God dammit mortals, Why'd you all have to ask for Chloe's reaction, why? Now I feel like I have to write this, so hooray for you, y'all got your wish. Now, this is a two shot, and WILL NOT BE ANYTHING ELSE!

Unless of course you all want this to be a full fledged fic. Then, y'all better have a REALLY good reason as to why I should continue this. If I can get 10 people to review, and say that i should, I'll turn this into a full fic, okay?

Now I'm done now, so I own nothing, it sucks but its true, and I say this, so you can't sue!


Chloe Beale sat in her apartment crying. Beside her sat Beca's last letter and a half empty bottle of Jack Daniels.

Sobbing, Chloe picked up Beca's letter and reread it once again. Did Beca really believe that she never loved her? How could she? Chloe loved Beca with everything she had, she still did. The past year had been pure torture for her. Breaking Beca's heart was the last thing she ever wanted to do, and right now, it was taking everything in her power to not pick up her phone and beg Beca to come back.

"No, I can't" Chloe whispered to herself. "It was for the best."

How could she be so selfish to even consider this? She couldn't make Beca have to deal with her problems. Beca may have been hurting right now, but she'd move on. Maybe not now, or maybe not even in the nest year, but eventually, Beca would move on. It was for the best. It had to be.

As though Heaven decided that she needed a reminder as to why she had to leave, Chloe could hear a baby, HER baby, start to cry.

Yeah, Chloe Beale had a new born baby to take care now. Crazy, right?

Getting up, Chloe walked over to Baylie's crib, and fed her. Rocking Baylie back and forth in an attempt to try and get her to fall back asleep, Chloe looked at the crying child before her.

"Hey Baylie," Chloe slurred slightly "Your crying again. Why though. Its not like you have anything to cry about. You don't know fucking know the meaning of the word hurt.

Chloe put Baylie back down then,as she fell into a gentle slumber, Chloe broke out into gut wrenching sobs. With trembling hands, Chloe picked up the bottle of whiskey again and too a big swig.

This was her life now. Fucking crying all the time and drinking the other half. Its funny, just a year ago, Chloe had the perfect life. She had a the most amazing girlfriend of two years, who she had hoped to marry soon, a loving supportive family, and a promising future. Now, Chloe had nothing. She shattered the heart of who she believed to be her soul mate, she had no future, and if it weren't for Aubrey, Baylie and Chloe both would have been on the streets. To top it all off, the beautiful baby Chloe had sleeping next to her was the product of her greatest shame...

"Chlo! I'm home!" Chloe heard Aubrey call, as she walked into the apartment they shared.

"Oh hey Bree." Chloe said, hurriedly wiping away her tears. "How was your day?"

"It was good" Aubrey said happily, walking into the room, however, noticing the sate Chloe was in, the opened letter, and the half empty bottle of whiskey on the table, her demeanor suddenly changed.

"Chloe." Aubrey said, her voice hard, "You seriously need to stop drinking."

"Sorry Bree." Chloe said.

Snatching the bottle away, Aubrey sat down next to Chloe.

"Chloe, I know this is hard, but you need to move on, if not for yourself, then for little Baylie over there." Aubrey said gently. "Chloe, you chose to have her, and now you need to step up and raise her. I know that you didn't ask for any of this, but please, Chloe, for me, for that beautiful baby over there, please."

"I can't Bree" Chloe rasped out. "Bree, every time I even look at Baylie, it just reminds me of HIM. It reminds me of everything that happened."

"Chlo, I know that what happened hurt, but you cant change the past." AUbrey said, her heart breaking at the state Chloe was in. "You just have to move on. Don't let him win Chloe, please! I miss my best friend. Baylie needs a mom, and you need to heal."

"I CAN'T THOUGH!" Chloe roared now, angry that AUbrey couldn't get this, that Aubrey didn't understand. "I WAS FUCKING RAPED, OKAY? AND NOW I HAVE TO LIVE WITH THIS, WITHOUT ANYONE! YOU FUCKING DON'T GET IT!"

"Chloe!" Aubrey said fiercely. "You are not alone. I'm here, and I always will be. I can't believe that Beca abandoned you over this, but I won't, okay. I'm with you. Your parents are with you. Chloe, you're not alone, and you never will be!"

