely to the silent girl who still said nothing, but just regarded him with an arched eyebrow, waiting for him to stop babbling, which he did eventually. Luckily for him she had decided that she should try and interact with at least one person that night so she humoured his attempts at conversation, listening to him wax lyrical about how he wanted to score movies for a living. She had learnt years ago the art of nodding in all the right places and making all the appropriate noises, and because of this two hours had passed before Beca had a chance to even think about getting away.

Unfortunately for Jesse the amount of alcohol he had consumed meant that his senses weren't as sharp as they might have been, as such he wasn't able to realise that Beca was not quite as interested in what he had to say as he thought she was. It also contributed to his very misguided attempt to try and kiss her.

That was when Beca had punched him in the face.

She had apologised, a rare event in itself, but that hadn't happened until the next day when she'd had time to calm down, she'd tracked him down outside one of his classes to apologise, he'd looked terrified to see her and she couldn't blame him, his eye had already turned a nasty shade of purple and for a moment Beca had actually felt bad. He had accepted her apology with grace, shrugging it off by complementing her right hook, and it was in that moment that a friendship had formed, the first Beca had had in a long time.

Beca finished sorting through her stack of CD's and hoisted herself up onto one of the tables in the radio studio, Jesse leant next to her watching her carefully. "Do you want to…?"

"No I don't want to talk about it." Beca cut him off, not unkindly. "I just want to get this year over with so I can be away from here." She took a deep breath. "And apparently that means I have to join a club."

"This is a 'travesty'!" Chloe sang the last word of her sentence as she looked round the packed quad, ignoring the look of annoyance that Aubrey shot her way.

"Just take the dramatics down a notch." Aubrey's own voice gave away her nervousness and she walked round the table and thrust another flyer into a girls face as she walked past. Chloe followed her, wincing as Aubrey apologised to the girl, who had almost fallen over in her attempt to get away from the Bella's captain.

"It's going to be fine," Aubrey reassured her. "I am confident that we will find eight super-hot girls with bikini ready bodies who can harmonize and have perfect pitch." Another two girls passed without even so much as glancing at the piece of paper that Aubrey shook at them, huffing in annoyance she stuffed the flyers on Chloe's clipboard muttering. "Just keep flyering, we have tradition to uphold."

"How about we just get good singers?" Chloe asked, and immediately wished she hadn't when Aubrey launched into another lecture about what makes a 'true Bella'.

Beca hadn't bother to attend the Barden University activities fair in her first year, she had been much more interested in the blonde she had picked up at a bar the night before who had just pulled her into the shower to be bothered about something so trivial. Now as she walked across the grass casting lazy glances at the different stalls that were trying to get her attention she stood by her decision of the year before, only this year she had no choice. There had to be something here that she could join, something that would allow her to put in minimal effort but would keep her father off her back for the whole year until she could escape.

Ten minutes later and after a mildly embarrassing run in with the 'Barden DJ's' Beca decided that she'd had enough of the activities fair. "God I need a drink." She mumbled, running a hand through her hair.

Chloe's bright blue eyes scanned the quad, trying to spot girls who fitted Aubrey's version of a perfect 'Bella', there were plenty who had the body and the looks, but whether or not they had the voice was a different story. Chloe prided herself on her upbeat nature and not allowing herself to be intimidated by a challenge, she wouldn't have survived any time with Alice, the previous captain of the Bella's if she did, but even Chloe was daunted by the uphill struggle that faced the Bella's. After Aubrey's little 'incident' as she insisted it be called, they were the laughing stock of the a cappella world with little chance of rebuilding their reputation if they couldn't find any girls to replace the ones who had graduated.

Scratching her head the redhead allowed a small frown to crease her forehead between her eyes as she listened to Aubrey pitch the Bella's to another group of girls who were having a hard time restraining their giggles. Chloe waited for Aubrey to cotton on that the girls were messing with her before she grabbed her best friend's elbow and tugged her back to the table. "We are floundering here." She whispered. "How many do we have signed up?"

"Apart from Fat Amy?!" Aubrey snorted, her disdain for the odd Tasmanian who had shown up just a few minutes earlier apparent. "We're going to need an aca-miracle." She muttered, wringing her hands together. Desperate to stop the motion Chloe grabbed the blonde's hand and forced her to make eye contact.

