A/N: Happy New Year!

I know, I know, I've not been writing and updating lately but life has been getting in the way. With the run up to Thanksgiving, my birthday and Christmas, it's been a little hectic. I've made a promise to myself that I'll set some time aside each week to write a bit more. I've also got another writer kicking my ass to do better so I'm really going to try. Talking of other writers, I met Unsuspecting Ties from this site when I traveled to New York in November to attend an Anna Kendrick book signing. I got to meet AK that day too and she is as lovely, sweet and friendly as you think she would be. She was even good enough to take two pictures with me for my birthday which, to me, was the best gift I could have received this year. I also highly recommend her book, Scrappy Little Nobody... it's absolutely hilarious and you won't be disappointed! I won't give anything away if you want to read it.

I'd like to send a special thanks to my Beta, waatp, for overseeing this story.

Anyway, here is a little something to kick off 2017!

Beca Mitchell sat on her bed, her back propped up by pillows and her feet crossed at the ankles. She was drawing a lazy circle on the soft blankets with her hand, trying to distract herself from the single, constant thought currently running around in her mind.

The phone on her nightstand buzzed, announcing a new text with its stupidly cheerful tune. Groaning, she moved for the first time in an hour and swung her legs over the side of the bed, planting both feet firmly on the floor as she scooped up her cell. Quickly reading the message, she was almost relieved to see it was from Amy, asking her if she was still acting like Miss Haversham. Beca sighed. Since splitting up from Jesse, three months before, she'd become a bit of a hermit, only leaving her apartment to go to work and the grocery store. It was the way she wanted to be. It meant she could concentrate on her work.

Or that was what she continuously told herself.

She missed Jesse. She missed him a lot. But it had been her decision in the end to finish their relationship. She still loved him and the easy way the relationship had developed over the three years they were together. He'd proposed to her over a moonlight picnic one evening in the summer, saying all the right words and promising all the right things. He looked as hopeful as he waited for her answer; the one that would unify their lives and pave their road together.

He didn't expect for her to bury her face in her hands and burst into tears. He had started to stutter and apologize that the ring was small but he'd get her something bigger if that's what the reason she was so upset. But the trouble was, as she tried to explain to him without hurting his feelings that she didn't know what she wanted. Reassuring him that it was her, not him, they'd parted that night without ever really resolving anything except Beca's steadfast conviction that they couldn't be together any longer.

She'd spent the next day in bed, with the covers pulled up over her head, ignoring her phone and the knocks on her door as word got around that the Power Couple of Barden University were no longer together. Jesse kept their break up respectful and spoke no ill of his former girlfriend and as yet, still hadn't pushed Beca for a real reason to their breakup.

Beca was dreading that day. How could she tell him the truth? She was in denial about the whole thing and yet every time she thought about it, she got a flicker of excitement deep down in her gut. She was so conflicted, alternating between hating herself one minute, forgiving herself the next and then getting all confused about the truth.

The truth was that she had fallen for her best friend. Chloe.

She'd laid awake at night for the longest time, thinking how it had all started. She tried to understand within herself if she'd been hiding her own feelings for a long time or was this rush a new thing.

'I'm not gay.' Beca softly repeated to the room, the phrase in her head on a constant loop. 'I still like men.'

She was a little angry at Chloe as her mind drifted back to the World's Championship in the summer. Was she truly so overcome with emotion that the Bella's had won the crowd over, defeating Das Sound Machine, who, until the Bella's had stepped onto the stage had been the favorites to win, that she didn't realize what she was doing at the after party when Chloe had gone around hugging and congratulating everyone.

This was nothing new as far as Chloe was concerned but she'd stopped in front of Beca and comically leant down to kiss the top of Beca's head. Beca had playfully slapped her away as Chloe pulled her into another bear hug but as Chloe moved to kiss Beca's cheek, a gesture of friendship, Beca had turned her head a split second too early and their lips had met.

Neither of them had pulled away until a peal of laughter brought them back into the room. Shocked, Beca had pulled away and half pushed Chloe back into the room, laughing mirthlessly and pretending it had all been a silly gesture. But Beca couldn't deny that Chloe spent the rest of the evening giving Beca subtle, knowing glances and little winks that for once, Beca didn't find uncomfortable.

As they left the after party that night, Beca and Chloe had found themselves lingering behind, collecting Amy's discarded bra and shirt before walking out together. Beca knew she hadn't mistaken the gentle touch of Chloe's fingers as they brushed against hers and she was definitely sure she felt a spark between but she couldn't fathom what it meant. She was happy with Jesse and wasn't looking for anything else, and she certainly wasn't a cheater so why did the ghost of a kiss play on her mind so much.

