This is a series, not a multi-chapter fic! So, the timeline jumps, but I'm adding things on here in order. Hope that makes sense!
The first section is all Beca/Kommissar interactions in PP2 (plus some additional content) as told from Chloe's POV. Basically, an extremely jealous Chloe Beale. Largely cannon, but I added some things in the middle and end. Three parts, first section of this series.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, mistakes are mine.
Jealousy's a Bitch... Or Maybe it's Just the German
Okay. Fine. They're good. And the blonde woman– what does their website say her name is? Kommissar? – is, well, extremely beautiful. That's annoying. And okay, she can belt pretty decently. For a German tour-thief. Annoying.
The DSM performance ends and Kommissar surveys the crowd, her gaze settling on the group of Bellas. Suddenly, Chloe is forced to reconsider her initial impressions.
DSM had been good. But not that good. Not so good that they get to look over at the Bellas with that much arrogance and distain. Not so good that Kommissar gets to look at Beca like that. Like she's some interesting challenge waiting to be overcome. It's gross.
She's looking at Beca like she's a snack.
Chloe is fuming.
She no longer thinks Kommissar is beautiful.
No one gets to look at Beca like that. Moving closer to her protectively and glancing over, Chloe is pleased to see Beca glaring at the German woman. Well, maybe at the whole DSM group, but Chloe likes to think it's focused on their blonde leader.
As DSM steps off the stage to head in their direction, Chloe hisses, "Stand your ground," to the ranks of Bellas behind her. There can be no sign of weakness.
They all stare at the leaders of DSM as they approach: Kommissar and a huge guy. Chloe's pretty sure his name is Pieter. She'd scouted their entire group online to gain as much intel on them as possible.
"Barden Bellas," calls Kommissar as she reaches for a towel Pieter extends to her. "You came here to see us?"
Chloe crosses her arms and frowns; even this woman's voice is incredibly alluring, deep and rich. It's ridiculous. Beside her, she feels Beca cross her arms as well.
Kommissar stops in front of them and begins to dab her neck lightly with the proffered towel, though, as far as Chloe can tell, she's not even sweating.
"Is it because you are – what do the American kids say – jelly?" she continues in her stupidly sexy voice with a small smile. Chloe notices that though she's technically speaking to all the Bellas, her eyes never leave Beca's.
Desperately wanting to force Kommissar to look at her instead, or really, at anyone but Beca, Chloe spits out, "We are so not jelly."
Amy's hand comes to rest on her shoulder as a sign of support. Meanwhile, Beca has yet to speak, still staring mutely at the tall German.
Kommissar barely spares Chloe a glance as she again addresses Beca. "We should really thank you for making this tour a reality," she purrs. "You know, with your bumbling ineptitude."
Okay, now Chloe's pissed. Does Kommissar know she's talking to three-time national a cappella champions?
Beca is no help whatsoever. She's just staring. For God's sake.
Kommissar continues as she turns to Pieter, "We should send them something. Fruit basket?" she suggests with raised eyebrows.
"Yum, yum," he replies in a thick accent.
With a condescending smile, Kommissar focuses back on Beca alone and says nonchalantly, "Or would you prefer… mini muffins?"
That's a low blow and Chloe wants nothing more than to wipe the smirk off her face. She is not allowed to talk about mini muffins to Beca.
At long last, Beca breaks her silence. With a rather excessive hand gesture, she cuts in, "Okay, we didn't come here to start something with you guys, we just wanted to check you out before the Worlds where we're gonna kick your ass," she finishes confidently.
The Bellas "Ooohhh" from behind her as Chloe nods her approval at Beca's words… though she would have preferred different phrasing. She hadn't liked the look that came over Kommissar at the words 'check you out.'
Kommissar then steps way too close to Beca for Chloe's liking as she raises a finger to point at Beca, saying, "You? You are the kicker of ass?"
Chloe turns to see Beca appearing slightly intimidated as she looks up at Kommissar, who towers above her.
Beca breaks eye contact, and, glancing around, responds in a small voice, "Yeah."