"We are going to be fine." She said slowly, holding the other girls gaze until she calmed down and nodded. Letting Aubrey's hands drop Chloe went back to her scan of the quad, and that was when her eyes zeroed in on a figure stomping down the path towards them. "What about her?" she asked nudging Aubrey. The blonde followed her line of sight, shaking her head vehemently the moment she realised who it was that Chloe was looking at.

"Absolutely not!" she barked sharply. "Do you know who that is?!" Chloe looked up at her friend, baby blue eyes widening with an innocent look that didn't fool Aubrey Posen for a second.

"Chloe Beale, you know exactly who that is, and we do not need the likes of her on the Bella's."

"You're the one who said we needed a miracle." Chloe beamed, skipping away before Aubrey could pull her back.

"Chloe! Get back here!" Chloe ignored Aubrey's hissed command and continued towards the girl who was about to draw level with their table.

Beca was about to pull her headphones up and lose herself in music on the way back to her dorm when a hand closed round her wrist and pulled her non too gently to one side.

"What the fuck?!" Beca spluttered as she tried to pry her wrist free, but whoever had hold of her had a strong grip. Suddenly Beca found herself coming to such an abrupt stop that she crashed into a warm body, looking up her eyes found eyes blue as sapphires staring at her, sparkling excitedly. Beca did a double take as she focused and saw a very pretty redhead grinning at her. Next to her was a blonde who looked like Beca was some shit she had just had to scrape off the bottom of her shoe.

"What the hell are you doing?!" Beca demanded. The blonde sent a glance to the redhead, a glance that said she was asking exactly the same question. The redhead didn't seem phased by either of the glares that were being sent her way.

"Hi!" she said brightly. "Any interest in joining our a cappella group?" Beca felt her eyebrows shoot skyward and she couldn't help the dry chuckle that slipped past her lips. The redhead looked confused at her response and Beca swallowed her next laugh.

"I'm sorry you're being serious? A cappella is a thing now."

As her blonde friend sneered, the redhead nodded enthusiastically "Totes! We sing covers of songs but do it without any instruments." She pointed to her lips. "It all comes from our mouths." Beca's eyebrows rose higher still as she bit her lip and nodded her head slightly, biting back the scathing comment that had formed immediately about more productive things the cute redhead could do with her mouth.

"Wow." Was all she could manage. Feeling a slight pressure on her wrist Beca glanced down and saw that the redhead still had hold of her wrist. Beca never usually allowed people to touch her for this long unless she was in bed with them, looking down at her wrist and then back up at the redhead she raised her eyebrows slightly.

"Oh." The girl giggled, a not altogether unpleasant noise Beca noted and let go of Beca's wrist, the motion exposing the tattoo on her wrist. "Hey! I have a tattoo!" she grinned, Beca looked over the girl, noting that her arms, which were exposed by her blue sundress had no tattoos and neither did her legs.

"Oh yeah," she said. "You'll have to show it to me sometime." She smirked as a blush coloured the redhead's cheeks, confirming her guess that the tattoo was hidden somewhere private.

"I sorta went through a punk phase." The redhead shrugged. "I listened to a lot of Evanescence." She nodded her head and smiled at Beca like they were suddenly kindred spirits. Beca's wasn't given time to react to this before the girl had blurted out. "So are you interested?"

Beca knew the blonde was watching her, she could practically hear the girl's internal scream at Beca to leave. "Err. No, I don't think so. It seems pretty lame." She sneered.

"Aca-scuse me!" The blonde had finally snapped and stepped forward pushing the redhead out of the way. "Synchronised lady dancing to a 'Mariah Carey' chart topper is not lame!" The blonde said fiercely stopping within a foot of Beca and jabbing her in the chest with a long thin index finger.

"We sing all over the world and compete in national championships!" The redhead chimed in.

"We played the Cobb Energy Performing Arts Centre you bitch!" the blonde seethed, jabbing Beca again in the chest for emphasis.

"Is that supposed to impress me?" Beca replied. "Because it still sounds lame."

"What Aubrey is trying to say," the redhead said placing a hand on her friend's arm. The blonde looked like she was about to scratch Beca's eyes out. "Is that we're a close-knit talented group of ladies who's dream is to return to the national finals at the Lincoln Centre."

"There just two of you in your tight-knight group, or there more waiting under the table to pop out and ambush poor passers-by?" Beca asked. The redhead laughed at her words, whilst the blonde bristled.

