Beca sprinted across campus, dodging colorful umbrellas and other speeding students while trying her best to not be trampled. She lurched to a halt in front of her philosophy building, soaked to the bone despite her best efforts. As she entered the cool, old hall she drew her collar closer with a shudder and frown.
Through out the painstakingly droll lecture, the air conditioner seemed to (unfortunately) be functioning at full blast, much to the chagrin of the room's occupants. The young, dark-haired freshman, jolted awake from her unplanned nap upon the slams of closing books, and trailed the other coeds out of the classroom. Her sleep had been fitful and short the night before due to working on both new mixes, the bellas setlist and schoolwork. 'Fourth night this week,' Beca thought to herself. Between a capella rehersals, mixing, and as many shifts as she could take at the radio station the young woman had gotten only around 6-8 hours of sleep the past 5 days. She had pushed through to today, Friday, with a concoction of energy drinks and cold showers. Even worse to her than her lack of sleep was that she had been unable to see her girlfriends outside of Bellas practice. A frown graced her features as she thought of the lack of time they had spent together, feeling rather neglected. The DJ had stayed in her dorm this week in order to get the new setlist done, and unfortunately fell into rather poor sleeping and eating habits. As Beca Mitchell reached the entrance to the outdoors a cough overtook her small frame, inspiring a jolt of pain in her chest. She leaned a hand against the nearest doorframe to steady her stumbling feet, and her indifferent classmates shuffled past with muted glances.
Once the DJ regained use of her lungs, she pulled her jacket closer and ran out again into the horrid downpour, this time in the direction of her beloved bellas rehersal.
*Bree I will be a little late -B* she texted mid-jog to her blonde girlfriend in hopes that forewarning would undercut the infamous Posen wrath.
*Fine. Just hurry babe. -A* came the quick reply. With a small smile at the term of endearment Beca focused on scurrying through the rain without slipping, a daunting 3 blocks to go.
Beca entered the old gym as stealthily as possibly, hearing her bella sisters warming up by practicing the lyrics to one of the new songs she had chosen. She smirked to herself, basking in how she had taken the group to a new level of success as soon as Aubrey had allowed her to incorporate her mixes. Her self-gloating moment was retched away when another cough began to crawl up her throat, and before she could restrain herself Beca's vision was pointed to the floor as she bent in half trying to breathe again.
"Becs?" a soft voice cried out, followed by approacing footfalls, "Becs, baby are you okay? Oh Beca, you're soaked!"
Strong arms wrapped around the tiny girl's upper arms as her stomy eyes focused on the cerulean orbs of her bubbly girlfriend.
"What can I say Chlo, you get me worked up," The DJ mumbled out with a small grin.
The red-haired girl rolled her eyes with a smile, and guided the younger girl through the rehersal space's double doors and sat her onto the first row of wooden bleachers.
"Chloe? Beca? Care to join?" Their blonde girlfriend's voice drifted over from the rest of the bellas.
"Yeah Bree one sec, let me put my stuff down." Beca replied hoarsely.
"Beca maybe you shouldn't practice today, you're not looking so hot," Chloe said grasping an arm with a slight frown.
"While that comment simply boosts my self-confidence, I'm fine Chlo I just have this and work then I can rest with you and Bree all weekend" Beca reassured her girlfriend with a gentle smile, "Now let's go before the Nazi assigns extra cardio."
The two Bellas rejoined the group, as the senior captains began to run the girls through their fresh routine. The mismatched cohort ran through the new material as well as any first go, and slowly most of them began to gain progress on their parts throughout the practice. The two seniors noted that their short girlfriend seemed to lag a few steps behind and repetitively stumbled over her own feet.
"Alright ladies, good work today! Bring it in!" Aubrey called after a few hours of work.
The group trudged from their huddle, gathering up books and bags to meander home in the now frigid fall night.
The brown-haired DJ stumbled over to her damp coat and bag and turned to say a quick goodbye to her two girlfriends, whom (to her surprise) met her with stern gazes, crossed arms, and frowns.
"What?" The girl croaked out, taking a step back from the unexpected attention.
"Becs are you sure you're feeling okay?" Chloe questioned drawing closer and placing her arms on her girlfriend's slim shoulders.
Beca dropped her head to look at her feet, only to feel slim fingers bring her gaze up to meet emerald eyes.
"Beca Mitchell, call Luke and cancel your shift tonight you look like hell." Her blonde girlfriend demanded sternly.
"I'm fine, what do you care, you're not in charge of me." Beca shot back, wincing slightly as her voice cracked.
Aubrey narrowed her eyes and placed her hand on Beca's forehead, gasping slightly at the sharp fever she felt. "Babe please, I care because I love you. I know things have been busy lately but let us take care of you."
The freshman sighed heavily, and slumped her shoulders.
"I'm sorry Bree, I love you too. I just have missed you two this week."
"Awwh Beca baby, we're so sorry we didn't make more time for us time this week, it's just been busy with the new choreography and grad school." Chloe said, pulling her girlfriend to her body. She noted that the DJ's usual small frame seemed a little more thin than normal and mentally decided to talk about it later.
"I know and I didn't make the time I should've either, I'm sorry, the setlist killed me. Let me call Luke and we can jus-just go home." Beca said with a long yawn as she pulled back from the redhead.
A chill ran under her skin for the umpteenth time that day as the bella pressed the right contact and held her phone to her ear as her girls gathered up their bags.
"Ello?" A deep voice answered through the line.
"Hey Luke, it's Beca. Listen I'm pretty under the weather tonight I won't be able to make my shift" She said, her voice gravelly and low.
"No problem Becky, you've worked a bunch this week anyway, feel better mate."
"Thanks, Luke" The girl replied to her boss groggily, deftly ending the call.
When she looked up she was enveloped in a dual hug and slumpled into the warm embrace.
"Can we go home and cuddle? I'm exhausted" The younger girl mumbled into a shoulder.
"Of course babe, Chlo and I will take care of you til you feel better." Aubrey said into the mane of brown hair at her chin, and placed a kiss on her girlfriend's hot forehead.
"Yeah Becs we'll make you feel real good." Chloe added with a suggestive wink, and tugged both her girlfriends out of the gym.
Upon feeling the cool breeze, Aubrey immediately stripped off her jacket and tugged it onto her girlfriend's small frame, finishing by putting an arm around the bundled girl and pulling her close.
"Bree it's fine, I don't want you to be cold," Beca protested, attempting to squirm out of the warm coat only to be further trapped by Chloe's arm and body mirroring the blonde's.
"Now now Beca we are only looking out for you," Chloe chided mockingly, as the DJ rolled her eyes at both girls. They walked quickly in the cold to Aubrey and Chloe's shared apartment, conversing about the progress of the first practice with the new set as well as teasing Beca about her poor dancing.
Next chapter: cute sick Beca, talking about how she needs to take care of herself n shit, cute fluff.
Comment any triple treble or Bechloe prompts you would possibly like me to write, I am getting into writing again (not that I'm good but)