Chloe winces at the timid tone, a little confused as to what's wrong with Beca; normally she can handle confrontation like this easily.
"You are so tiny," Kommissar says with a smile. "Like an elf."
Chloe's eyes flick between Beca, who shrugs at the comment, and Kommissar, who continues in the same gloating tone.
"Or is it a fairy? Sprite?" She breaks away to glance at Pieter, asking something in rapid German.
He leans forward and supplies authoritatively, "Troll."
Chloe's jaw drops. That's just offensive. She looks back at Beca to gauge her reaction and sees her shooting Kommissar a disbelieving glare.
Kommissar is still talking, her finger again coming up to point directly at Beca's face. "That's it," she concludes, "you are like a troll."
Chloe fights the urge to shove Kommissar's hand, and maybe her entire body, away from Beca. If this German woman could stop staring into Beca's eyes and smiling flirtatiously, that would be great, thanks.
Fortunately, Beca can defend herself; she draws in a deep breath and Chloe shifts her weight impatiently, waiting for Beca to deliver a great line. Sassy and sarcastic, Beca always knows how to end something like this.
She starts in a strangely loud voice, "You are physically flawless –"
"Thank you," quips Kommissar, making Chloe's blood boil.
"… but that doesn't mean I like you," finishes Beca lamely with an awkward head bob.
What? Chloe frowns heavily at Beca. What the hell was that supposed to be? And excuse me, but physically flawless? Has Beca lost her mind?
Silence settles over the group as even the DSM members look baffled.
"Um…" comes a quiet noise from Stacie at the back of the Bellas.
Knowing she needs to act fast to save the dumpster fire of a situation they'd found themselves in, Chloe inhales dramatically and says with as much gusto as she can muster, "We are not scared about Worlds because when the Bellas hit the stage, we are gonnna blow minds."
She has no idea if this is true. But honestly, she'd say anything to erase what Beca had come up with.
Pieter cuts in, startling her; she'd forgotten he was even there.
"With what, more of Flabby Abby's baby chute?" he sneers.
Amy moves from behind Chloe to put herself squarely in front of him, staring him down. She replies angrily, "That's not my name."
To Chloe's irritation, the DSM guy continues his rude comments.
She tunes him and Amy out to focus on Beca, who looks lost and confused. She moves closer to smooth a hand surreptitiously between Beca's shoulder blades, trying to ease some of the tension she finds there. Beca throws her a grateful look and Chloe feels herself relax slightly as well. Touching Beca reassures her that they'll be okay, even as Beca returns her own attention to Kommissar. Chloe adds some pressure to her back rub.
However, her hand drops from Beca's back when Kommissar interrupts Pieter and Amy, drawing everyone's eyes back to her. Shaking her head, Kommissar murmurs in her low voice, "Darlings, please take my advice. Don't try to beat us."
Again, Chloe notices that she's only talking to Beca. At this point, she suspects it's not only because Beca's a Bella co-captain. She wants to reach out to Beca again, but stops herself.
"You can't," continues Kommissar simply. "We're the best." She pauses only long enough to throw Beca a predatory smile before adding, "And now, I really must go rest my neck. It is sore from looking down at you."
Chloe wants to dunk her head in bleach; Kommissar had used the most seductive tone known to man – and woman. She's positive now – Kommissar is totally flirting with Beca. Her Beca.
As Kommissar and the rest of DSM start to strut away, Beca finds her voice again, throwing her arms out to the side as she calls loudly, "Okay! Just because you are making me very sexually confused does not mean that you are intimidating!"
Chloe turns her face to Beca in shock. Did she just…? She reaches out to touch Beca's shoulder, trying to get her to be quiet (and maybe say that to her instead), but is unable to stop the torrent pouring from Beca as more members of DSM file past.
"We have nothing to lose! We have literally nothing!" Beca's shouting after Kommissar now, gesturing with her hands.
"Okay –" Chloe tries to calm her unsuccessfully.
"Aca-wiedersehen, bitches!" Beca finishes grandly, now positively flailing her arms above her head as DSM exits the showroom.
Chloe reaches out to her as Beca drops her gaze and covers her ears with her hands, mumbling desperately, "Oh, what is happening? Why am I using my hands so much?"
