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Howdy everyone, it's been… well ages since I've posted anything, so here we go. Entering a different fandom, hope you'll enjoy the ride.

It's F/F so if it's not your thing don't read.

Summary: Beca doesn't have much hope for this whole College thing, but life has its way to make things interesting (yeah not very exciting, just a fancy way to say, this is my version of Pitch Perfect 1 :P)

Enjoy,

So ;)

You Gotta Be…

By SoFrost

'You gotta be bad, you gotta be bold, you gotta be wiser
You gotta be hard, you gotta be tough, you gotta be stronger
You gotta be cool, you gotta be calm, you gotta stay together
All I know, all I know, love will save the day'

Des'Ree

Part 1

From the ten minutes it took her to get out of the cab, get her belongings and walk to her dorm room Beca Mitchell had concluded that she had landed into a madhouse passing off as a University. She had been 'jumped' on by an over enthusiastic girl (she suspected her to be on drugs, so much euphoria could not be natural) talking a mile a minute about she didn't know what (since she had tuned the girl's voice out) when a car had stopped next to her and a dopey guy had 'air-guitared' (quite awfully so, she might add) the Kansas song blasting from the car stereo; her attention got back on the girl just in time to be handed her 'official BU rape whistle' (because everyone knew that it was the ultimate weapon in that situation).

The walk to her dorm had proven to be a long way downhill from that point on, stressed students, stressed parents (the combination of which gave lost people); a girl who had raided a stuffed animals store (her mind had failed to find the right adjective to qualify that); five guys sitting on long chairs giving notes to any girl walking by (officially taking the douchebaggery up to eleven), people blocking the way like bovines (why did people who needed to find their way always stopped at the most inconvenient spots such as in front of stairs or better yet in the middle of it?); crying people (apparently not everyone had cut the umbilical cord); people screaming like they had been released from prison or a mental institution.

In short, it was bedlam.

She was currently trying to communicate with her roommate. "No English?…Yes English?…just tell me where you're at with English…"

By the time she registered that the glare of the young Asian did not mean 'I-don't-understand-a-word-you-say', but rather 'great-I've-been-roomed-with-a-moron', it was too late.

"Keep your side of the room clean and we'll be fine," Kimmy Jin's reply came monotonous and flat but it translated disdain just fine.

Beca was left standing in the middle of the room thinking that thanks to her outstanding social skills she had (in a matter of seconds and less than five sentences, that had to be a record) bombed the bridge of communication with her roommate.

Awesome.

She had barely finished setting up the essential (namely wiring her computer and her music work station, anything beyond that was meaningless) that her father had decided to come around, as if her day needed any help to slide up the scale of suck.

The interaction had been as unproductive as usual. She didn't know why she was surprised, the man had stopped paying attention to anything she had to say when she was eight in favour of listening to the sound of his own voice. He acted like she wanted to be here, trying to sell her how awesome an experience this whole thing would be.

Let things be clear, she had been coerced into University; she couldn't care less about a college degree. She was far from bad when it comes to school but it simply bored her to tears; her parents had been smart on that one though – probably sensing that she wouldn't go to College on her own accord, they had made sure she couldn't access her funds until she get a degree. That's right, all the money she had ever earned was sleeping on an account she couldn't access.

At first she had thought that it was a great thing, at least she wasn't spending it on trifle things, but the reality of it all – it was nothing but a (very important) bargaining chip – had only dawned on her when it was too late.

Sure she could have moved to L.A (such was her original plan) and start from scratch, but the time she would spend to get on her feet and have enough money to live by would be precious time taken away from her working on her dream, and that was unacceptable. Besides, she had earn that money, it was hers; she had pulled shift after shift in burger joints, and baby-sitting gigs and lawn mowing and DJ at parties and what not; she had sweat for every single dollar, sacrificed summers, holidays, week-ends and every moment she could, to prepare her big move to L.A.; there was no way she'd leave that hard earned cash behind. No, Sir.

So here she was, stuck at Barden University for the next four years. She would have to be strong and grit her teeth as she went through the whole thing.

Four fucking years.

