A/N: So I've decided that this is going to be a multi-fic. Realistically, I think it's only fair that all aspects of such a scenario should be experienced so there will be an eventual scene with relatives and other family members. As I have only had very brief encounters with family relating to such an issue it will be hard for me to write from my personal experience, but I will try to keep some character traits seen in my family when writing for Beca's. I know this is a little short, but I've never viewed this as a "phone worthy" situation, and the next chapter shall be a lot longer. Peace!

It took four days for Chloe to find the letter. Four days of me staring at my reflection, staring at the ceiling, packing my belongings, listening to the most depressing soundtrack on my iPod.

I watched my phone buzz across my desk, her name and face flashing on the screen as my eyes go wide and I'm thrown into a state of panic. Do I answer it? Do I leave it and hope that she leaves me a voice mail, or decides to text me instead?

I picked the phone up slowly with shaking hands, careful not to accidentally press the answer button. To my relief, the flashing stopped and calm settled once more. It was short lived. Before I'd even had a chance to breathe it was off again, and I knew I couldn't avoid her forever.

"Hello?" I answered gingerly.

"Beca, hey." Chloe's voice was gentle. My hands were still shaking, but I could feel my heart starting to calm a little at the soothing sound.

"Oh, hey. How are you?" I feigned surprise, but we both knew that I had Chloe's number saved.

"I'm doing great," Chloe chirped down the phone.

"That's… Um, yeah that's good." I mumbled, not sure how to initiate the inevitable direction of conversation.

I heard the rush of breath in the receiver that told me I didn't need to.

"So," Chloe's voice was gentle and reassuring. "I found your letter."

I stayed silent, willing Chloe to continue without waiting for a response. She complied.

"I thought I would call you first, I don't want to scare you away," Chloe began slowly. "I'm really glad you found the courage to leave that for me Beca, it means more to me than you will ever know."

She paused, and I let out a shaky breath I didn't realise that I'd been holding in.

"I am so proud of you," Chloe whispered. I heard her voice start to quiver. "You're stronger than I've ever given you credit for. I want to come and give you a giant hug!"

I laughed as Chloe's voice started to perk up again.

"You know where to find me," I mumble, my voice sounding much more confident than I was actually feeling.

"I'll be over in an hour," Chloe squealed excitedly. "I'll bring food, and then you can tell me about all the things you've been hiding from me all your life!"

I smiled at my phone as Chloe disconnected the call and let me head roll back and I wiped the beads of sweat off of my forehead.

Chloe wasn't repulsed. Chloe didn't run away. Chloe was coming over with dinner. Chloe wanted all of the juicy goss… Wait, what?!

I groaned as I pulled myself up off of my chair. It was going to be a long night.