Author's Note: So, looking over this "Bechloe Week" thing, I got an idea for at very least today's, based of course off my knowledge/love of country music from the 90s. I want to do all 8, but, well, we'll see. I've started the next chapter of Life, The Universe, and Everything, no clue when I'll get back to The Right Chloe, hopefully soon. While we're here, I have a question. What do people see in Mitchsen? To me, it's as confusing as Fuffy. I just don't get it, like, why Aubrey and not Chloe? Or Beca and not Stacie? Can someone please give some insight, because it continues to baffle me. Regardless, on with Chapter one.

~~~Meant To Be~~~

Beca grumbled as she made her way towards gate 29. She couldn't believe she'd missed her flight. If she had given more time to return her rental car, she'd have been fine. It didn't help that she didn't take the weather into account either. And yet she hadn't so here she was, lucky to have gotten on a later flight, one that looked to be quite full based on how few empty seats were available at the gate. She had just settled in and got back to her copy of Preacher she had in her carryon when she noticed someone standing in front of her.

"Hey Tulip, anyone sitting here? It looks like it's the last seat" A very attractive redhead asked, pointing to the seat next to her. Beca couldn't help but raise her eyebrow at the reference to the comic.

"No, go ahead." Beca said, moving to give the woman some more room. "I wouldn't have guessed you'd know Preacher."

"What is they say about judging books by covers?" Chloe asked with a megawatt grin as she sat down.

"Not to." Beca conceded. "My name's actually Beca."

"Chloe, nice to meet you." The redhead replied. "So which part of your trip are you on? You just starting out, or are you heading home like I am?"

"Yeah I live in Atlanta too." Beca confirmed. "I had to do some work in Austin this past couple of weeks, and then they gave me tickets to see the Mariners play the Rangers last night since they knew I'm originally from Seattle."

"That's cool." Chloe said as she listened to Beca's story. "What do you do in Atlanta that would take you to Austin?"

"I'm a producer for Residual Heat, I was working on an album for a new alt country band." Beca explained

"Oh, wow, that's REALLY cool." Chloe said. She was about to say more, but she was cut off by the gate staff making an announcement.

"We are sorry to inform you that due to the passing thunderstorms, all flights have been delayed for at least two hours. We are sorry for any inconvenience this may cause, if there is any way we can be of assistance, please let us know." The gate staff announced.

"Oh joy." Beca said, rolling her eyes. "Looks like we're going to be stuck here for awhile."

"You in a hurry to get back to someone?" Chloe asked

"Nope." Beca shook her head. "Just got out of a relationship not long before I left actually."

"Sorry to hear that." Chloe said, sympathy clear in her voice. "I did too actually, he cheated on me, and I'm certain it wasn't the first time. What about you and your boyfriend, what happened there?" she asked, not expecting the fit of laughter from the smaller girl. "What's so funny?"

"I've never, ever, in my life had a boyfriend." Beca explained.

"You sound like my friend Aubrey, she told me she was gay when we were like 13." Chloe said with an understanding nod. "I'm actually crashing with her and her wife Stacie right now."

"If you say so." Beca replied with a shrug."But yeah, found a pregnancy test, and we'd never talked about kids, so it wasn't hard to put two and two together."

"That really sucks, I'd have been upset too." Chloe said. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a TGI Friday's nearby. "We're clearly going to be awhile, what do you say we go get a drink to commiserate in our misfortunes and celebrate the coincidences that brought us together?"

"That sounds like a great plan." Beca nodded, putting her book back into her bag.

"We're going to be fast friends, I just know it." Chloe added as they got up and headed for the restaurant. "Some things are meant to be."

Note 2: I also don't own the song Meant to Be