It's Just a Sleepover
By: ICanSeeYourToner
Pairing: Bechloe
Rating: M
Disclaimer: I do not own Pitch Perfect or any of the characters in it. (I wish I did though…)
Author's Note: Hey y'all! Sorry I haven't posted in a while... I got caught up in work and school stuff. Here's my next chapter. Thanks for reading! Enjoy!
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Chapter 2
Chloe woke up Friday morning in a good mood. And for her, a good mood is a great mood. She was extra bubbly and her smile shone brighter that it probably ever had. Why? That answer was simple; tonight was Aca-initiation night. Tonight she would officially make the object of her affections, Beca, a Barden Bella. She hadn't seen the freshman since auditions and was dying to get her "Beca fix".
Beca was nervous. It was Friday, and she hadn't been contacted by the Bella's yet. What if she didn't make it in? What if she never got to see Chloe again? Damn it… ever since the shower incident, her thoughts had always come back to that stunning redhead. Chloe. Chloe Beale. Chloe freaking Beale. The sexy ginger had captured Beca's attention and refused to leave her mind. Beca's every thought was followed by, "What would Chloe think?" or, "Mmmmm… Chloe." It was getting to the point where it was seeping into Beca's music. She had begun to mindlessly mix Titanium with just about everything. It was distracting. Beca just knew that there was something special between them.
Chloe really had to fight the urge to giggle. It wasn't her fault that Beca looked so cute while she had a burlap hood over her head. Every time the DJ tried to pull the cloth off, Chloe just pulled it back down again. After what seemed like the hundredth escape attempt, the brunette huffed and left the bag on, deciding it wasn't worth the trouble. When they had finally reached their destination, Chloe and Aubrey lined up the girls and began the ceremony.
When the bag was taken off of her head, Beca was met with a dark room with candles for light. At first, she was confused, but then her eyes locked on to the brightest flame of all: Chloe. Of course the redhead would be behind this. She would be the one to– Oh wow… Beca cut herself off mid-thought. Chloe looked beautiful in the dim light. There was a glimmer of fire reflected in those sapphire blues, and her perfect skin was illuminated in just the right way by the candles, but what mesmerized Beca the most was the way Chloe's hair looked like it was living fire. It moved ever so slightly and gave the impression that the senior's gorgeous face was outlined by flames. To Beca, Chloe was the epitome of perfection; almost like an angel straight out of heaven. Almost. There was no way she could be an angel because Beca sure wouldn't mind sinning with her. The small girl mentally shook herself. That sounded so queerballs.
Beca was jerked out of her trancelike state when she heard Aubrey say something about wolves. The other girls repeated what the blonde Bella had just said, so Beca just went with it. Apparently, that was all there was to the ceremony. Much to Beca's disdain, all the other girls squealed with glee. After her initial shock wore off, Beca could've sworn she saw Chloe wink at her. That one little wink sparked a fire of determination in the brunette. Before the end of the night, Chloe would be hers.
At the party, Chloe sauntered off to the drink table. As she sipped at her beer, her eye was drawn to a certain brunette Bella. Chloe didn't like what she saw. The new Treble-douche was flirting– fucking flirting– with Beca. At least Beca didn't seem too interested in him. As soon as he walked away from the small girl, Chloe tossed her drink aside and ran up to her. She must've been tipsier than she realized, because she almost fell, but caught herself on Beca's hands. Her little slip-up worked in her favor though; Beca's face was pulled down to hers and their lips met. Oh God, Beca's lips were even softer than she'd imagined them to be. It was like being in heaven for about two seconds. When they pulled apart, Chloe smiled up at Beca, whose pupils were dilated to the point where they were almost completely black with lust. "Ummm… Sorry." Beca mumbled. Chloe giggled before huskily replying, "Don't be. I liked it, and, from the looks of it, you did too." The small brunette blushed furiously and nodded. "I've wanted to do that since we met in the showers." Said Chloe. Beca gulped. Chloe giggled again. "Yeah, I'm so glad I decided to walk in on you… that was so hot. When I left, I didn't even stop to dry off. When I got back to my place, I was wet in more ways than one." "Holy shit." husked Beca. Chloe leaned in even closer to the brunette. "Hey, what do you say we ditch this party and head back to my place? Let's have a… ummm… a sleepover. I might let you sing Titanium to me again… you know… to get me all worked up."
Beca was so turned on right now. She couldn't seem to form a logical sentence, so she nodded enthusiastically. Her hand was grabbed by the sexy redhead in front of her and she was pulled up the stairs and away from the party. Left standing in their wake was a very drunk Jesse holding two drinks. His expression was one of mixed sadness and pain.
So… last chapter, I told y'all that this was going to be a two-shot. Yeah. I lied. It was going to be a two-shot, but I just couldn't pass up the chance to leave y'all with a little cliff hanger. I'm evil, I know. I'll have the next chapter up soon enough. Don't kill me! I'm out. -Toner
