A/N: I know I said this would take a while, but surprisingly after I posted the first chapter I was hit with inspiration. So I finished this a lot quicker than I thought I would. Thank you all so much for the review, favorites, and follows! It really means a lot. I literally always think I'll be lucky to get one favorite or review per fic. Again, thank you and I hope you enjoy this chapter!

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Beca waited a whole two weeks before making another appointment. She figured that was a decent enough time in between haircuts. Given frequent haircuts were usually reserved for people with short or intricate cuts that need extra grooming and care. It surely wouldn't be as embarrassing though as rescheduling for the next day or the same week. Beca had seriously contemplated doing just that, her hair annoying her to no end, and had even looked at profiles of other hairdressers who worked at the shop, so her visit wouldn't be as embarrassing. Then she realized that the redheaded shampooist might be there. At the realization, she was all the sudden more than happy to wait two weeks. Which was strange for Beca because usually she wouldn't care. Well she at least would have the decency to pretend not to care and strut in like the badass she was. She cared about the shampooist though. The feeling was chalked up to the added embarrassment of the possible laugh that followed Beca as she left the salon last time. Which, again, shouldn't bother her. Really Beca didn't let herself dwell on her reasoning. It was all bullshit after all, not that Beca would ever admit it.

Any feelings of trepidation she may have felt about her return to the salon were quickly washed away as soon as skilled fingers slipped into her hair and massaged shampoo into her scalp. Her new concern was falling into the same dazed state she found herself in last time. Beca first started by trying to keep her eyes open. Which was harder done than said.

The redhead's hands were magic, sending little sparks starting under each point of contact and traveling down the rest of her body. The sparks slowly turned into a warmth Beca hadn't felt in a while. It felt like she was being wrapped in a freshly laundered fleece blanket. She became so relaxed keeping her eyes open seemed almost impossible. Her eyes kept going to small slits before being suddenly jerked open at the realization she was slipping into that dazed state.

The view she had when her eyes were open did not really help either. She often came face to face with those bright blue eyes and those lips that always seemed to flit into a teasing smile when Beca's eyes opened. She didn't want to be rude, but she also didn't want to stare, which is exactly what Beca found herself doing… often. She found her eyes trailing over the scar on the redhead's forehead before finding those hypnotizing eyes, pausing to take in the few light freckles on the cheeks below, and ending on those lips. Those lips that Beca really wanted to kiss the longer she took them in. Which was not okay when the woman they belonged to was hovering just over her because it was her JOB to do so.

Beca tried to divert her eyes elsewhere, but there really wasn't much to look at. All that existed past the shampooist's head was ceiling and obnoxiously bright lights that gave her a headache. So Beca let her eyes flit closed some, hoping her transfixion with the redhead wasn't obvious. But then the woman started talking and apparently Beca was supposed to answer. Basically being forced to multitask, a job within itself, during her free time.

"What do you do for a living?"

Beca hadn't really registered the question, letting out a small unintelligible moan.

"hmmm…" The shampooist's hands stilled for a split second at the sound before continuing. Beca's eyes flew open and her face flushed red at the realization that she had literally just moaned out loud in pleasure at the other woman's actions.

She was about to apologize profusely and was already stammering out some sort of response when Beca was cut off by the other woman's smirk.

"Well I've never heard of that job before."

"What?" Beca stated thoroughly confused.

"I asked you what you did for a living." There was a playfulness in the redhead's eyes.

"Oh. I-I'm a DJ."

The woman beamed as she rinsed out all remaining product and began to towel dry Beca's hair.

"That's really cool! Do you play at any clubs nearby?"

Beca found herself humming and eyes closing again as fingers trailed over her skin to gather a few loose strands of hair. The shampooist made quick work of picking out Beca's hair as she finally softly let out, "A few…"

Her brow furrowed slightly when there was a sudden loss of contact. When Beca's eyes slowly fluttered open she was met by blue eyes and a genuine smile instead of the smirk or knowing one she was used to.

"You're all set. My friends and I go out all the time dancing. Maybe I'll bump into you sometime."

Beca never really answered even though she fully planned on saying something as simple as 'yeah'. The other women didn't seem to mind, happily bouncing per usual as she led Beca to Pam's chair.

