Prompt; Imagine your OTP sitting on the top of a bus shelter in the middle of the night star-gazing together.

Chloe wasn't entirely sure when Beca had started sneaking out from the Bella's house in the middle of the night. For all she knew it could have been the first time she had done it when she caught her sneaking down the stairs one night. It seemed random at first, Chloe had instantly just assumed that Beca couldn't sleep and was going to watch some TV downstairs. But when she had heard the click of the front door shutting she knew that it wasn't the case.

The redhead had decided not to question Beca about it the first time, she knew what Beca was like and if it was something of importance or worrying she would eventually tell her what was going on. But she didn't bring it up so it all seemed okay. It was a week or so later when Chloe woke up in the night once again to see Beca creeping out of the house and that was when the speculations started.

Was she meeting up with someone?

Part of a gang or cult?

Sleepwalking?

Taking extra shifts at the radio station? She would have let me know if she was working, wouldn't she?

She didn't enjoy having to speculate on what was happening at all. The feeling of the unknown giving her an unsettling feeling in her stomach as she tried to fall back to sleep. In the darkness of her room, it was then that Chloe decided that she would find out what was going on.

And so she waited. She stayed up, setting alarms to keep herself awake to see if it happened the next night. It didn't, and her confusion only grew. Another week passed and the creak of the stairs which her hearing had become tuned into woke her from her slumber. Off she was going again, wrapped up in her Barden Hoodie and black jeans. Chloe marked it down on the calender in her room with a simple question mark.

It was another few weeks before Chloe finally picked up on the pattern. Every Friday night like clockwork, Beca would get up and leave the house at around 1am and return any time after 3. Her next move was obvious, but risky. If Beca caught her she would instantly question it, become defensive no matter what the situation was. There was nothing the girl hated more than someone 'being up in her business'. But for the sake of her sanity, it was a risk Chloe was willing to take.

So of course, the next Friday, Chloe found herself getting ready. When everyone else in the house was getting ready for bed, Chloe simply changed into a pair of sweats and her Bella's jacket, avoiding Stacie's questions with a simple It's cold. The waiting game was one Chloe was accustomed to with people like Beca. And so she sat, staring at the clock on her phone and waiting as it slowly ticked over minute by minute...

12:58 Chloe sat up in bed, reaching for her shoes which she had left on the floor and slipping them on as quietly as she could.

12:59 She grabbed her key to the house and a flash light which she had so conveniently brought up to bed with her.

01:00 She stood, taking a wide step across the floor to avoid the plank of flooring which would alert anyone of movement as she crept towards the door.

There she was once again, creeping down the stairs and towards the front door. Chloe had to play this right, trail behind enough to not be seen but she needed to be fast, or she would quickly lose the girl. So as soon as she heard the click of the door she was off, shutting her bedroom door lightly behind her before practically running down the stairs as quietly as she could.

The cold night air hit her face harshly as she stepped out, sending a shiver down her spine. With a tug of her sleeves, pulling them further down her wrists Chloe looked around, sweeping the area to see Beca's figure in the distance being illuminated by one of the street lamps. She set off quickly, trying to keep up whilst sticking to the shadows. If this was any other scenario, where her and Beca were following another, it would all seem so much more fun. There would surely be a comment from Beca about how they looked like serial killers in the night.

Chloe was unsure of how long she had been following Beca but they were getting closer to the 'rougher' side of town. How did she know this? Well it was simple really, everyone knew it. The old blocks of flats which were now unused, shattered glass and rotting wood. Graffiti covering the brick walls and the grass and weeds over growing. It was now that she needed the flash light, the lack of street lights - or those that weren't damaged or broken leading them further into darkness. It seemed Beca also had the same idea, she could just about see the faint glow coming from her position up ahead.

It was when Chloe turned the corner after Beca that she froze, quickly stepping back behind the corner as she peered around. She wished that what she was seeing had some sort of logical explanation behind it but here Beca was, climbing up onto the top of a old bus shelter in the middle of the night. How she managed it she wasn't entirely sure, it was nearly twice her height but she did it. And there she was, laying herself down.

She wanted to scream, shout at Beca and ask her what the hell she thought she was doing. Why was she out in the middle of the night to climb on top of a bus shelter in the rough side of town. Was this her attempt at thrill seeking? Or was she just messing with her? Had she known the whole time that Chloe was following her and had decided to lead her astray. Chloe hoped it was the latter, because this really didn't make sense. With a sigh of frustration Chloe prepared to approach the girl when suddenly her phone chimed signalling an email. The sound rang clearly through the night as Chloe jumped, watching as Beca sat up suddenly alert as she scanned the darkness.