"Okay, um, let's just move on from that, and you know what –" Chloe's attempt to calm Beca is interrupted by Cynthia Rose's lewd whistle.
"Beca, you got a lady toner?" CR asks. "I didn't know you swung like that."
Stacie jumps in, "I mean, who can blame you? She's hot!"
Beca's face turns bright red as she raises her index finger to wave it around, making dissenting humming noises in her throat. "Mmm, no, no, that's not –"
CR interrupts, "Only one finger? That's not enough, she's huge."
The Bellas, minus Chloe and Beca, collapse into giggles. Beca stares dumbly, her hand still suspended in air.
Chloe, not liking the direction this is going at all, tries again to reign in the group. "Okay, that's enough you guys, it was a high-pressure situation, Beca's not –"
"It's okay Beca, we're sisters and we accept each other!" chimes Emily brightly.
Amy clears her throat and adds, "Yeah, there's already a lot of lesbian activity here, Beca, so lesbi-honest with each other."
"You got a problem with that?" comes CR's voice.
Beca is still staring blankly, opening and closing her mouth. Chloe really wishes she'd put her hand down.
"Guys!" Chloe shouts, getting everyone's attention and finally snapping Beca out of her haze as she lets her hand fall. "Focus. Beca is dating Jesse. That woman is nothing. Let's move on."
At the mention of Jesse, almost all the Bellas look surprised, as if they forgot he exists. Even Beca seems mildly confused when she turns to Chloe, who keeps talking.
"Right, so we just made ourselves look like idiots in front of the enemy. That's bad. We need to get out of here and regroup so we have a better plan for next time," Chloe speaks slowly and clearly, gesturing to the exit to emphasize her point. She really wants to leave.
"Let's head out," Beca agrees, causing all heads to swivel toward her. CR starts to smirk until Chloe makes eye contact, staring her down with her signature crazy eyes. CR's expression rapidly changes to a more neutral one and she moves toward the door without another word. The rest of the Bellas follow her lead and move as a pack to exit, Beca and Chloe bringing up the rear.
"Thanks for that," mumbles Beca as they walk. "I think I blacked out."
"No worries. You did fine," replies Chloe bracingly, briefly touching Beca's upper arm reassuringly.
"Really?" Beca asks with a raised eyebrow.
Chloe hesitates, then decides to be honest. As they approach the same escalator that brought them in, she says, "Well, no, not really. You kind of babbled."
With a groan, Beca steps onto the escalator, leaning her head back and closing her eyes. "What did I say?"
Chloe bites her lip. Avoiding Beca's eyes, she mumbles, "You said she makes you sexually confused."
Beca's head snaps up and she stares at Chloe in shock. "Are – are you serious?" she asks.
Chloe grimaces and nods.
Beca's eyes fill with panic and she inhales deeply before opening her mouth to speak. "Chloe, I…"
"It's fine, Beca," Chloe interrupts as they step off the escalator and back onto the ground floor. She realizes that she really doesn't want to hear Beca confirm or deny anything having to do with that woman. "We'll recover, we'll show them what we've got later. Just ignore the Bellas. They're as nervous as we are."
Beca looks like she wants to say more, but Chloe smiles and skips ahead to walk next to Lilly instead. She knows it's a cheap move, but she wants time to think, and walking next to the quietest person in the group is a good way to do that.
She's mad that they messed up so badly. She's mad at DSM for sounding good. She's mad at Pieter for being so rude to Amy. She's mad at Kommissar for openly flirting with Beca. She's mad at Beca for being so obviously flustered around Kommissar. But she's mostly mad at herself.
She thought that after almost three years of seeing Beca with Jesse, she'd gotten over her jealousy. And yet, here it is again. She knows she's a jealous person, she knows that Beca would never cheat on Jesse with anyone (she knows that too well), and she knows that she's being completely irrational. She thought she'd gained some control over her feelings for Beca. But honestly. 'Sexually confused.' What does that even mean? Is Beca actually not completely straight like she'd thought? Because that's new information leading to a whole slew of feelings that Chloe is currently shoving away as hard as she possibly can.