Soon after Beca was seated Pam came by to cut her hair. She goes through the same spiel as last time. Beca tries to fane attention, but blames all inability to answer simple questions on a certain redheaded shampoo girl. The same woman who was bending over, giving Beca full view of a very full and toned skinny jean clad ass. After that all Beca could think about was what the woman had said earlier about seeing her in at a club. Images of that perfectly shaped ass being shaken in a club she was DJ-ing at flitted through her mind. The redhead was apparently very much in tune with Beca's thoughts, lightly swaying her hips to a song playing in the salon as she swept. Then there were those knowing eyes finding hers again, Beca's face reddening far too much to be natural, another awkward exchange of her credit card, and a haircut that left Beca needing to make yet another appointment.

After the second occurrence of immense embarrassment at the very skilled hands of the shampoo girl, Beca made a change. She booked her next hair appointment on a different day and at a different time than before. She told herself that it better fit her schedule, but really she knew it had everything to do with the redheaded woman. A woman that had her frowning in the morning because she couldn't quite massage her own scalp in the same way. A woman she had subconsciously began to look for at all her gigs, for once, with a feeling of excitement. So she pretended none of that happened and her decision had absolutely nothing to do with a certain redhead she was avoiding for no good reason. Since Beca actually really REALLY wanted to see the woman. She was just stubborn and a little dense at times. That would change though.

When two weeks had passed and it was time for her appointment, Beca's wish was granted. There was not a redhead shampooist in sight. Instead there was a good natured brunette who did not smile nearly enough or have that same magic touch when washing her hair. Sure the woman's hands were skilled, applying the right amount of pressure and everything, but they just weren't right. This other woman didn't dance around the shop or have the same lack of boundaries when it came to personal space. The longer Beca sat there taking in the very NOT redheaded shampooist, Pam chatting along, the more the corners of Beca's mouth turned down into a frown and then finally a scowl.

Beca actually found herself more distracted than when the redhead was around, secretly hoping the woman would appear. She perked up every time a staff member came back from the back rooms and every time the front door rang with a new customer's arrival. Each time Beca was disappointed and left to look back at the very NOT redheaded shampoo girl. That just made her pout and sigh with exasperation. Pam didn't seem to notice, or at least pretended not to, happily cutting off only about an inch again from her hair. Beca once again was too distracted to answer her questions about how short she wanted her hair cut. Finally Beca blurted out without thinking, completely interrupting Pam talking about Chili recipes.

"Where is the shampoo girl?"

Pam looked confused for a moment, having watched Beca eye the girl up the whole time she sat there, thinking Beca had some weird fetish about watching people sweep up hair. After all, it was the second woman she had stared at while they swept up freshly cut hair. Given she didn't seem as happy about it as last time, but maybe she was having a bad day. Then it seemed to click, a smirk sliding into place as she began to cut Beca's hair again.

"You mean Chloe?"

"What?"

Pam smiled more brightly, enjoying conversing with the petite woman for once. Especially about a subject she had watched the younger woman practically melt over.

"The redheaded shampooist? Chloe, that's her name. She doesn't work on Tuesdays or in the morning."

"Oh…" was all Beca said. Her brow scrunched up, wanting to ask when the redhead, Chloe, worked, but she did not want to come off like some strange stalker. Pam took great pleasure in watching Beca squirm, Beca's face seeming to scrunch up a little more the longer she puzzled over the matter. Finally Pam took pity on the girl.

"She usually works Mondays and Friday to Sunday from midday to close." Beca's eyes immediately went to Pam's in the mirror, taking in everything she said. The whole time trying not to come off over eager, but Pam could see the lightness in the young woman's eyes. The scowl that was replaced by a barely there smile.

Beca tried to go for nonchalance, failing miserable in Pam's opinion, as she spoke, "Well that's cool I guess." Beca absent mindedly picked imaginary lint off her sleeve. The rest of the time Beca actually made an effort to make small talk with Pam, who was ecstatic at the other woman's sudden interest in conversing.

Before Beca left she made an appointment for Friday the following week at 5 pm. When she went home and noticed her still very long hair, Beca couldn't be happier.

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A/N: I really only expected this to be a one shot, but here we are. Don't worry, I already started a third part. I'm a little stuck right now on how to get to the scene I want to end this fic on, but it should come to me. I have a whole bunch of mini scenes planned out in my mind it's just about connecting the dots. There might be a fourth part, depending on how the third chapter goes. That should be it though. I hope you enjoyed this chapter and don't mind the extra parts to come!