As they drew closer to the bus, waiting idly on the side of the road to return the Bella's to their hotel, giggling as they watched Amy try to make out with a traffic cone, Chloe had half pushed, half dragged Beca into a covered doorway.

Without saying a word, Chloe had slipped a finger under Beca's chin and tilted her face up towards her. Not waiting for permission, she pressed her lips to Beca's mouth and kissed her with purpose. It took the brunette two seconds to begin kissing her back.

Beca found herself lost in the moment as the world around her began to fade away. The gentle hum of the traffic disappeared, the harsh street lights dimmed and her too warm skin felt the first prickle of anticipation as the world simply slowed down. Without meaning to, Beca slipped her hand up Chloe's back and wrapped her arm around her, pulling her closer. A momentary pause as Beca felt the difference between Chloe's soft skin and the usual stubble chin she was used to and the feeling confused her but the tiny fire in her belly soon made her forget what she was thinking.

For a brief moment, Beca worried that her brain had short circuited as images of rainbows, warm cookies, unicorns and fluffy socks flashed through her mind. She blamed it on the fact she was kissing Chloe rather than an elementary brain fart but still, it was certainly odd. She wasn't going to suddenly like all of that stuff, just because Chloe did.

They pulled apart and a thin sliver hung between them like a spider web.

"Don't overthink it." Chloe breathed as she kissed the top of Beca's forehead.

"I'm not. I'm-"

"-Just imagine what it's like with tongues." Chloe giggled, before shaking herself a little and poking her head out of the doorway where she'd pushed Beca into. She looked back at Beca. "I've wanted to do that for so long." She said with a mischievous smile.

She let the words hang in the air as she bounced, instead of walked to the waiting bus, leaving Beca with a million unanswered questions about what had just happened and an ache in her core that didn't disappear for three weeks.

And now, as Beca sat on the edge of her bed, she was left with the memory of a passionate embrace and a question in her head about what she was going to do about it.

Chloe Beale had always been honest about her sexuality. She just didn't feel like it needed to be broadcasted; if someone wanted to know something, she would talk to them about it. In an honest and frank admission, and perhaps more than one watered down beer, Chloe admitted to the rest of the Bellas that she liked girls as much as she did guys. A few nodded heads, a couple of shrugged shoulders and at least one 'yeah, we knew that' later, and the conversation moved onto the next person.

Beca thought on Chloe's words for a little while, watching her as the group interacted with each other as Amy admitting she stole people's underwear for a laugh and wondered how she'd not known that about Chloe. They had become close friends in Beca's freshman year; partially due to Chloe shower stalking her in the first semester and partially Beca liking Chloe's persistence and perseverance in demanding Beca's friendship.

She had found it was just easier to give in and be dragged out for coffee at the small campus cafe than argue with her redheaded friend. Beca's shower invasion story was used by Chloe on more than one occasion to get a date for the two of them on a night out. But it wasn't until Beca looked back on their nights out that more often than not, Chloe would end up at Beca's place, snuggled under her friend's duvet and half asleep by the time Beca had finished using the restroom. Beca found out all too quickly that she simply didn't care that Chloe couldn't make her mind up whether she liked boys or girls. It was part of her charm.

Chloe had always been confident in herself, she'd come from a loving family where it was considered bad form to be normal in the eyes of society. She had a chicken as a pet, wore odd socks, slept with a plastic dinosaur called John and wore fairy wings to Church so when she sat down with her parents, one week after Christmas and announced she was seeing a girl called Jenny, neither of them batted an eyelid. In fact, the only comment her father passed was to remind her it was her turn to wash up after dinner. Three weeks later, when Chloe brought Matt home, introducing him as her boyfriend, one solitary eyebrow was raised and then the conversation was moved on to which football game was going to be shown over Thanksgiving.

Chloe had that nature where she did what she liked, loved who she wanted to and lived her life to the very best she could. And if that meant taking a risk, so be it. Chloe had standards, her own set of rules and that didn't include judging people, telling lies, chewing gum too loudly and it certainly didn't include stealing someone's boyfriend, or girlfriend.

Even with an offer of a million dollars on the table in exchange for the truth, Chloe couldn't have answered the question of why she decided to kiss Beca Mitchell in Copenhagen, even if her life depended on it.

What she did know was that she didn't regret it.

A/N: So there ya have it. Please let me know what you think. I'd love to hear from you all x