She wasn't worried about the whole getting a degree thing; she was good, excellent even, on the academic level. She had been a straight A student in high school (she'd lie if she said she had broken a sweat for that) not because she enjoyed school but rather because her parents would get her anything so long as she was academically good; and let's face it good music equipment didn't come cheap (they owe her that much considering everything they had put her through). Also, and that was the best part of it all for her, as long as she fitted her parents' standards as far as education went they would leave her be.

Lucky her Kimmy-Jin had provided her an exit (out of exasperation or pity, she didn't know and frankly didn't care, she was just grateful at this point) when she mentioned the activities fair and she all but fled the room leaving her father behind.

As they walked out of their building (although it looked more like Kimmy-Jin was running away from her and she was trying to catch up) Beca tried to smooth things over, after all they were about to share the same space for quite a long time.

"Listen about earlier, I'm sorry, I was…" she wanted to say that she had been a jerk, but in all honesty she hadn't meant to be rude, the blank stare had just thrown her off, leading to assumptions and a great moment of solitude. "I'm sorry," she just repeated deciding that in a way they both were at fault.

Kimmy glanced at her with an expression between exasperation and disinterest, sighed and kept walking toward the fair. She did slow down her pace so they were actually walking together, and Beca took this as a sign that her apology had been accepted.

While Beca didn't see anything that caught her attention, Kimmy-Jin found a booth of interest in a total of two minutes (and for a second there Beca envied her roommate).

She passed stall after stall, to the sound of frat boys callings and so far the best part of it all was some eye candy peek at the water polo team representatives. Then she saw it, her sign, right next to the Quidditch team (Quidditch, seriously?!): a DJ stall.

…too bad 'DJ' stood for Deaf Jews and not Disk Jockey, her hope turned into disappointment at the speed of light. On the good side she did interact with a funny Australian girl, if only for a few seconds.

She was still looking around and was seconds away from giving up and going back to her dorm (her father would be long gone by now), when someone thrust a flyer in her hands.

"Hi, any interest into joining out a cappella group?"

Several things came into Beca's mind: first that flyer was lame, second 'competitive a cappella group'? Lamer.

"Oh right, this is like a thing now," she stated.

The redhead mistook her reaction as enthusiasm and went on. "Oh totes, we sing covers of songs but we do it without instruments, it's all from our mouth."

"Yikes," Beca couldn't help herself, she thought a cappella was lame but the redhead made it sound dirty (in a bad way).

Undeterred by her reaction, the redhead went on and presented her with the groups around. Beca zoned out, truth to be told she would have walked away but the redhead was sweet, really, with her smile, her soft voice and her peps, and her baby blue eyes (good heaven those eyes…); the least Beca could do was to allow her to finish her sell.

"So are you interested?" the redhead caught her attention again.

Sure Beca was into a cappella singing, it was on top of her fun-things-to-do-list right after setting her hair on fire and gauging her eyes out. She didn't say that though and just settled for a soft let down.

"Sorry… it's just…it's pretty lame," the big smile she was sporting was probably not the best expression at the moment, but it was still better than laughing.

The blonde, who had stayed silent so far almost bit her head off (with a smile). The redhead tried to smooth things over but only managed to make the whole thing worse. That's when the blonde dropped the name of some Art Centre (like that was impressive) and then called her a bitch (still with a smile).

Beca was caught off guard by that, she was amused more than anything though; there was something pathetic about getting onto high horses about something that was intrinsically risible; she had a few chosen words in retort but didn't get to reply when the redhead stepped in again, asking (begging, more like) Beca to help them make their dream come true.

"Sorry, I don't even sing," Beca lied (she'd be caught playing Quidditch in broad day light before being caught dead in an a cappella group.) "But… it was really nice meeting you guys," the sarcasm of her last statement was most likely lost but she didn't care and walked away from the girls.

Finally she found her stall, the real one this time, an internship at the University radio station, a t least there was a silver lining.

xxxxx

Beca was pissed. She had prepared herself like crazy for her first day at the radio station; she had worked on smooth ways to mention her mixes and her desire to learn and prove herself in the booth. She was supposed to be confident and cool.

