A/N: So, I started this as a place to post all of my one shots, instead of having them scattered everywhere. Some of them will be be from the Tell the World universe, some won't. I take prompts, even though my list is steadily growing so it may take a while.
The rating for these is T unless otherwise noted!
This was a song prompt from Y0UNG R3AD3R. It's standalone, established Bechloe
If You Ever Come Back - The Script
Chloe wasn't exactly sure what had happened.
One day they were discussing buying a house, and the next Beca wasn't answering her texts.
It had currently been about four days since she had heard from the brunette, and she was starting to get worried.
She was sure Beca was ok; because alright, she had called the recording studio's security guard to make sure that the DJ hadn't been, ya' know, brutally murdered. He had reported back that takeout was delivered twice a day, and coffee once. So she knew the brunette was alive, she was just choosing not to speak to Chloe.
She even went so far as to try and visit Beca at work, but it turns out that she had been taken off the list of allowed visitors.
She was totes ok with that, and respected Beca's privacy,
She was also totes not freaking out.
Except all of that was a lie and she was 100% freaking out.
Because things were going great, awesome in fact, and then she starts talking to her girlfriend about buying a home together and said girlfriend goes AWOL?
Not cool.
Aubrey is positive that Beca is gone for good.
Even after a year of being together, the blonde is still apprehensive about her relationship with Beca.
Fully supportive.
But apprehensive.
And right now, Chloe is a little apprehensive too.
Not about Beca.
Because she is absolutely positive that Beca is the one for her.
But maybe a little concerned that she pushed things too far too fast.
They'd only been together a year, and they had the funds for a house, but maybe she shouldn't have pushed.
And she would gladly accept that and back off, but Beca wasn't taking her calls at the moment.
With everyday that passed, she was more and more convinced that Beca would not be coming back home. Panic rose in her at the thought. That she had so easily destroyed something that it had taken so many years to build.
She refused to acknowledge it.
Refused to even admit that Beca was gone.
As far as she was concerned, it was just a busy week at the studio.
So busy that Beca needed to eat and sleep at the studio and didn't even have time to answer Chloe's phone calls or text messages.
Yeah, it sounded pathetic to her too.
After a week, the lies she told herself were even harder to believe. At first, Aubrey was the only one who assumed that the DJ had ditched out on her, but now, now the rest of Chloe's friends were beginning to agree.
She clung to hope though. Hope that one day Beca would walk through the front door like nothing had even happened.
She wasn't holding up well, to be honest She hadn't been sleeping that great, anxious that she would miss Beca's phone call, should the other woman suddenly decide to call in the middle of the night. She still ordered Beca's favorite whenever dinner time came around, convinced that on the off chance she didn't get that order of cheese fries; Beca would come home and feel like she had been forgotten. She still made an extra cup of coffee every morning, just like Beca liked it. Even though she had to pour it out every night when she came home and it remained untouched.
She wished that Beca would just say something, anything. If she was being broken up with, then she would at least like to know.
She wanted to know if Beca thought about her; or if she was easily forgotten, put out like the trash and never remembered.
A small part of her hoped that Beca was just as miserable as she was; even though she refused to acknowledge that she was miserable, putting on a happy face even for the girl in the mirror.
When she got home from work- 9 days post Beca- she shed her bag and her shoes before clicking the deadbolt into place. She paused though, fingers ghosting over the cold metal of the lock before sliding it back into the open position. Beca had a habit of forgetting her keys - taking a cab to the studio so that she could work during her commute.
She could hear her father's voice in her head, chastising her about leaving the door unlocked in a city like Los Angeles. Really though, if someone did break in, what could they take? The most important thing that Chloe had wasn't even here.
She left the light on in the entryway, hoping that the sliver of light shining out into the hallway would act as a beacon.
The whole charade reminded her of when she was ten and the family dog had run away, slipping out of a hole in the backyard fence. She had left a bowl of food out every night for a month after the dog had disappeared, even though she knew deep down that Rosco was never coming back.
Beca was not her dog though, she was her girlfriend; and she couldn't just run away. She had clothes and shoes and recording equipment - other things that people accumulated during the act of living. Granted, half of her clothes, her favorite pair of boots, and her laptop were all missing.
Still, that didn't mean she was gone forever, right?
She ate her dinner in silence, staring across the small table at the extra plate of food that sat untouched. When she was finished, she placed the leftovers in tupperware and labeled them, quickly washing the dishes and cleaning up the small mess in the kitchen.
She automatically reached for the tea kettle, filling it and setting on the stove. It was their nightly ritual - Chloe would make tea and they would sit and watch whatever trash tv happened to be on.
Decompressing.
Talking.
Laughing.
Tonight their show of choice happened to be The Voice, and Chloe flicked tv on, watching the commercials as she waited for the kettle to boil. There was a noise out in the hall and she froze, heart thundering in her chest as she listened.
She could hear the door handle as it turned, hear the familiar thud of Beca's boots being kicked off.
The tea kettle whistled just then, and she startled, only to smile as she heard footsteps fading into the kitchen. The kettle stopped its rattling, and the cupboard was opened and shut.
She held her breath, eyes glued to the television. Praying that her ears weren't playing tricks on her.
A figure passed in front of the couch and a warm mug was placed in her hands.
Beca sat next to her, prying away some of the blanket to cover her bare feet.
"Team Adam is going to kick team Christina's ass."
And it was just like she was never gone.