"I'm not sure about this Chlo,"
"You're gonna be fine beautiful,"
"urgh," Beca Mitchell wanted to head butt the dash board of the KIA. Instead she closed her eyes and leant back against the passenger seat, trying not to hyperventilate. Somehow she'd agreed to meet Chloe's parents. Which was going to be interesting event, since Chloe had to get her energy and lack of personal boundaries from somewhere. That and Beca felt she wasn't really a meet the parents type of girl. She hadn't met any of her other girlfriends parents, though those relationships had never been anything like what she had with Chloe Beale.
Since the ICCA's, their relationship had returned to its normal course. Barden had finished for the summer and for the first week Chloe had returned home to Tampa, leaving Beca to accumulate to living with her father and his new family. Which wasn't too bad. Sheila was a nice lady, who made breakfast every morning, didn't complain about Beca's music and even took her shopping. True her new little brother came along, but Matt was alright for a fifteen year old. Her dad had even taken an active interest in Beca's music, letting her play some of the more 'family friendly' as he called it, tracks around the house. Beca liked it, she couldn't deny that, having a family unit that paid attention to you rather then the cocktail shaker.
The brunette had been all set on not seeing her girlfriend for a few weeks when she'd called two days ago to announce that Beca would be meeting her life givers. Beca had protested at first, unsure what this would mean for them, she had been under the impression that meeting your other halves parents meant you were in a serious relationship. Not that Beca took their relationship not serious, but they hadn't been together that long. Chloe, with her new found confidence and backbone, had told Beca that if she ever wanted to experience what Chloe did with her tongue to her lower regions again that she'd shut her mouth and come along.
So there Beca was, dressed in her newest green plaid shirts and nicest skinny jeans, in the passenger seat of The maroon KIA, trying not to think of what Chloe's tongue could drive her to do. She'd put alot of effort into finding the right clothes to take for their week stay at the Beale house; but all she'd ended up packing was a mixture of checked shirts, vests and bad t-shirt, skinny jeans and sneakers. For a brief moment during packing, Beca had even contemplated removing her ear spikes, then changed her mind. The Beale's where going to meet her, as she was. No shame. Besides Chloe seemed to like her look, so why wouldn't her parents?
The drive down hadn't been too bad, they'd started from Beca's father's house, located about just outside Barden University in Georgia and had spent the first hour singing loudly to 80's classics. That was the best part, Beca thought as she slumped down in the seat, the last 3 hours had dragged by, even Chloe had started to look bored of driving now going as far as to complain about living in Tampa herself. They'd stopped a few times and Beca had even offered to drive, but for some unknown reason, Chloe had declined. It might have been due to Beca's over all clumsiness, but the brunette wasn't sure.
"Chloe! Oh I'm so glad your finally here, we were expecting you half an hour ago!" Penelope Beale tugged her only child into her arms, hugging her tight. The first thing Beca noticed was the brilliant red hair Chloe's mother supported, the brunette had always thought no one could have redder hair then Chloe; she was wrong. Penelope Beale had such flame red hair that Beca pondered if it was warm to the touch. Just as she was loosing herself in the daydream, the elder Beale woman was dragging her into an equally tight embrace, "You must be Beca! I've heard so much about you!" the woman said excitedly into Beca's ear, hugging her warmly.
Beca made a small squeak, unsure what to do. She was used to Chloe being close, they had a different kind of close, but Beca called hadn't expected her girlfriends mother to be so, well, physical.
"Pen, let the poor girl go," Beca eyed the tall, balding man that filled the doorway over Penelope's shoulder. He smiled softly and it reached his brilliantly blue eyes, eyes that matched Chloe's perfectly. Now Beca knew where Chloe's features came from and her distinct lack of boundaries. Both parents where to blame for the woman she loved,
"DADDY!" as Penelope let Beca go, the brunette nearly went flying backwards; Chloe had tossed her bag at her as she practically threw herself into her fathers arms. The bald man's face broke into a wide grin as he hugged his child, lifting and swinging her around.
"Come on, let's get you in and settled!" Penelope said from beside Beca, making the brunette realised that she really was welcome there.
"So this is your bedroom?" Beca peered around the room, taking it all in. The walls were a patch work of posters and bulletin boards and even a "Go Barden" flag. Photographs of Chloe with many multiple people adored one of the boards, while the other had what looked like postcards from different states tacked to it. The posters ranged from movies to bands, Beca spied a Breakfast Club poster taking centre stage between Paramore, Breakfast At Tiffany's and Bon Jovi. The walls beneath Chloe's decorating ranged from a brilliant pink colour to stark white.
"Yup," Chloe beamed at her girlfriend as she dropped their bags onto her double bed. Beca hummed slightly, eyeing the photographs. She spied Aubrey, who featured in most of them. There was Fat Amy, Stacy and a few other girls who had the tell tail yellow scarf that marked you as a Bella. Beca found her own face; in the middle of all the pictures, pulling her worse "Don't take a picture" face while Chloe pressed a kiss to her cheek. The brunette rolled her eyes but couldn't help a smile when Chloe's arms encircled her waist. The red heads lips brushed against the shell of Beca's ear and the brunette lent back against her, eyes fluttering closed,
"I don't like that picture," Beca murmured as Chloe trailed her lips down the side of her neck,
"Well I do," Chloe said with a defiant tone, spinning the shorter girl in her arms till they faced one another. Beca tried to hide her smile, to look grumpy and stubborn, but it was a hard affair when the most beautiful girl of your life was grinning at you. Chloe brushed her lips to Beca's, drawing her into a chaste kiss. Beca sighed against her, swiping her tongue against the warmth of Chloe, begging entrance.
Beca fell into the kiss, like she always did; she felt like she was floating, like gravity had switched off the moment that Chloe's lips had graced her own. She felt like the red head was her sun and she only rotated around her. Her body reacting to each simple brush of fingers or pressure added to her skin. She felt on fire yet soothed all at once, Beca knew she was drowning in Chloe Beale and had no idea how to come up for air.
"So Chloe had us listen to the Bella's ICCA performance at least 50 tines before we told her to invite you up. Gotta say Beca, you've got some magic when it comes to music," Beca blushed as Theodore complimented her, shoving another mouthful of spaghetti onto her mouth,
"she does her own mixes as well dad, not just those kinds of songs," Chloe's tone was proud as she grinned across the table at Beca. The brunette nearly choked on her food as her girlfriend spoke. Chloe wasn't supposed to tell anyone about those mixes, since they where hardly worth talking about, just Beca messing around with beats.
"Oh I'd love to hear them too!" Penelope chimed in as she loaded another spoonful of spaghetti onto Beca's plate. The brunette stared wide eyes at her food portion, unsure how the Beale's expected her to eat so much.
"Best to eat up Beca, Chloe has planned a pretty full week for you guys," Theodore said with a soft smile, the same kind of smile that Chloe had when it warmed her eyes and made Beca's heart pound in her chest. The brunette looked to the red head across from her, eyeing her cautiously,
"I think I'm missing out on know anything about plans," she murmured, taking another mouthful of spaghetti. Chloe grinned wide and wink, sending a wave of shivers down Beca's body.
"We're going to the beach," the red head simply said, her mother hummed in approval next to Beca and Theodore continued to smile softly. Beca stared around them all, confused as to why she needed to eat so much just to go to the beach.