"Help us turn our dreams into reality?" the redhead spoke without addressing the question and the smile she gave Beca was brighter than anything Beca had ever seen on a human being before and it took her a little by surprise, this was the smile of a girl who was used to people falling for her charms.

"Sorry I've used up my quota of dream making skills today." She said dryly. The smile on the redhead's face dimmed slightly and Beca could have sworn that her bottom lip was going to start trembling. The blonde, Aubrey, had stepped up again, eyes blazing.

"If you're going to just make fun of us then you can just…go away." She hissed. Beca studied her face, and then it dawned on her.

"Hey I know you!" she grinned and pointed at Aubrey. "You're the girl who projectile vomited all over an audience at a performance aren't you?" At her words the blonde's face drained of colour "You are!" Beca crowed. "I saw that video, very good blondie, nothing like a bit of projectile vomit to get a crowd on their feet, shame they were heading for the door." She chuckled. Aubrey stepped forward her mask slipping allowing her face to contort into a snarl.

"No listen here…" she growled but again the redhead stepped up and cut her off.

"Yes! That was her, but it's a new year and we need new Bella's!" she said brightly. "So come to our audition?" she looked to Beca, ignoring the outraged squeak that burst from Aubrey next to her.

"Sorry I'm not really a singer, and…pretty sure I'm going to be doing…something that day." Beca said walking backwards, the redhead looked like she was going to protest but Aubrey pulled her back to the table whispering fiercely in her ear. Beca rolled her eyes and headed off back towards her dorm, ready to lose herself in music and forget about the fact that she still needed to find a club to join.

"Beca Mitchell?!" Chloe winced as Aubrey's screech pierced the silence of their living room. "Have you lost your damn mind?! You did not just try and recruit Beca Mitchell to the Bella's!" Chloe sat demurely on the sofa as the captain of the Bella's paced up and down in front of her, arms waving around as she ranted and raved, the phrase 'insufferable midget' and 'ear monstrosities' had come up more than once. Several times in the last few minutes the blonde had swallowed hard and Chloe was mentally preparing herself for another 'incident'.

"We needed people Bree, and I heard that she's into music so I thought that you know, she might sing." Chloe shrugged her explanation as Aubrey fixed her with an expectant stare.

"Oh yes, I'm sure Beca 'bitch of Barden' Mitchell would love to come and sing with us!" Aubrey said sarcastically resuming her pacing and heavy swallowing.

"Bree, if you're gonna be sick do you wanna head to the…"

"I am not going to be sick!" Aubrey rounded on her best friend causing Chloe to put her hands up in surrender and divert her eyes to the floor. "You need to get it together Chlo, I can't have any mistakes this year, it needs to be perfect." The blonde stressed the last word whilst locking eyes with Chloe. "Perfect."

"I get it!" Chloe said. Aubrey folded her arms across her chest and narrowed her eyes.

"You had better."

Later that evening after Aubrey had finished her rant and had retreated to lie in a darkened room with a cup of mint tea. Chloe lay sprawled out on the sofa staring up at the ceiling thinking about the rude brunette who had got her best friend so riled up.

Chloe had recognised Beca Mitchell immediately; it was hard not too when most people on campus knew her by reputation alone. The general consensus was that Beca was as hard as nails with a personality to match, a bitch. Aubrey had never liked the brunette and Chloe was sure that her best friend had pointed her out before with a snide comment, not that she tended to listen to Aubrey ranting about other people. Chloe had a philosophy that she never made a judgement about a person until he had had at least three conversations with them, this was something she had learnt from her mother who had instilled a great sense of respect for other people in her daughter.

Chloe for her part was fascinated by the brunette, and their first meeting had not answered any of her questions, if anything it had left her with more. The girl who Chloe had met, whilst she had been surly, blunt and at times downright rude, did not seem to fit the picture that the rumours of Barden had built of her. Chloe was still convinced that Beca could sing, she had said as much to Aubrey when they had returned to their flat, the blonde had rounded on her so fast that Chloe was convinced she had whiplash, fury flashing in her eyes as she demanded to know what Chloe was talking about. Chloe had shrugged and just said that she felt it in her bones, this was not the right thing to say to Aubrey who had snorted derisively saying that the Bella's did not work with 'bone feelings'.

As Chloe got ready for bed a half an hour later she resolved that she would find a way to discover whether or not Beca Mitchell could sing. Whatever it took.

Beca had pushed the encounter with the two Barden Bella's from her mind pretty quickly, classes had started up again and with her father's threat hanging over her head Beca had little choice but to attend.