Nothing went as planned. First she got so caught up admiring the booth she didn't see Luke, the station manager, come out of it and he clearly thought she had been admiring him; then she had stepped in the booth only to be shooed out, and finally dopey air guitar guy (Jesse, was his name) had finished ruining the whole thing for her.

As if that wasn't bad enough, Jesse was a chatterbox and thought he was amusing comparing everything to a movie.

Needless to say, it all sucked. The radio station was her only chance to make this whole college thing bearable, but instead of that she was stuck stacking CDs with some idiot.

She was actually glad when the shift had ended, and since it was a clear day she decided to enjoy the rest of it outside. One of the great things about Barden (possibly the only great thing at the moment) was the green spaces, it allowed a lot of place to isolate oneself without appearing antisocial.

Beca was bobbing her head along some mix she was making on her laptop when unexpectedly one side of her headphones was pulled from her ear. In a split second she had her left fist balled and ready to fly in the fool's face (one had to be to touch her headphones), insults on the tip of her tongue. She did neither however when she saw who had dared bothering her.

"Wow, easy there, Rocky," the words came with a light chortle. It was the redhead from the fair.

"Never touch the headphones," Beca heard herself reply.

"Got it, sorry," the smile on the redhead seemed to melt Beca's irritation away; there was just something about this girl…

"I'm Chloe Beale," the redhead continued. "We met at the activities fair?"

"Yeah, a cappella chick," Beca nodded. "You and 'Bitch' girl tried to recruit me," she added with a smirk.

"Her name's Aubrey, she's not a bitch, she's my friend and I'll ask you never to talk about her like that in my presence again," Chloe's voice stayed soft and her grin didn't falter but there was no doubt that going against her warning was not an option (except for idiots, which Beca was not)

"Relax Red, I wasn't calling her a bitch, I meant that she had dropped the b-word on me."

"Fair point…" the redhead conceded. "She kind of malfunctions when she's under stress."

"I see."

The redhead sat next to her without asking if Beca minded her company, invading her space (any closer and she'd be on Beca's lap) "So, it would seem that I still don't know your name," she pointed out brightly.

Beca guessed (rightly so) that the notion of personal space was lost on the other girl; there was something about the redhead that made it hard to be harsh about it though and that was the only reason Beca refrained from biting her head off.

"I'm Beca Mitchell."

"Mitchell, uh? Any relation with Professor Mitchell?"

"Yeah, unfortunately the man is my father," Beca sighed before turning to her attention back to her computer, saving what she was doing.

"He's a good teacher."

"Everybody's bound to be good at something eventually," Beca retorted with unconcealed bitterness.

"What were you doing?" Chloe chose to change subject feeling that the brunette's father wasn't a topic she liked to discussed.

"I was messing around with some songs," Beca shrugged, then closed the window of her musical software.

"A music junky, cool."

"Who said I was a junky?"

"The music software is a good clue but the expensive headphones are kind of a dead giveaway. Face it, music is your poison of choice," she winked at Beca.

"You got me, Red," Beca smirked.

"Not yet," the redhead replied with a mischievous smile. "Unless, I can talk you into trying out for the Bellas."

"I still think it's lame and I still can't sing, so save your breath."

"You're underestimating my craft," the reproach came with an amused snort.

Beca failed to hold a derisive laughter. "Your craft… it's a cappella singing, you and your friend are taking this way too seriously."

"You don't get to belittle something you don't know anything about," Chloe chastised her lightly, her smile still firmly in place, swatting her shoulder for good measure.

How could someone smile so much? Not that Beca minded, at least not with the redhead but still…

"So there's really no talking you into it?"

"Nope, sorry, Red," Beca pursed her lips. "Why being so adamant about it? I'm sure there are plenty of people you could convince."

"You're the only one I'm interested in at the moment," the redhead replied matter-of-factly. The statement took the little brunette aback and for the first time she didn't find anything to say, worse, staring at the vivid blue eyes she felt something akin to a jolt of electricity running down her spine. "Anyway, I let you off the hook, for now; but be advised, I'll charge again with better arguments," she added with a flirtatious wink, standing up. "Bye Beca, it was nice meeting you."

