Title: We're Lined Up Like Chances And All That You Need Do Is Take One
Author: violentsweetperfect
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Rated: M
Pairing: Beca M & Chloe B
Summary: Beca Mitchell was talked into going on an MTV dating show to meet Chloe Beale.

Beca Mitchell, a 19 year old lesbian who worked as a bartender and manager of the all-age music club Platforms, groaned as she heard the loud knocking noises of the engine for her 1999 Jeep Wrangler through the window as she parked in front of Cafe Lune. Her best friend just had to pick the coffeehouse in another city, unsatisfied with the idea of going to the nearest Starbucks.

"I need to find another job." Beca said, frustrated, as she walked toward her best friend, Jesse Swanson, who was sitting at a table outside the coffeehouse. She placed her cup down at the table next to her phone.

"What happened?" Jesse asked with concern, looking up from the newspaper he was reading then turned the page.

"My car's annoying me." Beca replied, sitting across her best friend. "It's making this really loud noise and I don't know what I'm supposed to do with it. I can't get another car 'cause I have to save up for school, and my salary at Platforms isn't enough to pay for anything."

"I'll see if we have any openings, and I'll try to get you a job," Jesse said, who worked at MTV Studios through the connection of his father. He took a sip from his cup. Beca took the paper from the table and looked for the classified ads. "But I can't promise anything."

"Thanks." Beca said, burying her head into the newspaper. "How are things?"

"Good," Jesse said, "Work's so much fun..." He stopped himself, realizing the words he was saying might not be helpful for his friend.

"That's cool." Beca said, "Where's Stacie?"

Stacie was Jesse's girlfriend for a year now. They met when Jesse went to a party with his sister and Stacie was by herself. Jesse thought she was beautiful and wanted to talk to her. But, by the time Jesse was able to summon the courage to talk to her, she was gone. It wasn't until weeks after digging through Facebook that they finally talked and met at his sister's graduation party.

Beca smiled at the thoughts she remembered about how Jesse was excited over seeing Stacie again, and how he seemed really happy. Beca was happy for her friend, a bit envious sometimes. But she still managed to smile at the memories that she felt brought her and Jesse closer, like the time he dragged Beca to the beach til 2 A.M. to talk about Stacie and how his feelings toward her was confusing and frustrating him. But now that they were together, all of it seemed to be just memories of the past.

"She's working." Jesse replied. Stacie worked at Hollister at the mall, wearing their clothing to model around the store and helping customers with their purchases.

Beca placed the newspaper down on the table and looked up as she heard two girls arguing. One was a tall, slender redhead wearing a light three-quarter sleeve purple top with a white cotton blazer on top, with a fitted denim pants. The other, a shorter girl with a darker hair that was almost black, was wearing a black shirt with a graphic print of the words "enjoy yourself" with a girl touching herself in between the words, and black baggy pants.

"So, find anything good?" Jesse asked.

"Can we not talk about this now?" The shorter girl exclaimed, stopping a few feet behind Jesse, in clear view for Beca.

Beca and the taller girl locked eyes, and Beca could tell that she was stressed and a little embarrassed, as she didn't want to be in the conversation. But, as much as Beca would want to help, it wasn't her place to.

"Why not?" The taller girl said, "I have a right to know if you were cheating on me with Cassy."

"Would you believe me if I had said no?" The girl said, defensively.

Beca, still looking at the redheaded girl, was lost in the conversation and did not respond to Jesse's question. Jesse looked at her and to what she was looking at, then back at Beca, who looked away. He connected the two, as Beca glanced at the girls, more specifically, the taller one again.

"She looks familiar." Jesse whispered to himself, looking at the taller girl.

"What?" Beca asked, watching the girls walk away still arguing.

"Nothing," Jesse said, folding the newspaper neatly onto the table, exposing the page with the Sudoku and Crossword puzzles. He stared at it for a bit. "What's a six-letter last name for 'Pioneer geneticist Gregor'? Second letter is an e." He asked, "It's on the tip of my tongue."

"Mendel." Beca responded, her eyes darting at the classified ads again toward the hotel receptionist wanted post.

"How do you know that?" Jesse asked, "I thought you're all about Law and Politics."

"He's the father of modern genetics," Beca replied, defiantly.

"Right, right," Jesse said, after thinking for a second, he added, "He's the heredity guy."

Beca nodded. "We're going to stay here? I'm hungry." Beca said.

"Sure," Jesse said, "What you in a mood for?"

"Uh, I don't know." Beca replied, "What do you want to eat?"

"I don't know."

"Well, how about we drive around and see if we find anything that's good."

"Sure." Jesse said, "We'll just take my car."

"Yeah." The brunette girl agreed, "That'll be good."

Jesse piled up the newspaper neatly and stood up. Beca followed him to the car and got in the passenger seat.