A/N: This fic was originally started in August 2015 by Alexander Ripley and I, with permission of course, have adopted it. I made a few tweaks to the original two chapters so they are now combined with some of my additions as part of Chapter 1.

I hope you like it.


Beca Mitchell LOVED Sleeping. And music. Music and sleeping were her two great loves in life. One time she slept for 27 straight hours. She considered it one of her greatest accomplishments and also one of the best experiences of her life.

Waking up, on the other hand, was one of Beca's least favorite experiences.

Waking up because someone nearly broke down the door and stormed into your dorm room, even less so.

But that's what happened and that is why Beca was trying to blink herself awake. She found herself caught between a hazy state of annoyance, sleepiness, and anger. Once her vision cleared somewhat there was a little bit of fear added in as she saw the very determined face of one Aubrey Posen.

"Beca Mitchell, wake up right this instant!," Aubrey yelled at her. "It's time to show your dedication to the Bellas!" Aubrey had a voice that would make a drill sergeant proud.

"Shit! I knew this was a cult," Beca mumbled as her brain was still trying to work out what the Hell was going on. "Oh, God, do you expect me to do some weird ritual again? Come on, I've been with the Bellas for almost a year now. I helped them win at Nationals. Wasn't that enough?"

"This is not funny, Beca! Chloe needs our help!"

Now, this woke Beca up faster than splashing ice water on her face. Chloe had grown to be her best friend and, by far, the most important person in Beca's life (which made Beca feel a little bit guilty since, technically, she kind of a boyfriend and he was supposed to hold that title).

"Is she okay?," Beca asked, trying not to show her panic as she quickly got dressed. "Oh, God, what happened?"

"No, she is not okay," Aubrey said in a dramatic fashion. "She is... She." Aubrey paused and put a hand to her mouth like she couldn't bring herself to say the words.

"What?! She's what?," Beca asked finding it hard to breathe.

"She's...Canadian!," Aubrey says with an airy gasp and a shake of her head.

Beca froze for a moment and looked at Aubrey with the most murderous expression she could muster. Which left the tall blonde totally unaffected.

"Are you kidding me, Posen?," Beca said voice laced with anger. "You nearly gave me a heart attack! All because Chloe's Canadian! Who cares if she's Canadian?"

"This is not a joke, Mitchell," Aubrey admonishes. "Chloe has forgotten to renew her visa. She will be deported within two months after graduation. The Bellas will be destroyed. I'll be destroyed."

"Seriously, Aubrey?," Beca said rolling her eyes at the silly drama. "Chloe is white and beautiful. I am pretty sure any lawyer could fix her visa in five minutes."

"Do you think I would come to YOU if it was that easy?," Aubrey asked icily. "Chloe has made a complete mess of her documents. It can't be fixed through lawyers. She will be deported!"

"But that's not. . . Is there anything...?" Beca was at a loss for words as she felt a weight crushing her heart at the thought of Chloe Beale not being there to greet her every day.

"Of course there is, you hobbit," Aubrey screeches. "Do you think I would simply let them take her away? That's why I came to you."

"Um, my dad's a literature professor, not a lawyer," Beca said. "I don't know how he can-"

"This is not about your dad," Aubrey said cutting her off. "This is about you. And, weren't you listening? Lawyers can't fix this."

"If lawyers can't fix this, what the hell can I do?," Beca asked, bewildered as her brain desperately looked for a solution.

"Isn't it obvious?," Aubrey asked rolling her eyes at Beca. "You have to marry Chloe."

Beca's brain shut down for a few seconds as she tried to process the words. Marry Chloe?

"I. Me? What?," Beca sputtered out.

"Did you forget the tequila party Cynthia Rose threw?," Aubrey asked. "Gay marriage is legal now, Beca, and this is the only way."

"But, I, um, what about, uh, hmmm, you?," Beca stuttered. "Why can't you do it?"

"Don't you think I would if I could?," Aubrey asked. "My father would never allow it. He would deliberately sabotage it to keep our family's reputation intact. You are the only other person who has enough social media presence with Chloe for it to be believable that you two are in a relationship when they investigate you."

"But, I may have a boyfriend," Beca mumbled as her mind pondered the 'investigate you' part of Aubrey's statement.

"You've been together, what?, two weeks?," Aubrey asked. "If Jesse is the only obstacle, I will remove him," Aubrey said in a chilly voice that frightened Beca.

