50 Shades of Pitch Perfect: I'm working on it as much as I can! I've been experiencing severe writer's block lately, so that hasn't helped me much.
ValkuVauseQueen: Chapter one was Mitchsen, but it'll end up being Triple Treble by the end. I hope I can make that clearer in future chapters!
Guest: YES. Well, it'll get there. Eventually. Hopefully soon. I don't even know.
A/N: Chaubrey. No smut, just Chaubrey. I also realize that this is shorter than the first chapter, but I tried as much as I could on four hours of sleep and food I probably shouldn't have consumed just to finish this. The next chapter will be better, I promise.
"Why does she have to go with us, Chlo?" Aubrey whined from across their dorm room. Chloe was deep in her closet, digging for an outfit so they could leave and get the pancakes she had been waiting for since last Thanksgiving.
"Because," Chloe whined back mockingly, sticking her head out of the closet to display the grin that was strewn across her face before Aubrey got mad. Aubrey sighed and folded her arms across her chest.
"But it's our tradition." Aubrey's bottom lip jutted out into a pout; a mechanism Aubrey often used to avoid crying. She hated showing emotions, especially if they made her look weak. Her dad had always frowned upon that when she was growing up and she hadn't come this far to fail him or the Posen name.
Chloe turned around and smiled sweetly, knowing Aubrey's pout was a ticking time bomb the longer she didn't say something. It always was and it never ended well for either of them; mostly Chloe, though.
"Aubrey, things change," Chloe began to calmly explain to Aubrey, but was swiftly and unsurprisingly interrupted.
"No matter how much you don't want them to." Aubrey huffed at Chloe's response. She heard the same thing every time she mentioned how much she hated change. And she did. Very much. Could she help it, though? She was a Posen. Posens didn't do change. They never did and they were probably never going to. "I know they do, Chloe, but that doesn't mean we have to let little Miss Rebel DJ Bitch be our change." The words spilled out of Aubrey's mouth as a result of the anger and hangover she was experiencing. Chloe's brow furrowed at the way Aubrey was acting. She didn't understand why she was being so bitter towards someone she was just making out with.
"There's no need to be rude, Aubrey," Chloe sighed at Aubrey's poor behavior, placing her hands on her hips like the elementary school teacher she was studying to be.
"Are you defending her?" Aubrey asked, growing increasingly aggravated.
"No, but need I remind you that you two were making out not even twenty minutes ago?" Chloe blurted out, folding her arms in front of her and smirking before Aubrey could say another word. Aubrey couldn't argue with this one; she was the one who initiated the kiss with the one person she loved to hate. Aubrey's mouth opened to retort with a smart and sassy comeback, yet nothing came out but an apology, which was the last thing Chloe was expecting. Aubrey was never one to back down and apologize. Not right away, at least.
"I don't know how it happened, it just kinda... happened. Are you mad at me?" Aubrey's signature pout crawled across her thin lips once more. Chloe shook her head and walked over to Aubrey as Aubrey covered her face with her hands in pure embarrassment and frustration.
"Bree," Chloe began, sitting on Aubrey's lap to face her. She stuck the tip of her index finger under Aubrey's chin and raised it, planting a soft kiss on her lips. A soft, forgiving, loving kiss. "You're still my girlfriend and I still love you, you know that." Aubrey nodded, wiping away the tears that had began welling up in the corners of her eyes with the back of her hands. "You'll always be mine, no matter what happens. Alright?" Aubrey forced a grin and nodded. Chloe grinned back and placed a kiss on her forehead.
"So you really aren't mad?" Aubrey asked, in need of closure. The way Aubrey looked up at Chloe, which reminded her of a puppy begging for table scraps during dinner, melted her heart, causing her to grin once more. Chloe shook her head, her fiery red bun bouncing on the back of her head as it moved.
"Why would I be mad over a kiss and drunk sex?" Chloe quipped, immediately ruining the mood for Aubrey.
"We did not have sex!" Aubrey denied, her face turning a shade of crimson. She was still not aware of the fact that she and Beca had in fact had sex the night before. In Aubrey's sober mind, Beca was the last person she would ever have sex with, even if they were the last two left on Earth.
"Uh huh, okay," Chloe smirked, pushing herself off of Aubrey's lap. She, unlike Aubrey, knew how sexual and touchy feely Aubrey got when she had a few drinks. Aubrey would have never believed it, though, because of how prude-ish she was, even around her girlfriend.
Aubrey's brows furrowed at how fast Chloe pushed herself away. She hated when Chloe did that and Chloe knew it, but she didn't understand why.
"No, come back," Aubrey groaned pleadingly as she grabbed onto Chloe's wrist and pulled her back to her lap. Chloe grinned and placed another kiss on Aubrey's forehead. "Stop leaving me." Chloe giggled, wrapping her arms around Aubrey's neck.
"Why don't you want me to go get ready for breakfast?" Chloe questioned, resting her temple on Aubrey's forehead.
"Because," Aubrey began, dragging a finger along the seam of Chloe's sweatpants, "I don't want you to leave me." Chloe sat up, peering down at Aubrey.
"Bree, why would I leave you?" The tone in Chloe's voice was worrisome. Aubrey looked up from Chloe's sweatpants and sighed.
"Because of Beca." Chloe's brow furrowed. Aubrey was beginning to come to terms with what had happened the night before, even though she didn't remember almost any of it. "You know what happened. She knows what happened." Aubrey paused, covering her face with her hand. "I think I know what happened." Chloe moved a hand to the middle of Aubrey's back, tracing circles with her palm, attempting to keep Aubrey calm. Aubrey expected Chloe to get angry that she basically cheated on her with someone not only three years younger than them, but someone she tried so hard to hate.
She wasn't angry.
Why wasn't she angry?
"Why aren't you mad?" Chloe chuckled, ceasing the back rub she was giving Aubrey.
"Aubrey," Chloe began, moving her hand from Aubrey's back to her cheek, "you had alcohol." Aubrey stared at Chloe with a wrinkled brow. "You don't know what you've done with me when you've been drunk, do you?" Aubrey's face flushed a deep shade of crimson as she slowly shook her head. She had tried her hardest to remain a prude when she was sober, she couldn't believe she let herself go when she was intoxicated. Her father always told her that he refused to raise someone who would grow up to be a drunken whore. She was exactly what her father told her not to be.
"It's okay, babe." Chloe placed a kiss on her forehead once more as she stood up from Aubrey's lap. "Now can you please get ready? I really want my pancakes and if you're the reason I don't get them," Chloe jokingly threatened with a smile on her face as she submerged herself back in her closet to get ready for their Thanksgiving breakfast, leaving Aubrey on the bed to think about how much of an anti-Posen she was really becoming.