Beca couldn't help staring at the other girl as she departed. There definitely was something about her.

xxxxx

"Beca?" Graham Mitchell entered his daughter's room (he had knocked for the form but hadn't waited for any invitation) and found his daughter sleeping on her bed. He poked her "Beca, wake up."

Beca was startled out of her slumber by a sharp finger in her thigh and the sound of her father's voice. She looked over her shoulder and sure enough the man was there, invading her space. He looked around the room "Funny, this doesn't look like you're intro to philosophy class," he pointed out.

Oh for Pete's sake. She was pissed; she was here against her will, a point in itself that was bad enough without having her father breathing down her neck.

"I'm asking myself an important philosophical question: if I don't actually go to that class, will it still suck?" she smiled sardonically.

Kimmy-Jin actually stopped working and almost turned toward Beca (the only sign that she had found her roommate's reply funny)

Graham Mitchell, however, was not amused. "Beca, you're here to get an education. You agreed."

No I didn't, you twisted my arm into agreement, Beca thought bitterly. "Yeah I know and unlike you or mom I keep my word," she said with an even voice, she was boiling inside though.

"All I'm saying is, just because you're in college doesn't mean you can let your grades slip up."

"When have I ever?" she asked with narrowed eyes. She kept repeating herself to breathe and not lose her temper, she couldn't give the man any kind of satisfaction. "Don't worry, I wouldn't want to tarnish your good professor's name with bad grades."

Graham sighed "Beca…" he paused. "Look, College is… great," he went on. "You get to create memories here, I see it every day. You just have to give it a chance."

Beca ignored his hard sell and went to her closet to get ready for a shower. "You've been here, what, a month now? Do you have any friends?"

Beca didn't know how many times she'd have to explain to her father that she didn't need friends, she was fine on her own: no drama, no awkward moments, no pain.

"Kimmy-Jin is my friend," she replied just to make a point.

"Nope," Kimmy shook her head and Beca glared at her and cursed inwardly. Sure they were not friends, and it was fine by her, but they were somewhat friendly in spite of their crappy start and her roommate must have picked up on the fact that she couldn't stand her father; the girl just didn't want to bother with an effort today.

"You've got to get out there, Beca. You've gotta try something."

"I got a job at the radio station."

"Uh that place. Yeah it's dark and dirty and has like, those three weirdoes who work there?"

Of course anything that Beca enjoyed was put down by the man, like always. Graham Mitchell had a mould for everything and anything that didn't fit those was not worthy. He never minded that she liked solitude, or that music was her passion, nope, it was only about what he wanted and liked.

"Well, four now," she pointed out. She was tired of that conversation as it was so she decided to bring it to a close. "Listen, as you put it so well this is my college experience, mine, not yours, therefore I shall enjoy it the way I see fit. Now, I'd appreciate it if you quit spying on me," she turned to her closet again.

"Oh and another thing, this is Kimmy-Jin and I's room, you don't get to come and go as you please. If you want to see me, you give me a call and if you knock on that door you don't come in unless invited," she added as an afterthought.

Graham knew better than to argue. Their relationship was so damaged that it was hard for them to have simple conversation, and the last thing he wanted was to fight. He had made many mistakes when it came to Beca, and there wasn't a day he wished he could turn back time and change decisions he had made, but that was impossible. That being said he still wanted to mend their relationship, he wanted to be a good father (something he had failed to accomplish in the past), he wanted her to forgive him and give him a chance, and more importantly to make a little place in her life for him.

"Beca," he was using that soft tone she hated, the one making it sound like he actually cared "All I want is for you to try and get the best College experience because I know firsthand that there's nothing like it. Do something…"

She was about to remind him that she was doing something by working at the station. He probably felt it so he beat her to the punch "Something that involves interaction with other students, something out of your comfort zone, with real people," he amended.

He knew that his daughter wouldn't follow through if only for the simple fact that he was the one asking, so even if he hated the idea, he decided to offer her something he knew would get her attention. "I want to see you really trying and if by the end of the year you're still not happy, you can quit College and I'll help you go to L.A. settle down, meaning getting you a place to live and even support you financially."

