A/N: Thank you all so much for reading this and enjoying it and stuff. It makes me really happy you are all enjoying this. This chapter is based on the gifsets III and IV in the series and once again all credit goes to captainpeachperfect on Tumblr for creating this wonderful series that I constantly fanboy over. Please review and let me know what you think.

"I don't want to push you." They had been doing this back and forth for at least fifteen minutes now and Chloe never gave anything up, so naturally Beca, as her therapist, would begin to push, but she didn't want the blonde to feel pressured. She really wanted to help the girl in front of her but she couldn't until she opened up.

"Really?" Chloe gave her a slight, subtle eye roll as Beca looked down.

"I just want to help you. You know that right?" Chloe had heard that line so many times, from so many different therapists but it was never true. They only cared about pushing pills and getting their pay checks.

"Of course you do." Chloe snarked a little bit harsher than she intended but she really was getting sick and tired of hearing that line when she knew it wasn't true.

Beca seemed to just shrug off Chloe's comment as she tried to continue. "Well, maybe we should start with relaxation?" It came as more of a question than a statement, yet another clue that Beca wasn't exactly sure what she was doing.

Chloe sighed in annoyance. "I told you, I'm fine."

"I trust you, but I need you to trust me too." Chloe looked at her baffled. How could this woman expect trust when Chloe knew nothing about her? Trust is earned, not given in Chloe's experience. She always gave people trust that didn't deserve it and it was always the people who had the ability to hurt her most, and they did, in fact, hurt her. After that Chloe was careful who she trusted with anything in her life.

"I don't even know you."

Beca let a small smile touch her lips. Maybe she could use this to get at least basic information from Chloe. Normally she wouldn't share anything about herself to her patients, but something about Chloe was different. She wanted to share that with her and if it helped the blonde in the process then it was a bonus. "What do you want to know?"

Chloe was a little taken back that Beca was so willing to share things about herself with Chloe. She wasn't exactly prepared for a follow up question so she kept it basic. "Anything."

Beca nodded and got up from her chair, walking over to her laptop to wake it and put on a quiet piano track while thinking of what to say to the blonde. "Well, my name is Beca Mitchell. I was born in Portland, Oregon. I got into college when I was 16..." Chloe quickly did the maths in her head and realised that Beca must only be 21 or 22. "...I was a completely different person. Moody and distant. Socially awkward..." She paused and laughed softly. "...Well, as you see, it didn't change that much." Chloe bit her lip to stifle her laugh and allowed Beca to continue. "A lot of make-up. I've even got some tattoos. I love music. I've made some..."

Chloe quickly cut her off at the mention of music. "Is it yours?"

Beca stood in front of her desk and looked at Chloe in confusion. "What?"

"The piano stuff that's playing now?" Chloe said, as if it was the obvious answer.

Beca came and sat back down in the armchair. "Oh, yeah. Actually, it was supposed to relax you." Chloe noticed that Beca had a habit of talking with her hands. The blonde found it endearing, but would never admit that aloud. "I hope it worked." She said when she noticed Chloe had gone quiet again. Chloe looked at the floor, letting the smallest smirk play at her lips. Beca noticed and internally grimaced. "Sorry, I'm so awkward. It's embarrassing." She admitted quietly. Why couldn't she just stop talking? She mentally slapped herself for being so awkward. She was never like this with her other patients but she pinned it down to Chloe being her first Schizophrenic case, but she knew deep down that that was complete bullshit. "I think it's your turn now." She stood again.

Chloe looked up at her and sighed, she may as well get this to go as quickly as possible. "I'm from Florida. I have a little sister. I go to law school. When I was a junior, and a redhead I was in an A Capella group called The Bellas." Chloe found it easier, as she continued talking, to reveal things about herself to the brunette eyeing her carefully. "Music was my passion too." She looked up at the brunette who offered a small smile. "Then I got nodes and left the group." She was still upset about that and decided to move on quickly. "Um, what else...I lost my school spelling bee in seventh grade. I was arrested once." She shrugged and Beca perked up.

"Oh, really? Me too." Chloe raised her eyebrow at the brunette who just shrugged in response. "Long story." Chloe nodded as Beca looked up at the clock. "Oh shit!" She cursed and quickly apologized. "Sorry. I just realised we are out of time and I have somewhere to be." She nodded as Chloe stood and headed out the door.

The blonde was glad the session was finally over but honestly, she couldn't wait to see her again. She was starting to realise that maybe Beca could help her. If she was being honest, she could say she might even like the brunette. She made Chloe feel safe, wanted, listened to. All the things Chloe wanted in the first place. Beca didn't want to pile Chloe with meds and send her on her merry way. Beca actually listened to what Chloe had to say and even shared some of her story with the blonde. Chloe realized that Beca could be what she needed right now and everything she wanted, wrapped up in a small, little, brunette therapist.