A/N: I know, I know. It's on the short side again. Just gimme a bit to figure it out a little. Anywho, this is a prompt I found where one of them brings home a puppy and tries to hide it. Obvious fluff.


Beca had heard the door shut from the living room and rose to meet her girlfriend, only to find her mysteriously absent. Normally, Chloe would immediately rush to find her significant other so that they could exchange stories of their days. "Chlo?" she called out questioningly. "You home?"

"Erm, yeah. Just give me a minute," Chloe called down from their bedroom upstairs. Sensing something was wrong and fearing the worst, she raced up the stairs and flung open the door to their room. "Chloe, are you alright?" she breathed out. The redhead whipped around, a strange smile on her face as she sat down on the bed, leaning lightly against a pillow.

"Oh, hey, Becs, how was your day?" she asked sweetly, hoping to distract her girlfriend from the shifting pillow behind her. Beca just sighed, stepping forwards and grabbing the pillow.

"Chloe, you know we need to talk about this, right?" The older girl just nodded sheepishly before lifting the puppy from behind her back, setting it down on the floor to explore. Beca took a seat next to her on the bed, left hand moving in soothing circles on her girlfriend's back. "For starters, where did it come from?"

"I was coming home from the grocery store, and I saw him huddled in a corner outside. I went over, and he was all alone, Becs. There was no one with him." Her voice began to crack as teared flooded her cerulean orbs. "He was so dirty, and-and so thin. I knew he needed help. He needed me, Becs. He needed us." Beca could only nod, looking down at the shaggy pup in playing on the floor in front of them.

"I guess he's kinda cute," Beca mumbled, picking up the puppy, only to have her nose licked by a slobbery tongue. "Ew! I take it back!" she shrieked, passing it off to Chloe, who sat chuckling amusedly. The petite girl glared at the puppy, poking its nose. "You are a menace," she growled at him. His only response was a playful yap. Chloe held him up in front of her face.

"You're just a playful little guy, huh? You just love Beca, even though you'll probably be bigger than she is, huh?" The last comment earned an indignant cry from her girlfriend, who placed a playful slap on her arm before sighing.

"We're keeping him, aren't we?" Chloe nodded enthusiastically. "Fine, but I get to name him."

"But Bec-"

"Nope. If he stays, he stays with my name." Chloe raised her eyebrows.

"Alright, What's his name, Beca? What shall we call our new family member?" Beca paused for a moment, not expecting to have gotten this far.

"Oh. Um, he's uh, Dennis." She paused to nod, hoping it would portray some form of confidence. "Yep. Dennis. His name is Dennis now." Chloe chuckled, shaking her head before passing off the puppy.

"Alright. Let's go give Dennis a bath then."

Beca had severely underestimated the difficulty of bathing a squirmy puppy. "Dennis! Sit down!" she ordered, only to earn a yap and dramatic leap out of the tub. She picked him back up, muttering to the dog they could now identify.

Once he was clean and dry, the duo could tell that Dennis was an Old English Sheepdog puppy. They used a piece of rope as a temporary leash for the trek to their nearest pet store, where they picked up food (Chloe insisted on the biggest bag she could find), a nice new collar (Beca wanted leather with spikes, Chloe chose just leather), and too many toys to count.

By the time the outing was over, they were all exhausted and sprawled out on the couch with a movie cued up. Beca looked up at Chloe, placing a gentle kiss on her lips.

"I love you, and now I love Dennis." Chloe just smiled and returned the kiss before starting the movie, with Dennis sleeping happily on top of them.