Even if Beca isn't completely straight, there's no way of anything happening between them. She is with Jesse. And even if she wasn't, her type is apparently tall blondes. So, there's that. Chloe furrows her eyebrows in frustration. Beca has never acted like that around her. She'd give anything to have Beca look at her like she looked at Kommissar…
"I know seven ways to disembowel a pig," comes a harsh whisper from next to her. Chloe almost trips as her head snaps around to stare at Lilly, whose huge eyes gaze earnestly back.
"Um…" Chloe begins, utterly at a loss.
Fortunately, Stacie chooses that exact moment to turn and call back to Beca, "Hey, if you don't want that German woman, I call dibs!"
"Stacie!"
The singing envelope invitation had been weird but also kind of exciting. The bald guy in his pajamas had been even weirder and less exciting. A riff-off, however, is just plain exciting.
As Beca and Chloe lead the Bellas further into the strange basement, Chloe starts to feel her anxiety and suspicions fade away. Rather than feeling afraid of being turned into a lamp by their self-proclaimed biggest fan, she begins to look forward to singing with her Bellas.
That is, until she spots who else is in the basement with them.
Kommissar and her giant co-captain are standing near the adjacent wall; before she can look away or pretend not to have seen them, Kommissar's eyes lock onto their group. Or, specifically, onto the small brunette beside Chloe. Kommissar gives a slight smirk and Chloe watches as she and Pieter move toward them.
"Das Sound Machine. Two o'clock," she whispers as warning to her Bellas, who escape to leave only her and Beca to deal with the DSM captains.
"Tiny Mouse! We meet again," greets Kommissar upon her arrival, once again addressing only Beca.
Chloe's mouth draws into a thin line of annoyance at the nickname.
Chloe's displeasure does not go unnoticed by Kommissar, who shoots her a small, almost gloating smile. Dragging her eyes back to Beca, Kommissar places both hands on her hips, drawing attention to the defined abs on display under her crop top. Out of the corner of her eye, Chloe sees Beca's gaze drop to follow the movement and stay there.
Blood pounding in her ears with anger, Chloe completely misses what Pieter says as she glares at Kommissar and shuffles closer to Beca. Kommissar flicks her eyes to Chloe for the barest instant, her smile widening. As Chloe returns to watching Beca (who is very obviously scanning the length of Kommissar's body), she sees red. It's apparent to her that Kommissar knows exactly what she's doing and that she might even know where Chloe stands in all this.
Smiling directly at Beca, Kommissar asks haughtily, "So, have you abandoned your foolish plans to face us at the Worlds?"
Before Chloe can respond, Beca huffs confidently as she points at Kommissar, "You wish, you… gorgeous… specimen." Her voice trails off at the end as she realizes what she'd just said, a look of panic crossing her face.
Chloe can only stare, cocking her head in complete confusion. Honestly. Beca is not making this easy.
Beca turns frantically to Chloe, covering her ears again and whimpering, "She's really in my head."
No kidding, Chloe wants to retort, but Kommissar speaks again.
"Very well. I'd be happy to send you there. I'll mail you. Large envelope," Kommissar's eyes rove shamelessly down Beca's body and back up as she speaks. "Cost nothing." She briefly snares her lower lip between her teeth.
Chloe is stunned. Good God. That had been the least subtle eye-undressing she's ever had the misfortune to witness and she hates that it was directed at her Beca. Risking a glance over, Chloe takes in the sight of Beca positively ogling Kommissar, her jaw slack. She resists the urge to slap her to bring her back to the present.
"Well, it would cost more than nothing, but still cheaper than shipping, like, a horse, or perhaps an adult moose," says Pieter, thankfully snapping Beca out of her haze.
The small brunette takes a step forward, once again gesturing to Kommissar, and shouts "Did you ever think maybe you're too big?!"
Surprised by the aggression in Beca's voice, Chloe instinctively extends an arm in front of Beca to hold her back. No way is she letting Beca get crushed by Kommissar, who appears amused by Beca's attempts to fight her.
