For my wifey bichloe on tumbles. I don't own anything and all that doobly do.

The day began like any ordinary day for Beca. Get up, brush teeth, eat food and make a new mix. But of late Beca couldn't stop thinking about that one night with Chloe. She wasn't entirely sure how everything happened. As any over thinker, this moment had been playing over and over again inside her head for the past month. The sweet taste of Chloe's lips mixed with the overpowering vodka aroma. Her lips were softer than Beca could have ever imagined… Not that she had imagined it before but if she had, it was softer than expected.

Beca wasn't entirely sure who kissed whom first. It was a blur. It started off as one of those nights where Beca finally relented to the whims of the redhead. Allowing her to drag her out to a party. Chloe was complaining about how the other Bellas already had plans and she felt left out. Sad Chloe was always Beca's weakness. Something about seeing someone who has always been the brightest star have their light dimmed, even for a second was tragic. Something that Beca went out of her way to prevent from happening, even if it meant suffering the invasions of drunk handsy guys in her personal space bubble. But being around Chloe and her energy Beca got carried away and had one too many shots, placing her on the other side of tipsy. Some guys were aggressive on their pursue of the redhead but as always Beca put up a fight and eventually their attempts stop. From what Beca could recall it was late when they decided to walk home. They weren't too far from the Bella house. A comfortable silence surrounded them. Beca was never one for complete silence until Chloe came along. One night Chloe dragged the smaller girl to the roof and they lay there watching the stars. Of course Beca, being who she is would not stop complaining but once it became a regular occurrence the complaining died out and soon stopped altogether. Silence was their own secret language. They knew exactly what the other was thinking. The Bella house was quite when they returned.

Everyone was either asleep or out for the night. Beca and Chloe walked down the hallway quietly returning to their respective beds. They reached Beca's door first but when Beca opened the door, she saw Amy passed out on her bed in some leather sparkly get up which would have meant Amy went out all night and passed out on Beca's bed without realising it. Chloe was already half way down the hall when Beca closed the door again and chased after her.

'Hey Chlo. Can I, like sleep in your bed tonight? Amy is kind of… well all over the place.' Beca whispered as she practically tackled Chloe from behind.

'Yeah no problem Becs.' She winked as she led both of them inside her bedroom.

'Damn it. I don't have anything to sleep in. Give me a second.'

'Becs. Don't be stupid you can borrow one of my shirts.'

'Do I get a bottom half?' Beca raised her eyebrow.

'You don't need it. You're so tiny it would be huge on you.' Chloe threw her a shirt as Beca started to protest. Giving up Beca slowly started to take off her jacket and jeans. She looked up briefly and froze. Chloe's back was bare as her fingers curled around the edges of the mini shirt she worn and slid it down the length of her legs. Without looking back Chloe threw on her favourite purple V-neck shirt that Beca always saw her wearing. Chloe turned around and noticed the brunette staring.

'You see something you like?'

'What?' Beca fell into a coughing fit. 'No. Um. Nothing.' She quickly discarded the remainder of her clothes, putting on Chloe's shirt. When she finished the other girl was already tucked inside her blankets waiting for her. She jumped excitedly as Beca fell next to her.

'I love sleepovers.'

'What are you? 5?'

'Shut up Becs. You can never be too old for sleepovers.'

'You are so weird.' Beca rested her head on the pillow looking at the ceiling.

'Thanks.' Chloe moved closer and wrapped herself around Beca, nuzzling her neck. So close that Beca could feel her breath, sending chills down her spine. Beca learnt a long time ago that Chloe Beale was a cuddler and there was no way of avoiding it unless you wanted a sad Chloe, something Beca never wanted. Arms brushed against each other. Legs slowly entwined. Then one thing lead to another and all of a sudden Chloe was on top of Beca their lips never parting. Beca moaned against the feel of Chloe's hips moving against hers, Her fingers so desperately trying to pull the red head closer even though it was physically impossible. Beca let out a high pitched gasp when she felt Chloe's hand reach underneath her shirt and graze underneath her chest with her fingertips. This just stirred the smaller girl, pulling away at Chloe's shirt until it finally left her body. Beca paused for a second to let it sink in. This beautiful goddess like creature was lying on top of her with no layers restricting the both of them from each other. A moment Beca never imagined to be something that she wanted. Something she desired. Something she craved. The one thing that Beca would never forget though was the way Chloe repeated her name. Almost chanting it as she came undone to Beca's touch. When she woke up in the morning she slipped away before Chloe woke up, unsure of what happened.

All Beca could think about was Chloe. In fact she still had her shirt from that night. It still smelled of her. The scent wavered as Beca found herself wearing it more often than not though. Jesse noticed the difference in Beca's behaviour too. Her scattered mind, her unfocussed attention. Though Jesse rarely got Beca's full attention because she was always lost in her own thoughts of music, the detachment was never as bold.

'Did something happen?' Jesse asked.

'What?'

'Between us.'

'No. Why?'

'You just seem to be a million miles away. More than usual.'

'I've just had a lot on my mind.'

'You know you can tell me these things.'

'Yeah.' She gave him a half smile. He returned it with a full powered Jesse smile and kissed her lightly on the lips.

'Good.'

That was the last time they kissed.

