Hey guys! I was getting a little burned out with my other uber-serious multichapter, so I decided to start this to let off some steam.

I have to admit: Triple Treble is growing on me. So this will be a collection of one-shots narrating stuff that turns on Beca, Aubrey and Chloe individually. Not all scenes involve the three of them. And so this goes out to Mitchsen and Bechloe fans too. *wink wink*

Expect this to be pure crack fic, though I can't promise smut as of the moment. Rated T as of the moment for suggestive things.

Used Google Translate for this one, so if something seems a little off, feel free to tell me and we'll fix it. R&R and enjoy reading!

Beca had just taken off her boots at the doorway when she heard an angry voice from the living room.

"Non, je ne suis pas venue à la maison. C'est finale!" While unsure about the language, the frustrated huff told Beca that the speaker was Aubrey. Chloe stomped her foot when she was annoyed.

But wait, her Aubrey spoke a foreign language?

"Oh, Papa will be fine. He told me, in no uncertain terms, not to show my face in there ever again. Ce n'est pas quelque chose que je peux facilement oublier. Yes, yes, I am eating well. Don't worry about me, Mama."

Beca proceeded to the living room. Sure enough, there was Aubrey, pacing like a caged lion while holding her phone to her ear. She looked up, saw Beca, and shook her head. Beca hugged her from behind and kissed the back of her neck. To say the blonde was tense was an understatement.

"Non, non, Mama. Bien sûr, vous pouvez garder m'appeler," Aubrey spoke into the phone. She listened some more, and nodded. "S'il vous plaît prendre soin de vous. Au revoir." She tossed the phone on the couch and turned to Beca. "Hey, babe."

"Hey," Beca answered back, settling on the couch and pulling Aubrey onto her lap. "You okay?"

Aubrey closed her eyes, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Yes. My mom was nagging me to come to another family reunion. I don't want to talk about it right now. Can we change the topic?"

Beca shrugged. "Right. Three...two...one...change topic. You speak French?!"

Aubrey smiled for the first time since she finished her phone call. "Beca, I'm from Vermont. You can't expect to live there and not pick up your neighbors' language. And my mom's from Quebec."

"I know that, but...Oh, god. Can you get even more perfect, Bree?"

"Don't let Chloe hear you say that, she'll be jealous."

"Psh, Chloe knows she's awesome. Do you have something else to confess?"

Chuckling, Aubrey tucked a strand of brown hair behind the DJ's ear. "I'm a bad girl, please spank me?"

Beca rolled her eyes. "We all know that. I mean, are you a super spy or something?"

Aubrey only gave her a light kiss on the nose. "Oh merde, vous gâché ma couverture."

"Dude, no!" Beca laughed, dumping Aubrey beside her on the couch. "Don't say another word in French, Posen. You have no idea what it's doing to me."

Beca's gray-blue eyes were considerably darker, and Aubrey saw her chance to tease her girlfriend. She crawled into Beca's lap, straddling her and cupping her face. "Qu'allez-vous faire à ce sujet?" she whispered right into the brunette's ear before nibbling her earlobe, and she almost cackled when Beca gulped audibly.

"Fuck, Bree. You're a tease! Does this drive Chloe crazy too?"

"Trust me, Chloe's turn-ons are way, way different than yours." Aubrey pulled back and winked, and Beca squirmed at the thought of their other girlfriend being seduced by the blonde. Aubrey immediately noted the change in Beca's breathing, and her smile became even more predatory.

"I mean it, woman. Not another word. We still have to make dinner for Red."

"Oh, this is the best dinner we could ever serve Chloe." Aubrey planted kisses down the side of Beca's throat. "Baise-moi."

Beca didn't have to know French to understand that one. In one swift movement, she gathered Aubrey in her arms and pinned her back on the couch.

"Non, je ne suis pas venue à la maison. C'est finale!" No, I am not coming home. That's final!

"Ce n'est pas quelque chose que je peux facilement oublier." This is not something that I can easily forget.

"Non, non, Mama. Bien sûr, vous pouvez garder m'appeler." No, no, Mama. Of course you can keep calling me.

"S'il vous plaît prendre soin de vous. Au revoir." Please take care of yourself. Goodbye.

"Oh merde, vous gâché ma couverture." Oh shit, you blew my cover.

"Qu'allez-vous faire à ce sujet?" What are you going to do about it?

"Baise-moi." Fuck me.