"Wow, the deal was that I'd get my money," Beca immediately got defensive sensing a trap.

"And you will," Graham assured her. "I'm just saying that I'll provide nonetheless."

She looked at him suspiciously. This was too good to be true, she just knew it, but the man did look serious. "Seriously?"

"Yes, seriously, but I really need to see you try, no half assed attempt," he warned her. "This is College, join in," he added before leaving. He hoped that she'd find something good enough to stay, that she'd meet people who would make her open up and see everything she'd miss out on if she didn't give this a shot.

Beca took a deep cleansing breath, talking to her father was always draining. She was trying to process what he had said, analysing every angle just so she was sure there was no loopholes in his offer. She hated to admit it, but that was a golden deal, one year instead of four, she'd be stupid to refuse. That being said, the simple idea to play by the man's rules made her skin crawl.

Well, she'd have to grit her teeth through it all.

She sighed and took the rest of her things, heading to the showers.

xxxxx

Better arguments.

In all fairness Beca had been warned, Red had said she would charge again, in those exact terms no less.

Here's the thing about warnings though, they were supposed to help one prepare. Admittedly, Beca had taken the 'threat' lightly, because really save from her oblivious way when it came to personal boundaries Chloe did strike her as inoffensive.

Now, even though she had a good imagination, Beca could have never foreseen Red's charge (then again one had to be insane to foresee something like this). The worst part was probably the fact that Beca unknowingly brought the whole thing onto herself (not like she could have known that singing in her shower was like painting a target on her butt).

There she was mortified, vulnerable, scared and… a bit horny (this was not a cool mix of emotions)

Mortified because she was naked (but she was in a shower so it was supposed to be a normal thing. What was a little less normal was the naked redhead standing in front of her with a smile… well the fact that the redhead had come uninvited was the 'not so normal' part of the situation).

Vulnerable, she was naked for goodness sake!

Scared, because she had obviously overlooked the fact that Chloe was probably a psycho, not the 'always-perky-it's-cute-and-creepy-at-the-same-time' kind, no, the full on 'will-murder-you-with-a-smile-on-my-face' kind. There was a fine line between ignoring the notion of personal space and walking into someone's shower when not invited like it was a perfectly sane thing to do.

Horny well… she was only human and Chloe (mental stability aside) was gorgeous, Beca could give her that.

"How high does your belt go?"

Beca's mind was going a thousand miles a second (how high…her belt… what? Seriously?!)

Chloe seemed completely unfazed by the situation and kept on about auditioning for the Bellas and Prince and the size of his butt, at which point Beca dropped one of the items she had at her disposal to cover (…well almost nothing) of course her first reaction had been to bend down and reach for it (not the brightest idea of the moment all things considered); now she knew that Chloe's hair colour was natural (not that she had wished to have that answer).

Oh and yeah; she now also knew Chloe's… 'lady jam'.

Beca's brain was seconds away from complete meltdown; between those new information to process, the fact that she was still naked and wishing for a hole to open up under her feet so she could crawl into it to safety, and Chloe's nakedness and enthusiasm… the whole thing was too much.

On the bright side Beca was convinced that this couldn't possibly get any weirder.

"Can you sing it for me?"

Nope, wrong, it could.

Evidently she didn't get any more success with her protests than when this whole experience started, but at least Beca tried, before admitting defeat and indulging the redhead's request.

Then it happened.

A moment.

Beca had always known that music was a high like no other, but nothing could have prepared her for the rush she felt hearing both her and Red's voice mingling perfectly. She was blown away by the moment, losing herself in the sound and those baby blue eyes, so much so that she forgot she was naked.

Alright, she was ready to admit that she might have judged a capella hastily, it did sound great.

Beca couldn't help the smile tugging at the corners of her lips, at least until her eyes drifted down on Chloe's body again, this time when she averted her eyes it was more because she didn't want to come across like a pervert (she wasn't immune to hotness, and hot, Red certainly was).

"Oh yeah, I'm pretty confident about all this," Chloe stated the obvious motioning her body.

This time Beca couldn't help taking another peek at the gorgeous girl in front of her. "You should be," she confirmed.