Now for some strange reason Beca found herself walking towards Chloe's room. Before she turned the corner to walk down the hallway she was jumping up and down like an idiot trying to psych herself up. She had no idea what she was going to say or what she was going to do but she just knew that she didn't care anymore. She didn't care about the potential rumours or remarks made by others. She didn't care about the panicky feeling she got because she was terrified about what she was about to do. All she wanted was Chloe. She turned the corner and stopped in her tracks. There was Chloe outside of her door. With Stacie. Their faces inches away from each other, voices barely audible.

'I would really like to kiss you.' Stacie spoke first.

'Well I'm not stopping you.' Chloe smirked as Stacie leaned closer and pressed her lips against the red heads. When they parted Chloe's eyes locked on to Beca's. Beca wasn't entirely sure what she saw in Chloe's blue eyes. Panic? Guilt? Beca managed to move her limbs and started to spin around.

'Hey Becs.' Chloe called out, clearing her throat. Beca scrunched up her face before slowly turning around again wearing a fake smile.

'Um. Hey guys what's up?'

'Hey. We were just you know saying good night.' Stacie grinned. It was obvious that she was a little annoyed at the shorter girl's timing.

'Right. Yes. Well you guys can you keep doing what you do. I'll just you know pretend I didn't see anything.'

'I'll see you tomorrow yeah?' Chloe spoke. Beca was so sure it was directed towards her but she was looking at Stacie. 'Beca and I have to talk about the worlds.'

'Yeah right ok.' Stacie leaned down to kiss Chloe on the cheek before heading down the hallway. Chloe opened her door and gestured Beca to come in.

'I'm getting kind of tired anyway you know I should get some sleep.'

'Beca.' Beca huffed with no further argument. She followed Chloe into her room and sat on the corner of her bed. Before Chloe could speak Beca spoke first.

'Stacie?' Beca's voice cracked. She didn't realise it until now that she was holding back tears.

'What?'

'You're with Stacie now?'

'Beca-'

'What about us? What about that night?'

'You ignored me for a month! AND you're still with Jesse!'

'I'm not.'

'What?'

'I'm not with him anymore.'

'Why? What happened? When did this happen?'

'Why else Chlo? I'm in love with you. God I can't believe it took me this long to figure it out. And now look. I'm too late.' Tears built up in her eyes. 'I broke up with him. A week ago. I tried to keep pretending everything was normal. That I was in fact straight and not in love with my best friend. That I was not replaying that night over and over again in my head. That I don't see your smile every single time I close my eyes. So I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I am weird and awkward about these things. And I'm sorry that it takes me a million times longer than the average person to process my emotions and confront them. AND FINALLY when I actually worked up the courage to tell you, you're with Stacie.' Tears streamed down her face now. 'I'm sorry. I should go.'

'Beca wait.'

'No I'm fine. Don't worry about me. I'll get over it.'

'Sit.' Chloe said forcefully but Beca didn't listen this time. She needed to leave. To escape the quick sand that was drowning her before it was too late. Before her hand touched the doorhandle though she faced Chloe, one last time.

'Just so you know if she hurts you I'm going to punch her in the face.'

'Huh?'

'Stacie. If she hurts you. I don't care how ginormous she is I'm going to punch her.' Beca sighed. 'But if she makes you happy, if you are happy with Stacie then that's all I want. I just want you to be happy. Preferably with me but I get that it's not a thing anymore, that I was too late but still. Happy.'

'Can you just let me talk?'

'There isn't anything to talk about.' Beca opened the door and took a step.

'I'M NOT WITH STACIE.' Chloe stood up and practically yelled.

'What?' Beca twisted around.

'It was our first date. We slept together last week and it was fun. She wanted to take me out to dinner so here we are.'

'But you're dating. Sex. Dinner. Well usually not in that order. Though I wouldn't know with Stacie… I don't know where I'm going with this.'

'I don't know either.' Beca wiped her eyes with the edges of her sleeve. 'but no. we are not dating.'

'The kiss?'

'Was just a kiss. Nothing more.' The corner of Chloe's lips curled softly. After a minute of processing Beca broke the silence between them.

'Ok but I mean how can I compete with Stacie though? She's hot and I'm 99% sure she is the champion in the bedroom.' At this Chloe smirked. Something about a babbling Beca was one of her favourite things about this girl.

'I'll admit. Stacie is fun.' Everything in Beca's stomach dropped. 'But she is no Beca Mitchell. She didn't even come close to you. Not for a single second.' Chloe's tone changed and her smirk grew wider. 'Might I add we were drunk as well. So I mean I'm a little curious about what sober Beca Mitchell can do with her hands.' Chloe stepped closer and curled her fingers in loops of Beca's jeans pulling her in. Their faces inches apart. 'And besides with a speech like that? Being uncharacteristically romantic? Just for me? I mean, how could a girl refuse? Especially one that has been in love with you since the day we met and has just been waiting for the day you would realise it too.'

'Yeah?' Beca peeled her gaze away from the floor and to Chloe's eyes. This feeling that she felt in this moment was something indescribable. She had no words that could do it justice.

'Yeah.' The last thing Beca saw before closing her eyes and feeling Chloe's lips against her was the redhead's earthshattering smile.

So... :)