"It would cost a fortune to mail you!" Beca tries to lunge forward but Chloe holds her back with a grunt of exertion.
Kommissar and Pieter don't even flinch as Beca resists Chloe, calling out "You're enormous!" as Chloe drags her away forcefully, urging her to be quiet.
As they move away, Chloe can clearly hear Kommissar's amused voice as she suggests to Pieter, "I think we should change her name to Feisty Mouse."
Beca keeps struggling as Chloe hauls her away with difficulty; for someone so small, she is surprisingly strong.
"Beca! Will you just stop?!" Chloe pleads and Beca finally goes limp in her arms.
"Why'd you stop me? I had them!" Beca insists as Chloe releases her and they stand off to the side of the room.
Raising her eyebrows in disbelief, Chloe responds, "Are you sure you didn't black out again? Because that was definitely not –"
"Okay!" Beca interrupts, hiding her face in her hands. "I know! I'm sorry!"
Chloe sighs loudly. She knows she's really angrier at Kommissar than she is at Beca, but she can't seem to stop herself as she practically shouts, "You need to control yourself around her! What is wrong with you? You're making it look like – like –" she cuts herself off and switches her tactic. "Like we don't know what we're doing! Seriously, what has gotten into you?"
Beca stares at her with wide eyes, small and contrite, and Chloe feels herself run out of steam at the look on her face. Running her hand through her hair, Chloe sighs and says, "Look… I didn't mean to yell. I'm sorry. They're just… they're getting in my head, too."
Beca nods rapidly and Chloe knows she's been forgiven.
"I'm sorry, too," Beca mumbles. "For the word vomit." She looks down and rubs her hand across the back of her neck, suddenly awkward.
Chloe frowns; she recognizes Beca's deer-in-the-headlights look and knows that something is really bothering her.
Beca takes a breath, still watching the floor, and says so quietly that Chloe has to lean in to hear her, "And… I'm sorry for, you know –"
She's cut off by a loud, happy yell. "Becaw!" Chloe, startled, looks up to see Jesse bounding into view.
"Hey!" he exclaims excitedly. Chloe is reminded strongly of a Golden Retriever.
Surprised, Beca jerks away from Chloe to spin around to face Jesse. "Hey!" she replies breathlessly. "What are you doing here? What is going on?"
Her voice sounds off, Chloe notes. She seems stressed to see Jesse and Chloe can't stop resentment from washing over her. Beca had clearly been about to say something important. However, they'd been interrupted yet again by this guy that apparently doesn't communicate well enough with his own girlfriend. For God's sake, they didn't even know they'd be in the same place.
The sound of a gong rings out and their strange host starts yelling about ninja lasers. Jesse moves away from Beca, whose eyes flick back to Chloe apologetically before they listen to instructions for their riff-off.
Trying to calm herself, Chloe takes several deep breaths while their host announces the riff-off and conducts the beatboxing battle. The Bellas need to be in top form to beat those German Deutsch-bags. If the Bellas can win here, they'll win at Worlds. If the Bellas win here, that woman will leave Beca alone. They must win this riff-off.
Chloe's eyes narrow as DSM starts the battle with intense beatboxing. Kommissar struts forward arrogantly, filling the neutral space between teams to ensure that all eyes are on her. Pieter starts to sing while Kommissar circles her hips, once again accentuating her abs. She's extremely fit, as is the rest of DSM, Chloe notes with displeasure.
Glancing at Beca to gauge her reaction, Chloe expects to see the usual distain and amusement with which Beca typically views their competitors. However, her jaw drops with indignation when she sees that Beca is openly ogling Kommissar, closely examining her every twisting move as she dances. Attempting to get her attention, Chloe flicks her own hair over her shoulder and clears her throat, annoyed at Beca's reaction; unfortunately, Kommissar chooses that moment to take over the singing.
Kommissar commands the room as she sings, her gaze traveling languidly to each group before coming to stop at the Bellas. Or, specifically, at Beca. Beca, caught staring, glances away awkwardly, but looks almost immediately back to Kommissar. In a strong yet seductive voice, Kommissar belts the line, "Let me see that thong," as she lifts her hand to point directly at Beca.