Just when the brunette was about to file that whole thing as 'funny after all', a very naked guy appeared out of thin air (really?! Was she the only one to understand the concept of modesty?). "You have a lovely voice," he declared with an appreciating smirk before turning his attention to Chloe.

Beca, quickly adding two and two, was split between disbelief and amusement; she would have said that things couldn't go any weirder but she reconsidered having that thought at all because it seemed like the international boarding pass for the Twilight Zone.

"See you at auditions," Chloe called out before walking away.

Audition?

What the hell?

Ah crap.

xxxxx

What the hell am I doing here? Beca kept thinking over and over again.

She didn't want to be part of an a capella group. It was competitive a cappella for goodness sake! How low had she sunk to resort to that? Plus, being part of a group meant she had to be social, and the fact that it would be an all girl group made it even less appealing.

So, yeah, her voice mingled well with Chloe's and the girl did stir her curiosity but still…

Think about L.A.…Think about L.A. Beca repeated to herself, her father said that if he saw her really try this whole college thing he'd help her make her move to L.A. after the year. One year instead of four, that was a hell of a deal, one too good to pass up.

So here she was, about to sign up for something she had no interest in, something that would take precious time from her, time she could spend working on her music and developing her skills.

Think about L.A.…Think about L.A.…

Damn it!

The brunette took a steady breath and walked on the backstage of the auditorium. Several persons were there, one of which was the funny Australian girl from the fair, Beca stayed afar still trying to convince herself that this was a necessary evil.

"Fuck…" she muttered to herself when one after the other the people there sang Since You've Been Gone by Kelly Clarkson. Of course there was a song to prepare, Chloe hadn't mentioned anything about that.

Thinking about it, Chloe might have told her that, but her brain probably blocked everything saved from their state of undress at the time.

Brilliant.

Way to start at a disadvantage.

She turned her heels ready to get the hell out but for some unknown reason the redhead popped in her head; she couldn't say why but the idea of letting the redhead down felt utterly wrong. Just as the guy who was in charge of the auditions was wrapping it up she made herself visible. It didn't take long for her eyes to fall on Chloe and as soon as the redhead spotted her she lit up the room with her smile.

Beca ignored the sudden flutter in her stomach and just advanced on stage. "I didn't know we had to prepare that song," she admitted.

"Oh, it's okay," Chloe immediately assured her. "Sing whatever you like."

Beca figured that Chloe was already in her corner, she had heard her first hand, all she had to do was to convince Blondie, the one person that she had mocked openly just a few days ago.

Yeah, Karma was a bitch.

The brunette opted for something fun, beating the rhythm on a yellow cup, a couple of times she locked eyes with Chloe and that thing they shared in the shower was still reflecting in those baby blue.

When her performance was over the redhead's smile broadened (if that was possible), Blondie was clearly unconvinced though. Oh well, at least she had tried.

xxxxx

A week went by without any word from the audition, Beca figured that despite winning Chloe over she had failed to reach Blondie's standard. She was bothered if she was honest not so much because she had some deep unavowed wish to be part of an a capella group but it was the notion of failing she despised, even more so when it was something that involved music.

She was on her way to her dorm when she spotted Chloe at the entrance of her building. "Hey," Red smiled.

"Hey," Beca greeted her nonchalantly. The last she had seen the redhead was at the audition, oddly enough she felt glad to see her again.

"Don't panic," Chloe quickly added with a wink.

A flat 'what' was all Beca could reply, she was not given the time to make sense of that statement or register the Cheshire cat grin on Chloe's lips as her head was covered by a cloth mere seconds later and she was frogmarched to… somewhere.

She protested and resisted on pure instinct but a steady and soft hand rested on her arm. "Beca, try to relax, trust me," the redhead tried to calm her.

Ten minutes later, when the cloth was lifted from her head, Beca found herself inside a heavily candle-lit auditorium (the perfect setting for a goat sacrifice which at this point wouldn't have surprised her if it happened); she was asked to drink 'blood' from passed sisters (not really, thanks goodness, but just the thought of it… eww), and swore allegiance under the threat of vocal cords ripping wolves (oh yeah, everything was perfectly normal).

