AN: I've decided I'm just going to post a chapter a day because if I did it once a week, it wouldn't all be out by May 15th enjoy. Look for Chapter 3 tomorrow.

Chapter 2: Over My Head

Beca had half a mind to cower under her covers until Chloe went away. She had been around Chloe Beale long enough to know that she turned into a redheaded devil woman when she was angry, and she was going crazy on Beca's door.

Huffing, the DJ slumped to her door, unlocked the chain, and opened it to a scarily angry ginger. Beca couldn't help but notice that instead of fiddling with her signature thumb ring like Chloe usually did when she was flustered, she was fiddling with a shiny rock on her left ring finger. Beca knew it wasn't true, but it felt like Chloe was taunting her and her inappropriate feelings.

"What do you want?" Beca yawned, forcing her emotions down. She was overloaded with them. She was harboring unwarranted anger at Chloe for getting engaged to Douche Bag of the Year, she was heartbroken because Chloe didn't even give Bechloe a chance like so many people wanted, and she was happy to see those hypnotizing, loving blue eyes again. She hadn't seen Chloe in months. Chloe was yelling nonsense Beca couldn't hear, but Beca couldn't help it. Trying to stop that feeling in the pit of her stomach when she saw Chloe was like trying to keep Hulk from showing up when Bruce Banner was angry. She rushed into Chloe's arms with a thud as her head hit the crook of Chloe's neck. She buried her head further into the warmth of Chloe's strong arms, and she didn't want to move.

"Beca, are you okay?" Chloe asked, shocked.

No. Why would I be okay? You're marrying Barrett, a French tool that hurt you. Plus, he shaves his legs and has all the personality of an empty pizza box, but that is irrelevant. "Fine." Beca, said, peering up into the eyes she loved so much.

"You haven't been answering my calls and texts."

I talk to you in my dreams every night. I'm sure that doesn't count but still. "So?"

"So, I know for a fact that you have been in contact with Gail, Stacie, Amy, and Jesse," Chloe said, her face falling. The pain in the redhead's eyes made Beca's heart ache. "Are you even coming to the wedding? Barret—"

The DJ blanched upon hearing that name. She broke away from the hug, glowering at Chloe, "You know how I feel about him. If you're going to mention his name, I'm just going to ask you to leave."

"Beca—"

"No Chloe, if anyone did that to me, I wouldn't have taken them back… You can't help how you were born."

You were so drunk, you blacked out afterwards. You may not remember what happened, but I do. I held you as you cried, and I held back your hair when you threw up and passed out on the floor of my bathroom. I hate him Chloe. I can't support it.

"He made a mistake!"

Beca bit the inside of her cheek, trying to keep the pain from her voice, "What he did just proves he doesn't love you. I don't know why Aubrey insists on planning the wedding. She hates him too."

Chloe opened and closed her mouth a few times, hesitating, "I didn't come here to fight about it... I've made my decision."

"Well bringing him up always leads to a fight, and you know it."

"Becs, what happened to us?" Chloe raised her hand, and touched the DJ's cheek. Beca flinched away. "Beca," Chloe pleaded, dropping her hand.

"It's…complicated."

"Complicated enough for you to avoid me, right?" Beca could tell Chloe was fighting back tears, and Beca stared at the ground. Yes, because I can't be around you. Chloe sighed, her tongue in her cheek, a thing she did when she was upset, a thing she picked up from too much time around Beca. "When will you learn you can't just push me away?"

"It's not that simple."

"I'm your best friend…why are we fighting? Beca, six years, and I'm still not close enough to know what goes on in that head of yours. I'm so confused. Be honest with me." You don't want me to be honest. You want me to forgive him, but every time I see him, I see you crying into my chest. Being around you is enough to kill me.

You still have a week with her before it's all over, her conscience argued.

"You want me to be honest? I miss you, Chloe." Chloe laughed, wiping fresh tears from her eyes. "I miss you so much." Beca's eyes were on her bare feet after that confession. A familiar hand interlinked with hers and squeezed.

"That's why I came over here, silly. We can watch youtubers since you hate movies, and go over that script. I figure we are going to have to practice if we are going to get used to doing it with camera guys around. They want to film that scene first," Chloe drug Beca inside the hotel room.

Practice? Did Chloe Beale just say practice?

"B-but we haven't even had a table read yet."

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Chloe and Beca lay on the bed, Beca's head on Chloe's chest, their fingers intertwined, the lab top on the brunette's lap, a video of some random German guy pooping on the floor playing on youtube, and a bowl of popcorn on Chloe's side. Their scripts were on either side of them. Bechloe was so close, Beca was able to breathe in that Ocean breeze perfume she had not realized she missed. Cuddling with Chloe, it was nice like old times. Except it wasn't old times. Even so, Beca let out a content sigh and nuzzled into Chloe's side, trying not to think of how this could easily be romantic. If she was being honest with herself, half the things she did with Chloe could be interpreted as romantic.

"Alright," Chloe said, picking up her script and closing the lab top. "They are hunkered in a closet, and Brittany goes, 'I've never actually kissed someone in a closet before.' Jeez, Brittany totes wants in Anna's pants. Last movie she insinuated it. Now, she's upped her game in a closet. " Chloe snickered. "OH MY GOD. I GET IT! They make out in a closet and come out as a couple. They LITERALLY come out of the closet!"