"No! No, I'll, um, I'll deal with Jesse," Beca said and ran a hand through her hair. "Look, Aubrey, you can't just spring this on me like this. I need time to think." Beca frowned as the thought of Chloe walking down the aisle with someone else suddenly entered her mind.

"It's no problem," Aubrey said. "I've booked your wedding for this Friday at the Barden University Chapel. You still have four days to get prepared. Now I have to go inform Chloe. Bye." And, just like that, Aubrey was gone before Beca could even react.

"Ugh, too much white girl drama," Kimmy Jin said. She had surprisingly remained silent through the whole exchange between Beca and Aubrey. Giving Beca a murderous look, she went out and slammed the door behind her, leaving a rather confused Beca alone in the room.

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Beca was calm. Well, technically she wasn't calm. She was anything but calm, but her anxiety was so overwhelming and complete that it weirdly felt like being calm. She left her room and went to sit under her favorite tree in the quad. She knew it was silly having a favorite tree, but this one just happened to have great wifi reception. She had been researching the issue for four hours now. Both reading official pages and browsing the forums for first hand experiences

She was very aware that green card marriages were a crime. She wasn't aware, however, that there were actually some pretty serious penalties for it. Until now. If caught, she could face up to five years in prison or have to pay a fine of almost a quarter million dollars. And, surprisingly, the legal consequences didn't really bother Beca that much. She was easily ready to risk this for Chloe.

What did bother Beca was the fact that she would have to spend, at the very least, a year, probably longer, being married to Chloe. The inspections were pretty serious. They would have to live together, sleep together, kiss each other. In other words, be a real married couple. The thought of kissing Chloe was very disturbing to Beca. Not in a bad way, but in a way that she really wanted to and has actually had a few dreams about it. I mean, everybody had a few of those kinds of dreams about their insanely gorgeous best friends, right? They were no big deal. But the thought of actually kissing Chloe Beale made Beca feel things she probably shouldn't be feeling. They weren't bad feelings, just feelings she shouldn't be having for her best friend.

It was bad enough that she constantly cuddled with Chloe and enjoyed it far more than she probably should. But kissing? There was a line drawn for actually kissing on the mouth. And, once she crossed that line, she couldn't pretend that it was merely something that friends do. The thought of spending a year pretending to be so intimate with Chloe nearly made Beca break out in hives. All the horrible possibilities kept cropping up in her mind - destroying her friendship with Chloe, failing the inspection and ending up in prison, or worse, Chloe being banned from the U.S. forever

"Oh shit," said Beca as she suddenly remembered that this wasn't just about her.

How on Earth could she have forgotten so quickly that she actually kind of, maybe, had a boyfriend? She was the worst girlfriend in the world. Jesse deserves someone better. She's pretty sure that if she entered this fake marriage with Chloe that her relationship, if that's what you could call what she and Jesse have had for the last two weeks, was over. She had no doubt that Jesse was the kind of guy who would agree to let her go and not think twice about it. Hell, he would probably find it exciting, like something out of one his movies, and do jokes about being her mistress.

So, now the question becomes, should she dump Jesse for Chloe? Her immediate answer was yes and she didn't even have to think about it. Which of course made her feel even more guilty because she really isn't giving him a shot. But, it is for Chloe, so she'll do whatever it takes.

"Beca?," she heard Chloe call out. She turned around to see a flushed redhead running towards her. Speak of, well, think of the devil. Chloe stopped in front of Beca and said, "I have been looking everywhere for you."

"Hey, Chloe," Beca said awkwardly since she had no idea what else to say.

"I am so sorry," Chloe said sitting down next to Beca. "I had no idea that Aubrey would do something like this. I swear I didn't. Please, just forget about all of this. I told her to stop everything immediately."

"But, she said there was no other way," Beca said somewhat confused.

"I will figure out something," Chloe told her. "Don't worry. Besides, it's no big deal. Worst case scenario, I have to go back to Canada. And then, maybe in a few years, I'll be able to come back. So it's-"

"Chloe," Beca said trying to interrupt the flustered ramblings of a very distraught Chloe.

"Again, I am so sorry that Brey put you through all of this," Chloe continued a little teary eyed. "I just-"

"CHLOE!," said Beca louder which finally caused Chloe to pause.