''Hello?'' She called, sounding unsure of herself. ''Is there anyone there?'' She said again. This was Chloe's moment to reveal herself but her feet didn't seem to be co-operating. The signals to her brain to walk her forward failing her as she just took a step back and walked away from the scene. Not tonight.

If Chloe was being honest, she never really was one to have any patience. But here she was once again, a week later on Friday night after having waited all week to follow Beca again. She was going to be careful this time. Beca wasn't going to know it was her. It all went exactly the same as before, the only different aspect being how Chloe tried to stay slightly further behind Beca to ensure that she had definitely not been seen. But it was the exact same path and once again Chloe found herself peering around the corner as she watched Beca pull herself up onto the top of the bus shelter. That was it, this all had to be some sort of sick practical joke that Beca had been planning for months, ensuring that she carried out the long process to set up the prank to the extent where she knew Chloe would follow. Beca loved her pranks.

With that in mind Chloe stormed towards the bus shelter, the familiar fire already bubbling up inside as she approached.

''Rebecca Mitchell! What the hell do you think you're doing!?'' Chloe shouted, uncaring about the time. No one lived around here anyway.

''Chloe?'' Beca asked, her head peering over the top of the shelter with her jaw hung open in shock. She was surprised? No, she was just acting. ''What are you doing here?''

''What am I doing here? What are you doing here!'' Chloe was seething by now, a combination of her exhaustion and weeks worth of frustration towards the girl. ''You've been leaving the house in the middle of the night for weeks and for what? To climb on top of a old bus shelter?!''

''You've been following me?'' There it was, all at once. The hurt and anger registering on Beca's face. ''What the hell Chloe!''

''Really Beca? That's your concern right now? You can be angry all you want at me for following you after you've given me an explanation!'' Chloe waited, folding her arms across her chest as she watched Beca's face carefully. Her clenched jaw and cold glare slipping away after only a few seconds as Beca let out a sigh. She never gave in this easily.

''Okay.'' Beca said quietly.

''You- wait. Okay?''

''Yes okay. Here, let me help you up.'' Beca moved so she was laid on her stomach on top of the bus shelter and holding her hands out for Chloe. ''Careful, put your foot on that ledge and then I'll pull you up.'' She instructed calmly as Chloe instantly responded until she felt herself being pulled up over the edge of the shelter roof.

''Now what?'' Chloe pressed, waiting for an explanation still.

''Now you lie down with me.'' Beca said with a shrug, moving to lie on her back. ''Trust me, Chlo.'' Beca took her hand, giving it a small squeeze as Chloe nodded and moved to mimic her position. ''Look up.''

''Beca-''

''Just look up.'' Beca sighed.

She looked up eventually towards the sky, a small gasp escaping her lips as she took in the sight of the stars oh so clearly above her. Beca was... stargazing?

''This is beautiful Becs, but it still doesn't explain much.'' Chloe said softly, finding Beca's hand in the darkness and taking it into her own.

''I've missed it.'' Beca said slowly. ''Back home, with my mom. We used to do it every week, we would drive out to a field in the middle of nowhere and just watch the stars for awhile. It was how we.. de-stressed. It was like we looked up at the stars and all our problems seemed to disappear for a while. But I've been here for three years now... and I've missed it. I miss laying on the grass with my mom in silence and just enjoying the view that so many people seem to just ignore. When you see it like this, it really sets in. There's a whole universe out there full of beautiful things, sights we haven't even discovered yet and I guess it's just that, that concept that makes any problem seem so small and much more... manageable. Just a tiny problem for a small girl in a huge, still growing universe.''

Chloe felt herself tearing up every so slightly. She had only heard Beca speak a few times like this before, with such fascination and integrity in her voice. It was something she normally saved for talking about music, or her dreams to pursue a music career. But here she was, something that to most seemed so small and unimportant to most, holding nothing but value and meaning to her.

It was only after a while spent in silence just admiring the stars that Chloe spoke up again.

''But that doesn't explain the bus shelter'' She stated.

''Chloe, do you really think we would be able to see the stars back at Barden with all the constant light pollution? It takes a run down area like this, it seems scary yes. But the darkness that comes with it is exactly what is needed for this to work. And well the bus shelter.. well that's just an added vantage point.''

''Wow.'' Was all Chloe offered as they settled back into a comfortable silence.

Neither dared to speak and break the atmosphere that was created between them. It was only when Beca sat up and said that they should probably start heading back that Chloe frowned, chewing on her lip in thought as Beca studied her face carefully.

''Can I join you again next week?'' Chloe asked quietly, waiting for some sort of reaction from the brunette who was just looking at her blankly before a small smile tugged at her lips.

''I wouldn't want to share this with anybody else, Chloe Beale.''