I have a Bechloe prompt. Your other one was really good. So mine is they are living together and Beca falls and gets hurt and Chloe has to take care of her


Chloe must have told her girlfriend not to run up the stairs a thousand times, but not once did she listen. In the beginning, Beca claimed she did it out of excitement. They were very lucky to get an apartment like this; a hall leading to a living room big enough to fit ten people, a small kitchen, a bathroom and closets on the first floor. On the second floor, their bedroom. The room is no bigger than 6 by 7, just big enough to fit their double bed, but nothing more. The previous renters used it as a storage place, but both girls loved the idea of having their bedroom up there.

Two months in, Chloe felt like excitement was no longer a good enough excuse for Beca to run up and down the stairs every single time she had to be up there. Beca just told her it's the way stairs work; no one just walks up them according to the brunette.

Now, three weeks later, Chloe gets to roll her girlfriend out of the hospital in a wheelchair, a cast around one of Beca's legs and some stitches in her forehead.

"You should really start to listen to me, Becs. No more running on stairs."

Chloe carries her girlfriend to the car and places her on the back seat, behind the passenger seat and her back against the door, both legs stretched out. Chloe places a kiss on her cheek before putting the wheelchair in the back of the car and driving home.

During the drive, Chloe holds Beca's hand for most of the time, only releasing it to shift gear. She feels her squeeze her hand a few times and when she turns to watch Beca's face, she's met with a weak smile and only Chloe could notice the water in the side of her eyes.

Chloe rolls Beca inside of their apartment and places her near the couch. She turns on the TV, makes a cup of coffee and tells Beca she'll be right back before walking up the stairs.

"You don't have to walk so obviously slow, Chlo!" Beca yells from down stairs and Chloe just smiles, knowing her message was received. She gets the blankets and the pillows from the bed and walks back down, taking even more obviously slow steps.

"What are you doing, I ain't sleeping on the couch!" Beca exclaims.

"Becs, you can't walk the stairs and I am not carrying you up and down every day." Chloe throws the blankets and pillows on the couch and takes a seat on the end of it, facing Beca and placing a hand on her good leg. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm good and I wanna sleep in the bed with you upstairs."

Sometimes, Beca reminds Chloe of a three year old who throws a tantrum when she doesn't get her way. "You're sleeping down stairs, babe." Chloe says firm and gets up from the couch, placing her lips on her girlfriend's as soft as she can, trying not to hurt her any more.

"You know my lips work just fine, right?" Beca sighs when Chloe's gone upstairs once again, only to return with their double sized mattress.

Chloe watches Beca's lips turn into a smile as she lies down the mattress behind the couch.

"I never said you had to sleep down here on your own, did I? You really need to listen to me more, Beca Mitchell."

She places the pillows on it first, then she carries Beca out of the wheelchair and lies her down next, the blankets last, only over Beca's legs in case she gets too hot. Chloe then moves the couch to the other side of the room so they can watch the TV and makes her girlfriend a hot chocolate, which she places on the ground next to the mattress.

When the girl's satisfied with the room, Chloe sits down behind Beca, her legs on either side of the brunette, one arm around her chest to hold her in place, with the other keeping her hand on Beca's forehead to keep an eye on her current fever.

"Now you can sleep and I can watch The Bachelorette." Chloe says satisfied.

Before drifting off, Beca tells her she won't run up the stairs anymore and Chloe just smiles, knowing damn well she'll be running again as soon as her cast is off.