For the rest of the day, joined by Chloe eventually, they spent their time watching musicals, Beca deciding to just go with it instead of complaining about hating movies. She did kinda like watching Catherine Zeta Jones in Chicago after all.

It was a great way to spend the afternoon, and by the time she left at six pm, just in time to get to the radio station, she'd felt considerably calmer than she had earlier.

She was trying not to think about Aubrey. Well she was, she was happy to be on speaking terms with her again, but she was desperately trying not to remember that kiss. To have Aubrey fucking Posen moan into her mouth. Christ.

She threw herself down into the chair in the booth, not bothering to say hello to Luke, furiously getting her headphones out of her backpack. Luke wisely backed away, deciding to hang around a little after his shift in the hopes that Beca might calm down enough to talk to him about it.

It worked, and Beca's song choices slowly started to mellow out over the next hour.

He knocked on the door, and opened it carefully when he got no response. Beca was lost in the music she was playing. He touched her gently on the shoulder, making her jump and rapidly take her headphones off.

'Hey Beca, is there anything you want to talk about? You seemed pretty upset earlier.'

'Nothing's the matter, I was just having a pretty crappy day.'

'If you say so Beca. Just know you can always talk to me about anything okay?'

'Yeah. Thanks Luke'

'No problem.'

He left then, knowing that Beca was shutting him out, but he was happy he'd been able to reassure her that she could go to him. Grabbing his bags, he looked back at the booth silently before leaving the building.

…...

She wasn't homophobic or anything. Despite her somewhat conservative upbringing, she'd always been open to other people living how they wanted to. Other people being the operative term. She'd never really considered that she might be interested in other women. Sure, she found her favourite film, Resident Evil, courtesy of a really badass female protagonist, but she'd never actually thought anything more of it. Aubrey and Chloe were both attractive, anybody could see that, it didn't mean she was interested like that.

She could never really think properly around other people. Only when she was alone with her music, although that wasn't being alone, not really, could she actually sort through her own mind and find out how she actually felt about things.

She felt... conflicted. Undoubtedly, Aubrey's affections had taken her completely by surprise. What had surprised her more though, is how she'd responded. She'd enthusiastically reciprocated, instigated the second kiss. She'd felt more intensity there than she'd managed to feel with Jesse, or in any of her limited experiences with other guys.

She hadn't lied to Aubrey, she really didn't think she could walk away from the girl after such a heartfelt kiss. Beca guessed that she might be bisexual, or at least bi-curious for Aubrey. Which she was okay with on an intellectual level, but she didn't know how her Dad would take it and whether the rest of the girls from the Bella's would be so open minded.

Her second concern was unfounded, she had no doubt. They'd accepted Cynthia Rose easily enough. Chloe even, she'd casually admitted over a drunken game of truth or dare that she'd 'batted for the other team once or twice', before downing her shot and falling over. There was no reason to think that they wouldn't accept the two of them.

Her Dad though. He'd barely re-entered her life, forced her to take a degree at his precious University, and insisted that she'd gotten involved in a club of some variety. She'd done all that and enjoyed it, but it didn't change the fact that her Dad was pretty set in his ways. She didn't think he was homophobic per se, but she was fairly certain that he wouldn't be pleased with her being bi.

Aubrey deserved her effort. Her former nemesis turned Captain turned friend had opened her heart to Beca, and apparently it was something she seemed to want to reciprocate.

Beca resolved to meet Aubrey as soon as possible to talk about what could be happening between them. She sent her a quick text;

Beca: Hey Aub, still at the station. Hope you're getting some rest for tomorrow's practice! x

…...

Hours later, she'd had no response. She reassured herself in the knowledge that it was late, that Aubrey may have gone to sleep early.

…...

Back at their flat, Aubrey was lying wide awake, every so often leaning over to read the text from Beca.