Beca looked at her and somehow, even flushed with worry and awkwardness, Chloe still managed to look like a gorgeous supermodel. Beca had no idea how she did it.

"Yes?," Chloe said, her voice sounding small and timid.

"Chloe," Beca said softly taking her hands. "Will you marry me?"

Beca honestly doesn't know how she managed to ask the question so calmly. She knew it was inevitable because there was nothing she wouldn't do for Chloe. She was nervous as hell, but she managed to channel all her fake cockiness into this one question.

"Beca," Chloe said looking at her with concern. "Are you sure? This is a big thing and-"

"I've spent the last four house doing research," Beca tells her. "I know exactly what I'm getting myself into. Now, I believe I asked you a question." Beca even managed to pull off a flirty wink. She was pretty proud of herself and was thinking she should try her hand at acting.

"YES!," squealed a jubilant ginger loud enough to wake the dead. Beca's heart almost stopped at the sheer beauty of her smile.

What had she gotten herself into?

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Beca found herself still pacing outside Jesse's dorm room 30 minutes after she had first arrived. She decided she couldn't tell Jesse the real reason she was marrying Chloe so she had to come up with something that made sense.

Suddenly, Jesse's door opened and he was standing there looking at her. She stared back at him unsure of what to do.

"Did you plan on knocking any time soon?," Jesse asked with a grin on his face.

"Sorry," Beca said. "Can we talk?"

Jesse stepped aside and motioned for her to enter. She came in and stood awkwardly looking for a place to sit down. She thought about sitting on the bed but felt it would be wrong to sit on the guy's bed when you were there to break up with him. So, she just stood there, feeling awkward and anxious.

Jesse sits on the edge of his bed and looks at Beca. "So, what did you want to talk about?"

Beca clears her throat. "I, um. Jesse, you're a really great guy-"

"You're breaking up with me," Jesse said.

"What?," Beca asked. "How did-"

"I could see it coming," Jesse said. "The kiss we shared at Nationals was...nice, but I could tell you weren't really into it. Is this because of Chloe?"

"Why would you say that?," Beca asked surprised.

"I've seen the way you look at her," Jesse said. "She looks at you the same way. I figure it wouldn't be long before you guys figured it out."

"What? No, it's," Beca sputtered. "We aren't, didn't, I mean-"

"Beca, relax," Jesse said with a small laugh. "It's okay. I like you but I'm not in love with you. I want you to be with someone who is in love with you. And, from where I'm sitting, that's Chloe."

"I guess," Beca said. She was confused at how Jesse was taking all this. Did she really have those feelings for Chloe? Was that why she so easily gave in to the crazy idea of marrying her?

"Holy shit!," she exclaimed as the realization hit her. "I'm in love with Chloe Beale."

"I believe that's what I just said," Jesse said with a laugh.

"Jesse, I'm so sorry," Beca said looking at the boy. "I didn't mean to. I seriously just now realized it."

"It's okay, Becs," Jesse said. "I kind of feel like we've just been best friends for the past couple of months and the kiss was just because you were on an emotional high. We can just keep being friends, I'm okay with that. I'm happy for you, really. Now, maybe you should go find Chloe and tell her."

"Yeah, maybe," Beca said. She walked over and hugged Jesse. "Thanks, Jess."

"You're welcome, Becs," Jesse said and hugged her back.

Beca pulled back from the hug and looked at Jesse. She decided to tell him about her and Chloe getting married. "I um, have something else to tell you," she said. "I um, kind of asked Chloe to marry me."

"What?," Jesse asked and jumped up, knocking Beca to the floor. "Oh, sorry," Jesse said and pulled her back up. "What do you mean you asked Chloe to marry you?"

"I did it for a specific reason," Beca said. "I'll tell you, but you have to swear on your movie collection that you won't tell anyone. And, I mean ANYONE."

"I swear," Jesse said. He put his right hand over his heart and added, "On my movie collection that I won't tell anyone."

Beca took a deep breath and told Jesse about Chloe and her being Canadian. About how her visa was expiring and she was going to be deported.

Jesse stared at her dumbfounded. "This is just like 'The Proposal'."

"The what?," Beca asked.

"The movie," Jesse said. "Sandra Bullock and Ryan Reynolds. She's Canadian and is going to be deported. He's her assistant and she gets engaged to him. He takes her home to meet his family and they really fall in love. I can't believe you don't know this."

"You know I don't like movies," Beca said.

