A/N: Thank you all for choosing to read this. I, like many of you, felt that the production team of Pitch Perfect 3 lied to and cheated the fans out of a romantic pairing that so many wanted. Bechloe could have been such an important statement to the Hollywood world and to young people everywhere, but despite being a Teen Choice Award "Best Chemistry" winning couple, they decided to give Chloe a desperate love interest and the only reason Beca didn't get one is because Anna Kendrick refused to shoot it. (GO ANNA!) All of the stars wanted Bechloe to happen, they even filmed the kissing scene with Beca and Chloe that has never been released.
So with that being said, here is my take on life AFTER Pitch Perfect 3. Beca is on the last leg of the USO tour with DJ Khaled and the Bellas have returned to their regular lives.
Please enjoy and feel free to leave reviews. I always love to read them. THANKS!

P.S. I do not own Pitch Perfect, nor any of the characters or material therein. All rights of ownership go to the screen writers and production team that made Pitch Perfect. I am just a humble fan, offering his meager thoughts and visions on a wonderful storyline.

The echo of the crowd still reverberated around her ears as she sat on the firm mattress of her hotel bed in the San Diego hotel. It was almost the end of her USO tour with DJ Khaled and she couldn't wait for it to be over. She had one final stop; New York City. The final stop in the tour, which she started with the Bellas in Rota, Spain, was the New York City Naval Yard. It was supposed to be the largest concert of the show and while anyone else would have been psyched to be performing to such a large crowd having just been signed as a solo artist, Beca Mitchell couldn't feel the excitement.

Even though everyone of her Bella sisters had supported her decision to go solo, and they all realized that, while they were holding onto their life in the Bellas, it was time to move on to the next step of their live, Beca still felt as though she'd betrayed them. And Chloe, this tour had seemed so empty without her best friend. There had been several times that Beca had looked over after a performance and expected to see Chloe Beale's bright blue eyes and red hair, but she'd been let down every time. Instead Beca's last memory of Chloe was kissing Captain "Chicago" after the show in France. For some reason that single thought made Beca's stomach churn every time it found its way into the forefront of her mind. She hated that thought, but she didn't know why. Sure Chloe had been her best friend, and her sister through college, sure Chloe knew some of Beca's deepest, darkest secrets, sure Chloe would always hold a special place in Beca's heart, so why didn't Beca want Chloe to be happy?

It took a half a bottle of tequila and a dark hotel room for Beca to find the answer to that question. Somewhere lost in a drunken stupor, in a dark San Diego hotel room, with the sounds of the warm city below her, and the sea breeze blowing through her windows, making the curtains waft to and fro, the answer came to her, an answer that comforted her soul like burn cream applied to tender skin. Beca Mitchell was in love with Chloe Beale.

Beca had been laying on her bed, bottle of tequila standing on nightstand next to her, with the light gently pouring in from outside. Her brown hair spread across the pillow, as she had begun to drift off into an alcohol induced sleep. Then, as the thought crept into her mind, Beca shot up into a sitting position looking around her darkened room. It spun, more than a little as the sudden movement had not been good for her small, drunk body. She closed her eyes for a minute to help the room slow its rotation before she clumsily felt around for her phone.

In any other circumstance the petite brunette would have left it there, passed out and dealt with it the next day after recovering from her hangover, but this was far too important to wait. She would be going to New York the next day and she needed to know what to do about this before she saw Chloe. That put a huge time crunch on the whole situation. She knew she was madly in love with Chloe, but Chloe was with Captain Chicago Walsh. Just the thought of that hurt Beca and the memory of them kissing, which normally just resulted in a queazy jealous feeling in her stomach, turned into nausea as Beca leaped off her bed and rushed to the bathroom. She dropped to her knees hard enough to know that they would be bruised in the morning and vomited.

Tears rolled down her cheeks as her body rejected all of the alcohol that had been put into it just a few hours earlier. She missed the way Chloe would hold her hair back when she ralphed, the way she'd gently sing something soothing while rubbing Beca's back, but there was no singing, there was no comforting hand, there was nothing but the darkness of Beca's hotel suite and the utter emptiness of being alone.