All the groups were now gathered in the atrium, beer was flowing as well as laughter and enthusiasm. Beca took everything in warily.

"I don't know what I'm doing here," she declared honestly to Fat Amy. Beca was glad the funny Australian girl was in the group as well, she was at least a familiar face.

"I'm just living the dream. I can't believe they let my sexy fat ass in," the blonde quipped which only made Beca smirked, something told her that things wouldn't ever be boring with the Aussie around. "Alright, time to party!" the Aussie walked away to get herself a beer.

"Becaw! Becaw!"

"Wow…" she snorted upon seeing Jesse.

"Becaw!" Jesse called her again sounding like a… bird?

Jesse was kind of annoying, sweet and funny, but annoying, and since they were stuck several hours a day stacking CDs at the radio station Beca was starting to get used to his presence.

"Do my eyes deceive me or are you a Barden Bella?" he asked with an amused grin. "Face it, you're one of those a cappella girls, I'm one of the a cappella boys and we're going to have aca-children, it's inevitable," he nodded as if he was giving her some wise truth.

"Wow, you're really drunk right now," Beca actually chortled.

"I'm not drunk, you're just blurry," he countered.

"Yeah, could you pass a sobriety test?" the brunette asked pushing him.

"Yup, see how I come right back?" he rocked on the balls of his feet and Beca pushed him again. "Aaaand I come right back," he blinked drowsily. "Can I get you something to drink?"

"Sure."

"You need to get on this level," he added before going to get the offered drink.

The young DJ was still chuckling at Jesse when out of nowhere, she was pulled by her wrists. She found herself almost (and quite literally) nose to nose with Chloe.

"I'm really glad that I met you," the redhead pulled her closer, so close in fact that Beca's heart started to pound frantically in her chest. "I think that we're gonna be really fast friends," Chloe smiled.

For a few seconds Beca was lost in those blue eyes, and those lips were so close to hers…

"Yeah?" Beca recovered quickly and played it cool. "Well you saw me naked, so…" she winked with a smirk.

Chloe didn't step away, she just stayed were she was. "I told you I'd convince you."

"That, you did."

"I'm going to get myself a drink," the redhead announced, finally stepping away. "This ginger needs her jiggle juice," she shook her ass, slapped it and snapped her fingers as she walked away. "See you later."

Beca couldn't help smiling (and she briefly wondered if Chloe's smile was contagious). Whether she was aware of it or not, the redhead was casting a powerful spell and Beca wasn't immune to it.

The night went on, Beca felt a bit like a fish out of the water. She was a solitary kind of person and she enjoyed it, people made her feel uncomfortable because they were too unpredictable and had too many expectations and were not always genuine and generally looked at her like she had an eye in the middle of her forehead or something.

She did enjoy the music and let go enough to move a bit (bobbing her head and swaying slightly from side to side couldn't be referred to as 'dancing'). Eventually she had considered sneaking away, but every time she was held back by Chloe (the girl had a spider sense, seriously).

In fact the redhead had stayed at her side almost all evening, only leaving when her date would look for her, or to have a little word with everyone (always asking Beca to wait for her to be back), she made sure to introduce Beca to people or to involve her into the conversations going on.

When everyone was calling it a night, Chloe followed Beca after bidding her date goodbye.

"So… did you have fun?" the redhead queried.

"Unexpectedly yeah…" Beca admitted.

"Good."

They walked silently for a few minutes when Chloe suddenly grabbed her hand to stir her away from the path leading to her dorm. "What are you doing?"

"Come on, the night is still young," Red winked, all but dragging Beca along to an unknown destination.

Chloe led them to a diner opened 24/7 called The Lighthouse, ordered a chocolate cake (assuring Beca that she would love it). They talked (Chloe talked, Beca listened and found out that she enjoyed listening to the redhead) for almost two hours, before Chloe called it a night for good this time.

When she finally lied down on her bed, Beca thought that things could be worse all things considered.

For the record, I'm a HP fan so I have nothing against Quidditch IRL, as a matter of fact I've played a couple of games myself and it was quite fun.

Well, I shall be back with an update soon.

Thanks for reading.