Wow I am baffled with the response I got from this fic. Sorry that I didn't update sooner. But I just got out of school for the summer and so, lots more time to write! If you reviewed, I love you, and let's get to it.

Everything changed since the girls last saw each other. At least, Beca had changed a lot. After college and the national competition, Beca had moved to L.A. She broke it off with Jesse, telling him that she was gay. It was hard, for the both of them. She then confided in Cynthia Rose and since she had gone through this herself, she knew better than anyone. Jesse and Beca are still friends of course, but distance has made their calls become less and less frequent.

Beca had always loved the ginger. Since the day she met Chloe at the activities fair, she also knew that they would be fast friends and that scared her for a while. She never realized she 'love loved' Chloe until they moved into the Bella house. It was pushed way down into the basement of Beca's mind. She was with Jesse and didn't want to dwell on a little crush.

Everyone has a girl crush after all.

She did pretty well at hiding these new found feelings. So well that she has kept it a secret for a few years. It sounds nearly impossible, and it was, but Beca was determined to keep these feelings at bay. It would have ruined everything.

Staring at the blue eyed beauty whose head is currently resting on the smaller girl's shoulder, Beca realized something.

That it was indeed, impossible to keep it down.

It was quite impossible to keep her mouth shut.

To not act on her feelings.

With her no longer in a relationship, and hearing that Chloe was getting married to, dare I say it Tom, the feelings she had kept away are coming back up very quickly.

But she knew better. The friendship they had was too valuable, and telling the redhead would ruin everything they had built. Their friendship, Chloe's hard work in tearing down Beca's walls. It would have all been for a nasty 'breakup'.

Beca's hand was slowly reaching to move that annoying strand of hair out of Chloe's sleeping face. But she stopped midway, deciding against touching the girl. She didn't want that spark to come back, it was irritating. Or amazing. She was confused.

"Attention everyone," A manly voice said from the speakers above.

"-we will be arriving at our destination in about fifteen minutes. Please buckle up, and thank you for flying with South West."

Beca looked at Chloe, and then a little lower to see if she was buckled in. And she wasn't. Beca mentally face palmed. She didn't want to wake the redhead, she looked so peaceful sleeping there. The brunette took a deep breath and cracked her knuckles, and whispered to herself,

"Let's do this."

Beca slowly leaned over to grasp the other end of the seatbelt, Chloe's head slouching a bit from being dropped off the shorter girl's shoulder. She paused, closing her eyes and not breathing as if that would make her quiet and invisible. Beca gently buckled the redhead as she slept, and quickly got back to her original position, buckling herself in also.

It looked to be around five in the evening when the brunette glanced out her window. And right on cue, Chloe yawned as her arms stretched all around her. She smiled as her eyes were still closed which made Beca wonder what she was dreaming about.

"Good morning." Beamed the ginger. Beca raised her eye brow at her friend. She pointed to the window, her eyes never leaving Chloe's.

"It's nowhere close to morning, Beale." The other girl smiled even brighter, and hugged beca once more. And boy did it take her by surprise. She knew Chloe, and she knew that she had to get used to this like she was used to it before.

"Awe, Beca!" The sound of Chloe cooing made the brunette's heart melt.

"Did you buckle me in?" Beca stiffened in the hug as Chloe just squeezed tighter. The taller girl pulled back to look at her friend, smiling brightly.

Beca made a face at the redhead, waving her hand once.

"Psh, no." She said back, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible. Chloe chuckled at the girl before taking her hand in her's, like they had done previously. Beca looked out her window to try and ignore the ginger's touch. Beca laughed at herself in her head. She was so stupid. Just one touch and she can't think of anything but that.

Beca felt a nudge and looked to her right.

"You okay Becs? You're suffocating my hand." The blue eyed girl asked, genuinely concerned.

She had not noticed that she was gripping her hand a bit hard. Beca just completely let go, and mumbled out an apology, her gaze going back to the window. She could feel the redhead's eyes burning the back of her head, but she didn't dare turn back around and be forced to talk. The plane had landed soon after she had asked that, and they waited to grab their carry ons.

The smaller girl stood impatiently outside the gate for Cynthia Rose, Chloe standing next to her. Beca began to drum on her leg, creating a beat. It seemed like forever until her friend finally walked out.

"This place is huge." Beca said as she carried her luggage to the door. It looked to be a mansion, a gigantic front door being the first thing they meet. Beca was about to knock when Chloe just opened the door as if she owned the place.

"Okay then..." Beca mumbled as she lugged her items through the massive door. The place was amazing. There was a staircase going up to the second floor, the ceiling being very tall. Looking forward, a living room was visible. Beautiful white couches along with a fireplace and a flat screen TV. To the right was a room that led to the kitchen that seemed to be full of modern appliances. A sharp scream could be heard. Well, more like a squeal.

The three girls at the doorway were bombarded with hugs from their old friends. Beca somehow wriggled free and looked at who exactly was here already. She could spot Stacie, Aubrey, Emily, Ashley, Jessica, Lily, and that was it. Beca's brows dipped in confusion.

"Where's Amy?" The small girl chimed in through all the giggles and some tears of joy. They all looked to her, never releasing from the huddle.

"She said she was roadtripping here and would be a little late." Aubrey shrugged. Beca nodded and proceeded to walk up the stairs which she assumed lead to the bedrooms. Looking around she saw one door open so she walked over to it, a small bead of sweat on her forehead from hauling her luggage up the stairs.

She dropped her bag on the floor, immediately falling onto an open bed. Laying her fore arm over her eyes, she decided to take a little breather and listen to her thoughts.

They were all about the ginger. What a surprise.

Beca grunted and threw herself up forcefully, becoming a bit dizzy from the speed. She smiled at the very person who was invading Beca's mind at the moment.

"Hey Becs!" Chloe beamed as she gently set her luggage on the opposite bed. She then turned to the brunette, gave her a winning smile, and then got to unpacking.

Sharing a room with Chloe would be a challenge for the small girl. Beca knows how Chloe gets at night when she's alone. You may think the redhead is touchy feely at first glance, but she's even more 'hands on' when she goes to bed. When they first got the Bellas house in Barden, Chloe had shared a room with Beca and she had strict rules:

1.) If I find my way to your bed, please don't tell me to get out.

2.) If I want to cuddle, you better cuddle with me.

3.) Don't try to leave from my cuddle while I am sleeping. The chip in Aubrey's tooth wasn't from the pitch pipe.

And number 4, Beca's personal favorite,

4.) If you can not abide to my rules, you may switch rooms.

Let's just say that Chloe had her own room, and Beca roomed with Fat Amy. Beca couldn't handle it on the first three nights she spent bunking with Chloe. It was just too much both physically, and emotionally.

"Beca, you there?" She shook her head twice before noticing that she zoned out. She looked up and was met with genuinely concerned eyes. Eyes that were that kind of blue. She quickly pulled a smile and ran a hand through her hair.

"Last time I checked, we both flew here together." Chloe flicked Beca's nose before going back to unpacking, the smaller girl now noticing that the ginger was holding her favorite band tee in her left hand. A pout made its way onto the brunette's face. She loved that shirt and she wondered why Chloe had it.

Sorry again, just sort of wanted to update for you followers out there. Give me some ideas in reviews, PMs, or don't do it at all, LOL, it's all good. Thanks for reading and tell me what you think so far. ~Bella