Author's Note: Hi! This is chapter one of a new Bechaubrey fanfiction I have written. It has taken me 6 weeks to get this chapter to a standard where I felt I could publish it. Right let get on with the story. Please R&R. Constructive Criticism is appreciated but please no hurtful things! :)

DISCLAIMER: Do not own pitch perfect as Many things would be different had I written it.

"Ugh I hate being a grad student" Chloe whined to herself as she entered her apartment, tiredly, in Philadelphia. She was 3 months into her first year at Penn and she had moved with the help of her two girlfriends, a month before term had started. Bree had moved to New York City as she was attending Columbia Law. Beca had declared a double major in music and marketing with a few other Bellas as well as minoring in art.

Chloe missed her loves more than anything and wanted nothing more than to go home. Home to Bree and Beca.

A loud bang on flimsy wood that was supposedly a suitable door roused Beca from her tear session. She had had a terrible week. The Bellas couldn't agree on anything, Bree hadn't called or texted since Sunday, Chloe hadn't made contact since Wednesday and she missed them like hell by Friday. To top her week of, Jesse had been hitting on her non-stop and she wanted – no needed her girls.

Beca walked to the door, stopping momentarily to wipe away the impressive yet scary racoon eyes as best as possible. She was stunned when she flung the door open revealing who was on the other side.

"Mom?" She whispered, a small sob escaping her quivering lips delaying her only a second before Beca launched herself into her mother's arms.

"Hey Bec" Isabel said into her daughter's hair as she held the entirety of Beca's body weight. The pair stood there in the middle of her dorm corridor embraced for a few minutes before Isabel broke the silence. "Pumpkin, I have a surprise for you!" Isabel was emotional and excited and Beca could hear it in her voice. She stood confused, looking at her mother until she saw movement out of the corner of her eye. A figure moved from around the corner leading to the stair well. One she hadn't seen in 2 years. Someone she thought she had lost. Amanda.

Bree groaned as she sat back on, leaning against the shower door. It hurt, she had never had it this bad before. All she could think right now is how she wanted Chloe and Beca.

Her father had shown up Sunday morning for a surprise visit and she hadn't prepared herself. Aubrey thought her father had been acting funny all week but hadn't spoken about it because she assumed he was here to berate her for not concentrating enough so this week she had worked herself stupid. She had been up every morning 5 oclock to run till 6 then showered and had breakfast and by 6:30 she had been working. She worked all day on homework or extra reading or was in class all day and continued late into the night usually turning in somewhere between midnight and 2 in the morning. It was taking its toll on her and she wanted her girlfriends. She had barely had time to eat let alone talk with Beca and Chloe this week and hadn't kept up replying to texts. She felt bad.

Tears slipped down her face as she threw up into the toilet again. She was so occupied with heaving that she didn't her the door open and close, or her name being called. Suddenly someone was holding her hair back and running a soothing hand up and down her back.

"Bree? What's wrong honey?" William Posen asked. He had walked through the door with a surprise for Aubrey only to hear her vomiting in the bathroom.

"I can't do it Dad, I need them and I can't do this anymore. I can't be the person you want me to be. I am miserable, I am making myself sick all so I can impress you. I live for the day you tell me you are proud of me and that you love me. I have worked so hard but that day never comes and I can't do it anymore." Aubrey began to sob as she finished talking only hoping that her father's lecture would be short so she could call her girlfriend's.

"I know Bree. I have always been too hard on you but I thought I was doing right by you. I now see that and I can see you are miserable without you girls. Let's get you cleaned up and while you are in the shower I will make dinner. Come into the living room when you are ready honey." William left Aubrey with a kiss on the top of her head.

20 minutes later Bree was showered and had changed into her pyjamas. She didn't care if her father thought it was unlady like or rude, she was tired and want to wear her pyjamas so she was. She could hear her father talking to someone but she didn't know who. She assumed he was on the phone so entered the kitchen quietly so as not to disturb him. The plan slightly failed when she saw the red hair she had grown to love came into sight sat at the table. Aubrey shrieked and ran towards Chloe. The red head stood up and turned just in time to catch Bree as she catapulted into her arms.

"Oh my god! What are you doing here?" Finally, Aubrey broke the silence.

"Your dad rung me told me to pack a bag for two weeks and sent me an email with flight info on. He told me that you were miserable and need me and Beca. So here I am." Chloe replied an earth shattering grin on her face. Aubrey grabbed Chloe's cheeks and pulled the red head into a fiercely passionate kiss forgetting entirely that her father was in the room. A small cough pulled the two girls out of the kiss Aubrey blushing a little. Aubrey ran up to her father and pulled him into a hug. William looked startled only a few seconds before embracing his daughter tightly.

"Thank you so much dad!"

Aubrey was buzzing with excitement and so was Chloe. Her father dished out dinner and they ate in mostly silence. Dinner was only interrupted occasionally when William would ask Chloe about school. After dinner the three cleaned up and William decided to go back to his hotel. He left the two girls, hugging Aubrey goodbye and leaving a kiss on the top of her head. He also did this to Chloe. She was shocked but participated in her first William Posen hug. Her first of many. Aubrey and Chloe lay on the sofa stretched and cuddled together.

"What's wrong Bree?" Chloe could tell something was wrong. It was bugging the blonde and she thought she knew what was up.

"It's about Becs"