She spent most of her classes that week half-listening to what her lecturers had to say, her mind was back in her room, in front of her computer screen, working on the new mixes that had sprung up almost overnight, Beca could not pinpoint where the surge in creativity had come from but she had learnt never to question where motivation came from, and was happy to challenge her anger at her father and Barden university into her music.

She had yet to join a club and whilst her father had backed off after their last argument, unwilling to butt heads with her further, Beca knew it was only a matter of time before the topic was revisited, she had no doubts that he would follow through with his threat to cut her off, her stubbornness had come from him, and whilst Beca had looked at some of the flyers that were dotted around the campus there had been nothing yet that jumped out at her.

The brunette was pondering the problem one night a week after the activities fair as she trudged down the corridor to the shower, her neck was stiff from having spent all afternoon sat staring at her laptop, so even though it was nearly midnight she had decided that a shower would help wash away the tension.

As she turned the corner to into shower room Beca found the words of the song she had been mixing only a few minutes before taking over her thoughts, she had been struggling to find a way to successfully incorporate the song into her latest mix so to help her think she began to sing a few bars, needing to hear the song out loud to better visualise its place. Hanging up her dressing gown and stepping into the shower she reached out and turned the water on, groaning softly as the water hit her aching neck. Hitting the chorus, she allowed her voice to rise until it echoed softly around the room, safe in the knowledge that she was alone.

"You can sing!" a voice behind her caused Beca to spin round wildly, focusing for the second time in as many days on a pair of bright blue eyes, her feet slipped on the wet floor and she only just remained on her feet.

"Dude!" reaching out she pulled the shower curtain across, only to have it unceremoniously ripped to the side as the bubbly redhead from the activities fair stepped into the shower cubicle.

"How high does your belt go?" The girl carried on, stepping forward again. Beca was struck dumb, her brain furiously trying to comprehend what was going on, it was not by any mean the first time that Beca had had company in the shower, but usually that company was invited.

"My what?" she spluttered, her mouth finally forming words.

"You have to audition for the Bella's." The redhead said in a way that left little room for argument.

"Who the hell are the Bella's?!" Beca pressed herself against the back of the cubicle, trying to cover as much of herself as she could whilst trying not to let her own gaze drop down below the redhead's neck. The other girl wasn't making it easy though, she made no move to cover anything but instead was watching Beca with a strange half smile on her face.

"The Bella's, the a cappella group from the other day." She replied brightly.

"Right, right." Beca mumbled, still drawing a mental blank.

"You don't remember us?" the redhead pouted, and the word adorable floated into Beca's head before she could stop it. "I was there with the blonde, Aubrey. The puking one." She added the last bit hastily and with a little giggle.

Beca had a vague recollection of what the other girl was saying, but was still too distracted for the memory to be clear. "I can't concentrate on anything you're saying until you cover your junk." She said instead, glancing skyward for what must have been the fifth time since the water had turned off.

"Just consider it. One time we sang back up for Prince, his butt is so tiny that I could hold it with like one hand." The girl was talking again as Beca tried to pull the shower curtain around herself, stepping forward the blue eyed girl tugged it away as she made a cupping gesture with her hand.

"I don't care." Beca said, annoyance colouring her tone and a look in her eyes that she was sure would send the redhead scurrying out of her shower, but instead the girl moved closer knocking Beca's shampoo bottle out of her hands and merely smirking as the brunette struggled to retrieve it whilst muttering darkly about her state of undress. "You were singing Titanium right?"

Beca turned her head at the question, forgetting for a moment that they were both nude for a moment as she asked. "You know David Guetta?"

"Have I been living under a rock, yeah? That song is my jam." The redhead proclaimed proudly and then with a smirk carried on. "My lady jam." She leaned closer to Beca and the brunette couldn't help the flush of red that spread up her chest to her neck at the words.

"That's nice."

"It is; the song really builds." The girl's blue eyes had clouded over slightly and she was biting her lip with a slightly distant look on her face, as if lost in a pleasant memory.

"Gross." Beca muttered, even though the images flashing through her mind were anything but gross, her resolve wavered and she allowed her eyes to cast downwards, her mental images becoming even more pronounced as she got a quick glimpse of the redhead's toned body, before flicking her eyes back up to the smiling face.

"Can you sing it for me?" the other girl asked eagerly.

"Dude no! Get out!" Beca scowled.