Instead of saying anything, Chloe just broke down in Aubrey's arms. Deep, gut wrenching sobs ripped through her body.

"Shh." Aubrey whispered, doing her best to not break down herself. "I got you Chlo. I got you."

For an indeterminable amount of time, Chloe just sat there, as Aubrey did her best to calm her down. Finally, as her sobs died down, Aubrey spoke again.

"Chloe, I know that this hurts. I can never understand what you're going through, but I do know that this hurts."

"Thank you Bree, for everything. " Chloe hiccuped. "You don't have to be here, and I'm sorry for yelling at you earlier."

"Its okay," Aubrey said, smiling a bit. "I get it, sort of. Just please, if you really are sorry, stop drinking okay? Its really bad for you, and its also really bad for that beautiful little baby out there. I know that she was conceived out of something horrible, but that's not her fault. Chloe, you need to be a mother right now."

"I know..." Chloe said, "Its just hard you know? This is never how I imagined this to be. I thought that it would be me and Beca, having kids someday. Not this."

Upon hearing Beca's name, Aubrey's eyes flashed angrily.

"Don't fucking think about that god dam hobbit" Aubrey growled. "She fucking abandoned you when you needed her most. She ran when she shouldn't have, and she a God damn coward. Chloe, you deserve so much better."

"I just miss her." Chloe said helplessly.

Aubrey didn't know the whole truth as to why she was here, and Chloe couldn't tell her either. It was far too likely that Aubrey would tell someone, or make Chloe tell Beca the truth, and that just couldn't happen.

"Well don't." Aubrey said, "She's not worth your time. I still don't know why you like that freaking hobbit so much."

"Because she was beautiful, talented, and just amazing" Chloe said, smiling a bit as she thought of her now ex-girlfriend.

"She was a royal pain in my ass, she wore too much eyeliner, and had a horrible attitude." Aubrey deadpanned.

Chloe sighed, knowing that it was impossible to argue with her friend.

"Why can't you be gay?" Chloe whined. "That would make everything so much easier."

"Sorry Chloe," Aubrey smirked. "I was raised in an extremely devote house, and honestly, I just don't go that way. AT ALL."

"I know." Chloe huffed, feeling a bit better. "But I am glad that your my friend at least."

"You better be" Aubrey said with a cocky wink. "I'm the best there ever was!"

"Yeah, yeah you are." Chloe said, giggling a bit at the blonde's antics.

"Damn straight." Aubrey said. "Now, you and I are going to go out tonight. No excuses. I called your mom already, and she said that she could watch Baylie, so, Get up, get a shower, because honestly, you reek, and let's go! Tonight, me and you are going to have a Girls night out."

Chloe sighed, though secretly, she was glad that Aubrey was so adamant to make her better. She really didn't want to go out tonight, but then again, she never wanted to go out anymore. Maybe Aubrey was right though. Maybe going out would be good for her.

"Fiiiiiiiine" Chloe huffed "But you better be taking me somewhere nice Posen."

"No worries!" Aubrey said, happy that Chloe had agreed to go. "I promise that it'll be aca-awesome."

"Alright Bree." Chloe said "But you need to get cleaned up too. You smell like a law firm."

"What even Chlo?" Aubrey said, "But whatever. I'll hop in the shower, while you clean up, and then you go get cleaned up. Okay?"

"Kay." Chloe said.

With that said, Aubrey walked out of the room, leaving Chloe alone. When Chloe heard the shower turn on, she sighed. Cleaning up the coffee table that held a number of empty alcohol bottles, Chloe's eyes fell upon Beca's letter once again.

What was she suppose to do? She hated that Beca was feeling so bad, and was so hurt right now, but this was what other choice did she have? She was doing the right thing now. She needed to stop feeling so shitty, and remember that this was for the best. But why was it hurting so fucking much?

With a sigh, Chloe took another long drink from the bottle, before she threw it away. Fucking hell, why did doing the right thing have to hurt so god damn much?

Chloe looked at Beca's letter again, before she finally threw it away, just as she had with every other letter. She wanted to keep them so badly, but she knew that if she did, she'd eventually be too tempted to write Beca back, and then, everything would go to hell.

Looking at the crumpled up piece of paper in the trash can once more, Chloe finally shut the lid and then walked to the bathroom. This was all for the best.