You ever feel so content that you honestly think that nothing bad could ever happen? Like you're so at peace that you're invisible from all the shit that life throws at you? Well, if you haven't, then you must truly envy Beca Gertrude Mitchell right now, who's currently cuddling a slumbering Chloe Marie Beale. Now, you'd probably think that Beca had achieved the nirvana previously described. And, she did but recently, that hasn't been the case. Wait, don't kill me yet! She's still perfectly in love with her Chloe-Bear, that's not what's causing her to be less-than-peachy keen. It's just that there's been this thought buzzing around in her head that keeps—

"DON'T QUESTION ME, SLAVE! Now, be the good peasant that you are and go buy your queen some barbecue chicken flavored ice cream!"

Ahhhh, that'd be the recently knocked up Aubrey Posen. Yeah, Jaubrey and Bechloe are still living together. It saves money and they have a good group dynamic. Unfortunately, Pregnant Aubrey equals Queen Bitch-Mood Swingy-Weird Craving Having Aubrey. And everyone in the house is affected. Including the stirring Chloe Beale.

Beca picks up her head from Chloe's shoulder, loving the drowsy yet beautiful look in the sleepy redhead's eyes. Chloe slowly blinks the rest of the sleep from her eye. "Aubrey's using her Queen Bitch Voice to get Jesse to buy her weird food again?"

Beca nods absentmindedly, still thinking about the thing that's been on her mind and stressing her out. Chloe immediately notices the dark bags under the brunette's eyes. She can't help the way her face morphs into one of a mother hen. "How long have you been up?"

The small DJ leans into the touch of the hand that caresses her face. "A couple of hours. Seriously, Chlo. It's nothing to worry about."

Chloe's eyebrows furrow. "Of course it's something to worry about if it's messing with your sleep. This is the forth time this has happened this week. And you still won't tell me what's wrong."

Beca couldn't meet Chloe's gaze. "I told you. I'm just worried about this gig that's coming up. It could either make or break my career and future."

The deadpan stare she received was enough to tell her that her girlfriend wasn't buying it. "Alright, I'll just wait until you're ready to tell me what's really wrong. You know I'm always here if you're ready to ta—"

The power couple was interrupted by a shout coming through the door. "Do either of you know a store that sells barbecue chicken flavored ice cream?!"

...

Beca kisses Chloe on the cheek. Chloe's about to take the Queen Bitch out on a girl's day, starting with a spa treatment. When the redhead first proposed the idea, Beca adamantly refused, claiming that "spa days are for teenage girls who have nothing better to do with their hormones". Which is why Beca is excluded from the girl's day out, opting to spend the day with her lesbro instead. Beca can't resist going in for another kiss, this one on Chloe's lips instead. "Come back alive."

A faint giggle escapes the redhead. "Last time I checked, spa days weren't fatal."

Beca risks a glance at the vicious blonde lawyer. "It's not the spa that I'm worried about."

This earned a full on laugh from Chloe, who kissed Beca yet again. "I'll try, my love. Until we meet again," she says as she bestows a kiss upon the brunette's hand.

Luckily, they had reached that blessed point in their relationship where Beca didn't blush at Chloe's every touch. "Okay, you should go. Aubrey's been waiting in the car for five minutes. She probably wants to tear your head off by now."

Chloe smiles as she closed the door. "Bye, babe."

As soon as the door closed, Jesse peeks his head around the corner of the hallway. "Are they gone?"

Beca stuffs her hands into her pockets and nods, reverting into her normal socially awkward pose. "Yup."

Jesse raises his eyebrow at Beca's posture, used to her cool and confident slouch. He comes out of his hiding place from behind the corner. "What's up with you?"

Beca pulls her hands out of her pockets, palms already sweating from her increase in anxiety. "I kinda have a question to ask you."

"Fire away," Jesse says even though he's truly terrified. If something gets the DJ this flustered, then it must be something pretty big.

Beca looks up, finally meeting his curious gaze. "How did you propose to Aubrey?"

Jesse's eyebrow raises even more at Beca's random question. "Umm, why are you asking?"

Beca takes a deep breath, preparing herself for Jesse's predictable fangirl squeal. "I wanna ask Chloe to marry me."