"Not for that reason!" the redhead looked shocked that Beca would even imply such a thing. "I'm not leaving here until you sing, so." The girl fell silent, glancing up at the ceiling as if there was nothing odd about the situation whatsoever.

Beca was usually much more composed in odd situations or under pressure, especially around naked women, hardly ever losing her cool, however, even she could admit it was hard to remain calm, dignified and charming when a complete stranger burst into the shower, stark naked and demanded to hear her sing when she was trying very hard to stay standing upright. Add to this that her intruder was exceptionally beautiful with a body to die for, what Beca had seen in her one second of weakness, and Beca could think of very few other scenarios that would reduce her to the shocked mumbling mess she was right at that second.

"You don't really get the concept of personal space do you?" she finally managed to ask dryly, relieved to hear her voice sounded less terrified and more like it's usual sceptical tone. "Or the boundaries of inappropriate contact." At this last bit she looked pointedly between her own naked figure and the one that was stood less than two feet from her.

"Not when I'm going after what I want." The redhead shrugged, a sultry glint in her eyes. Beca's eyebrows rose so high they almost disappeared into her hair.

The redhead sighed loudly, exhaling with a soft 'ahh'. "I'm still waiting." She said a second later as Beca stood in an awkward silence. Realising that she had little choice Beca gave a grunt of submission and turned her body towards her shower companion, making sure to keep eye contact whilst trying to preserve as much of her modesty as she could.

Her voice was shaky at first as she picked up the chorus she had been singing, strengthening after a couple of bars, her eyes widened slightly in surprise as the other girl joined in. Her voice was sweet, clear, angelical was the adjective that Beca's brain provided, even though she had never used it before in her life, and matched Beca's harmony perfectly, complementing her lower voice as they continued to sing the chorus. The redhead maintained eye contact with Beca throughout and the brunette saw an emotion swirling in the ice blue depths, something she couldn't quite identify, but it sent a small thrill shooting through her stomach along with a feeling she couldn't quite explain.

Beca found her voice growing stronger as the pair sang, bolstered by how good the sound of their voices was as it echoed around the room. Her hands slipped from covering her chest, unnoticed by both girls who were too caught up in the sound of their voices rising and falling together and the look in the other's eyes. Finally, they stopped singing and Beca felt a strange sensation settle over her body, for a moment neither of them moved still gazing into each other's eyes, the air seemed to have gotten very heavy, a palpable tension between them.

The spell was broken when Beca's eyes drifted downwards once again, immediately she flicked them back up to the ceiling but the redhead had seen where she'd been looking.

"Oh yeah." She nodded and pulled her mouth to one side. "I'm pretty confident about all this." She gestured her hands over her torso, drawing Beca's attention back down for the second time in the space of five seconds.

Desperate to regain some of the control she had been denied since the shower curtain had been pulled back Beca allowed one of her trademark smirks to tug at her lips, arching a casual eyebrow. "You should be." She replied, allowing her voice to drop to a low rasp, one she knew worked very well on women. The results were not what she expected, the redhead bowed her head slightly, a faint pink staining her cheeks but when she looked up a second later the blush was gone had been replaced by a smirk of her own.

"Oh." As if realising they were naked for the first time the redhead turned and plucked Beca's towel from where it hung and handed it to the brunette, who accepted it quickly covering her body.

Suddenly a third figure emerged round the corner of the shower. "You have a lovely voice." The guy said giving the two women in the shower the once over, a gleeful look in his eyes.

"Thanks." Beca replied, torn between punching him in the face and running from the shower. The redhead seemed to realise that this was a step too far and ushered him out, giving Beca one more dazzling smile over her shoulder as she did so.

As soon as she was gone the shock of the last few minutes dissipated, leaving Beca feeling more like her normal self. Not wanting to come away from the experience a complete bumbling idiot she stuck her head out of the shower cubicle.

"Hey wait!" She called, the redhead stopped, turning slightly. "I didn't catch your name." the other girl raised an eyebrow with a knowing smirk. "I need to know what name to give the police when I complain about my stalker." Beca continued, which caused the girl to giggle.

"Chloe, Chloe Beale." She replied, and with a wink disappeared from sight, but not before calling out. "I'll see you at the Bella's auditions Beca Mitchell."

So I hope you enjoyed that first chapter, please please let me know what you thought by leaving a review about whether or not I should continue! If you decide I should the next chapter will be the auditions!

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