Author: whoselineisitanyway

Rating: M

I just wrote this chapter so mistakes are all on me. Any feedback is appreciated, just be gentle with me.

One thing Beca Mitchell had learned about Chloe was that she wasn't as put together as everyone thought, she wasn't happy all the time and she didn't always put other people's happiness in front of her own. Chloe Beale was far from callous or careless, but when it came to her own feelings and protecting herself, she was a warrior. She could be stubborn and insensitive.

Beca couldn't blame her for this, she was hardly the face of compassion, she was just as stubborn and indifferent to other people's feelings. Sarcasm and wit were like a second language, but ever since joining the Bellas and meeting Chloe, Beca hadn't exactly changed but she was certainly more open and accepting of herself.

Chloe made her feel things, she revealed Beca's truly impenetrable armour and cut through it with a swift blow. Beca was cheesy, she liked making bad jokes, she did need people - one person in particular, and she trusted the Bellas more than she had expected to since she joining.

So when Chloe would insist they watched movies together, she would complain but comply, if Chloe wanted to hear her personal mixes and pulled that puppy dog face, they would be on her iPod 10 minutes later and if Chloe wanted to cuddle in bed and talk then Beca would get comfortable.

But Chloe was not an open book, she needed Beca sometimes but other times she would push everyone away and Beca just couldn't understand it. She couldn't understand what was going through the gingers head, her confidence and outgoing nature just threw Beca off thinking anything was wrong.

As Beca came out her shell and learned to accept herself, it felt as though Chloe was using her own for shelter and solitude.

When Beca told Jesse she was gay he joked that it wasn't a surprise since she hadn't broken the rule to have sex with him on the desk at the radio station. And ever since then they had been good friends, despite his constant need to overshare about movies.

And when it had came up with Chloe after a brief interrogation with Aubrey about her 'toner' for Jessie, she was shocked at first but then reassured the brunette that it was just a pleasant surprise if anything. But continued to look at her pensively for the rest of the day.

And if Beca had any semblance of self-awareness she would have noticed those looks. They were curious, self-berating, hopeful but also full of jealousy and longing. The only conscious thought that she had on the matter was her feelings about Chloe. It's not as if she hid them well or even tried to, Beca had hoped that after revealing her sexuality that she'd get an indication from Chloe if she stood a chance.

But it never came. They got closer throughout their first year together, in between Bellas practices, winning ICCAs, the summer they spent together and Chloe deciding to stay at Barden for grad school; they were pretty inseparable. But Beca was happy with Chloe being her best friend, she believed that she was lucky to have Chloe in her life and would do anything for her.

Being happy for her meant that she would hold her when she cried, helping a drunk and stumbling redhead into bed safely and most recently, meant that she had to stand by and watch as Chloe dated the biggest douche on the planet.

Beca hated Jared, he was a jerk and messed Chloe around. She honestly couldn't see what Chloe saw in him, he was the same age as the redhead but applied for college a year later because he didn't get in the first time, so he was still in his senior year. Idiot.

Chloe could tell that Beca hated Jared but she just reassured the younger girl that he was a nice, caring guy and meant a lot to her, despite that fact that he didn't. Chloe didn't want to be with him, he was a distraction and the best kind. She could never fall for a guy that was as big a jerk as he was, he didn't even listen to her.

Not like Beca did, she would listen to Chloe rant away for hours and even when she thought she had zoned out, she'd make comments that left her weak at the knees and her heart ache. She had always been attracted to the brunette but she couldn't act on those feelings, no she mustn't.

It wasn't the fact that he had broken up with her, she didn't really care that he had. It was the way that he did it. He called her out for using him, and said that she wasn't all that but he had hoped he was gonna get laid. He was frustrated with the lack of bedroom activity that had gone on between them, and he made sure everyone knew it. He had yelled at her about it in front of his friends who thought it was appropriate to cheer him on and mutter snide comments about her being a prude.

When he had done with his taunting, he even went as far to lean in and whisper that she was clearly a lesbian but no one would want her, not even her little alt friend Beca. After that Chloe slapped him hard, yelled profanities and stormed away. She went back to her off-campus apartment and that's where she was now, sat on her couch crying.

She cried hot tears of embarrassment and shame, her arms clinging to a pillow. She didn't realise she had been that obvious with her feelings towards Beca, or about her sexuality at all but to be called out on it by a jerk like Jared, it hurt. The disgust in his tone had left her with her own feelings of disdain, why couldn't she just be normal?