From next to her, Chloe hears Beca make some sort of strangled noise, like a cat choking, even as Kommissar twists away slowly. In fact, several of the Bellas seem to have been affected; Stacie hums appreciatively, CR claps a hand over her mouth, and Lilly openly stares at Kommissar. She'd deny it if asked, but even Chloe has to admit Kommissar looks good in that top.
Shoving the thought aside impatiently, Chloe forces her face into a hard glare, wishing for the first time in her life that looks could kill.
The riff off progresses rapidly as each group bounces off the other. The Bellas and DSM inch closer to one another and the tension between them grows as the other groups are eliminated with time. Chloe is relieved when Beca breaks out of her daze to harmonize with her during Low and she almost thinks things are back to normal when Beca perfectly belts out Carrie Underwood's Before He Cheats. That time, it's Chloe's turn to be enthralled as Beca confidently fills the room with her voice.
However, Chloe's bubble of hope is tested by the John Mayer category. DSM kicks it off, intentionally dancing and singing right next to the Bellas. Chloe is amused when Amy gives the finger to Pieter as he gets in her personal space. Kommissar writhes side to side, once again showing abs for days as she hits the high tones.
Kommissar takes the lead vocals as she watches the Bellas watch her. She winks at Beca, then immediately throws Chloe a gloating smirk.
That's it.
Chloe rushes forward to get right into Kommissar's face. As she belts out some Taylor Swift, she puts as much of her anger behind it as she can, finally letting out some of the emotion that had been frothing inside her. Kommissar examines her intently and Chloe notes with satisfaction that the arrogance normally etched onto her features temporarily makes room for surprise.
That's right, Chloe thinks as she sings. I'm not giving up. You're not getting Beca – I mean, Worlds. You're not getting Worlds.
She's cut short by Bumper's insistence that Tina Turner dated John Mayer, which is mildly disturbing. When his group is eliminated, it comes down to just DSM and the Bellas. Chloe moves back to join her team, Beca welcoming her with a small smile that makes her feel as though Beca had gotten her message just as clearly as Kommissar had.
Or, maybe not. As DSM goes literally toe-to-toe with the Bellas, Kommissar's voice drips honey and she circles her hips; she's practically grinding on the air. Chloe immediately spots Beca staring unabashedly once again and something in her chest twinges with disappointment. She glances continuously between Beca and DSM, waiting for Beca's attention to shift back to her, but it never does.
This, and the growing intensity of the riff-off starts to wind Chloe so tightly she feels as though she's going to snap at any second. Why hasn't DSM broken yet? Why haven't the Bellas won? And why does Beca stare at Kommissar like a besotted puppy instead of at her?
Suddenly, it's all over. Their host had pointed at Emily, who had completely and utterly choked. They had lost in perhaps the most embarrassing way possible.
Chloe stands stock-still, rooted to the floor. She can't bear to look at Kommissar, knowing how gleeful she likely is. There's a funny ringing in her ears; the Bellas lost the riff-off, but it feels to Chloe as if she'd lost something much more important. Someone more important. Kommissar had won, had beaten Chloe.
The sound of DSM launching into an obnoxious rendition of Jump has Chloe absolutely livid. Before she knows what she's doing, she's flying over to where Emily and Beca had been speaking quietly.
A rational voice in the back of Chloe's mind reminds her that this is her fault as much as Emily's. They hadn't done enough to prepare the new girl for a riff-off and she'd been put on the spot unexpectedly. However, the larger, angrier part of Chloe is screaming at her to tear Emily a new one. So, that's what she does.
She doesn't remember the rest of the night very well. She vaguely recalls Beca trying to reign her in, which had only made her more incensed because it reminded her of how Beca had been acting all night. She remembers Jesse stealing Beca away from her, as usual. She remembers finding a bathroom to hide in and cry for fifteen minutes until she'd gotten a text from Stacie about free drinks. She doesn't remember much after that.
It's not until the next day, hungover and miserable, that she supposes she should apologize to Emily. She hadn't been mad at her. Not really.