A/N: Fluff-fluff-fluff. Glad you guys seem interested. Enjoy.


Beca tapped out a slow beat on the table, letting out an impatient huff every so often and ignoring the glares of the other patrons in the shop. Her gaze was fixed solidly on Chloe, who had originally been fetching coffees for them both before they went to practice, but had since been waylaid by some man with stubble all over his face and a stupid Internet meme shirt (and what she hoped was a coffee stain near the breast pocket).

Ostensibly they were having a conversation about something or other. However, it hadn't escaped Beca's notice how his eyes kept glazing over and falling down into Chloe's cleavage, or the way he kept grinning in what Beca felt was an overly self-satisfied way every time she laughed. It had apparently escaped Chloe's notice, however, because Beca had been waiting here for around ten minutes, with neither a drink nor Chloe to keep her company. She was rapidly losing her patience. Only the reluctance to make a scene and the knowledge in the back of her mind that Chloe was perfectly at rights to talk to whoever she wanted to - she wasn't technically Beca'sgirlfriend, after all, or at least not officially - stopped her from getting up and just pulling her back over here.

That said, she couldn't really blame the guy for wanting to interact with Chloe. It was hardly a rare occurrence: she had the sort of face and ability to look genuinely interested in what others were saying that made old ladies in the supermarket stop to tell her their life story. This was something Beca never had an issue with, and she felt simultaneously jealous and relieved that she didn't have to deal with it on a regular basis like Chloe did.

Still, ten minutes was a pretty long time, especially since Chloe was usually quite good at politely exiting the random conversations she got into if she was with someone else. She narrowed her eyes at them, trying to work out what he possibly could be offering in conversation compared to her. Maybe it was just that Chloe was too nice and couldn't find an opening to leave. At least, she hoped that was it, since she'd made particular plans with Chloe to meet her here.

It took a while, but Chloe seemed to remember who she came with and ambled over to their table, drinks in hand. She was humming cheerfully to herself as she did so, apparently not noticing Beca's bitch face.

'How do you do that?' Beca asked bitterly as Chloe set them down.

'Do what?'

'That.' She nodded over Chloe's shoulder, to where the guy was still gazing over at them both. When Chloe looked as well, he smirked at her; she waved back. 'Charm the pants off people within a few seconds of flirting with them.'

Chloe's brow wrinkled. 'I wasn't flirting. He asked what I was drinking because it looked good, and I told him. Then he saw my Barden sticker on my bag and we started talking about it, because he goes there too.'

'Oh, that's convenient…'

'What's that supposed to mean?'

'Nothing.'

The look Chloe gave her over the top of her drink was too knowing for her liking. 'Beca...'

'Really, it's nothing,' she said, making a half-hearted effort to push the annoyance out of her tone. 'It just confuses me, how good you are at flirting and making people like you.'

'I told you, I wasn't flirting with him.'

'So what were you doing?'

'I was talking to him, like I said.' She took a sip of her drink, grimacing because it had gone a little cold. Chloe couldn't stand drinks that were anything less than scalding hot. 'What does it matter, anyway? I'm here with you.'

At this, Beca scoffed. 'Yeah, but I'm sure you'd rather be with Mr Forever Alone over there, wouldn't you? Maybe his shirt isn't as appropriate as I originally thought…'

'No,' replied Chloe sincerely, tilting her head as though the thought had never occurred to her. 'Of course I wouldn't.'

'But he's obviously interested, and you're -'

'Beca,' Chloe interrupted, taking her hand, 'I'm here with you. I'm sorry I got caught up talking to him, but there's no need to get jealous.'

Beca, aghast, tried to pull her hand away but Chloe held fast. 'I'm not jealous!'

'Yes, you are. And that's okay. I mean, I'd want me all to myself as well,' she said, winking.

'So modest,' Beca muttered. She sank down low into her chair; Chloe continued to look at her in that annoyingly knowing way. 'Stop looking at me like that.'

'But it's so cute,' said Chloe. She leaned in and kissed Beca solidly on the lips, then stood up. 'I'm going to ask them to reheat my drink, so you just sit there being cute and definitely not jealous, okay?'

She left Beca behind to splutter, fighting off a blush and trying to scowl instead but failing at both.

'You suck!' she called to Chloe, who blew her a kiss back. Which definitely didn't make her smile like a goof.

(And, because she definitely wasn't jealous, she also definitely didn't smirk when she noticed the guy gazing at them in shock, and when Chloe beamed at him and pointed Beca out as her girlfriend.)

(Alright, but only a tiny bit.)

(… Fine, maybe a lot.)