Beca returned the chuckle, but hers was one of unease. "Yeah." Don't get her wrong. It was funny. Her heart was going ninety miles an hour, her palms were sweaty, and she was tempted to call Jesse, but the feeling of Chloe's built arm around her neck stopped her from doing so. She did not want to practice. She didn't care if Anna Kendrick figured out her sexuality after flirting with a German girl throughout the second movie. She was not going to live it by kissing Chloe. She's engaged, Beca. This is why this method acting is a very, very bad idea. Making out with Chloe is like sticking your hand in a snake pit and asking not to get bit. Why are you being so queerballs?

"I'm going to kiss you now," Chloe said leaning in.

Stop her, Beca.

The DJ's breath caught in her throat as she watched Chloe get closer. Kissing Chloe was what Beca had dreamt about since they met.

Don't do this. Stop her.

But Beca couldn't do that. She couldn't stop her, no matter how much she wanted to. Heart pounding in her ears, Beca's hands clutched at Chloe's shirt. Dark blue met light blue like they always did, but this time was much different.

Chloe giggled, pulling Beca toward her. Just before the wait became unbearable, their lips met. That laugh drove Beca crazy. She was so turned on, she was trembling. Her head was spinning. Before she could think of what she was doing, Beca pushed Chloe on her back and crashed their lips together, melting into the girl she had loved since the first day she laid eyes on her.

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Beca, you idiot.

That perfectly summed up everything that happened in the past hour. Beca stepped into Fat Amy and Bumper's currently unoccupied apartment. Beca knew she had a meeting with Gail, but she really needed to talk to someone. She walked to the kitchen sink, pounding her fist on the counter.

Why had she let that happen? It all came back in flashes, haunting Beca's memory—the feel of Chloe's hot skin on her fingertips, the sounds Chloe made when they kissed, strawberry shampoo, the smell of popcorn, the way that tank top hugged Chloe's body.

That look in Chloe's eyes…Beca thought for one second maybe…

Chloe had kissed back just as passionately. They made out for fifteen minutes straight. Then, Chloe had to breathe that name out. Anna. When Beca kissed Chloe, it was Beca kissing Chloe. When Chloe kissed Beca, it was Brittany kissing Anna. That's all that was. Fucking method acting!

Rinsing off her smeared makeup, she tried to relax, but that was impossible. She was in love with her best friend, her best friend didn't feel the same way, and she basically cheated on her boyfriend today. She couldn't breathe. She stumbled over to Amy's couch and dissolved into body wracking sobs until she fell asleep.

"I'm in love with Chloe Beale…I mean, what?"

"Please go out with me."

"I texted Beca, Gail. She makes me better."

"I miss your scent."

"Why are you guys so gay for each other? Make out already."

"Bechloe is real."

"You're my best friend."

"You love me so much, it's weird."

"Love you, fucker."

"Love you, asshole."

Beca was awoken from her nightmare by someone poking her side, "Beca?"

"What do you want, Amy?" she sniffed, wiping her face and rolling over to look up at the large blonde standing over her. She pulled at her shirt, realizing it was drenched with sweat.

Amy sat on the long couch at Beca's feet, "I could ask you the same thing…you are the one in my apartment. What's going on?"

"She saw the script. She came over and said she wanted to practice," Beca said.

"You kissed her, didn't you?"

Beca put her hands over her face and exhaled, wiping away tears, "I'm in love with her, Amy. I called her Chloe, and she…she called me Anna. She's getting married. What am I going to do?" She slumped over, face first into the couch pillow.

"Stop freaking out. Here's an idea. Go do something about it. Tell her."

"She's getting married Saturday, Amy-," Beca said again. She swung her legs over the couch and sat up.

"Stop it, okay ? In the time I've known you, you've never been this crazy over someone before. Sure you have Jesse, but you don't look at him the way you do Chloe. Trust me, I've seen it. You have to tell her. This is a big deal, and you didn't tell her…You're Beca and Chloe. Together, you're Bhloe. Haha, get it? 'Cuz the fans call you Bechloe, so I shortened it."

Beca nodded, shaking her head in endearment at her good friend. She really did like the name Bhloe. It was cute. "It's hard thing to confess."

"You're Superman, Beca. You can do it. I believe in you. Though, morally speaking, you should probably talk to Jesse first. It's only fair."

Beca nodded again, swallowing hard.

She took out her phone and texted Jesse who was listed as 'Movie Dork:3' in her contacts. When you get in town, can you meet me for lunch? We need to talk.

Her phone vibrated a few minutes later, but it wasn't from Jesse. Your Favorite Fan: I'm sorry for yesterday. Please text me back.

Beca: It's fine, Chloe.

Except it wasn't. Nothing was. Nope, Beca Mitchell was not Superman. She was only human. Against her will, she wanted Chloe. Chloe wanted Barrett. They could not help how they felt.

I'm in way over my head.

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AN: So much Bechloe, I had fun writing this :) As always, tell me what you think.