"We watched it together like a week ago, Becs," Jesse said.

"Yeah, still not helping," Beca said.

"Trust me, this is just like the movie," Jesse said. He then looked at Beca with a big grin and seemed to shiver with excitement. "When are you getting married?"

"Just like that?," Beca said. "You jump from us breaking up to being excited about me marrying someone else."

"Beca," Jesse said. "This is so romantic. You'll marry the love of your life, she'll get to stay in the U.S., and you'll stay married forever because you'll realize that you're both in love with each other."

"We're scheduled to get married on Friday," Beca said.

"Can I be your Best Man?," Jesse asked. "Or is it Man of Honor? Whatever. I'll wear a suit and everything."

"Oh, my God," Beca said and ran a hand through her hair. "You know what? Sure. You can be my Best Man or Man of Honor. I'll let you know the time and everything once I talk to Aubrey about the plans."

"Awesome!," Jesse said.

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After meeting with Jesse, Beca heads over to Chloe's. She is sitting next to Chloe on the sofa and Chloe is telling her about their meeting with immigration regarding their marriage.

"When, um," Beca clears her throat. "When is that meeting?"

"August 15th at 2:00 pm," Aubrey tells her.

"That's almost three months away," Beca said a bit nervous. "I thought it would be sooner since we're getting married in 2 days."

Chloe squeezed her hand. "We can just stop this right now, Beca,"

"No!," Beca said. "I mean, that's not necessary. I'm in this all the way."

"Good!," Aubrey stated. Chloe smiled at Beca and intertwined her fingers in Beca's hand. "Now, they are probably going to separate the two of you and ask you questions about the other. Your likes and favorite things. Your families. Your friends. Anything is fair game. Are you ready for that?"

"Um, yeah," Beca squeaks out in reply. "Plus, we have three months to prepare."

"We got this, Becs," Chloe said. "We know so much about each other already. We can do this."

Beca smiled at Chloe and nodded her head. "You're right. We got this."

"I actually have a class in 20 minutes," Chloe said. "I really should get to it."

"Okay," Beca said. "I'll talk to you later."

"Want to grab dinner after my class?," Chloe asked

"Sure," Beca said and smiled.

Chloe grabbed her bag and hurried out the door. Aubrey stood there watching Beca. Beca looked at Aubrey.

"I kind of need to tell you something," Beca said.

"What is it?," Aubrey asked.

Beca sat there playing with her fingers. She swallowed a couple of times and looked Aubrey.

"I'm, uh," Beca stammered a bit. "I'm kinda already in love with Chloe."

"I know," Aubrey said with a small smile.

"What? How?," Beca asked. "I just figured it out myself."

"Beca," Aubrey said. She let out a sigh and sat next to the young brunette. "I really didn't ask you to marry Chloe because you were the 'last resort'. I chose you because I can see how you feel about her. And, Chloe hasn't admitted it yet, but she's in love with you, too. I'm not the only who's noticed. All the Bellas can see it."

"Jesse said the same thing," Beca said. "Is it really that obvious?"

"Yeah, it kind of is," Aubrey said. "And that's why she's going to be able to stay in the United States. Because anyone who sees you two together will be able to tell how you feel about each other. So, you see, you have nothing to worry about. Just be honest when the time comes. Answer the questions you know and if you don't know, just say you don't know. Not everyone knows everything about someone else, no matter how much in love they are."

"I have to go," Beca said standing quickly. "I'll, um, see you guys tomorrow."

Beca quickly left the apartment. Aubrey was a little concerned about Beca's abrupt departure and thought about stopping her but just chalked everything up to nerves. She was right about Beca being nervous. Aubrey should have given in to the thought of stopping Beca. Because Beca was doing the one thing she did best when faced with anything emotional, she was running.

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Beca was in her dorm room packing up all her stuff. She disconnected her mixing equipment, and pulled all her clothes from the closet, unloaded her dresser, got all her toiletries, and put everything into boxes. She looked around the room and saw she still had sheets and pillows on the bed. She decided there wasn't any room so she was just going to leave it. She grabbed one of the boxes and realized it was too heavy for her to carry.

Beca sat on the edge of her bed, feeling frustrated and anxious. She had to find a cart or something to get her stuff down to her car. She had no real plan but felt like she needed to get out of there. She sat there and put her head in her hands. She had no idea what to do so she called her dad.