Beca picked up her phone as she got back into bed and curled up into a ball and hugged her pillow. She flipped through her contacts before pressing one and waiting for the person to pick up. She'd forgotten that it was the East Coast was three hours ahead of her and that it would be nearly three in the morning in New York. It also hadn't occurred to her that the person she was calling, was most likely in close proximity to Chloe. This was a horrible idea. Beca considered hanging up twice until finally a surprisingly awake and accented voice answered from the other end.

"What up Shawshank?" Fat Amy's voice chattered over the phone.

"Amy, are you at home? Is Chloe there?" Beca asked, worried that Chloe would know who was calling by Amy's pet name.

"Nahh sorry I'm still out partyin' my sexy ass off. Fat Amy Winehouse is moving to the big leagues." Amy replied, "She's been wondering why you've been avoiding her texts and calls since France. What's up with you guys?"

"It's a long story Ames..." Beca said, "Look don't tell her I called but I have something I need to tell you... I'm in love with Chloe."

"Wow... welcome to like seven years ago. So glad you could catch up to the rest of us." Fat Amy replied sarcastically, "No! Nigel, I said on top of the naked lady statue." There was an awkward pause, "Sorry... continue."

"Wait... what?" Beca was confused and it had little to do with the alcohol induced haze and sickness she was feeling, "What do you mean? I just figured this out myself."

"Beca... you know how I'm your best friend and we share everything together, including toothbrushes that one week?" Amy said, "You haven't been able to fool any of us since freshman year. We've always known that you were in love with Chloe."

"Dude, I was in a four year relationship with Jesse. How did you guys..." Beca stopped herself, "Know what.. not important. What is important is... WHAT AM I GONNA DO?! I fly back to New York tomorrow and I have to face her and she's with Captain Windy City."

"Actually..." Amy said drawing out the last syllble of the word, "That's not a thing anymore."

"What?" Beca's head began to swim and she began to wonder if she'd throw up again.

"Yeah it didn't make it out of France. Gingy called it off as soon as you left for your next tour spot." Amy said rather bluntly, "I think she was trying to make you jealous."

Beca had to sit in silence for a moment. She was stunned at what Fat Amy was telling her. Chloe had used the Army officer to make her jealous. But why would she do that unless... unless she loved her too. Chloe loved Beca. She let that thought set in but then why would Chloe intentionally hurt Beca? Beca was suddenly angry with Chloe, she felt like she'd been played, but only because she was unwilling to accept the fact that she had basically done the same thing with Jesse, except it hadn't been for a few weeks, it had been for four years.

"Beca?" Amy said, "Did you get kidnapped again?"

"No." Beca was snapped out of her daze, "No... I'm here. Sorry. So you're telling me." She sat up before she continued, "That Chloe was trying to make me jealous."

"That's what it looked like."

"So that means Chloe likes me too. Right?" Beca asked, hesitantly.

"Duh." Amy replied, "You know for being the Big BM you're sure dumb. Are you sure you aren't related to Legacy?"

"AMY!" Beca exclaimed, "Focus."

"Yeah. Chloe's been in love with you for years. We all knew it, just like we knew you loved her." Amy said, "Sooo yeah... What are you gonna do about it?"

"I..." Beca was speechless again, "I have no idea."

"Ya knew, you could follow the example of the most talented person you know." Amy said, "And row across a body of water while singing a song to her."

"Ummm yeah how'd that work for you?" Beca asked teasingly, "And I'm not rowing across the Hudson River."

"Look Beca... you're gonna have to figure this one out on your own." Amy said, "I've gotta go see a man about a horse."

"Ew..." Beca said, "Ok Goodnight. Thanks."

"Yeah.. anytime." Amy hung up.

"Bye." Beca said softly as she let the phone drop out of her hand and onto the bed. She hugged the pillow tighter as her drunken mind tried to wrestle with what was coming next. What would she do when she met Chloe? How should she feel? What will everyone else do? She sighed not knowing what to do and feeling hopelessly lost in her answers as she laid down, buried her face in the pillow and cried herself to sleep.