Too lost in her own thoughts, she hadn't realised her phone had buzzed with a couple of texts since the break-up but then her chosen ringtone of 'Titanium' personalised to Beca cut through the near-silence in her apartment.

Chloe wiped her face with the back of her hand, sniffled and cleared her throat in an attempt to disguise the tears in her voice. She answered her phone and held it to her ear.

'H-hello? She berated herself for how croaky she sounded.

'Hey Chlo, I've been trying to get hold of you but you haven't been answering my texts!' Beca's rushed voice came through the speaker then paused to take a breath. 'You okay?'

'I'm fine-.' She choked on her own tears and brought a hand up to stifle her crying but the cat was already out of the bag.

'Uh shit, I'm coming over right now, k?' Chloe nodded but then realised that Beca couldn't see her and replied. 'Mkay.'

The dial tone told her that Beca had already hung up and she threw her phone away from her and laid her head back onto the sofa.

Chloe's front door swiftly opened and rattled shut as Beca rushed into the apartment having used her spare keys. She looked breathless and red-faced as she looked over at where Chloe was sitting doe-eyed. I can't believe she ran over here for me, Chloe thought.

'Guess you haven't been keeping up with your cardio.' The redhead tried to joke but the other girl just shook her head and came to fall to her knees in front of where Chloe had been sitting.

'What's going on Chlo?' The concern in Beca's tone caused even more tears to fall from her eyes. Beca frowned and brought her hands up to wipe her tears away and push stray hairs behind her ear.

'Whatever it is you can tell me.' Chloe leaned further into her touch, shutting her eyes at the warmth of Beca's touch and couldn't help but feel the ache inside of her. She wanted to be with her, she wanted Beca to touch her everywhere like that and most of all, she wanted to be brave like Beca. Brave enough to own her feelings.

'I-I can't. Not right now.' She pressed her lips tight together and thrust her body forward so she had her face buried Beca's neck and nearly knocked the girl off balance. Beca instantly relaxed and wrapped her arms around Chloe's body tightly, rubbing up and down her back.

It was a while before either moved or said anything but Beca was starting to get an ache all over her body from her uncomfortable position and she suspected that it couldn't be any better for Chloe either.

'How about we go cuddle in bed?' The brunette offered, pulling back slightly to see Chloe's tear stained face.

The redhead nodded and stood, offering a hand which Beca willingly took. They made their way into Chloe's bedroom and got comfortable on her queen bed.

Beca immediately shuffled as close as she could to the other girl and threw an arm over the other girls stomach which caused a raised eyebrow in response to her making the first move to initiate cuddling.

Beca didn't take the time to respond to the questioning on Chloe's face instead choosing to lean in close and whisper soothing comments.

'I'm here for you Chloe, always. Whenever you need me, whenever you're ready to talk about it or even if you never want to talk about it I'll hold you. No matter what, I will be here.'

Chloe bit her lip as she heard the brunettes sincere words and stared back into her wide eyes and ran her fingers up along the arm that was slung across her.

'You really care about me, don't you?' The tone in Chloe's voice made her question her knee-jerk reaction to answer.

'Yes.' She whispered, searching Chloe's eyes for some indication of what was going through her mind.

She got her answer when she felt Chloe's lips pressed against her own, before her brain could question she was kissing her back. Beca felt Chloe's hand clinging to her shirt, the other gripping the back of her neck and pulled back.

'What are you doing?'

Chloe offered a small watery smile at the fact that Beca had kissed her back. It quickly became a grimace at the fact she had pulled back. 'You want me, I know you do.' The undignified tone got Beca's blood boiling.

As soon as Beca's suspicions of whether or not Chloe was aware of her feelings had been confirmed, she felt her brain quickly rushing into territory of why Chloe had waited until now to say anything but stopped herself by leaning in to capture her lips again.

She suckled on Chloe's bottom lip, sliding her tongue into her mouth and teased her tongue by running her own along the front of her teeth avoiding it. Chloe whimpered at the act and pushed her mouth more forcefully against the younger girls, her hand sliding up the back of Beca's shirt and removed any space between their bodies.

Their legs became tangled, and Chloe felt herself getting lost in Beca's kisses and touch. She had never felt more alive than this moment, and it was exhilarating and scary all at once. Pushing the thoughts of self-loathing to the back of her mind, she rolled Beca onto her back and let her hands wander.

Smut caused frustration seems to be my specialty. It'll come. And they will too. Do review!